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Clingy Ellis Twilight HC's
- He loves holding hands! It happens when you're walking to the bakery for baguettes, accompany him on missions, or when you're simply talking to one of the crown members. Ellis has trouble letting go off your hand, almost as if they're entwined like thorns. That's why he has become skilled in doing daily activities with only one hand.
- A satisfied and relaxed smile decorates his face when you're holding hands.
- When Ellis feels needy, he will wrap an arm around your waist instead and pushes your bodies against one another. You can sense his grip around you is tighter than usual, and he will show a rather teasing side of himself. Not physical necessarily, but with words that get you a tiny bit flustered and make you focus on him.
- Imagine how worse Ellis is when he actually gets jealous. You will feel his fluffy hair tickle the sensitive skin of your neck as he bury his face in that spot. The firm arms around your waist make sure there's no inch of space between your upper bodies. Your legs are touching and there's no denying that you are absolutely captured in Ellis' thorns. He wants to make sure that he is the only one who fills even the smallest corners of your brain.
- A little scenario. One of the Crown members is teasing you, may it be because he is tickling you after you teased him or holding you while pretending to bite you after a vampire joke. Ellis sees you laugh and knows that he should be fine as long as you're happy... but one glance at his face and you see a distressed and conflincted Ellis. You stop the playful encounter immediately and jump into his arms to reassure him. "Does he make you happy? I promise I can make you happier."
- If you have to go out of bed to pee in the middle of the night... Good luck, because your man has an arm wrapped around your waist like thorns. The more you try to wiggle yourself out of them, the deeper they sting in your flesh. You have a higher chance of getting beaten up by a butterfly than escaping Ellis' arm of steel.
- Would definitely pout and look like a kicked puppy if you wake him up and ask him to let you go. Ellis completely understands if you then explain why, but still, don't play with his lovesick heart like that :(
- Ellis insists you use his arm as a pillow. If you ask him if he wouldn't find a sleeping arm bothersome, he replies: "You're always so kind, Y/N. It makes me happy having you close to me. Does that makes you happy, too?"
- If you want to be the big spoon for once, Ellis will chuckle as if you're two children breaking a rule. He thinks it's nice and reassuring to be in your arms, but he prefers the roles to be switched around.
- There are two type of hugs I think would suit Ellis perfectly. The first one is when he wraps both arms around your waist and hides his face in your neck or places his chin on your head. The second one is when he wraps one arm around your waist while his free hand places itself at the back of your head, gently pushing you against his body.
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Trick of the Eye
This is a fanfic for the Ikemen: Villains fandom - Trying something new with this one!
It's inspired by how I can vibrate my eyes. It's a really wild trick that's a lot of fun at parties and never fails to gross people out. When I learned how Harrison's power worked, I was like "HAHAHA- MENACE TIME" - So this story might not be relatable for everyone.
Content to expect;
- Eyeballs vibrating/shaking
- Harrison loses all sense of personal space because he just NEEDS to know.
- Gender-neutral reader
- This fic isn't romantic in nature, but it is romance- adjacent.
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You knew that Harrison was capable of reading whether people were lying or telling the truth based on holding eye contact with them. Which made you curious, since you've had a special skill since you were young, which you didn't know if he'd be able to read.
This skill, is being able to vibrate your eyes.
In such a situation, it would be impossible for him to maintain eye-contact with you.
The thing is, however, that your eye-trick isn't easily seen from a distance.
So one day, while you're sitting at the table for breakfast, and Harrison is sitting on the far side away from you, you look up to Harrison and say "Hey Harrison, can I try telling you a truth or a lie and you tell me what it is?"
Harrison glances up to you, raising an eyebrow. Had his previous demonstrations not been enough? Ah, well. People usually take a few days to get used to it once they learn about it. Still, he doesn't like being treated like a dog doing tricks. "Make it interesting for me."
"If you can tell whether I'm lying or telling the truth, I'll owe you a favor."
Harrison grins. That's way too easy. "Sure, but no take-backs when you realize the game's rigged against you."
You grin too. He can't understand why you're grinning as you prepare to make your lie or truth statement. You look like you're having fun, though. He's already formulating in his head what he wants you to do.
"I ate peaches this morning." Your eyes wiggle right at the word 'Peaches' - If you wiggle them for more than one word, it becomes more obvious that you're doing it.
Harrison is staring at your eyes, and he blinks. "……" His grin drops. How did you do that?
The others at the table are intrigued by his response. Normally he'd quickly tell whether someone's lying or not. Is he playing with you? Roger is especially interested as he watches this scene unfold.
You grin even bigger because you can't help it - But you cover your mouth because you don't want to be too visibly excited.
No one's been able to lie to him like that in a very, very long time.
He doesn't like that.
"… Lying."
You look him in the eyes as you shrug and a smile. "Awwh shucks, looks like I owe you." before continuing to eat your breakfast. But he can tell that you're lying now. You were telling the truth and he couldn't tell the difference.
How did you turn it off?
The curious eyes all return to their individual morning routines as the status quo remains intact. But Harrison keeps stealing glances at you. He can't stop staring.
He can't figure out how you did it, and it's eating him alive.
When you get a moment alone, Harrison corners you when no one's around, arm trapping you against the wall as he looks directly into your eyes. Being this close, he should be able to spot the trick. Right? "How'd you do it?"
You can't help yourself, you're too excited. You did it! You actually did it! The fact that he's seeking answers means he wasn't just playing with you earlier. "I shook my eyeballs!"
"Show me."
You show him how your eyes can shake, and he instantly realizes why you did it when you were further away from him. Even if he'd been closer, he might not have noticed. He's never looking for small, minute shifts in people's eyes as they lie, because he can tell what they're looking at. Until now.
He lightly holds your chin, staring at your eyes, keeping your face still as he says "Can you show me again?" He needs to study this.
Your face warms as he touches you, and you realize just how close he is in this moment. You vibrate your eyes, and he shakes his head.
"Tell me something so I can see how you do it."
You pause to think of a good one. You look back to his eyes. "I've been stealing Jude's pens by accident." You shake your eyes right at the word 'Accident'. You have been stealing them by accident. You keep seeing him leave pens out in the study area of the library, and you pick them up and pick up the books strewn about, only to find out later that he's been pissed that someone's been putting his stuff away and he can't find any of his pens.
Harrison can see the miniscule eye movements at the word 'Accident'. He understands what happened now, and he understands how you did it. You obscured his ability to read one word. His powers read this statement as 'True', so he knows you're stealing Jude's pens, he just can't tell if it's by accident or not.
And if you'd used something like this without him knowing it, he'd surely have thought the whole sentence was the truth. The obscured nature of the last word turns to static in his mind, which he'd naturally ignore.
This is dangerous.
You, are dangerous.
"Was it an accident?"
"Yes."
You're telling the truth. He sighs, pulling away from you. "… That's an interesting trick you've discovered." His expression is hard to read. You can't tell if he's annoyed or bothered or indifferent to this.
"I hope it wasn't uncomfortable for you. I just realized that it was something I could potentially do, and I wanted to try it. I knew if I asked you directly, you'd hold all the cards and I'd never know for sure."
"No, no, that was smart. If I knew how it worked, I never would have come to ask about it. I needed to know how it worked, so you got to know your information. If anything, I applaud your cleverness." He gives a soft smile to you. He really does admire your cleverness. In fact, it hits him that you letting him know this gives him an excuse to get a lot closer to you.
Harrison smirks and lets his face get very close to yours, his fingers still loosely holding your face in place so he can look directly into your eyes, unbroken contact. "Now I know if I want to get the truth out of you, I'll just have to be close enough to see if you're using the trick."
Your face heats up and he can feel it against his fingertips as he releases you. You're visibly flustered by the moment of closeness, which allows him a moment to recover emotionally from realizing that you can lie to him from afar and he won't be able to tell or not.
When you excuse yourself to continue with your work for the day, he watches after you.
No one's ever surprised him like that before. He's gotta watch you more closely.
And he certainly will be watching you more closely.
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After rain, the sun shines
pairing: Ellis Twilight x reader
Warnings: mention of dead bodies very briefly in the beginning
genre: hurt/comfort
Rain fell down from the dark sky, hitting the window of your bedroom. Unfortunately, they weren't the only drops that streamed down as tears fell from your face. Working for the crown was harder than you expected. Physically you were fine, but mentally... Nameless faces haunted your nights. The only thing you knew about them was the cold temperature of their bodies and the flames of light that died in their eyes. A sigh of exhaustion escaped you, because it was not like the day was better than the night. The day only added more material for your nightmares.
Knock. Knock. Knock Who could that be in the middle of the night? You rubbed your cheeks with your white sleeves, hoping it will make the wet stains disappear. Your cheeks were still red, and they were most likely matching your eyes, but the lie "it's just because of sleep" already sat on the tip of your tongue, ready to deliver it to the person on the other side of the door.
Trying to relax the muscles of your face, you opened the door for a smiling Ellis who was holding a cup of smoking tea in his hands. His voice was just as soft as his smile when he spoke. "Reader, I made you tea. It is your favorite. Mind if I come in?"
"In the middle of the night?" You questioned, but immediately regretted it as your voice sounded raspy. Another thing I can blame sleep for, you thought. Everything to avoid saying you had been crying.
"Please?" Ellis asked, his voice becoming quieter as he begged you with puppy eyes. Ugh, how could anyone say no to that? You took a step to the side, making way for Ellis to get in. "Thank you, Reader." The soft look returned to his face. "Since it is midnight, you should be in bed."
"I was," you defend while standing there awkwardly in your nightgown. You felt awfully vulnerable and exhausted, and now a guy was sitting on your bed.
Ellis reached his hand out to you. "Then come back to bed. I made a warm cup of tea for you."
For the first time this night, you smiled. It did not matter it was a small one, because it was genuine. It felt like all your worries were being washed away as you felt Ellis' kindness reaching out to you. "Thank you, Ellis. That is very sweet of you, but you shouldn't have. I'm sure Jude made you work hard yesterday, and will make you work hard today as well."
"You are so thoughtful, Reader. That is what I like about you. It is okay. I wanted to do this. I want to make you happy."
That sweet smile- it made you weak in the knees. "And you are very sweet, Ellis, but don't forget about your own happiness. It is important, too. At least to me. Your happiness makes me happy," you reassured Ellis, hoping to get through to the person who always seemed to erase his own desires while fulfilling those of others. It was one of the things that made you adore him. Yet, at the same time, it was also something that concerned you. Being too selfless will eventually harm yourself.
Ellis' lips fell apart and his eyes widened a bit. He quickly returned back to his soft smile. "Then it would make me even happier if you came back to bed and drink my tea."
Your smile grew bigger. "That I can do." When you reached your bed, Ellis grabbed the blankets and lifted them up so you could crawl under them.
"Let me tuck you in, Reader. I don't want you to catch a cold."
"Would that make you sad?" You tease, knowing the answer but still wanting to hear it. Ellis cared about everyone, but it still made you happy hearing he cared about you.
"It would," Ellis answers with a serious face, concern slipping through his silky voice.
"That would make me sad as well," you answer with the same teasing tone. It was a long time ago that your voice had sounded this cheerful.
Ellis again made an expression that showed he was thrown slightly off guard, but then recovered once more. "I will tuck you in nicely. Here, drink the tea. Careful, it is still hot. You got it? Good. I will make sure you will wake up with a warm body and mind."
A warm feeling spread through your veins. It were not the blankets that Ellis had tucked so nicely around you, or the tea he made that slid through your throat like honey. No, it was Ellis' kindness. It was warmer than anything you ever felt. Even the sun would feel like ice next to his warmth.
Ellis and you talked about nothing special. You talked about the delicious new pastries that Ellis saw at the bakery and how he will get you some for breakfast. How he would put his tongue on yours if the tea burned it. Ellis was teasing, of course, as he chuckled when you turned red- and this time not because you were crying. Damn, Ellis had such a strange way of teasing.
However, it took your mind off the cruel images that had haunted you the last couple of days. Ellis took the cup from your hands as he saw how your eyelids were starting to fall down. "Ellis..." You mumbled, not knowing how to end that sentence. You wanted to thank him, ask him why he came to your room, but also say that the reason did not matter because the only thing that did was how you had needed it. Him.
Ellis caressed your hair. "Go to sleep, Reader. You will have to wake up to taste those pastries..." Silence. You didn't catch Ellis' last words as his voice was the cherry on top that made your mind completely ease into rest.
"... I'm here, you don't need to be scared. As long as you are with me, I won't let anything harm you. I promise."
Ellis did not stop caressing your hair. Strange. It was soothing him somehow, but he did not question it. It seemed to sooth you as well, and that was all that mattered. Ellis had taken notice of your dark circles and trembling lips every time you returned from a job with a crown member, and his suspicions were confirmed as you opened the door with red eyes and cheeks so fast in the middle of the night. It made him upset to see how the missions upset you. So, the last couple of days, Ellis had been brainstorming about how he could make you happy again. It seemed to have been worth it as you now seemed relaxed and happy.
"Wake up happy for me tomorrow, okay, Reader?... That would make me happy as well and... I think that would make you happy, too. You say such strange things, but... they make me happy. How selfish of me," Ellis chuckled.
The next thing you knew, you opened your eyes to Ellis' warm smile and the smell of fresh pastries. He wanted to feed you and chuckled when you got embarrassed. You grabbed the pastry from his hand and let the flavor bless your taste buds. Ellis took one as well, and you softly stared at him, admiring how he closed his eyes in bliss as the taste hit him as well. The sun was shining and there was not a single cloud in the sky. You woke up happy, and it was all because of Ellis. If only all mornings could look like this.
Ellis chuckled, blessing your morning even more. However, your eyes widened as he brought his face closer to yours. Your body was frozen in surprise, but also in anticipation. Would he kiss you? A good morning kiss? It would go a bit too far, but-
"Do you want me to lick that sugary powder from your lips?" Ellis' deep voice rang through your ears.
Oh, you should say no. The correct answer is no... or is it yes? But soon enough, Ellis chuckled. "Just teasing. I will use my thumb, if that is okay with you."
The only thing you could do was nod as Ellis thumb caressed your bottom lip.
"All done," he smiled sweetly. "Fufu, you are red."
You playfully pushed Ellis' hand away. "You are just color blind."
"Is that so?" Ellis answered amused.
You nodded confidently to which Ellis tilted his head, looking at you with eyes filled with adoration. You were not the only one having a happy morning. If only all mornings could look like this, was a thought you both shared.
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TO BE CLEAR: I am NOT claiming that this other game (Ikemen Villains) is a "rip-off" of TWST; I'm pointing out parallels between them because I think it's entertaining to see how different games interpret the same or similar fairy tales.
Please also note that although nothing I say in this post is explicit, IkeVil itself is designated as 17+ and contains dark content. If you decide you want to try the game out for yourself, BE AWARE OF THE AGE RATING AND TRIGGER WARNINGS.
ARE THESE NOT JUST J WORD IN A BLACK WIG AND CONTACTS (the last one looks like a blend of Jade's sus face + Idia's sus face) 😭 His face looks so similar… and they're both "attendant" characters that act polite but are more manipulative than they appear at first glance... (although Alfons has Floyd's hedonism rather that Jade's restraint!)
More of my first impressions of the characters of IkeVil below the cut!! Again, there's nothing explicit, I just wanted to keep this post not too bulky.
And not just him (Alfons) either, ashldbiasydefpaei there's a Trey-lookalike and a Silver pre-hair color change in the same game! Roger has a rifle and is cursed by Snow White's huntsman, so I joke that he's Rook and Trey's test tube baby... and Elbert has Vil's keen eye and desire for what is beautiful!
There are also characters that don't look like an TWST ones, but definitely have personalities that remind me of a few! For example, Liam's laid-back affability is Che'nya and Chenya Cater-esque, Jude speaks in a gruff but aristocratic manner like Leona but is a tough businessman like Azul, and Ellis seems like a mix of Malleus's obsession with happy endings + Idia's gloomy demeanor…? No clue if he actually is gloomy or not, he just gives me gloomy vibes.
Victor is Crowley-adjacent! Like they're both overseeing this group of powerful men with magic so you'd think they're serious types--but they aren't. They're silly and use their own skills to do frivolous things like doing magic tricks or making cake fancier. They also both seem to be hiding a secret...
Harrison doesn't remind me of anyone in particular, though I do see little bits of our typical "lying" characters in him. He has the chill of a Che'nya but also Floyd's flippancy and lies as easily as like... I don't know, Cater?? Not sure on this one.
abfhbyoafvadpiadgo OKAY OKAY BUT THE FUNNIEST ONE TO ME IS WILLIAM BECAUSE HE'S "THE QUEEN OF HEARTS" CHARACTER... Most of the time when you have a character with this inspiration, they're controlling and easily angered (*stares at Riddle*), but William is NOTHING like that????
In fact, he's got a strong sense of justice and often encourages others to be honest and to act freely, even if it means disregarding the rules. Every time William opens his mouth... I picture Riddle shrieking and sobbing/j
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threesomes | ikemen villains
pairings: jude x reader x ellis; elbert x reader x alfons; liam x reader x harrison; william x reader x victor
tags: nsfw; mdni; female reader; threesomes; rough sex; oral (female receiving); oral (male receing); double penetration; dvp; spitroasting; anal sex; dirty talk; breeding; creampie; cum swallowing.
JUDE x READER x ELLIS
jude fondled your supple skin, his stiff cock buried deep inside your tight pussy. you gasped loudly as he stuck a finger inside your ass, your walls clenching the cock mercilessly pounding your pussy.
"it's time," he grunted to ellis, whose erect cock was so close to your face you could smell the precum beading at its tip. ellis needed no further instructions; he wrapped one hand around the bottom of his shaft, the other tangled in your hair, guiding your mouth towards his twitching tip.
ellis groaned as his shaft slid against your tongue, your mouth warm and wet as you slowly swallowed his length.
as ellis was stuffing your mouth full with his cock, jude used that distraction to coat your puckered hole with lube, pushing a generous amount of the cool substance inside. he withdrew his hard cock from your wet pussy, your juices coating his slick shaft, the excess dripping down your thigh. you made a muffled sound, ellis' cock balls deep inside your mouth, as jude began to push his cock inside your ass.
jude's cock was very thick; it wasn't an easy fit, but when his balls smacked against your skin, he knew he was fully inside you. his eyes flashed with a wicked gleam, knowing he could truly have his way with you now.
within a few thrusts, jude and ellis had their movements timed so that you were always filled with one of their hard cocks. ellis was in pure ecstasy as your lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as he fucked your throat, a small bulge forming every time he pushed deep inside your mouth and his tip reached deep down your throat. he tugged on your hair, holding your mouth flush against the base of his cock as he emptied his balls down your throat, ensuring you swallowed every last drop.
jude tried to take his time and prolong your painful pleasure. but you were just too tight for him; his cock tensed early, painting your walls white with his cum.
ELBERT X READER X ALFONS
"don't worry, sweetheart. i'm not going far." alfons pulled his cock from your mouth with a loud pop, wiping the string of saliva on your cheek. you clenched your walls, squeezing the cock that was pounding your pussy, enjoying the moan elbert produced.
elbert dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your backside, exposing your puckered hole for alfons. the liquid on his fingers were cool aa he inserted one inside you, preparing you for his thick cock. elbert lifted your hips, slamming your body on his, impaling you with his cock on each rough stroke.
"are you ready?" It was a silly question, really. your body was never truly ready for this, no matter how many times alfons and elbert had shared you and had their way with you, their cocks filling your every hole with indescribable pleasure.
offering a small nod, you pushed back your hips towards alfons, eager for your body to be broken by his cock. he pushed in slow, his groans growing louder the deeper he got.
a smile spread on your lips when you felt and heard his balls slapping your pussy knowing now the fun would begin. they took turns filling you with their cocks, each stroke harder than the last. you were their plaything as they grinded their bodies against yours, drilling deeper with each rough thrust.
elbert gripped your shoulders, pinning your body against his; unable to move, you milked his cock for all he had as he filled your womb full of his sperm.
with elbert still inside you, his cock milked of all his seed, alfons exploded in your ass, sending your body into ecstasy.
with both holes used and abused, dripping with your juices, you knew round two wasn't far away.
HARRISON x READER x LIAM
"ahhhh..." your fingers twisted in liam's fluffy hair, pulling his mouth flush against your pussy, needing to feel his talented tongue deeper inside.
harrison straddled you, his knees on either side of your face, his balls dangling above your lips. your tongue darted out, tempted to take a taste of him. but before you were able to do so, he shifted his body, and presented you with his cock.
he rubbed your face with his tip, probing open your pretty pink lips. groaning as he stuffed your mouth with his cock, his shaft slowly disappeared inch by inch as you swallowed his entire length.
your moans muffled by the cock shoved in your mouth, your body writhed as liam sucked hard on your clit. his hands spread your legs wider, his thumb tracing the hickies he left on your skin earlier; your pussy, now soaking wet, was on full display.
his eyes flicked up, lingering, as he watched harrison's cock fuck your mouth as if your throat was a fleshlight. in and out, in and out, liam watched with fascination as his friend's large cock was swallowed by such a small mouth.
liam returned his attention to your cunt; he swiped a teasing finger along your slit, collecting your sweet nectar on his digit. he pulled his finger away, enjoying how your hips bucked up, wanting and needy. inserting his finger in his mouth, he sucked on your juices lewdly.
"cum for me," he coaxed, as he dipped his head between your legs, his tongue lapping at your lips like a man on the brink of starvation. thrusting your hips to meet his mouth, you pressed your thighs against his head, keeping his tongue deep inside you as the crashing waves of pleasure dragged you over the edge.
harrison grunted, his erratic thrusts increased in pace until he stilled in your mouth as ropes of cum painted your throat white. "swallow it all," he said softly, stroking your cheek as his cock softened in your mouth.
WILLIAM x READER x VICTOR
william watched as victor gripped your hips, guiding your pussy onto his stiff cock. he loved hearing the moans you made as victor stretched your tight pussy, his thick shaft disappearing in your wet folds. patiently, he waited and watched, until you were fully seated onto victor's cock, a smile spreading on his lips knowing it would soon be his turn.
"she's so tight," victor said to william as he approached the joined couple, his grip firm as he began to lift your body, slowly bringing your hips down to meet his.
william reached out and spread your ass cheeks with his fingers, his gaze lingering on where victor's cock was sliding in and out of your body. he slid a single finger inside you, his long finger pumping alongside victor's cock, stretching your cunt even further. "but she's so wet," he replied, removing his soaked digit.
he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, pushing it inside your pussy, next to victor's. a series of soft moans escaped your throat, your mouth incapable of forming words at this point, your body stretched beyond belief.
the two men you were sandwiched between manhandled you as they drilled your cunt with their cocks. in time, your pussy stretched, accepting william's girth. stuffed to the brim, you knew you wouldn't last long. you couldn't, not with two thick cocks impaling you.
and they didn't last long either. victor started to spasm first inside you, painting your walls white with his warm sperm. he pulled out, his cock making a loud squelching sound, leaving william alone inside your dripping core, victor's come leaking in a trail down your thigh. he grunted loudly as he slammed his hips against yours, his cock buried deep inside you as he exploded inside your womb, your walls painted white once more, increasing your chances of being bred.
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❄️🎄 SWEET & SPICY WINTERTIME 🎄❄️fluffy smut prompt list/content creation challenge!!
What better way to celebrate the beginning of the cold season than with some fluffy smut prompts?
If you want to, you can tag your work with #sweet & spicy wintertime in order for it to reach more people interested in this prompt list ❤
This prompt list is open to any and all fandoms of course, but I’ll only be reblogging (from my main, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly under the tag #SSWT rbs) works written for the Ikemen Series games. If your work is such, make sure to tag me - I’ll be more than glad to see and reblog your work! Additionally, ikemen works will be featured in a nice little collection that can be found here - Sweet & Spicy Wintertime MASTERLIST - i'll be updating it periodically until January 20th! But don't let any due dates mess with your creativity - you're free to write winter works next June or whenever you want to! (if you'd rather I don't include you in the masterlist, let me know!)
Use the list as you'd like! You don't have to make 10 pieces, you don't have to follow their order either. Just have fun!
All other content-related rules are up to you as a creator - just make sure not to interact if you’re a minor!
Here's the prompt list once again:
Touching under the blanket
Canceling plans to snuggle and fuck
Cold skin, warm hands
The recipe says "Add a pinch of love"
Hot cocoa tastes better when shared
Gift wrapping distractions
In front of the fireplace
Long winter nights spent awake
Quickies at the holiday party
Naughty Christmas wish
❗And here's a little bonus challenge for you: Mix and match those ten wintery-themed items with the prompts above and have them make an appearance somewhere in your work 👀
pair of warm gloves
cup of hot cocoa
(shared) knitted scarf
snowball
red ribbon
eggnog
favorite blanket
a single snowflake
homebaked cookies
sweater
I wish you happy creating and stay warm if you're someplace cold!! 🧣🧤❄️
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What type of gifts would Ellis give?
- We are going to start basic, but something that aligns with your interest! He knows it'll guarantee your happiness. If you are into reading, Ellis will buy you a book of your favorite genre. Or money to feed a certain interest in 2D men.
- I get the sense Ellis is very observing when it comes to people's emotions or what makes them happy. For example, in the event where Kate and he pretended to get married he knew which wedding dress to choose "Because I am watching you." He also seems to guess well what she wants based on her expressions (you can argue that all MCs are an open book but let me live in this bubble because I can think of at least 3 instances at the top of my head where Ellis did this). So if your eyes lingered a month ago on anything beautiful but something you couldn't pay for yet, he would buy it for you as a gift.
- Ellis would craft something. This man has proven to be handy with his hands by making a wheelchair and a flower crown in previous events, so he will also give presents that have his own touch to it. I saw the boyfriend of a Taylor Swift fan make a mini version of the lover house with presents in it that matched the rooms and it is so Ellis coded.
- A little bit off topic but Ellis will go through hell and back for the gift he thinks will make you jump up and down from happiness. If Ellis struggles to get it, he only has to picture your bright smile and sparkling eyes for his sad puppy face to turn into an expression of determination.
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#might write more than one of these#other suitors already have sfw/spicy requests#ikemen villains#ikevil
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WC: 1,111
SFW ┃Fluff ┃Touching ┃Kissing ┃Jealousy ┃Words of Affirmation
CW: None
Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader
Pronouns: You
This is based on a discord prompt: Sun Catcher
Summary: Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony.
Dividers: @/natimiles [Master List]
After a refreshing early morning stroll hand in hand with Elbert by the seaside, you both return to the villa he owns nearby, and along the way you ponder how filled to the brim you are with the warmth and happiness of spending time with your Beloved. The weight of your feelings for Elbert intensified like strong ocean swells breaking onto the shore as you watched his eyes widened at the beauty of the sleeping sun breaking over the horizon. The more you and he spent time together, the more you noticed small changes within him blossom, like the first hazy rays of sunlight being born from the darkness that he had contended with all his life.
Finally, Elbert was beginning to notice how truly wonderful and beautiful the world could be around him, even if he felt weighted down to the deepest trenches of the ocean’s lonely floor, at least some light was filtering through the dark abode now that you were weighted down with him. You smile as you sit by his side in the carriage and inspect the beautiful sea shells that you both collected, embedding these precious thoughts and memories upon the shells, so they’ll never be forgotten.
“…..”
Noticing that you’d been admiring the sea shells for far too long, Elbert takes the collection bag from your hand and places them on the seat opposite of you. Watching him closely you perceive that he must be coveting the exorbitant attention you’d been giving the beach finds instead of him. He gently grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Staring into his fathomless blue eyes, he trickles kisses on your forehead, down to your eyelids, your nose, and finally reaching your blushing lips. Grazing them so faintly with his tongue it was like a faint whisper brushing against your skin, beckoning you to open for him. Parting so naturally on their own, you grant him the access he was tenderly requesting.
It was never enough for him. He craved your heart, mind and body so earnestly that Elbert could never allow anyone or anything divert you from him for any extended period of time. It was because of you that he began to learn the value of true beauty, and now that he held it in his grasp, he would never allow you to escape his snare. He loved you more than anyone or anything in the world, and he would destroy all of the world if it meant he could keep himself in your sight.
However, he battled this desire to lock you away from everything and to keep everything from you, so you could be happy. Searching the deepest corners of your mouth with his needy tongue he tried to convey his hunger and desire for you, and that was how you both spent the remainder of your trip back to the villa, consuming each other with deep fervent kisses.
Upon arriving, you asked Elbert if he had any spare gemstones that he didn’t need anymore. Elbert looked at you surprised for a moment because he never expected you to make such an extravagant request, but he was happy to give you whatever you wanted.
“….I do. I’ll have the butler bring them to you.”
“Thank you! Oh, but I also need a few more items, and some tools.” A bright smile flashed on your face, and he looked at you even more perplexed than he did before. Still, he agreed to your request.
After receiving the required items you needed, Elbert had received correspondence from Crown about a matter that needed to be addressed, and so while he was away tending to that matter, you holed yourself up in your room working away. It near sunset by the time Elbert finished his duties and returned to your room only to find it empty.
“Lord Elbert!” You called out from behind and grabbed his porcelain hand as he turned around to meet your voice.
“Quickly, come with me or else we’ll miss it.”
“Miss it….?”
“You’ll see.”
Watching you walk ahead and pull him by the hand, Elbert thought that he couldn’t imagine how he had ever breathed before he met you, how you kept pulling him from the depths of his dark watery abyss and into the shallows, and when you both enter his room that faces the ocean, his thoughts were further cemented - you truly were a glorious light in his dismal world.
The entire room was aglow and dancing with the most beautiful display of light that danced all over the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony.
“…The gems…..is this why you asked for them?”
“Mhm, I made a sun-catcher for us.”
Walking up to it, his eyes wandered over it like he was evaluating it’s worth. You’d seen those eyes before, and his silence made you nervous as he gently reached out and touched it, so you explained.
“I wanted to capture our memories of our watching the dawn together this morning, so I thought I’d make this sun-catcher with your unwanted gems, and included the sea shells we found at the beach.”
The shells that he was so jealous of earlier that morning now gently lay in his hand, woven along with the different stones Elbert would never have looked at again - a gift of light from his lover. Feeling slightly confused as to whether he was happy or discontented, those feelings were washed away when he felt you pick up his hand and kiss it.
“I love you more than anyone or anything in the world, Lord Elbert. So, don’t be afraid to share the beauty and the light of other things with me, because they will never replace you. So, please continue loving me just as you do.”
“Even if I……drown you with that love?”
He was often anxious of this thought as to whether or not you’d mind being pulled in the murky depths of his love. Smiling at him you drape your arms around his neck and peck his lips to reassure him.
“Let’s make a promise, drown me with your love, and I’ll shower you with all the light I possess.”
A gentle breeze flows into the room, sounding a sweet clinking from the sun-catcher as a palette of colors bedeck you both while engaged in a passionate kiss.
#Writing#elbert greetia x you#elbert greetia#ikevil elbert#elbert greetia fluff#Elbert Greetia fanfic#Elbert Greetia Fanfiction#ikevil fanfic#ikevil fanfiction
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Lazy morning with Jude
Words: 597
Tags: scenario; fluffy; no pronouns specified; established relationship.
Notes: I did my best to make Jude sound like Jude, HAIUSEHASU. I hope this brightens your night, @judejazza! 🤍
In the first few weeks of the relationship, it was weird for you to wake up in the morning to an empty bed and his side already cold. You wouldn’t deny it made you feel strange, and sometimes you wondered if you were disrupting his routine, or if he really wanted you there.
Jude could be rough and sadistic, but he was never a liar. If he said your company was something he enjoyed, even if he didn’t sleep that much anyway, then you knew better than to doubt his word. That and his actions, which always spoke louder.
Every night, he would cling to you as soon as you made yourself comfortable on the bed. Sometimes he wouldn’t even wait for you to settle; he would pull you down and lock you in his embrace, intertwining his legs with yours. And you’d happily nuzzle against him, deeply inhaling his scent that did wonders to relax you.
Then you grew accustomed to this routine of yours, where you usually woke up alone, but never lonely. And sometimes you were lucky enough to wake up for a few minutes and catch a glimpse of him before he left for work.
Like now.
You wake up to something warm pressing against your forehead and hear some soft words you can’t understand. You grumble unintelligible sounds as your mind slowly wakes up. Scrunching up your nose, you flutter your eyes open, and even though it’s still dark outside, you can see a silhouette beside you.
“Jude?” you call out, your voice heavy with sleep.
“Ha?” he clicks his tongue and gently coaxes your eyes to close with his fingertips. “Go back to sleep.”
“But you—” You take his hand away, but he brings it back to your eyelids. Twice. “Jude!” you complain, holding it against your cheek now.
“Got ‘nother hand, y’know? Can put ya back to sleep real easy, princess,” he threatens, but you know he wouldn’t.
“Then just let me wish you a good day,” you say, shifting your body to get a better look at him and squeezing his hand tighter.
He could free his hand anytime, but he doesn’t, and it makes you tingly inside. He sighs loudly and bends at his waist, using his other hand to support himself on the headboard, bringing his face close to yours. You stay like this for a few moments, just looking into each other’s eyes.
“So?”
“Hm?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“Where’re my good day wishes? Can’t wait for ‘em all day.”
“Oh!” you smile, your whole face lighting up as his words sink into your brain. He almost feels the need to close his eyes to not be blinded by your brightness. “Have a good day! Take care of yourself, and come back home in one piece.” You hold his hand tighter and bring your other hand to the back of his neck, using it as leverage to lift your face slightly and peck his lips. “I love you.”
“Good princess,” he chuckles through his nose. “Now back to sleep. Love too,” he mutters so softly that you almost don’t hear it, and kisses your forehead.
You recognize the warmth and realize what the words you couldn’t understand earlier were. You can’t help but feel your cheeks blushing, and he smirks widely at your sheepish expression. He would tease you a lot if he didn’t have to leave already — he probably will when he comes back home later.
And with this cozy feeling inside, you close your eyes and try to sleep a little more.
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#ikemen villains#ikevil#ikevil jude#ikevil writings#ikevil scenarios#ikevil fanfics#ikevil jude x reader#ikevil x reader#ikemen villains x reader
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The Ikepri routes as dark, twisted fairytales~
- Part 2 -
Fandom: Ikemen Prince Otome game
Featured characters: Matthias, Azel, & Kagari
Genre: Dark, angsty fairytale romance
Rating: 12+
WARNINGS: | mxw | kidnapping | religion and human god |
Matthias - Swan Lake
In a cold land of strict order, the judge prince discriminates against none when justice is demanded, and thus a well-meaning girl is cursed. While in his mind he creates the perfect version of the woman he desires - his Odile - the very real woman he condemned endeavours to get close to him. Reality and fantasy collide, peace is abraded by unfeeling justice. Only true love can break the curse - by stopping him from casting his deluding spells over and over again.
Azel - El Dorado
A fantastical world of gold, palaces & temples, priceless treasures, and tradition can be ruled by only one type of being: a god. A charmed life - countless offerings of jewels, exotic rarities, and spices, fawning servants and obsessive subjects. However, godly duties come with a heavy weight. Even a god may find themself wishing to be human. Perhaps a clever woman disbelieving in magic could be the key to escaping the suffocating world of deity, and show the worth of things not gilded in gold. The only one whose worship may be truly welcomed.
Kagari - Peter Pan
An island kingdom divided - domains of water, mountains, jungles, and ancient tradition held in precarious balance. Lost boys find themselves spending their days climbing trees and fighting pirates. Their prince finds himself envious and resenting towards the simple, happy lives of people far away. He wants someone to stroke his hair and tell him stories. What use is stealing ships, learning bell codes, or viewing the island from the top of the world… without your first mate. Maybe that wicked pirate is on to something by capturing a Princess to get what he wants…
IkeVil version coming soon!
#norel writes#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikemen series#ikepri matthias#ikepri azel#ikepri kagari#azel radwan#matthias asbrink#kagari amagase#cybird ikemen series#ikemen cybird#cybird ikemen#cybird otome#cybird#ikemen ouji#ikevil
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I think I know why IkeVil hasn't really clicked for me. And it is mostly because of its name lol. I was hoping for actual Villains, people with questionable morals. But really so far they seem like people who really aren't bad people and because of that they can't really own it. Right now only one who actually seems like a "bad person" is Jude and I hope his route will be released soon in EN version.
If they had named the game Ikemen Curses or something like that, I wouldn't mind it that much. I know this is very nitpicky but I can't help it. Everything in this game screams that I should like it. The aesthetic and the UI design, the setting and the sound scape. But alas... Right now I feel a bit meh. I hope it gets better. I like the characters a lot tho, whenever they act like a weird family. : D
(I have only tried William's and Liam's routes. I changed to Liam's route from William's at chapter 15 or so because I just wasn't feeling it.)
EDIT: I'm just being nitpicky about semantics. A villain and an anti-hero are two different things. I just like it when media that I consume commits to the "bit". Were it morally gray or even black or the most wholesome heartfelt thing. And also the fact that I have not dwelled into IkeVil's JP release and have not spoiled myself at all about things. These opinions might change in due time. The game might surprise me in the future. Just like IkePri did.
#ikevil#ikemen villains#dicenete rambling#i just feeling like writing is better in IkePri#and it frustrates me#kinda#gilbert was a villain story done right imo#he is actually a morally questionable person#and fun
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....By me
Genre: Short story, Fluff
Jude POV
"Haa...." I sighed as I fell onto the couch in my room. I rubbed my eyes before gazing up at the ceiling.
(Seriously....what was that jackass thinking? Dragging a girl into this shitty world who has nothing to do with any of this)
I think about todays events. A girl, named Kate, became witness to the Crown's assassination. Instead of letting her go, her Majesty's idiot aide made her a 'Fairytale Keeper' to keep records about the cursed members of Crown. All of this already feels disgusting enough and now some random girl is going to be a part of it.
"Tch." I pulled out a cigarette and searched for a lighter which I couldn't find. That only made me annoyed even more. Then----
"Tweet.."
"Huh?" When I glared towards my open window, I saw a small white robin perched on my window ledge. It was holding a tiny flower in it's beak and looking at me eagerly.
"Huh, here again? Haven't I said not to bring silly gifts like these flowers everyday?" I snorted as I approached the window with an unlit cigarette in my mouth. I held out my hand and the robin carefully placed the small tiny white flower in my palm before looking up at me again.
"Tweet tweet..."
The little robin boldly flies into my room. It flies round and round to its heart's content until it perched on my shoulder, looking at me eagerly.
"What's this? Asking for attention are we? Do you want me to love you? Is that why you're bringing flowers for me every night." I reached out to tickle under the little guy's chin and she squints her eye in satisfaction.
"Some nightcrawler you are." I snorted as I see the robin raising its chin while enjoying the caresses I give her.
(If were to go for her head, she might fall asleep)
(It's far better for this guy to go home than sleep here)
"Tweet!" The white robin, once again flew around my room before leaving through the window. I then closed my eyes and chuckled.
For a second, my mind reminded me of Kate who got captured into the darkness. The image of her earnest eyes that said she would keep the Crown's business a secret burns in my mind.
"Tch, she could have just left like that bird......such a foolish princess."
#shiro stories#ikemen villains#ikevil#ikemen villains jude#ikevil jude#I wanted to write a short story#I chose jude because he's the no. 1 villain and all#ikemen series
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🌸🔞𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓 🔞🌸 - a spring-themed nsfw prompt list/content creation challenge
So I thought, "has anyone ever made a spring-themed prompt list...but for smut?" and I kid you not, five minutes later I had these ten prompts in my drafts. I'm sharing it with all of you who might want to spice up your writing/art at the end of the season 🤗🔥
If you want to, you can tag your work with #late spring tryst ccc in order to reach more people inspired by this prompt list ❤
This prompt list is open to any and all fandoms, but I'll only be reblogging works written for the Ikemen Series games. If your work is such, make sure to tag me - I'll be more than glad to see and reblog your work with the tag #late spring tryst ikemen.
There's no deadline and I'll be making no masterlist. Don't worry about starting a wip now and publish it in mid-July :) All other content-related rules are up to you as a creator - just make sure not to interact if you're a minor!
Here's the list:
First outdoor sex of the year
Sex pollen
Warm weather = less clothes
Mating season
Springtime leisure
Sex in the rain
Under the cherry blossom tree
A burst of energy
New beginnings, new kinks
Still needing to get warm
Have fun! 🎀💐🌸
#prompt list#writing prompts#writing challenge#art challenge#writing#prompts#writeblr#smut prompts#nsft prompts#ikemen series#ikeseries#cybird#otome#ikemen vampire#ikevamp#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikemen villains#ikevil#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#ikemen revolution#ikerev#tears of themis#obey me#mlqc#voltage#genshin impact#touchstarved#late spring tryst ccc
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congratulations 2K followers may I request Victor from ikevil?Theme 17.number the stars.Thank you,have a nice day💕
number the stars
victor; 1,347 words; fluff, mostly -- kinda weird but victor is also kinda weird so i hope you don't mind nonny -- and thanks so much for sending something in!!!
“count the stars with me,” he says one night, his hair dark as the shade of a broken promise, his smile just as sweet. you purse your lips, looking up from the typewriter at your desk.
“i’m… sorry?” you ask, quirking your head as you lean back in your chair, wondering if you’d heard correctly.
victor’s smile is moon-sliver and cyanide, and you find yourself drawn inexplicably to it, like a comet towards the sun.
“come,” he says, offering you a hand, standing by your door, looking for all the world as if he were inviting you for tea. but you know better than that now — don’t you? you wonder.
you get up anyway, telling yourself that you’d been wanting to stretch your legs anyways and the gardens should be beautiful at this hour.
“it’s — it’s a full moon tonight,” you say, tilting your head back to admire the scattered light of the milky way, streaked across the sky. beside you, victor hums in agreement. you feel his eyes on you before you see him, the dull simmer and heat of his gaze as it grazes over your skin, soft as fingertips, strong as sin.
“how many do you think there are?” he asks, casually, turning when you catch him staring, unabashed even as your own cheeks flush with heat.
“what, the stars?” you ask, casting your eyes back up.
“yes.”
you purse your lips, unable to keep your curiosity from bubbling over.
“why?”
victor’s body shakes with his blue-bell laughter, “why not wonder such things?”
you resist the urge to roll your eyes. but of course — has victor ever really needed a reason? or a rhyme, for that matter?
“i don’t know… billions… more than billions, probably,” you say, thinking back to the various headlines you’d seen splashed across the front pages of the papers — scientific discovery this, neighboring galaxies that. you let out a soft sigh as victor turns his head back towards you.
“mm… strange, isn’t it? that we’re all so terribly insignificant and yet… here we are… struggling against our own insignificance every hour of every day…” he flicks a silken strand of hair from his shoulders, leading you towards the tiny pagoda where you’d all shared afternoon tea.
“strange? i… i don’t think so,” you sit down next to him, pressing your palms to the cool of the bench beneath you, “i mean… all the stars up there…” you wave your hand at the vast expanse of night sky, “they’re all just… burning themselves up, aren’t they? isn’t that… a struggle against insignificance too? isn’t that… it’s own kind of curse?”
victor opens his mouth, and then he blinks, pauses. no sound comes from him for a solid ten seconds before his entire body spills into a fit of near-silent laughter. you watch him, caught between confusion and bewilderment, wondering if you’d said something truly strange before he shakes his head and presses a large, warm palm to the top of your head.
“yes — yes that they are… just burning themselves up… all for us to call them beautiful — terrible, isn’t it? i can’t think of anything worse in the world than being a star…” he’s still chuckling when he finishes, pulling his hand away from your head to smile at you, a darkness twinkling behind his eyes that you’ve never quite had the courage to question.
“you’re making fun of me,” you say, narrowing your eyes and making to pull away, but victor shakes his head and pulls you back, humming happily as you topple easily into his chest.
“not in the slightest! i just… i just love the way you think, that’s all.”
you can’t help the shiver that chases its way down your spine at the softness of his words, at the closeness of his voice, brushing by your ear like a summer breeze. you swallow hard as his arm comes almost naturally to rest around your waist, and when you look up, it’s once again to find him watching you. you press your lips into a line and try not to stare at the beauty mark on his bottom lip but —
“ah… if you keep looking at me like that…” victor grins as he leans down, a finger tipping your chin up towards him, his voice thick with honey, warm as poison, “i can’t promise… i’ll be able to keep being such a gentleman…”
you lick your lips, watch as his eyes flicker down to track the movement. your breath flutters in your chest, hummingbird quick.
“i — i thought you asked me out here to c-count the stars…”
victor grins, “certainly i did… and i am… see? they’re right here…” he leans in, so close you’re almost nose to nose, so close you almost go cross-eyed to keep him in focus.
“right here… i think i can see the entire sky in your eyes…”
a tiny whine works it’s way out of your throat and victor tuts, shaking his head.
“i’ve been waiting to use that line for quite some time but…” he makes to pull away, only for you to pull him back with your fingers fisting in the thick silk and velvet of his clothes.
your throat feels dry, but you swallow passed the desert blooming at the base of your tongue as your search his face for a sign — any sign —
“h-how many are there?” you ask, your voice softer than you remember.
victor’s eyebrows twitch, “how many… what?” but the curve of his lips tells you another story.
“how many stars did you count?”
fire licks its way up your stomach into your chest as you feel his fingers tighten around your waist.
“i… i’ll admit that i’ve lost count — i’ve been distracted, you see —” victor’s grin tilts like a planet on it’s axis, and you feel your world shift along with it, degree by degree. like this, you can almost taste the weight of his words, the sound of his breathing, the liquid of his smile — like this, you want to sink your fingers into the fine gossamer of his hair and tug —
he is kissing you before you realize, severing your thoughts with the silver scissor precision of his mouth and you’re left untethered, clutching at him with the tips of your fingers, feeling him pulling you close, close, closer — a thick moan winds its way from his throat and you lean in further, push your mouth to his to take it in, to take it all in —
“please…”
his voice is shaking when he pulls away, his lips the perfect shade of treason.
you don’t feel your own trembling until he pulls you closer, buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes.
“gods…” he says, wrapping both arms around you, his voice a wreck of barely contained emotions, of barely restrained desires, “by all the stars…”
you find yourself smiling as you let yourself be held, let yourself sink into the tremor and shake of this thing — held between the negative space of your bodies — whatever it is, at least you know it’s precious. at least you know it’s the most sacred kind of burning.
“all of them?” you ask, in what you hope is a light, playful kind of voice, even as victor lets you pull away, to reach up to brush a few fallen strands of hair from his face with your fingers, “we don’t even know how many there are.”
victor’s smile is indulgent and full of surrender.
“no… we don’t,” he reaches up to trail his fingers through your hair, thumbing at the ends as he shakes his head, “but… i think with you… i’d like to try.”
“try… what?”
“why… counting all the stars of the sky, of course.”
requests are open! <3
#ikemen series#ikemen villains#ikevil#victor#ikevil victor#ikemen victor#ikemen fanfic#ikevil fanfic#otome games#cybird ikemen#ikevil x reader#ikemen villains x reader#broseph. hes so weird but i kinda love him okay#i have so many weaknesses but one of them is long-haired boiz i mean look;;;#it started with sesshomaru and went downhill from there i am UNWELL#ANYWAY i hope you liked this anonnyyyy <3 thanks again for requesting!!!!#i'm happy to be writing for this event finally haha hopefully i'll be able to write a few more fics this weekend and then queue them up!#perchance to dream
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✦✧✦✧ 𝗔 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆
ɪ ᴋ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴠ ɪ ʟ ʟ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ꜱ
JUDE × READER
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬
✦✧✦✧
𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 Jude, Ellis
𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 fluff, crack, slice-of-life
𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 2300+
𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢 Dominika Roseclay
𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗢 Enrique Silva
ONE OF THE BIGGEST CLICHES IN THE BOOK is falling asleep out in the open—you know, a hallway, a dining room, or in this case, a drafty library inside a secluded castle—and then waking up all nice and wrapped-up in the hero's coat. Swaddled like a baby.
But Jude probably hasn't acquainted himself with those types of books, or he doesn't care for what is or isn't cliché. Or, chiefly, he knows that neither of you would consider him to be a hero, not in a million years, or in a million-million.
Truth be told, he probably doesn't care. About you, that is. After all, there's an inverse relationship between caring and carrying coin. Something that London teaches you right off the tit, even if one does pride themselves on being an optimist. So while Jude may have seen it within some realm of personal etiquette to toss his coat on you (it looks like he placed it gingerly…), as well as half-heartedly attempt to pin it around your shoulders (most likely to keep those godforsaken sleeves from dragging on the ground; why else would he drape one of them over your eyes?), you would be a fool to fish for any other meaning.
In fact, you'd do well to remember that you've known Jude and his dodgy colleagues for less than forty-eight hours. Forty of which you've spent embroiled in equally-dodgy encounters. Being alive is truly something you've been taking for granted.
But of course, you fish for that other meaning anyway, and you smile like the proper fool that you are. A pleasant warmth dawning over your mouth and cheeks until your upper teeth sit flush against your bottom lip. A delightful spot of sun that eases the stiffness from your jaw, and eases the pressure boiling to temperature in your temples (half the reason you dozed off in the first place). All very welcome side-effects after the horrendous nightmare of the past couple of days. Whether you're wrong about Jude and this one, tiny, insignificant-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things gesture, you needed this win.
Without fully understanding the implications of your decision to believe in him, you sit up in your armchair and watch Jude, who is at present perched on one of the library ladders on the landing across the atrium.
A faint glint focuses your attention on something you only vaguely registered in your waking state. It appears Jude donned a pair of reading glasses sometime during your nap. Peculiar, small, round lenses locked into a frame most noteworthy for how ordinary it is. But the overall effect of the glasses is even more striking. They sit on Jude's canted cheekbones with little fanfare and fuss, all the while annihilating the gangster from him and sanding his rough edges down into something almost innocent.
Except for that nasty glower he's hurling back your way. So pointed and menacing that you can feel it shoot up through your sinuses and all the way to the back of your skull.
Rude.
Jude shifts his weight on the ladder. "That's one hell of a stare," he grumbles to himself, just on the edge of audible from where you're seated. "Right creepy, innit."
"Not really, Mister Jazza," answers Ellis, on standby two meters to his right.
"Rhetori—" Jude turns his back to you, flounders for something, grabs a sheet of paper off a shelf, and flings it at Ellis. "It was a rhetorical question!" The paper barely gets within a meter of Ellis before beginning a lilting descent to the floor, with all three of you watching on in awkward silence, until finally Ellis crouches and delicately pinches it just before contact with the wood.
The young man uprights himself, then gently blows on the paper as if to clean off any dust it accumulated during its brief flight. After, with just one of his gangling strides, he covers the distance to his employer. But before handing the paper back, he jerks to a stop, hesitating, his mouth giving a curious spasm. The picture is clear from your vantage point. Ellis is no doubt amusing over how even whilst mounted on a ladder, Jude fails to reach his height. How one day Ellis might even discover a bald spot on Jude's head long before the man himself does. But the moment passes and Ellis fixes his mouth before dutifully presenting the paper. "You dropped this, Mister Jazza."
"I bloody well see that!" Jude snatches the paper as Ellis withdraws his hand the way one might flinch from fire. The library railing blocks most of your view of the next bit, but you can assume from the crinkling sound that Jude is smoothing over the wrinkles on the sheet (for which he is to blame) against his thigh. His hand and paper come back into view before he slaps the paper back onto the shelf. Whether he realizes or not, the adventurous little sheet slips off the edge anyway.
Watching this entire exchange you can't help the bubble of mirth building in your throat. After a second or two of trying to seal the laughter away behind silent, chest-thumping hiccups, the entire library fills with your bright cackle, during which Jude's overcoat slides from your quivering shoulders, hitting the floor in a whump of weighty fabric. Well, at least that weight is no longer turning you into a human furnace. The library draft actually feels refreshing.
But even a cheated-on wife would lose against the utter carnage of Jude's expression toward you. If his stare breaches bone, his glare outright disintegrates it. You think he might hawk a spit when he goes to say "I ought to yank your pretty little teeth out for that."
You sit forward in your seat, hands latching onto the armrests as your laughter tapers off. "An upstanding gentleman like you has only one coat now, has he?"
"He has two," answers Ellis, helpfully.
"Rhetorical. Question." Jude sighs, a line of shadow falling over his eyes as he descends the ladder. The glasses come off. Get tucked into a breast pocket. Without them, Jude's glare is truly biblical, and like casting judgement he points a finger you could swear he's been dying to point at you ever since he first laid eyes on you. "Pick that up before I get me pliers. And need I remind you that this library here's for reading? Reading, researching, studying"—he withdraws his hand and holds up a finger for each item—"or pretending to read, research or study. Now. Did you at any point hear me list 'taking a fucking nap' amongst these noble activities?"
You stare.
Jude stares.
Ellis stares.
Jude snaps his head to Ellis. "Well then, did you?"
Ellis shimmies, startled. "Uhm, did you want me to answer that one, Mister Jazza?"
"Please and thank you, Mister Twilight."
"You're welcome, but I haven't done anything yet."
Jude flares his nostrils and huffs past Ellis without another word.
You assume the conversation to be over until Jude takes the corner and suddenly begins bounding toward you. For a second the thundering clack of his shoes overtakes all other sensory input. Mid-stride, he grabs a book off a shelf to his side without looking. In fact, his eyes refuse to leave you, holding your sight with such electric intensity that you start to worry the whole coat thing might be a greater faux pas than you initially thought.
Another part of you worries about the part of you fixating on Jude's eyes. That shock of purple, like anemones, but also not unlike the glaze off a bruise. Every step he advances encroaches onto your world the hues of violence and vitality, the hues of…
Jude clicks to a stop before your chair, hair disheveled, lips drawn into a line. He stands backlit, chest out, muscled legs astride, holding himself larger-than-life in a way no ordinary man would even think to. Maybe it's borderline parody, even, but you're the one still looking at him, the one taking fervent inventory of his motley collection of scents; London in the springtime, London in the dark, London drowned in smoke, and like an eye-catching garnish, the citrusy tang of bergamot.
Look upward and you're trapped in the pistil of his gaze, where running away feels like it'd invite certain death, and where running is somehow not exactly the thing you want to do.
What changed in the last five seconds? Him? Or you?
Jude extends his hand, the open cuff on his sleeve framing his slender wrist like dove wings.
Without thinking, and with your heartbeat suddenly flooding the entire room, you lower your hand onto his surprisingly soft palm.
What is happening? You—
Jude's shapely brows suddenly look like they're about to strangle themselves. He flicks your hand away as if swatting a fly. "Me coat, damn you! Hand over me coat!"
"I got it, Mister Jazza!" Ellis darts around the atrium, slides onto the floor, skids under Jude's arm, snatches up the coat and uprights himself in the smoothest sequence of movement a set of human limbs has ever executed. But when he holds the coat out for Jude, all he's met with is a scowl that makes vengeance look like affection. Ellis tilts his head. "...?"
Jude's response isn't immediate. A troubled sheen glosses his gaze. He works his jaw, casting his eyes to you for enough of a fleeting second for you to understand that you and his hesitation are inextricably (and damnably) tied. And that's how you know his next words to Ellis are a lie. "Aren't you going to blow the dust off it like you did with the paper?"
Ellis smiles suddenly, throwing you a sidelong glance as well, one of joyful knowing. "I was going to, but I remembered the look you gave me last time, so I didn't."
That very look gets directed at Ellis anyway. Jude rips the coat from the young man's grasp. "Get the carriage ready. Let Victor know not to wait up."
"He's going to wait anyway."
"Tell him anyway." Jude surprises you by placing the book he's holding in your care. Before you can react, he turns partially away to don his coat. The motion is grand and showy, and again you're struck by that captivating impression, of this little man being much larger-than-life than he seems. The library seems too small for him, for his ambitions. The castle is a pit-stop, an outhouse, on his map to greatness. You can't take your eyes away, but you do roam them, examining the whole of Jude, just a little closer, with a little more care, and a little more curiosity. Far more than you would have before. And again, you ignore the implications.
Only now that Jude has his coat back on do you realize how diminutive and almost frail he looked without it. Not weak. Grand. But frail. And only then do the needles of guilt arrive, writhing up from your stomach and stopping up your throat. All for letting that damned coat sit on the floor for so long.
Just because Jude is a villain doesn't mean you have to be an ass.
Jude settles the errant creases over his chest. Whatever sour mood had seized him only moments earlier is nowhere to be found, and this is after you take into account that is default expression is a mild scowl.
Does Jude know how to smile sweetly? Just as you think it, his gaze intersects with yours. Again that anemone, that bruise-like hollowness. For an instant, you two stare at each other, nakedly, across a space you just happen to occupy with the trappings of reality. Something in your heart changes shape, for the second, maybe third time, in the last few minutes.
Then just as quick, his sour look descends on his brow twofold. "God, how many creepy expressions can one person have?"
You kick his shin. You don't even realize it until you've done it. You kick it again.
"Bloody—what is your problem?!"
Ellis bends down to your level. "Is your foot okay?"
"Foot?! What about my leg!?"
"I'll stop by the good doctor on my way to Victor."
Jude rubs his face and heaves a sigh worth a thousand words. "Oh, don't bother." Then a smile cracks over his features. "I'll just be adding this," he gestures to his shin while heckling with you a smug grin, "to the running tab."
You hang your head. Was it too late to stomp the hell out of that stupid coat?
Ellis pats the top of your hand. "Don't worry." He stands up and holds his hand out for you to take.
Jude swats it away. "I ain't done talking here. I gave you a job, go fucking do it."
Ellis shrugs and imparts a rueful smile to you before making his exit. Once you're alone with Jude, he nudges his chin to indicate the book he gave you.
It's a well-worn volume, leather cracked and binding frayed. The title seems familiar to you but you can't pinpoint why. When you look up at Jude for some sort of hint, he rolls his eyes and turns around with a swish of his coat. "I ain't got any use for a fucking narcoleptic. Even someone as daft as you should be able to read this." Saying nothing further, he walks out the way Ellis went.
Rude. Rude. Rude. Rude. Ru—
The answer comes to you. The book in your hand is on the same subject as the book you'd fallen asleep while reading. The book that's oddly nowhere to be found now.
You flip through the pages on a hunch. Jude was right. The words are simpler. And there's notes, tons of them, crowding the margins.
"You stupid ass," you hiss into the empty library as you throw your head back against the chair with a thunk. But your anger dissipates with your next breath, replaced by something almost serene. Something you don't want to assess the implications of. "I didn't fall asleep because the words were too hard."
Thank you for reading! I own literally 0% of the jokes in this, and my characterization is based on what I've seen others in the fandom produce.
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