#Ikevil Jude fluff

[judesmoonbeauty]

WC: 1,745 Writing Prompt: Play Fighting/Playing with Hair Pronouns: She/Her Tags: SWF ┃Modern AU ┃Road Trip ┃Fluff ┃Slice of Life ┃Pinching Kisses┃Established Relationship┃Teasing Dividers: @/natimiles This may potentially have a part two! Part 2: Here. [Master List] [Invitation to Crown]

Arid desert air swept through the hair of three beautiful Crown members riding in a black convertible as it sped down the blacktop that stretched for miles beneath them, just as the boundless blue sky did above them. The static of an FM radio played even though no one was listening to it, and a cloud of smoke that breezily escaped Jude’s lips, quickly disappeared into the air. Lying reclined in the passenger seat with his feet propped on the dashboard, he finished the cigarette he smoked right after he woke up from a rare nap that he usually wouldn’t take.

As Ellis drove them towards their destination that was still a few hours away, Jude had intended to review his prospective business partner’s profit and loss statements they’d submitted to him one more time, but the hot climate had relaxed his tense muscles into a much needed slumber. Jude lifted his black, round sunglasses and massaged his eyes in order to rid himself of his last bit of drowsiness, when he started to wonder if she had gotten any rest herself?

She hadn’t slept since departing from London for their overseas trip. It was like she was hardwired the entire flight. If she wasn’t looking out the window snapping pictures of the clouds or of the food that was served to them in the first class cabin, she was hard at work, arranging Crown’s ever-growing missions itinerary, along with his own work schedule. She was skilled and diligent, but this was concerning.

Subtly turning his his head to find her laying down in the back seat, Jude found her typing away on her tablet and check her watch for messages.

“That damned princess is going to work herself to death,” Jude grumbled under his breath.

Ellis said, “She’s been awake the entire time. What’s wrong, Jude? I thought you liked it when we work hard for you, it makes you happy doesn’t it?”

“The hell it does. I may wanna work ya both to the bone, but if ya work yourselves to death, then I just lose out when ya both die of exhaustion.”

The entire point of inviting her to tag along on this trip was to get her away from Crown for a while. Yes, while it was her choice to be a part of it’s darkness, and by extension, the darkness of his world due to the enemies he’s accumulated along the way of growing a successful business. But, Jude still felt disgusted at himself for grabbing hold of her and keeping her in his clutches when she offered herself and her love to him.

Poor lil’ bird. He’d often think this since she had no one who could save her from him now, but every once in a while, he simply wanted her to experience a somewhat normal life - one she would’ve had if she hadn’t chose him and Crown. And this business trip for his first overseas venture afford the perfect opportunity to do just that.

After a short while, Jude felt her wrap her arms around him from behind, and looking up at her as she looked down at him, he watched her hair dance wildly in the wind.

“So, how much longer before we get there?” she asked him.

Jude grabbed her face with his hand and slightly shook it, “What are ya, five? Get off me.”

“No.” she snapped back playfully while sticking her tongue out at him.

“Careful princess, I’ll clip that tongue off if ya get too sassy with me.”

She laughed at him and shifted her head around the head rest to place her face closer to his, and asked him, “Really? Ya promise? Remember, contract’s a contract, even if it’s just a verbal agreement.”

Imitating his accent and snarky attitude, she kissed his cheek and chuckled at him. The sweetness of her kiss spreads over his skin, prompting him to return her love with his own by pinching her cheek hard.

“Owww!”

Jude snickers evilly at her pain, “There’s more where that came from princess. Keep it up.”

She pulls her face back and rubs her cheek when Ellis speaks up, “Kate, it’s not safe to be moving around without your seatbelt on. Jude would be unhappy if something happened to you, please put it on, or do I need to hand the wheel over to Jude to go back there and restrain you myself?”

A pair of twilight eyes teasingly peek at her through his sunglasses with a slightly mean smile, and before she could even be attracted to drown in their wicked sweetness, Jude shoved Ellis’ face away.

“Quit makin’ eyes at my woman, ya nutcase and keep ‘em on the damn road instead.”

“Yea, okay,” Ellis smiled and turned his attention ahead of himself.

Turning her attention back to Jude she asked again, “No, but really, why did you have to rent a mansion in the middle of the desert, hours from the city when there’s a perfectly suitable hotel 10 minutes from the business meeting?”

He let an exasperated sigh, “’Cause I can afford to, that’s why. Now, sit back ‘n get some sleep. I don’t want my woman lookin’ haggard for our meetin’.”

Jude puts another cigarette in his mouth, but she grabs it from his mouth and puts it in her own as she goes back to her seat with a triumphant grin on her face.

“I’m not tired, and I’ve rested plenty. Oh! We should pick up some items from the market after the meeting….let’s see….we’ll need a cooler for the cold items, bags of ice, meat, vegetables, fruits…..”

No sooner had she lay back down on her seat had she started making lists and researching local markets.

“Oh, Jude, can you please confirm the tasks that I sent you while you were sleeping? I need to coordinate them with your schedule when we return to London, and - Oh, Victor just sent us more missions that require intelligence gathering, and Ellis there is another scheduled assassination for yourself….”

Growing weary of his love’s constant prattle about work and irritated that she stole his cigarette, Jude climbed into the back seat.

“Hey, Jude! That’s not safe!”

“Can it, Ellis.”

Jude steps into the back seat, grabs his love’s arm to pull her off the seat, and seats her on top his lap.

“Woah, Jude!” The unlit cigarette that she chewed between her teeth fell to the floorboard.

“What? Don’t trust me? ‘Fraid I’ll toss ya out the car?”

“No! But you scared me. What did you miss me that much?”

“Ha!” Jude pinched her thigh through shorts.

“Ouch! Stop pinching me!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her forehead to his.

She looks so tired. The silvery, thin bags under her eyes were worse than he thought, and all of a sudden he felt a pang of guilt for falling asleep while she stayed awake. How was that protecting her well-being? Feeling frustrated at his self-proclaimed failure, Jude determined that he was going to kill that guilt right now.

“C’mon princess, we both know ya love a little pain. Like when I do this….”

His lips caress her earlobe sending a tingly spark through her as he slowly sucked on it for the some time before he bit down on it hard.

“Nngh…”

“That’s for stealin’ my cigarette and droppin’ it on the floor.”

“S-sorry..”

Hearing her soft moan-filled apology blend into the wind, Jude gently kisses her all over her face, the tip of her nose, her eyelids, and brow bone. Saving her forehead for last he planted the most tender kiss there.

His eyes found her smiling at the shower of love he had just poured onto her, and when she opened her eyes, he said, “’Night, princess.”

Poking her on the forehead, Jude caught his beloved and laid her head to rest in his lap, rolling his eyes that he had to go to such lengths in the first place, but at least now she’s resting.

“That was mean, Jude.”

“Hah? Do ya not see the bags under her eyes? She’s been actin’ like a hyper-active lemur since we left Crown, and now she looks like she damned exhausted panda with circle under eyes!”

“That’s not what I meant….I meant the lie you told her. Aren’t you going to tell her the real reason why we’re staying in the desert? You know about toni-”

“Shuddup, or I’ll shove tumble weed down your throat, ya idiot!” Jude kicked Ellis’ seat as if she would over hear their conversation, though that wouldn’t happen due to the strength of Jude’s ability.

“Sorry…..”

Jude’s nerves chaffed when he thought of the real reason why they were staying in the middle of nowhere, so he tried to distract himself from that any way he could. Jude stared down at his other half, both stroking her cheek and pinching it to his satisfaction now that she couldn’t protest. Noticing her fly away hairs whipping around, he decided to braid her hair to prevent them from hitting her face, and he did just that. In the heat of this quiet desert, he carefully separated and twisted her hair until everything was neatly in place.

She truly was like the Sleeping Beauty of his cursed fairytale, the only good thing about it, the blessing that offset his curse. Lifting her hand to lips for a kiss, he gently mumbled against her warm skin, “Love ya, helpless princess.”

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[fairylibe]

where i’m meant to be.

1312 words. fluff. features: elbert greetia × gn! reader, alfons sylvatica, roger barel, victor (minor).

꒰ summary ꒱ elbert returns to crown castle after a week-long mission on a cruise, and all he wants is to be with you.

“the cruise is a round trip, but once you board, you will be on for the next week.”

elbert quietly listened to victor list the details of the mission he, alfons, and roger were assigned to go to, as though he were reading through a list of bullet points on a document.

“your mission is to confirm the illicit drug activities that have been reported there, and pass judgment as necessary.” with that, victor gave the three men before him a smile that was genuine, and yet somehow elusive in nature. “may you give into the darkness of your wicked hearts.”

when they exited the room, alfons let out a sigh, his lips curling into a small, wry smile. “it would seem you and i have a penchant for getting missions out in the sea.”

elbert closed his eyes, opting not to say much in response.

roger, seeing elbert’s solemn expression and the way he stayed silent, narrowed his eyes. “by the looks, you’ve got less than pleasant experiences on a ship.”

“…it’s fine. it’s just my first experience on a ship was…” elbert paused, searching for the right word to use.

before he could pin down such a word, though, alfons finished his statement. “it was so hapless, all we can do is laugh heartily when we think back on it. enough of that, though, we must prepare for this lovely cruise trip.”

“lovely, huh…”

elbert closed his eyes, ruminating on that single word alfons had uttered in sarcastic passing.

the trip would have been more “lovely,” even when they were boarding the cruise for a mission, if (y/n) was there by his side.

on the cruise, the full moon, serenely still in the sky, only observed the crimson happenings below.

“w-who are you guys?!”

when roger opened the door (by kicking it down, as “knocking wouldn’t have gotten them to open the door like that”) to a certain room hidden in the vip sector, 

alfons followed roger inside, releasing a dramatic sigh. “must you make such a violent show? i was hardly aware you did not know something very handy called a doorknob exists.”

“haha, well, politeness isn’t exactly in my dictionary when we’re dealing with bastards like these.” his glasses seemed to gleam slightly as he turned toward the group, who had all stood up from their seats by now, frozen on the spot with some pointing guns toward the crown members’ general direction, but fully prepared to book it. “besides, if you called that violent, god knows what you’d call the scene that’s about to unfold here.”

“i can only pray this doesn’t turn into a bloody mess, but more times than not, prayers are only empty words.”

when roger handled the right side and alfons the left, elbert swiftly navigated through the chaos of the crowd, pinning his ocean-blue eyes on the target — a man in an eyepatch and a scar across his cheek.

amid the chaos, he was sneaking away toward what elbert presumed was the exit.

“don’t run away.” elbert’s voice was soft, yet deep and firm at the same time.

the man jumped and turned around before he stood there, his one visible eye widening, as though enraptured at seeing something new and refreshing for the first time. it was an expression elbert detested, and yet had unfortunately grown accustomed to from his time living in the greetia manor.

please… look at me with any other eyes but those.

finally, as though the effects of a spell elbert had unconsciously casted was ebbing away, the man turned around once again to run.

“only those with no brain would stay here of their own will!”

he closed his eyes, murmured a small “i see…” and then stepped forward himself, his toes touching the man’s shadow.

only when screams and cries broke out from the room did the haunting silence fall.

a week had at last passed, and elbert was very much looking forward to return back to crown castle… of course, he couldn’t say he was the most fond of being out in the sea in general (although he favored the sight of it), and not only that…

“…to think a large whale had come out of the water, soaking elbie from the top of his head to the tips of his toes! the woe, indeed.” alfons made a dramatic show of crying.

“you got soaked from head to toe, too, al,” elbert pointed out, a small smile on his face.

“that is very true — i must applaud your proficient deduction skills.”

“you two better take a shower,” roger said, his voice laced with worry, “unless you’re looking to get sick.”

“i would very much not mind getting sick; would that not mean less physical labor?”

more than the stress of the mission, though, there was one person he so dearly missed. someone he needed to see.

right this moment.

“…i will be retiring to my room.” elbert nodded his head as a parting gesture before he turned on his heels.

there, when he opened the door, he saw (y/n) lying in a fetal position on his bed, their eyes closed and chest moving up and down rhythmically; they were fast asleep. elbert slowly approached the bed, as though he were walking toward a treasure.

“(y/n)…” his voice came out in an almost hoarse whisper. it felt as though he hadn’t said their name in years, so he repeated it over and over again, like a broken record. “(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)…”

he wanted to engrave the sound of their name on his lips within him, and he wanted to whisper it over and over.

seeing them sound asleep like this, they looked just like a statue of a deity, and drawn to them, he leaned in to plant a kiss on their forehead, their skin feeling warm against his lips.

“mn…”

it was then they stirred, their closed eyes twitching, but seemingly not awake yet.

“…i have returned, (y/n).”

his voice was soft as he watched their eyes flutter open, the color still cloudy from lethargy.

“lord elbert…?”

how he loved the way their lips sounded his name out in a drowsy whisper.

(y/n) slowly sat up, rubbing their eyes. the entire time, elbert was drawn to their slow movements, his deep ocean blue eyes reflecting them, and only them.

“i missed you,” elbert said, “a week was too long… much too long.”

even a day is too long.

(y/n) slowly reached out toward elbert’s cheek, their fingertips hesitant as they brushed against his porcelain skin. it was as though they were checking to see if he was real.

but then their eyes widened.

“wh—you’re soaking wet!”

“yes… it happened during the mission.”

“are you not cold? i can bring a towel.”

elbert shook his head.

“i want you,” he stated, his voice seeming to deepen a notch, “just you.”

(y/n)’s cheeks seemed to darken, and elbert couldn’t help but smile fondly at that.

“i-if that is enough, then…”

(y/n) wrapped their arms around elbert, pulling him into their chest. being filled with the warmth of the embrace, he closed his eyes, burying his face in their chest, taking in their scent, the shape of their body... everything.

until i drown in you.

(y/n)’s fingers made their way to elbert’s hair, combing through his wet, blond locks.

it was silent, but it was a comforting silence.

“…welcome home, lord elbert.”

to hear their whisper was like a dream — one he never wanted to end. if only the night could stay eternal, the moon stuck at its peak in the dark sky that was spotted with flickering crystals.

“mn.” elbert smiled, albeit unbeknownst to (y/n), “i’m back, (y/n).”

back home, in the place he was meant to be.

fin.

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[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Mean Kiss

Characters: Jude Jazza x reader/mc

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff (if you squint)

Rating: pg13 (?)

Length: ~400 words

Warnings: mentions of violence (not active), mentions of blood/injury, jude being jude, established relationship (and bickering), brief name-calling from both sides (re: bickering) + the usual ikevil crimes (as per queen's orders)

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After returning to our side of palace, Jude rambles on about how I could've gotten killed, about how I'd carelessly been kidnapped, and all the dangers I'd put myself in this past mission. You'd think we were married, the way he's scolding me.

As he comes closer, all up in my face, cigarette dangling on his lips, I grin smugly, further irritating him.

"The hell ya makin' that face for, princess?" Jude sneers.

"You talk too much," I retort.

"Oughta have yer ass pay me back for all 'a this. Tch, so annoying," he groans, running a hand through his hair as he takes another drag, exhaling as he tries to calm himself down.

"Hey Jude?" I start.

"What?" He asks, an edge to his voice as he comes closer again, amethyst eyes inspecting my body for any further damage. "Speak up, I can't hear you," he teases, done with his ogling.

"Would you just shut the fuck up-"

"Listen here you little-"

"-and kiss me already?"

"Hah?" Jude's eyes widen, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes then narrow, looking at me smugly. "Always knew you were a little harlot."

"Only for you, Jude." I grin, legs dangling off the corner of the infirmary table, hands slowly letting go of their grip on it. "Now are you gonna kiss me or not?"

"Why should I?" Jude retorts, but still moves in closer anyway.

"You gonna make me actually have to pay you or something? So stingy."

"Princess," he warns.

"Jude."

"Masochist."

"Sadist."

Jude laughs, leaning in with an expression so minutely different, you'd have to squint to see the way it softens when he looks at me. But I can tell, I can always tell.

"Damn right I am. An' don't you forget it."

He pulls me close into a brusing kiss at last, tasting like the cigarette that had just been on his lips, and the dried blood still on mine. Just as bitter as our cursed love will always be, even amid the sweeter moments. But I wouldn't have it any other way, even when the time comes when we're inevitably dragged to hell together.

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Moon Garden

Summary: She must’ve sensed how agitated he was because he felt her hand slowly grasp his. Interlocking their fingers she brought his hand to her lips for a kiss and then held it against her chest, not letting go of him.

This is Part 2. Please read Part 1 here. WC: 2,807 ┃Pronouns: She/Her ┃ SWF ┃Modern AU ┃Suggestive┃Fluff┃ Relationship Progression┃Suggestive Dividers: @/natimiles

She felt the sandy earth shift beneath her feet as Jude roughly guided her by hand from the car, the fabric of the blindfold started feeling itchy because she wanted to know where they were, but she was obedient and left it on. Using her other senses she tried to discern clues from the surrounding environment, but there were no other scents or sounds to provide the details she sought besides the fresh desert air at dusk time. Thinking back to their road trip into the city a few days ago and what led up to this moment, she was perplexed as to what Jude was up to……

After arriving to the hotel Jude had booked in order to freshen up for the business meeting, he had left her behind to sleep in the large suite since her body was still clearly exhausted from relentlessly pushing herself to stay awake. When she woke up she found that Jude had confiscated all of her electronic devices…..

“Don’t bother lookin’ for your shit ‘cuz it’s with me. Call concierge if ya need somethin ‘n drink up. Be back by two. Be ready.”

Sitting down on the bed she felt dejected because she made him worry about her again instead of helping him, and now she couldn’t even be of use to him at the meeting. Letting out a sigh she takes a sip of the water he left her, and almost spewed it out of her mouth the moment she realized it was already 1:30 pm. Jumping to her feet she ran to take a quick shower, and after a few moments she returned to the main room to dress, unaware that he had already returned. Looking at the large clock on the wall she sighed in relief that she still had about 10 minutes before he returned.

“Thought I told ya to be ready by two?”

“Ahh!” she screamed. Whipping around she found him in the recliner that was situated in the corner of the room with a black glossy bag sitting next to his feet.

“Jude?! Don’t do that! And I still have a few minutes…”

He walked over to her leaving the bag behind, staring at the water droplets gliding down her skin like glistening jewels on her body. She was so beautiful that he wanted to devour her then and there, but due to time constraints he refrained. Still, he wasn’t satisfied with just leaving her alone, so he decided to tease her a little. Backing her up against the wall with no where to turn, he propped one arm above her head and slowly dragged a single fingertip with his free hand against her exposed leg, provocatively slipping it just beneath the edge of her towel.

Staring into his eyes her body quivered as his finger slowly made it’s way up her outer thigh, and as he closed the distance between them, she caught a glimpse of his slightly exposed collar bone which tempted her to kiss it.

“…..”

His nose touched hers as he taunted her with the expectation of ravished by a kiss.

“My, my what a naughty princess. Look at ya, ready to be eaten. But I told ya to be ready by -”

Ding. “Not tonight.”

Jude was cut off by an alert from his watch and after he read the notification banner from the unknown number his face skewed into a scowl.

“Tch. Dammit…..waste of time.”

Jude withdrew from her now in a soured mood, and gathering the black glossy bag from the floor he left the suite.

“Hey, Jude! What the hell? What’s wrong?” She called after him. but he didn’t respond, so she quickly changed and ran downstairs to meet him at check out. What did he mean by that? Did the meeting go wrong because I wasn’t there to assist? Did the deal fall through?

However, those questions were soon replaced with another one as Jude hopped into the driver’s seat of the polished, black convertible they’d been driving around while overseas.

“Where’s Ellis?”

“Had him take a rental to run some errands. Get in.”

Jude wasn’t in the mood to answer questions and she didn’t want to add to his burden more than she already had, so she slid into the passenger’s seat and they sped out of the valet area to return to the desert house he was adamant they stayed at. Smoking cigarette after cigarette in disappointed silence, he clicked his tongue every now and then when he felt like he was reaching his wits end. She must’ve sensed how agitated he was because he felt her hand slowly grasp his. Interlocking their fingers she brought his hand to her lips for a kiss and then held it against her chest, not letting go of him.

Knowing it’s difficult for him to express himself or that he can find it troublesome to explain things, this was her way of telling him not to forget that she was there for him no matter what. Watching her look at the rocky landscape zooming past them, he rubbed her hand with his thumb to let her know that he got her message. Seeing her smile in response settled his nerves a bit, and they enjoyed the rest of the drive talking about the success of the business deal, and playing a ridiculous word game that he now hated with a passion.

However, even after they returned to the rental house, Jude refused to return her phone, watch and tablet as an extension of her punishment for overworking herself. In addition, she was not allowed to go for a drive or leave the immediate property, which only frustrated her when she noticed Ellis come and go several times a day at Jude’s orders.

“Ellis, do you need any help? I can go with-”

“No, thanks. Best stay here like Jude said.”

“What’s going on with him anyway?” Ellis’ face became dejected and she discerned that Jude had most likely forbade him to say anything. Knowing this was a bit below the belt, she told Ellis that it’d make her very happy if he told her what was going on. Ellis hesitated deeply before the desire of making her happy won out.

“Well, it wasn’t the right-”

“ELLIS!” Jude walked into the room and interrupted him before he could spill the truth.

“Shuddup ‘n send out the memo about our trade deal.”

“Right.” Ellis quickly left the two of them alone. Jude turned his attention to her and it was clear that he was still mood was on edge again. He tossed the black glossy bag he had with himself the other day in the hotel over to her.

“We’re leavin’. Ya got five minutes, princess.”

Turning his back on her he left to start the car. When she peered into the bag her pupils widened when she saw it contained an identical outfit to the one he was currently wearing - a black, loose-fitting, boyfriend-style shirt, and stone-colored shorts. She didn’t understand why he was so on edge or why she was to wear a matching outfit, but she quickly dressed and ran out to meet him in the car.

Once inside the car he tossed out a cigarette butt and pulled a long black sash out from his shirt pocket, “Turn ‘round.”

“……What?!”

Getting annoyed he spun her around tied the sash around her eyes without explanation.

“Wh- hey! I can’t see Jude.” He snickered at her as he started pulling out of the garage, “That’s the point, idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot! Where are we going?”

“Find out soon ‘nuff, won’t ya? What, ‘fraid I’m takin’ ya out to the desert to hack ya up and leave ya to the birds?”

“That’s- No, of course not!”

He could tell that he took his joke too far, so he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and chuckled at her indignant cute face, “Then shuddup ‘n behave for me princess.”

His gentle touch put her at ease and a short time later they had reached their destination. She felt the sandy earth shift beneath her feet as Jude roughly guided her by hand from the car, the fabric of the blindfold started feeling itchy because she wanted to know where they were, but she was obedient and left it on. Using her other senses she tried to discern clues from the surrounding environment, but there were no other scents or sounds to provide the details she sought besides the fresh desert air at dusk time.

After a few minutes they stopped walking and Jude hesitated before he walked behind her and removed the blindfold revealing the most unexpected scene - it was a large open-aired glamping site. There was a huge bell tent that was fully furnished, a wooden outside shower, a hot tub and many other amenities. It was incredibly chic, and to find a place like this out in the middle of no where, she was stunned to silence. Jude watched her reaction closely for a moment before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him as they started walking towards the tent.

“That nutcase almost ruined months of plannin’. ”

“Ellis? But, why did you have to -”

Jude whipped around the back of the tent and quickly released her with a swing. She stumbled forward and was met with the most beautiful sight. There was a large bed in the middle of a patio that was surrounded by all manner of night-time botanical blooms, but the most unique of these were these plants she saw with elongated leaves and bulbous pods on them. There were dozens of them, some potted, some growing naturally from the surrounding ground, others towering high upon trellises.

“Queen of the Night.”

“What?” she turned to him and waited for further explanation. Jude took a breath while shoving his hands in his pocket to grab his cigarettes, his nerves were finally coming to the fore.

“They’re called ‘Queen of the Night’.”

“Oh, these?” She walked up to them and upon looking closer she noticed that some of them were starting to bloom.

“They only bloom once at night in the summer usually for only a few hours. All the flowers here are night blooms…..it’s a….moon garden.”

He watched her gentle touch the leaves of each plant like she was thanking it for it’s beauty, but she was the beautiful one. She was the heart the filled the rotted cavity in his chest.

“The business deal just so happened to coincide with the season they bloom, ‘n while I took brought ya on the trip for business…I wanted to show ya how I….”

He ruffled his hair as he took a few steps closer to her, he knew that she was listening, but didn’t face him because it would be easier for him to expel his feelings. Still, it was difficult.

“That’s why you wanted to stay out here? Because it’s closer to the moon garden?” she asked to help him explain more easily. As usual, she was quick to pick up on things.

“Owner of the house we’ve been crashin’ at owns this place ‘n they can only give us a window of a few hours when they bloom. If we stayed in the city, it’d be too big of a drive to make it out here in time, wouldn’t it?”

“So, that’s why you wanted me to be ready to leave at the hotel the other day….then that message you got on your phone was to let you know that they weren’t blooming that night?”

“That’s right, ‘n I kept ya on the property so ya didn’t drive around ‘n find this place.”

Little by little, the pieces fell into place, and she guessed he probably kept her phone and things so she would look up local tourist attractions. The pods slowly opened more and more gradually revealing white petals, the scent from the other flowering plants filled the air as she continued to look around.

“Why did you want me to see these so badly, Jude?”

Why? How can I even begin to answer that?

“Ya weren’t meant to live in the festerin’ shadows of Crown or in the darkness of my life….but ya willingly chose to live in ‘em. You’re not wicked, cruel or merciless, and yet under the claws of night, ya bloom like this flower….and still remain clean ‘n unblemished….I wanted to show ya what ya reminded me of….that’s the real reason…”

A full glowing moon shed it’s silvery blessing over the two of them and the rare blossoms of these flowers called Queen of the Night, finally graced them with their beauty. The light of the moon pranced among them and the ethereal garden seemed to glow just for him and her. Jude had gone silent, and so she turned around to find him in the middle of an awkward position that sort of looked like squatting. She stifled a chuckle and, “What are you doing?”

Scowling at her he straightened himself up, walked over to her and then smirked.

“Gotta good laugh, yeah?”

Falling onto the ground her jerked her down with him onto his lap like a demon dragging the angel he fell in love with into hell with him.

“Hey, there’s a perfectly good bed right th-”

“Shuddup.” He shifted her on his lap to face him and he pulled her head to his and rested against it. She walked into his life and messed him up, leaving behind pieces of her light in the dank mire that he was sinking into, something he’d been envious of other people having for a long while now. Many times she extended her hand to him and he rejected it, but finally he threw in the towel and grabbed hold of the tip of her angelic wings, welcoming her into his madness.

“Till your bone ‘n dust, you’re mine. So -”

He stared into her eyes an gently gripped her neck, running his thumb down the mid-line of her throat.

“……….ARGH….shit!”

She pecked his lips and smiled, “I love you, too.”

“That’s not what I’m tryna say.”

Not one to be defeated he yanked her even closer to him and glared, “I’m askin’ ya to marry me, dammit!”

The entire world was silent. She made no reply and just stared at him dumbfounded. He knew it was crazy, binding himself to her in a promise he’d never be able to keep, but he’s never going to give her up, not unless he’s dead. Still, her pause was making his anxiety spike. There’s no reason to refuse. She can’t. He wouldn’t allow it, but he still wanted her to accept him willingly. She was his relief and peace, and the only who could keep up with him. He didn’t want to live in a world that existed with out her now.

A single tear fell down her cheek and he immediately wiped it away, the same hands that shed so much blood was able to caress and comfort her gently.

“Hey, princess…-”

“Yes.”

“What?” Not sure he heard her correctly he stared in search for those words again. She licked her lips and swallowed before she replied again, this time more clearly than the first time.

“Jude….yes, I’ll marry you.”

Her tears didn’t stop, but they didn’t need to. These tears were exactly the kind he wanted to see pour from her. Relief and satisfaction cascaded over him. He'd been so tense while planning this, wasn't sure he'd get to show her this rare sight, nor even properly say what he wanted, but regardless he was going to ask her to marry him anyway. He pulled her into a tight hug, and after a few moments he placed a gorgeous ring on her finger.

A large, pear-shaped amethyst nestled between briar thorns and roses decorated her finger, it was the same shade as his eyes, and out of sheer joy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Now she understood everything and just how much he loved her. Their tongues teased and tickled each other as their hunger for each other could no longer be abated. Crawling atop the bed with out detaching from each other, they stripped themselves bare of their matching outfits and poured into each other underneath clusters of stars that witnessed their love bloom in the darkness like the Queen of the Night.

Don’t worry lil’ bird. I’ll show you heaven before I plunge to hell.

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Standing together with Jude on a bridge overlooking a river, you both take a break from the long day of business meetings and collections work he had scheduled. Ellis was on an assignment with the other Crown members, so you offered to assist Jude with his work, and since he was more busy than usual lately, your heart swelled with joy and contentment. Even so, the sting of the late afternoon sun beat down on your head interrupting your rosy though. When you see a gelato shop at the corner of a plaza near the end of the bridge your eyes widened at it, but you choose to stay silent since you don't want to be a bother to Jude.

Noticing your silent reaction, Jude rolls his eyes with a small sigh and tells you, “Wait, right here and don't talk to anyone.”

He throws his coat over your head, and you assume it's to hide your face from any of his potential enemies while he's gone. Realizing that he picked up on your desires and didn't want any harm to befall you while he was away, you bite your bottom lip with a smile because you know just how much Jude loves you. Prickly and cruel, he often struggles to admit and voice his feelings towards you, but it something he is slowly trying to change. Still, a part of you likes this kind of Jude, the one whose affection, kindness and compassion is exhibited through his actions. Enveloped in his smoky sandalwood scent you ponder over how much you love him for who he is, and you cherish these scarce moments.

“Here,” he shoves the gelato up to your face and removes his jacket from around you, interrupting your thoughts.

“Gotcha peach this time 'round since ya kept wantin' a bite of mine last time.”

You take the cone of gelato and it's sweet citrus scent tickles your nose when you bring it to your lips for a bite. It was just the ticket. The heavenly taste cascades and melts across your tongue, instantly relieving th fatigue from the heat of the day.

“Mmmm.... thanks Jude. What kind of flavor did you get this time?”

Looking over at Jude you see him lapping up the pinkish gelato that was rapidly melting due to the heat. Immediately, you wondered what Jude's tongue tasted like with gelato covered on it, and your breath hitched at the thought. Still slurping on his dessert Jude's gaze catches yours, and you immediately avert your eyes clearing your throat.

“Ha, it's raspberry you naughty princess,” he licks his thin lips of the sticky residue, leans toward you and asks tauntingly, “Wanna taste?”

“No, thank you. I have my own to eat,” you say coyly turning your attention back to your own treat.

“Fine job you're doin' with that. Look at ya. It's meltin' everywhere because ya can't keep your indecent thoughts in check, can ya?”

A welcome breeze blew past you both as you stare your lover in his beautiful gem-like eyes that hold a smoldering heat in them. You swallow before you attempt to confess that he was right, but before you could open your mouth, his tongue was already licking up the melted gelato in your hand, and more shocking than anything was that his warm tongue slid it's way down to lick your fingers. Tingles stimulated your core and you draw in a small, sharp breath. His lips curl into a sadistic smile.

“Ha, I knew it. C'mere princess.”

He entwines his fingers with your free hand twirling you into him, your back up against the wall of the bridge with the river behind you. The sudden movement made you drop your gelato, but before you could even feel a moment of disappointment, Jude offers his to you in a whisper, “Lick it.” His body was almost completely pressed into yours, the fingers of his left hand locked with your right, his knee was pinned between your legs, and the tips of your noses were just lightly touching each other.

“Ya wanna think naughty things in public, then ya should be prepared to do 'em in public, huh?”

His breath was laced with the sweet fragance of the cold treat and it made you want to catch a taste of his tongue even more. The heat of the day seemed to be making your blood boil with sweet lust, but you know he is just teaching you a lesson by teasing you like this, until you feel his thumb gently caress your hand. A shiver runs down your spine beckoning you to tell him what you really wanted from him.

“I - I was wondering if the gelato would be sweeter if I licked it from your tongue.” Watching your cheeks flush red for admitting such a wanton thought, he smugly smiles at you.

“That so? Then let's put it to the test. Lick it.”

Staring at him you knew he meant what he said, and there was no way to escape in your current position, so you licked the gelato he held up to your mouth, the tartness lingering on your palate. Amethyst eyes traced your every movement as your tongue dug into the the cream, and your lips pressed into it. Jude took his turn, licked up a scoop with his tongue, dropped his cone and shoved it into your mouth with his tongue.

The cold sensation blanketing your mouth is soon makes it's way down your throat, while Jude's aggressive tongue wraps and twists with yours. Gradually, the cold kiss your shared warms up and you both swallow the last remnants of the creamy dessert, completely forgetting that you're in public. He spins you around to face the river and entwines his fingers again on your one hand, picks up the hand you held your gelato with and licks your fingers, one by one, cleaning them as much as he could from the stickiness. Your core heated deeply inside and a small moan escapes your lips, making him scoff.

“How lewd. So, was it any sweeter?” He finally stopped licking your fingers and then bit your ear lobe trying to illicit another reaction from your body, but you were able to suppress it this time.

“More than I thought it'd be. You? Was it sweeter for you too, Jude?”

These moments – ones in which you both didn't have to fight for your lives and could act freely as lovers – they were rare. Guilt often washed over Jude for loving the determined look in your eyes so much that he couldn't give you up, that he would vow his eternity to you and plunge you into a darkness that seemed greater than the moon's shadow. But, there was no helping it, there was no way he could let this beautiful light that wanted to dance around him like a pure fairy of her own volition to escape now. Therefore, these moments were all the more precious, just as precious as your life was to him.

Resting his head on your shoulder as his mind grew plagued by these thoughts, he clenched your linked hands even tighter, not being able to help loving their softness as he stroked them with his thumb. Staring at them your fingers and his he notices the difference in size and appearance. His were etched with small scars from his line of work and his past, but yours were almost ethereal to him. You were unequivocally opposite of him – he was sharp, cruel, aggressive, merciless and filthy – but you were soft, illustrious, kindhearted, understanding, and pure. It was annoying as hell that he out of all people would be worried about such things now, but that just means that he'd -

“Jude? Are you alright?” Not aware that you were interrupting his ruminations you turn your head slightly to make sure he was alright, but your concerns were flushed away when he opened his mouth.

“Yea, yea. Quit yer yappin'.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder looking out to the river, and with his long fingers interlaced with yours, he wraps his arms around you and whispers, “Was sweet. Sickeningly so, Princess.”

A gentle kiss fall onto your temple lulling you to close your eyes and cherish this rare quiet moment. Allowing the love of your sadistic fairy to coat you like the sticky gelato still coating both his and your fingers, you watch the river together under the blazing sun. Unbeknownst to the other, you both silently renew your promise to each other - to be together like this for as long as your eternity can last.

“Dammit, now we need a bath,” he grumbled.

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Should Be

Teeny Jude drabble. Enjoy ♡︎ WC: 192 ┃Cuddling ┃Fluff┃Jude POV CW: None Pairing: Jude Jazza x Reader Pronouns: You Dividers: @/natimiles

In the early hours of the morning, Jude trudges through the door of his chambers covered in blood and smelling of coppery sweat. He stands at the foot of the bed for a moment and watches you sleep as your chest slowly rises and falls, and a sense of relief floods him because you’re exactly where you should be.

After bathing he cautiously sinks down into the bed next to you trying to avoid your waking up. Still, a corner of him deep inside secretly wishes you would wake up, so you’d greet with him with a blissful kiss. Pushing that vain wish aside he curls up next to you. Nimbly kissing the back of your neck, he buries himself as closely as he can to your warmth like a kitten wanting to be cuddled.

Wrapping his arms slowly around your waist, he pulls you even closer to him, inhaling your comforting scent, quietly drifting off as he listens to your breathing. Exactly where I should be. Shrouded in your peace, Jude is lulled to sleep as he feeds on hazy glimpses of the cute and frustrated expression he plans to tease out of you tomorrow.

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Erupt

A tiny drabble featuring Jude's carrying you "style" based on his recent 95k bonus story from the recent IkeVil S-Rank SE. WC: 413 ┃Carrying you ┃Tension┃Fluff CW: None Pairing: Jude Jazza x Reader Pronouns: You Dividers: @/natimiles

In the coolness of a misty evening, Jude and Ellis marched their way back towards the carriage from a mission, only the sounds of their heels could be heard against the pavement, which prompted Jude’s ears to prick up at the lack of a third set of steps that should’ve been next to them. Turning around he saw you slowly walking in the distance almost at a snail’s pace. Exhaling his cigarette’s final smoke, he made his way to you, and after a few strides his icy amethyst eyes met yours with roll in annoyance, but you ignore it and attempt to gloss over the pain you’re enduring.

That night the mission had been at a banquet, and just by looking at your feet, he surmised that you must’ve injured yourself while trying to keep up with them as they chased down the culprit. Without a word he turns his back towards you and kneels on the ground waiting in silence.

“Whadda ya waitin’ for? Get on, idiot.”

“Me?” You point at yourself in disbelief at what you’d just heard.

“Are ya daft? Just who else am I speakin’ too ya half-wit.”

“Uh, well….if you’re sure.”

You carefully climb onto his back feeling suffocated by the awkwardness of your body clinging so closely to his. Sensing his hands slide around your legs to grasp you, you bury your head into his shoulder out of sheer embarrassment. The air felt heavy and tense as other feelings unexpectedly bore sparks inside your core. Swallowing hard in hopes it would extinguish the flickering heat, you let out a shaky breath that tickles Jude’s ear.

“Oy, don’t breathe on me!”

“Sorry.”

Jude’s ear tingled at the heat of your breath, painting it a pinkish hue. He too was already feeling an uncomfortable tension as the heat that from your lower half pressed itself into his back, so he cleared his throat in an attempt to rid himself of unnecessary thoughts, and warned you not to squirm unless you wanted him to drop you on the pavement.

Holding onto him tighter in fear of him making good on his promise you nod, “Understood.”

Both of you remained silent as he carried you piggy-back to the carriage. Had it not been for the cool mistiness of the evening, the heat of both of your suppressed desires may have erupted, but that left you wondering, would it be so bad if they did erupt?

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A Briar Dream - Chapitre Deux

Please Note: This is a series. Please read Chapitre Un first. WC: 1,782 CW: Brief mentions of assault and torture Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Series, Love Bites, Kissing, Tending to wounds, First morning together. Pronouns: She/Her Pronouns Summary: He noticed the strap of her nightgown had slipped from her shoulder, and before placing it back in its proper place, he leaned over he gently bit it. “You’re nothin' but a pain in the ass, ya know that?”.....“That's right, lil' lady. I need specimens for my experiment. See you later.”.......Spiteful and to the point, at least that's how it seemed on the surface, but knowing Jude, he likely wanted her to rest at the castle safely. Dividers: @/natimiles

In the first breath of morning, a pair of warmly woven bodies could be found buried under layers of sheets. Jude's body stirred first as it was accustomed to waking up long before the dawn ever broke. Slowly opening his eyelids, his sight gradually adjusted to the darkness, which finally brought her into his view. He blinked for a moment, recalling the previous night's events, and exhaled in relief that she was safe - for now. Her sweet scent continued to pervade him and the comfortable atmosphere start to lull him once again. This was when a new feeling was born within him – reluctance.

He never had an issue springing from bed no matter how worn out his mind and body were, but for the first time in his life he wanted to linger in this moment and never surrender it. He wrapped his long arms around her waist and pulled her in closer to his body, nuzzling himself into the back of her hair. However, he was soon fighting within himself at how ridiculous he was acting for wanting to stay in bed with her. The fact that his resolve to leave for work had weakened for just a moment caused a wicked grin to creep on his face.

“You'll pay for makin’ me feel like this princess,” he whispered as he kissed the back of her head. After which, he removed the hair covering her neck so he could check the bruising. The violent bruising was now mixed with numerous marks of his love bites from last night; he was disgusted at himself for almost failing to protect her, so he did what he could to carve out that bastard’s marks he left behind. But Jude knew that could only do so much because the mind scars differently from the flesh. Still, she would face worse dangers in the future for being with him, and she accepted it wholeheartedly. So, he promised her something other than, “I’ll always protect you,” though he'd do his best to do so.

“Anyone who touches you, I’ll torture the bastards so slowly that they’ll wish I was strippin' their flesh from their bones instead.”

The back of his forefinger stroked her cheek, and after lighting a lamp, Jude crossed the room towards a desk that held all sorts of medicines, salves, and bandages - things that had become a staple in his life - and now will become one in hers too. He hated that thought so much that he slammed the desk drawer shut to vent his feelings, but this was now her life and there was no way she'd ever escape from him. Her option to be free to live in peace and happiness was gone, but just as that self-righteous Earl is always going on about being honest about one’s desires, Jude decided he was going to be honest with his and keep her by his side. Nothing was going to prevent him from dragging her along for the rest of their lives, no matter how disdainful, bleak or sinful his actions would be. He wanted to be with her, to see how far she could grow, to watch her light move him in ways he never thought possible, and to see those eyes overflow with determination and fearlessness.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he skillfully rubbed the salve on her neck, carefully dressed it with bandages, and then got dressed himself. Strapping on his sword, he started walking for the bedroom door, and that's when another feeling that had been absent in his heart was born – apprehension.

Will you be all right waking up by yourself after you were attacked last night? Would it be so bad to just wait another hour….but what if she doesn’t wake up then?

“Tch, this is stupid,” he says while turning back towards the bed.

He noticed the strap of her nightgown had slipped from her shoulder, and before placing it back in its proper place, he leaned over he gently bit it. “You’re nothin' but a pain in the ass, ya know that?”

“Nnng-Jude?” she groggily called out his name and when Jude saw her smiling happily at him, he pinched her cheek and told her to keep her voice down.

“Nnn….oouch.” Jude snickered at her and then soothed the pinched area with his thumb. Pretty cute when she whines in pain. Ha, I’m gonna make ya cry out more than that just ya wait. Watching her lean her cheek into his palm with a slightly provocative look on her face, Jude commanded her, “Back to bed princess.”

“Work....hard”, she mumbled.

There were many things that he expected you to say to him, but “work hard”, was not one of them. He had half expected her to ask him to stay with her since she was still probably still shaken up from last night, but that’s just who she was - someone who was as resilient as she is bold.

“Just who do ya think you’re talking to? 'Course, I will.”

Jude gently scoffed at her with a sweet smile when she quickly shot up up on her knees, swung her arms around his neck, and kissed him goodbye. Jude was taken by surprise, but the small current of electricity from her soft lips urged his hand to trace the small of her back and return a sweet kiss. The tips of their tongues tickled and teased at the each other for a few moments longer, filling the dimly lit room with sounds of intimate morning greetings, as it would be for many days to come…….

Later that morning she joined the other members of Crown for a lively breakfast, greeting them with an even brighter smile than usual. Everything was as it should be and as every one chatted, she learned that not only had Jude almost kicked Liam’s head in with his foot while hurling abuses at him for putting her in danger, he also threatened William for assisting Liam, and demanded restitution from them both before he left the castle that morning.

Naturally, both men gladly offered to pay Jude for the trouble, Liam with the most regretful countenance, and William with a most unaffected one. Apparently, Jude was so angry that he grabbed William by the collar, which shocked almost everyone who walked in on the scene, but no one dared to intervene.

Alfons laughed as the recounted the entertaining memory to her, “Ahaha, guess how much Liam has to pay Jude?! Up to half of his earnings from both Crown and La Scala for the next six months! And our dear king of Crown has to invest in Jude's business for the next half year as well!”

“It's not very nice of Jude to threaten someone like that......but I can understand his anger.....when something beautiful is almost stolen from you," said Elbert as he finally took a bite of an apple slice that Alfons had been trying to force feed him.

Liam couldn’t take it anymore and decided to throw himself at her feet begging for forgiveness, as he explained his motive to her and berated himself at the same time for making yet another mistake. Looking at him with pity, she gently stroked his head that was laying on her lap.

“It’s….not your fault Liam. You didn’t know he’d do something like that to me, and because of you and William, Jude and I are together again, so thank you.”

Teary rose-colored eyes looked up at her as he was soothed by her words of reassurance, and although he still lamented that Jude probably hated him, the dramatic spectacle over. Although, deep down she quietly wondered if William really had no inkling at all. Roger stood up from the table and slung his gun on his back to leave, “Well, I hope you've learned your lesson. I'm off to go hunting.”

“Hunting?” she asked.

“That's right, lil' lady. I need specimens for my experiment. See you later.”

No sooner had Roger left did Victor come bursting through the door with a basket of aromatic pastries, and crescent smile on his face.

“GOOOD MORNING, my beloved cursed ones!!!! And our lovely Robin too! Now, now Liam none of that! You weren't tortured and you're still alive, so that means that Jude doesn't totally hate you. Now, eat up.”

Liam obeyed Victor with little push back, and was soon back to his whimsical self as he munched on the buttery scones given to him. Asking one of the maids in her elementary version of sign language, she received a copy of the newspaper and began to scan over the financial section. She thought that it would be best to become more knowledgeable about the trends of the market now that she would be working more closely with Jude. Unable to make any sense of it, she gave up and decided to should study up on business first prior trying to understand foreign jargon. Turning her attention to the front page she began to peruse it. After studying her for a bit, William asked if there was anything of interest printed on it, so skimming the front page a little more quickly.

“Hmm, I don't think so. Let's see....there's reconstruction taking place at a nearby park........the amount of stray dogs in London are recently at an all time low.......Hmm. Oh! I almost missed this, “Soon to Open: Deux's Emporia – A Collection of Curiosities, Baubles, and Wonders from Around the World.”

“How exciting! When does it open? We should take a field trip, and then go shopping at Harrods!” Victor's eyes were shining, but soon lost their luster, “Ah, well. That shall have to wait I'm afraid.” He takes a small note card from his breast pocket and gives it to her, and after recognizing Jude's script she quickly read’s it.

“Was late to work ‘cause of ya, Princess. There's a pile of contract renewals that need to be retyped. Start with those, ‘n don't even think ‘bout leavin’ the castle for the time bein’, ‘specially without a Crown member. - Your Beloved Jude Jazza.”

Spiteful and to the point, at least that's how it seemed on the surface, but knowing Jude, he likely wanted her to rest at the castle safely. Although, the contracts are probably payback for delaying him this morning, they're also probably meant to help keep her mind busy. She let out a slight sigh and replied to Victor with a smile.

“It seems you're right. I'm going to be quite busy for the time being.”

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A Briar Dream - Chapitre Trois

Please Note: This is a series and while chapter 3 may not be to everyone's tastes, it is a very important chapter to this series. Please read click her for the series master list. WC: 3,543 CW: Death, Human & Animal Experimentation, Mentions Of Assault, PTSD. Tags: Angst, Trauma, Fluff, Established Relationship, Series, Kisses, Science. Pronouns: She/Her Pronouns Summary: ...suppress her urge to vomit as the chirping song of the birds began to blur in the background, and meld into the...which means there’ll a lot of sacrifices needed for this experiment in order for you to record data, make adjustments to the formula and test...The milky twilight was finally caving into the darkness of night, and the soon the moon and stars appeared above them, with small fireflies starting to glow around them in the gazebo. He slowly lifted her head and kissed her chastely on the forehead. Dividers: @/natimiles

After the noisy breakfast, she made her way to Jude’s study, which smelled of sweet and smoky sandalwood, a scent that she’d previously been pining for. It’s comforting warmth enveloped her like a blanket as she sat down at the typewriter and began to work away. A few hours later it was nearly lunch time, so with all the contracts typed up, she stretched arms and decided to take a break.

Her neck had been throbbing all morning, not so much from the bruising left by the bastard who choked her, but from Jude’s bite marks. Gently touching her neck, she closed her eyes imagining how he held her the night before, but she just as she recalled that sweet memory, flashes of her assault flitted into her mind, moving her body to bristle at the thought. It made her feel grotesque, but before her thoughts could sink into the mire any further, the grand clock in Jude’s study chimed a beautiful melody.

Drawing in a sharp breath she decided that she’d take a walk in the garden for a bit of fresh air before joining the others for lunch, she thought it would help, but while in the garden admiring a beautiful patch of snowdrops, those revolting feelings began to overwhelm her again. Quickly walking towards a large tree, she leaned against it and tried to suppress her urge to vomit as the chirping song of the birds began to blur in the background, and meld into the clamor of the performance from the night before. The heat and stench from his breath could be felt against her skin as he demanded that she entertain him. Ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous.

She reminded herself that she was with Jude Jazza, the notorious President of Raven, he had a fearless and powerful reputation, and no matter what tragedy may have struck him in his life, he overcame it, and if he could do it then so could she. She had to because being strong and resilient was necessary if she wanted to stay by his side forever. Her thoughts raced and jumbled together as she began to break into a cold sweat, but she was determined not to be defeated. She had been in other terrible situations related to Crown missions before and she overcame those terrors. I will defeat this. Breathe. Just Breathe.

“Hey,” a large hand grabbed her trembling shoulder which caused her to jump and fall backwards.

“Ahh!” Tears that she’d been holding back - that she thought had dried up from the night before -began to pour down her cheeks like a fountain.

“Woah, calm down, little lady. It's just me. What’s the matter?”

“Roger?”

He observed her condition for a moment before offering his hand to help her up. Reaching for it her trembling hand hesitated mid-air, but Roger did not rush her, he waited patiently until she finally she managed to grasp it. After he pulled her to her feet she apologized to him.

“That's alright, but you're looking a bit peaky to me. Follow me inside.”

“Are you finished hunting?”

“Finished early. The snares that I laid out already had enough specimens in them, so I didn't even need to use my gun. Haha, it was easy labor.”

Wiping her tears away on her handkerchief, Roger’s easy-going manner calmed her, and in a way it felt like Jude was standing next to her. Was it because they’d known each other for so long? In the end, it didn’t really matter as long as those memories and feelings never came back again. Upon arriving at the basement, Roger puts the sack of game on his lab table, washed his hands and began to examine her reflexes, eyes, ears, nose and throat, being careful not to overlook anything, and once he completed that he placed more salve on her neck and re-bandaged it.

“You seemed sick earlier, do you feel dizzy, short of breath or nauseous?”

“No. I was just -”

Her tongue curled up making it difficult to put into words what happened to her, and in reality, she didn’t want to relive that memory by explaining it, but since he was being considerate of her she managed to admit that she was experiencing a difficult memory when her body starting reacting the way it did.

“Of last night? I heard what happened. It’s a good thing Jude was able to reach you before it went further.”

“But isn't it pathetic? Out of all the things I've seen and heard while here at Crown - the blood that's been shed and even spattered on me - that something so trivial like that could haunt me?”

He pondered her question carefully, one wrong word could make things worse and that’s not something he wanted to be responsible for.

“Roger?”

“This field of medicine isn’t in my expertise, but either way, remember this little lady: It's not pathetic to feel the way you feel. It's okay to feel grieved and afraid about what you’ve been through, so don't bottle those feelings up. Find a healthy way to express that anger, fear or sadness and don’t let the trash that made you feel that way control you anymore. Easier said than done, but not impossible.”

She listened to him intently, locked onto every word.

“You’re here and he isn’t, and just because one scenario didn’t bother you doesn’t mean another won’t. Don’t compare apples to oranges. And since your bound to that vindictive prick for the rest of your life, maybe think of a way to deal with future situations that you’ll face, because it’s not a matter of if, but when you face them.”

She mulled over his words for a moment, and though she still felt a numb inside, his words struck her heart, “You're right, thanks Roger. Um, so am I clear otherwise?”

“A clean bill of health. You're free to go.”

Hopping off the examination table she got curious at the bag of game that Roger had brought back to the castle, and when she asked him what they were for his amber eyes lit up. Beckoning her to another part of the room he opened the doors to a large hutch that was lined with several labeled shelves. The shelves were filled with the carcasses of dead woodland animals of various stages of decay. Rabbits, squirrels, foxes, birds……and oddly enough there wasn’t any foul odor. However, it wasn’t the prettiest sight, and covering her mouth she hekd back the urge to gag, wondering how this man could be the same man whom had just examined her and given her advice.

“I've been working on a regeneration serum! Aren't I brilliant?”

What she heard shocked her ears and she’d soon forgotten all about the grotesque in front of her as she looked at him with surprise. A large proud grin painted his face.

“A regen- what?! Is that even possible?”

He chuckled, “Hah! I started 13 months ago, check the dates.”

She focused solely on the labels with the dates marked on them starting from 13 months, 9 months and so on up until one month ago. This was both amazing and maddening, how was it even possible?

“Why-”

“Just a hobby, actually I was inspired by Elbert's taxidermy collection. It’s still in the early stages, but it has to do with cellular research. The first stage consists of being able to perfectly preserve a specimen that has died without any further decomposition. For example, if I were to shoot someone dead with my shotgun, I’d immediately introduce the serum into their bodies, and then make as many surgical repairs as I could prior to rigor mortis setting in. This would keep their bodies in their current state of decomposition and eliminate the need for the embalming process.”

“If that’s the first stage, then what's the next?” Her mind was so enraptured at his crazy idea that she was no longer dwelling on the pain of last night, and Roger couldn’t help but be pleased that someone wanted to listen to his research banter.

“While the first stage ensures preservation of the corpse, the tissues still can not regenerate. So, the next stage would be to reactivate the dead cells within the body, which will allow for tissue repair, at which point two things will be needed.”

She looked at him quizzically unsure as to what he meant by that.

“Ever read Mary Shelley?”

Her eyebrows arched high in surprise, “You don’t mean……electricity? Like Frankenstein?!”

“That's right. There was a brilliant doctor by the name of William Harvey who studied the body’s circulatory system - or blood flow - and how it stems from our hearts. In order for a dead heart to pump it needs a stimulus, and I like Shelley’s idea of using electricity. If I want to reactivate dead cells, I to produce blood, and to do that I need electricity.”

“Are those the two things you said you needed?”

“Not quite. Blood and electricity go hand in hand, but even if I can channel electricity into someone and revive them, they will still be suffering from the fatal wound they died from. That’s when the next step takes place. I will introduce a second serum into the specimen immediately as a continuous current of electricity flows into their body temporarily keeping them alive and giving the tissues time to regenerate, blood volume to expand etc.”

She stared at him for a moment trying to take it all in. Preserve the corpse so it doesn’t decay, reactivate cellular production by means of blood production. Blood production requires electricity, which you get by stimulating the heart with an external electrical source, but if the person still has a fatal wound and an enormous amount of blood loss, they’d need rapid tissue regrowth, otherwise, they’d just die again. So, he’ll keep them on a continuous electrical current as he administers the second serum to the body. The second serum…..

“Roger, have you developed the second serum?” There was an edge to her voice as she asked the question she already knew the answer to.

“No, but it will be based off the first serum’s formula. Still, I won’t know how to further develop the regeneration serum until I can test it on subjects whom I’ve successfully brought back. That's why I'm testing it on animals first since it's too risky for humans.”

“Their bodies would only be able to last so long even if you use electricity to get their heart beating again, which means there’ll a lot of sacrifices needed for this experiment in order for you to record data, make adjustments to the formula and test it over and over again.”

“That’s very true, and that’s why I’ve got Jude to rely on. He’s got plenty of extra bodies slaving away for him at the coal mine or are already being played with in his lab. First and foremost, is stage one and then I can move on to developing the correct type of conduit, and voltage strength needed.”

This man, he truly was egotistical, it was like he was playing God in such a situation, and it made her shiver.

“Oi! Don't drag her into your disgustin’ experiments, ya quack!”

At the sound of Jude's verbal lashing she quickly turned around and found him finishing up his cigarette. Her heart raced because she wanted nothing more than to be held by him, but she fought back the urge because she knew he probably wouldn’t like such a thing. Even though he was sweet when he wanted to be, Jude was still Jude, and she didn’t want to annoy him with her problems. Roger closed the hutch doors and pushed the bridge of his glasses up as he continued to explain the experiment to you while ignoring Jude.

“Like I said, it’s just a hobby I picked up a while ago, but I’ve made great strides. The first seven months weren't as successful as I would've liked them to be, but starting at the eighth month, the decay slowed dramatically, and I’m confident that this new batch of critters will be the key I need to start researching phase two. Just think, if I’m successful, then no matter how many times this guy gets injured, he can just swallow down the serum and he’ll be good as new.”

“Really? I wish you the best then, Roger!”

Letting out a hearty laugh Roger asked her if she wanted to be his assistant, but before she could respond, a hard yank on her shoulder pulled her back with Jude now standing in front of her, “She doesn't have the time since she works for me and Crown, so back off ya quack.”

“Fine, fine. Since you’re here, take off your shirt and sit on the table, I’ll give you an exam since you’re here. I've got things to do too besides worry over you both.”

Before Jude could even turn to nag at his lover, she was already saying her goodbyes, and telling Jude that she had completed all the work he’d given her.

“Oi!…Tch. Dammit.”

“You idiot. If you're so worried about her all you have to do is say so, isn’t that why you returned to the castle so early in the day?”

“Shuddup, who said I’m worried?” Roger brought a cold stethoscope to Jude's bare chest causing him to shiver violently at the cold metal.

“Ya could've warmed it up, ya asshole and do ya even need to use that with that hyper-hearin’ ya have?”

“I just felt like pissing you off, and it’d be better if you listened to her when the time comes.”

“Whatta ya mean by that, huh?”

“Figure it out yourself. Now, about that spare labor at your lab......”

Jude made is way back to his study, but found it empty other than the neatly stacked contracts sitting on his desk as she said they would be. Making his way to his room he didn’t find her either, nor her room, the common room, the dining room, nor the grounds. None of the servants seemed to know where she was either. In fact, her assigned maid was nowhere to be seen, which made him assume she left the castle. I told her to stay here.

He and Ellis had a mission tonight, but he wouldn’t be able to focus if he couldn’t find her before then. Swiftly lighting a cigarette, he walked menacingly towards the entrance of the castle, as he recalled the Crown guys telling Jude that she never even showed for lunch. Which means she left immediately after I returned. Jude wasn’t stupid, he knew something was wrong with her, she avoided him after all, and he could see tear stains on her cheeks, but that apparently wasn’t due to Roger. Jude had interrogated him after all, and the only answer Roger would give him was that Jude needed to speak to her about it.

“Shit, where are ya?”

Dusk was approaching and he needed to see her before he left. He needed to know that she was safe. The only place she could possibly go is back to her tiny home in town. No. That wasn’t her home anymore, Crown is her home. He is her home now, and if she so much as dared to leave him without killing him first, then he’d hunt her down and drag her back no matter how many times she ran away. Never again would he endure a loss and be left to deal with the brunt of it’s grief alone. As he exited the front entrance, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her walking towards the castle - towards him.

Relief and anger swarmed his body all at once and tossing his cigarette down he marched up to her, grabbed her shoulders and demanded to know where she’d been.

“The hell were ya? Huh? Do ya know how-”

Ceasing his yelling he pulled her into his arms squeezing her with all his might, but she couldn’t say anything to him in return. She just allowed him to be her solace in that moment, and after a time he grabbed her chin searching her face for answers.

“I’m….sorry I made you worry, Jude. But, I need to tell you something.”

After telling her servant who was following behind her to leave he took her to the gazebo in the garden and sat her down onto his lap. She looked dejected and was at a loss for words, so he asked her, “Where were you?”

“The servant’s quarters.”

“What? What were ya doin’ in a place like that?!”

Her expression became skewed as she tried to explain what was locked in her heart, but at the same time, she didn’t want to. She wanted to run away and not burden him, she wanted to be strong and fearless, but she also didn’t want the foundation of their relationship to have cracks in it from the very beginning either. She could tell that he was livid with her, but that was simply because he cared, and his the glow of his amethyst eyes were a reminder of how much he loved her.

“Jude, please listen to what I have to say……”

Proceeding to tell him everything from start to finish, he listened intently to her, his hand tightening little by little around her waist as the tears once again flowed from her eyes. He scowled for thinking that she’d be alright with the aftermath of the events by simply keeping her in the castle to rest, and keeping her mind busy with work. The afterglow of the night before and the sweet kisses from earlier that morning can only numb pain for so long, and he was a dumb ass for thinking otherwise. This is what Roger was talking about? He knew before I did? She feels like she isn’t qualified to be my side? Should she receive treatment? What can he do for her now?

Her arms link around his neck and she buries her face in the crook of his shoulder, as she whispered a thank you to him. Out of all the things she could say to him, he didn’t believe he deserved to be thanked. He wasn’t quick enough and she was hurt because of that, his guilt festered inside of him and he regretted killing that guy too quickly.

“Thank you, for listening. I feel better now. I don’t feel as dirty anymore and I-”

“Dirty?”

He placed his hand on her head and stroked it lovingly, he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. The milky twilight was finally caving into the darkness of night, and the soon the moon and stars appeared above them, with small fireflies starting to glow around them in the gazebo. He slowly lifted her head and kissed her chastely on the forehead.

“You’ll never be dirty to me. You - never run from me. Never let go. You’re more than deservin’ to be my woman, or do ya think I’m a man with bad taste?”

“No!”

“Then never think that way ‘bout yourself again, and talk to me first ‘bout your feelin’s or whatever - I’ll listen to ya.”

Her puffy eyes glistened at his gentle whisper and she couldn’t help but to kiss him back softly on his lips. This quiet moment felt like it could be shattered if even the wind blew too strongly, but nothing disturbed them as he cradled her in his arms. It wasn’t a natural thing for him to do, this was somewhat awkward and uncomfortable, but he was hopeless when she began to cry or felt pain that wasn’t inflicted by himself.

“Jude.”

“What?”

“I’m going to become stronger, you’ve protected so much, and I promise that one day, I will be strong enough to protect you too. I don’t want to always be like this. So, will you agree?”

“To what?”

“Let me learn how to fight.”

They locked eyes again and the fiery determination her eyes exuded excited him. It would be a good thing for her to learn how to use various weapons and basic self-defense since she always had a knack for landing into trouble anyways. The sad little princess was nowhere to be found anymore, but a rather fierce one was sitting in his lap. He smirked at her and after biting down on her bottom lip hard he answered her.

“Then, fight as hard as ya can for me princess, I look forward to ya keepin’ your promise.”

Biting her again, she protested in pain, but the two soon were lost deep in each other’s throats until Jude had to leave for his mission, and after waving him off she made her way to each of the Crown members to enlist their help with her training.

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Highway Kisses

Apparently, it's international kiss day or something like that, so I thought I'd write a tiny drabble. It was supposed to be a fic inspired by a chat the IkeVil server about theme parks, so I intended it to be longer, but it turned out this way. Maybe I'll write a follow-up to their misadventures at the theme park one day. WC: 269┃Fluff ┃Kisses ┃Love Bites CW: Mild cursing Pairing: Jude x My OC - Isla

On their way back from an intel mission, a large theme park came into sight as they were driving on the highway. Noticing her eyes brighten as she caught sight of the lights, Jude expected Isla to mention that she wanted to go, but she didn’t say anything. It was probably because she knew he had a business meeting the next day that he wanted to prep for once they returned from their mission.

“Tch….if ya wanna go then say so.”

He suddenly swerved the vehicle into the next lane just barely merging onto the exit needed to get to the theme park, leaving Isla to feel like her heart was going to leap out of her chest.

“Jude, what the hell?! You’re such a jerk.”

“And?”

He snickered at her while enjoying every bit of the expression on her face. Picking up her free hand he bit down on the top of her knuckle, quickly grazing the sore spot with his hot tongue before gently kissing it, a sweet tingle traveled up her arm before it settled in her heart.

As he locked his fingers with hers, she lifted his hand to her mouth biting him back with as much strength as he bit her with. With a sweet peck over the mark she left she responded, “And I love you.”

Those words wrapped around his heart like a returning promise.

“Ya better, if ya know what’s good for your ass, princess.”

With a warm summer night ahead of them, the dangerous pair continued onto their destination, enjoying sweet kisses throughout the evening.

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