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lizzaneia-elizalde · 11 months

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you do historical au right? So how about a Villainess who actually is a regresser but she saw too much hardships in her previous life that this time she's all set on herself (you can add revenge or not if you don't want). A tyrant disguised saw her real self which is extremely kind to general public (she built orphanage, hospital and schools for her people) (she's the heir but got scammed in previous life, so she used all that knowledge to get even more riches with beneficial businesses so she's practically richest aristocrat). She's evil and rude on the looks (because she hates limelight and does all good will anonymously). So yeah. The tyrant is real deal evil and he's obsessed with our Villainess now. Oh dear. What a plight..

Sorry for the request being all over the place, i didn't know how to put it better :(

Yandere! Villain x Regressor! AFAB! Villainess! Reader

Anon, you know how to capture my attention. And the request is comprehensive, don't worry!

Another historical AU for the roster. This time, rather than starting off with the villain, let's start of with the MC/you! (Because most of the time it doesn't really focus on the ML now, does it? Hope you don't mind.)

Yandere! Villain name: Eros

You don't remember how you got here, except for dying by a stupid woman who can't aim for jack shit.

You just got home from a grueling day's work. Always getting ahead of yourself and working yourself to the bone just to please your boss who's a major asshat, and loves when his employees curry favors with him.

It's a dog eats dog world, so you curried favors with him.

You're his favorite employee. Always giving you snacks and an extra day for your vacations. But that meant working harder than what's needed. Overtime, going home late, it drained you. But hey, it's worth it.

Yet, this wouldn't happen, and you would still be living like a young princess if it weren't for the damn mistress your fiance, the crown prince, has.

Elysia, a daughter of the baron, spent the night with the crown prince, Yuno. Earning the affection of the prince since...

Actually, you don't remember how Yuno became infatuated with Elysia.

Is the fuck really that good that Yuno neglected his fiancee?

And you, the daughter of the second Ducal household (who's not related to the royal family, of course) was blinded by rage and betrayal that you made Elysia's life a living hell.

Erm, why not the crown prince's too, then?

Remembering your past life made your head hurt. From the cliche love story down to the way you were treated made you scream to the oblivion.

After all, after Yuno figured out how you treated Elysia, he made your family kick you out. Powerless against the royal family, they had no choice but to exile you.

You got employed by your employer by then, an eccentric man who spoke of other worlds called 'Earth' and is bringing 'modern day capitalism' here. Whatever that means. But hey, he developed these things called 'cellphones' that made him skyrocket with money.

He's a weirdo, but at least he's easy to please.

But the bitch Elysia "accidentally" blasted light magic to your way, killing you instead of an assassin. Great.

But, then, you're only the minor villainess. The main villain was someone named Eros. The other Ducal household and your father's rival.

As young as 16, he already conquered the ducal household he's in and then, 6 years later, he had wealth rivalring that of the royal family's. Heck, maybe even surpassing it.

"Hello? Where's the checks and balances of this world?" That's what you usually ask yourself.

You never saw him outright, since he's always been so busy. But you clearly remembered when you're in and out of a coma back then after you got struck with the magic, a war broke out due to him.

Fortunately, you regressed into a baby still, so you could avoid being engaged to Yuno, and being involved with Elysia.

Growing up again with your mature mind was weird. Unlike last life, you weren't a brat, but a proper, cold, and an unattainable standard of what a noble woman should be. Well, if you exclude the coldness and the bitchy attitude sometimes.

In all honesty, your family loved you dearly. A clear contrast from your last life. You're a role model, perfect in every way. Beautiful, smart, talented, and shows clear interest in politics and business.

The previous life, you were only a mouth to feed with a pretty face and a political pawn to integrate yourself into the royal family.

And as usual, you got engaged to the crown prince, much to your dismay.

Yuno was easy to read. He doesn't like clingy women, and he likes the chase. He's dumb, and only knows how to spend money.

"Ah, he's worthless."

What did you saw in him in the previous life, really?

Since you were unattainable to Yuno, he became attached to you. Wanting to conquer you.

And you always returned his advances with a flick of your fan and covering your face with a glare with your sharp eyes.

You're the thorned Rose of the Kingdom. Beautiful, yet prickly. It brought you to the limelight, but also, not. Due to you being closed off, news of you rarely get out.

So in the free time you had, you always disguised yourself with your dark magic and filled up your own coffers with the help of your knowledge of business last life (from your employer.)

You built hospitals, made schooling accessible... You were basically the saintess rather than Elysia.

Oh, did I mention that Elysia, with light magic, was the saintess, and you with dark magic was the prophesied Villainess? It's complicated.

But right now, with Elysia failing to bed Yuno in his crown prince coronation, due to him being only attached to you, you were free to do what you want while thinking of your next plan.

What you didn't know is that a certain pair of crystal blue eyes followed you.

You walked along the street of the outskirts of the Kingdom, inspecting the newly built school.

You just got out of the ducal household and immediately went here after being confronted by Elysia once more, who "accidentally" stumbled into the chateau and into you and Yuno. Can she get more obvious, really?

You never used your dark magic here in the outskirts since you felt safe in the people's arms. They never judged you, nor used you for your money. They're just glad more and more accessible facilities are being erected by the young lady.

While walking around, you got into the councilor's office who's busy with enrolling the children. He's the chief of the town, and is one of the few people who graduated fully back in the capital.

He graciously accepted the position of being the councilor after you approached him, since you genuinely wanted to help the outskirts.

You saw children happily playing around while the parents lined up, excitedly talking to one another.

When they saw you, they immediately curtsied and said hi.

"My lady! Hello!"

G-greetings my lady..."

"Oh my stars! It's the lady!"

"Look over here, my lady!"

You giggled and decided to mingle with them more, talking about mundane things in life and what other facilities can you put here.

"Okay, so a shopping center, huh? Okay, that's noted. Also, I think a gymnasium would work well also, so that there will be a place where all of you can have meetings, and also have children play."

They all excitedly nodded and bid you goodbye as you went out.

You felt like yourself here in the outskirts.

Maybe you can convince your father to give you this part of the territory, and your brother can manage the main household?

Your thoughts were interrupted by children pulling your skirt to play, cheekily grinning and playfully pushing a ball up to your arms. You grinned and chased them around, roaring loudly like a monster and pretending like you're a dragon.

The giggles and screams of delight of the children filled the lively streets, along the chatter of the townspeople.

"Sir? Are you okay? What are you looking at?"

"..."

Eros' eyes widened, then softened as he saw you, chasing the children around, playing with them and not minding the dirt clinging to your outfit.

He gulped, suddenly feeling his heartrate pick up as he cleared his throat. Red flushed his cheeks, as foreign yet also the familiar feeling of infatuation filled his heart.

The noise that surrounded him faded into the background, and somehow, everything seems so bright and colorful. All he could see is you, and you, and you...

You...

Beautiful, thorned you.

Eros.

The name itself sends shiver down the spine of people.

Of fear? Love? Or arousal?

He's a man of few words, only letting his actions talk to other people.

Such an otherwordly beauty like him garnered unwanted attention since he was a child.

Other than being extremely handsome, he's also very talented with politics and business, also with physical activities like horse riding and hunting.

Due to this, his mother developed a twisted inferiority complex, and also an almost incestious relationship with him.

She always hurled words that hurt his soul and emotions.

Then she'll hug him while saying sorry.

This cycle would continue on and on until he's 16.

It was supposed to be a joyous day, not until his mother forced himself on him.

Disgust, fear, and rage filled his body that time, and all he remembered is awakening his dark magic and consuming his mother.

After that, he was knocked out cold.

When he woke up, he remembered his past life on Earth.

He's a business man of such a high position, CEO.

He clawed out of his way from poverty. Stealing, investing, selling, he did everything just to get out of the clutches of being a plebian.

And, when he struck gold when his stationery business thrived, his genius made it possible for him to talk to investors and convinced them to invest in his work.

God, he's rich.

And once he reached the age of 24, he's a rich man.

Then he died due to being assassinated by his rival.

With now his previous life in his roster, he became a formidable business man. Eccentric even.

By some weird cheat, he developed cellphones.

Something so revolutionary was first met with skepticism, but it boomed in popularity when his friend, the crown prince Yuno, bought and used it.

it was weird, really. Yuno approached him to employ his ex fiancee in his company and take care of her.

Eros, who didn't mind, employed you.

Sweet, lovable you.

It was funny seeing you struggle to curry favor with him. Not used being the one who had to try to get close with him. The way you struggled to hide a frown when he mentioned over time, the way you hide your disdain when he talks about extra work...

God, you're so cute.

He spoiled you in the best he could do. Extra vacation days, snacks, all he could do without being too obvious.

Then you died.

You... Died.

By the hands of his friend, well, ex-friend's mistress.

Elysia.

That damn bitch doesn't know her place.

Then and there, his eccentricity died down, and all he knows is revenge back then.

You were in and out of coma, and seeing you swim between life and death made his heart roar out in pain.

He felt so helpless seeing you pale and vegetative, something that wasn't you.

So, with a soft promise leaving his lips, he waged war in your honor.

He fought blood, sweat, and tears in your name.

All he could think is you.

All he could see is you.

And as he ignored Yuno's plea, he beheaded Elysia.

The damn bitch raised the notion that dark magic users are evil, despite dark magic being only an another element.

She turned the tides on you.

Why should she live?

Yuno also. He betrayed you.

Once the royal family was dead, he brought your comatose body to the throne, and killed himself with you at the throne.

He made you ingest poison, something that doesn't cause pain to your already pained body.

Meanwhile, he killed himself by striking a sword down to his chest, and to his heart. The very same heart that loved you dearly.

Then he woke up,

a child again.

Back in time.

Getting away from the busy bustle of the ball, you got out to the garden and sighed. Letting the cold air bite into your skin.

Dread filled your heart as you realized once more that Elysia was nowhere to be found, and so did Yuno.

Your nerves got to you and you left the scene, overthinking the worse of the worst.

Did Elysia actually bed Yuno successfully?

Albeit just a bit late?

You covered your mouth, shaking dreadfully. The pain of your last life was getting to you once more. Trauma trembling you to the core.

"My Lady? Are you okay?"

A deep voice broke you out of your reverie. Something so silky, smooth, and familiar.

You turned around, your heart pounding as you saw your employer, Eros. He's dressed in noble clothes, gold, black, and blue.

He looks more uptight and strict this time around. What happened? Why does he look like that?

You never connected the dots, since you thought your employer and Eros were two different people.

But this?

Your heart trembled.

"G-greetings, your lordship." You curtsied, fighting back a frown just like how you did with him last life.

"You're still the same as ever."

"What is it?"

"Oh nothing." Eros waved his hand.

This life, Eros was more brutal than the previous life. He exposed his mother, a pedophile who touched him and stole money from the household, letting her get beheaded by a rusty axe in the middle of the colosseum. After that, he joined the interkingdom war, and won it much earlier than before.

He's basically a warlord. A tyrant to his territory who imposed such strict rules that you doubted yourself if this was the same Eros you knew.

You both silently stood in front of each other before he took off his coat and gently draped it on your shoulders.

"It's cold out here, my lady." He whispered. His long eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.

He inhaled your scent, his lips trembling.

He missed you so much.

His precious rose.

He gently brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly and lingering there, with his eyes screaming obsession.

His grip was strong yet also loving.

It made you blush.

"My Lady, if my friend, Yuno, hurt you, approach me."

Your eyes widened.

"Approach you?"

Eros smiled. His handsome face blinding you momentarily.

"Yes, i'll help you take revenge."

Eros eyes swiftly looked at the balcony up above.

"Like this."

Eros swiftly dipped you and kissed your lips.

God, you tasted so divine upon his lips.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sweeping and tangling with your much more timid ones. He cupped your cheeks, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

His eyes were glaring at Yuno back at the balcony, who was naked on their bottom half with Elysia, shielding you from the scene.

Yuno's eyes widened, and he hastily dressed up, his eyes boring into Eros', and you.

This life, he'll protect you from pain.

He'll protect you from Yuno and Elysia.

He'll burn down the ground for you.

Just say the word.

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Hmm, twist upon twists. I love it. HEHEHEHE

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 6 months

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Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

from my own wishful thinking & context clues & absolutely nothing else

Smart as fuck.

Loves brunch. Orders an omelet and a mimosa every time.

Grew up crazy rich. Trust fund baby.

New England law royalty.

Her favorite flowers are mums.

Would roundhouse kick anyone else who tried to hug her, but is super snuggly with you.

Eerily good at reading people.

Legendary speeches and closing arguments.

Would make an excellent politician, but doesn't like the ethically slimy things required.

Sees the good in you when you don't.

Stays up so late on weekends, then sleeps til noon. Even though you have told her time and time again that this is bad sleep hygiene.

Hot when she wears glasses and she knows it.

Chooses your outfits when you go on vacations because she wants the Instagram pics to be perfect.

Leaves you little love letters on sticky notes when she has to leave before you wake up.

Loves to Netflix and chill all weekend. With a big emphasis on the chill. 😉

Very hard to intimidate.

Not great about saving money, but she doesn't really have to be.

Spends an ungodly amount of money on omakase.

Doesn't let many people get close to her, but is very close to those she lets in.

Makes sure you're included in conversations because you can be a little on the shy side.

Ridiculously long nighttime skin care routine.

Has watched every single comedy special on Netflix.

Nearly unstoppable when she turns on the charm.

Makes you get to the airport 2.5 hours early, despite the fact that you both have TSA PreCheck.

A slut for cacio e pepe.

Will choose a hotel based on nothing but how the pictures there would look.

Her suitcase is always too heavy, and she always asks to put stuff in yours.

Has a parfait for lunch every day.

Cafe con leche supremacy stan.

Silk sheets only.

Sweeps you away on far-flung vacations as often as she can.

A gin-and-tonic is her Bad Day at Work drink.

Got in trouble all the time as a kid for playing with her mom's makeup.

Would 100% use her family's private jet if you hadn't convinced her it was socially and environmentally unethical. She hated that you were right.

Mulled wine on Christmas Eve. Always.

Will melt if you give her jewelry. Doesn't even care that she could buy herself better pieces.

Lets you get quirky and colorful with holiday decorations inside, but outside it's classic white lights and wreaths and candles only.

Would never ever admit it but gets pissed when you don't interact with her Instagram posts.

Favorite candy is Skittles, but she feels this undermines her badass bitch persona at work, so she'll only eat them at home.

Secretly likes to wind down with a joint on Friday nights after work.

Reminds you to wear SPF moisturizer. Every. Single. Day.

Holds your hand firmly in crowds so you don't get separated.

Takes so long in the shower in the morning that sometimes you have to get in, wash, and get out all while she's still showering.

Gets a facial and a massage every week like the bougie bitch she is.

Gives absolutely no fucks.

You do not want to be on the receiving end of an Alex glare.

The ultimate hype man. Believes in you so much that you actually believe in yourself.

Never not running late because it takes her so long to get ready. But somehow always gets there on time?

Compliments you incessantly. Like to the point that it flustered you at first.

Has to drink herbal tea instead of coffee after lunch or she'll be up all night.

#alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #alex cabot hc #alex cabot headcanon #law and order svu #svu #alex cabot fanfiction

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phoward89 · 7 months

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Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika

Summary: Coriolanus took his wife out, in more ways than one, while you were safe and sound in his 12th floor Corso penthouse. But when you see a breaking news report, you realize that the man you share a bed with is a snake. A snake that kills with poison. And you decide to confront him about your knowledge of poisons.

Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is his own warning! Possessive!Coriolanus, Obsessive!Coriolanus, DelusionalCoriolanus, Dark!Coriolanus, Soft Dark!Coriolanus?, Head Gamemaker!Coriolanus, Poison, Murder, Blood, Plotting/Scheming Couple, um think that's about it

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Chapter 5

Coriolanus sipped on his wine, watching his wife look around the dining room impatiently. She was fidgeting in her seat; it was embarrassing.

He was paying good money on a meal that they'd never eat, cause she'd be dead soon and he'd be hacking up blood. The least Livia could do was conduct herself properly in public.

The damn shrew was impossible to train. So impatient. Greedy, spoiled, rich bitch was so used to getting her way that waiting a few extra minutes for their seafood appetizer was too much to handle.

God, he's so happy that he dumped that vial of poison in their wine bottle (that he had the waiter leave on their table) after convincing his vain wife that she needed to powder her nose; that it was too shiny.

Soon, very very soon the poison will kick in and Livia will drop dead.

Not him though.

No, he won't die, but he'll get sick though since he's only partially immune to this strong, but sweet tasting poison that pairs so well with the vintage Merlot.

Truth be told, the side effects of the poison he was drinking tonight would stick with him for more than a few hours.

In fact Coriolanus would be stuck in bed recovering for a good week or so. A recovery that would consist of being weak, spitting up blood, and not being able to keep anything other than liquids down.

“Why is it taking so long for our appetizer?” Livia whined, turning to sit properly in her seat. She was giving him an impatient look.

He's sure the oysters rockefeller will be out any minute now.

Just in time for the fun to begin.

“Well, Livia, they do have to cook it.” He sarcastically reminded his soon to be dead wife.

“Don't be condescending with me, Coriolanus. I'm your wife, not some whore from a black market brothel you can speak down to.” The dirty blonde scolded him in an uppity tone while reaching for her wine.

Yes, drink up.

Right now Coriolanus was ecstatic that his nearly dead wife was a lush. The more wine she drank meant the quicker he's rid of her.

Oooo… a poisoning death has never made him more happy then hers.

He couldn't wait for her to start bleeding from her nose and choking on her own blood that'd clog her lungs.

Putting down his glass, he subtly motioned to the waiter making his way to their table. “The oysters rockefeller’s on its way now, Livia.”

“You know, husband, that most men call their wives a pet name; not use their name every time they speak to them.” Livia snapped as the waiter got closer to the table, tray of oyster appetizers in his hand.

“Yes well most husbands love their wives, yet here we are just barely tolerating each other for money and social standings.” Coriolanus factually states, his eyes following the waiter’s every move.

Livia chugged down her wine as the waiter appeared at the table, placing the appetizer tray down on the white linen tablecloth. “Finally. It took you long enough.” Livia rudely remarked, causing the waiter to quickly apologize and leave.

“Your manners are atrocious, Livia.” Coriolanus pointed out as he served them their appetizer.

Fortunately, in a few minutes, he'll never have to deal with her atrocious manners ever again. He'll be free to be with you; he knows that since you're young he can train you. Make sure that you act properly, know your place by his side and as the First Lady of Panem.

“And you parade around like some gentleman when you both know that you have degenerate desires and urges.”

“Livia…” he hissed in a low warning. Why was she bringing this up here, in a crowded restaurant where anyone could overhear? Did she have any decency, any respect for him?

No.

She doesn't, otherwise she wouldn't be insulting his sexual preferences while they’re at her last super.

Ignoring his hissed warning, Livia scooped a small piece of oyster up with her fork while telling her husband, “People are starting to talk, Coriolanus, in the social circles about us being married for so long and not having any children.”

“And whose fault is that, Livia?” Coriolanus asked, taking a bite of his own seafood appetizer. “You're the one that refuses to share a bed with me. Who's shot me down anytime I attempt to bring up the subject of children.” He reminded her as his nose began to burn, tingle, and twitch with the telltale signs of an upcoming nose bleed.

Yes, any second now his wife’ll be dead and he'll be free of his life sentence. He'll be free to make you his in every sense of the word.

“I've been told that there's a clinic that specializes in reproductive matters. That the doctor at the clinic is able to collect the necessary products from us to make an embryo in a lab; that we could even have it implanted into a female avox as a surrogate so that I wouldn't have to touch you or ruin my body by getting fat.”

Was she serious right now? She expected him to be on board with having a science baby? A baby supposedly made from their collected samples and mixed up in a test tube, in a lab.

In a lab.

Coriolanus remembers his time studying and interning under Dr. Gaul, before that terrible accident she had right before he graduated University and was given her Head Gamemaker job. He remembers the experiments that took place in the labs. How creatures were created out of thin air with a few strands of DNA samples. How easily DNA could be twisted and mutated into a creature so vile, so horrible, so deadly.

No.

He wasn't going to have a mutt for a child. Especially one carried by an avox.

No, he was going to have children the old fashioned way with you. And he'll make sure that you enjoy making them too.

Livia’s eyes went wide and she dropped her fork, causing it to loudly clatter onto the bone china plate. Blood began to trickle down her nostrils as she grabbed her neck, clawing at it in a vain attempt for air.

Oh, show time. The poison’s kicked in.

Coriolanus knew what to expect in the seconds to come, he's been through it before. So, deciding that he wanted the last word, he leaned in close to Livia and simply told her, “Snow lands on top.”

When he sat back, blood began to trickle from his own nose, along with rising from his stomach and filling up his mouth.

By this point, blood poured from Livia’s mouth and she was choking on it.

All the while the dining room of Avelina's was full of screams and terrified cries from the elite capitolites whose meals were now ruined.

Coriolanus watches the life drain out of his wife's eyes as he began coughing up blood.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

You were in a cozy sweater, curled up on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea in your hand. You sent Tigris home hours ago because, even though she was very nice to you, you couldn't handle how she looked at you.

How she treated you like you're made out of fragile glass.

Even though Coryo was a bit much with his hot-cold behavior, he didn't treat you like you're made out of fragile glass. In fact it felt like the opposite. That he wasn't afraid if he shattered you, if you broke.

Coriolanus wasn't purposely trying to break you, or at least you didn't think he was, but he didn't watch his tongue and tiptoe around you.

He was blunt with you; treated you like a person instead of a victim of the games.

Coryo had no problems treating you like a woman, that's for sure. Your status as a victor that had seen horrors in the arena did nothing to deter him from his dominant nature in bed with you.

You know that you shouldn't seek solace with the head gamemaker, the man that designed the arena along with all the twists and turns of this July’s games, but you couldn't help but feel like he was the only one that treated you like a normal human being.

Coriolanus knew, perhaps better than anyone else, the horrors you've seen in the games and he didn't pity you. In fact, the way he looked at you seemed to be almost prideful.

His icy blue eyes also held a sense of lust and possession in them too, but you swore he saw pride in them.

Maybe you were overthinking everything. The way he felt about you didn't matter: he was married.

Of course he was married, he was 15 years older than you.

As you sipped on your tea, you couldn't help, but worry about how your brother and his girlfriend would treat you when you (eventually) went home. Would they tread lightly with you like Tigris does or would they treat you like they did before you left? Would Rein and Ashlie view you as different, would they pity you?

And then the thought of the neighbor boy, the freshly 15 year old Corbin Everdeen, popped into your head.

Would he stop chasing your heels like a puppy; think that you were horrible for killing 7 people in the Hunger Games, or would he still chase you around? Still pester you to listen to whatever song he was working on for his weekend performances at the hob, once you returned to 12?

You think being the Victor of the First Quarter Quell will make Corbin (who Rein felt was a borderline stalker with how he was always finding ways to be around you) leave you alone since he hated the games. He felt that the games changed people; either made them murderers or drove them mad out of their minds with paranoia. He felt that if you got reaped then you should just let yourself be struck down in the bloodbath in order to preserve your identity; to keep the Capitol from stealing and corrupting your soul.

You didn't do what the neighbor boy musician told you to do.

No.

You did what your older brother told you to do. You fought to survive. You did whatever it took to make it out alive.

You trained in those 2 weeks you were given in the tribute center, you listened to the Academy student that was assigned as your mentor (since District 12 didn't have a living victor to mentor you), and you dazzled the audience in your interview.

The gorgeous dresses that Tigris made for you helped sell you as the Capitol Darling too.

It all came in handy when you received a training score of 8 (your mentor thought that you deserved at least a 10 and she was livid that the gamemakers only gave you an 8) and received a few sponsors from it.

You took your brother's advice to heart and did what you had to do to survive. But now you're here, sitting in the head gamemaker’s penthouse while pondering whether or not you'll ever have people treat you normally ever again.

Some reward for winning, huh?

And to think that they tell you once you win you'll go home; will be able to live your life in peace.

Like fucking hell.

That's not what's happening to you right now.

Nope…

So, since you had no control over anything in your life right now, all you could do was sip on your hot tea and watch some rom-com on Capitol TV.

It was amazing how Coriolanus’ TV had more than 3 channels. It also amazes you how the thing took up most of his wall in the main room too.

As you watched the couple on TV do the classic coworkers fake dating for the winter holidays to make the girl's ex jealous trope, you couldn't help, but miss your cat. She used to curl up in your lap when you watched tv.

Suddenly, right as the couple on TV was fumbling thru their fake meet story, a breaking news report interrupted the movie.

You couldn't help, but sigh as you listened to the reporter at the news desk say, “We here at Capitol News 6 are so sorry to be interrupting your programs, but we have just gotten some horrible and heartbreaking, well, breaking news.” The reporter took a moment to put on a sad face and take a silent pause before announcing, “Socialite Livia Cardew-Snow, wife of Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow, died of sudden food poisoning merely an hour ago in the Capitol restaurant Avelina’s. Our beloved head gamemaker himself is currently being treated at Capitol General and is expected to make a full recovery.”

What?

Your wheels are turning. You knew that botulism took 48 hours to kill and salmonella had different levels of severity, but wouldn't just cause somebody to drop dead in the middle of a restaurant.

There was only one reason for Livia's sudden death and Coriolanus' sudden near death experience that he'd recover from.

He poisoned his wife and himself, but with not as high of a dose that he gave his wife, and made it look like food poisoning because they were at a restaurant.

What the hell?! How could he be so reckless? What if he accidentally gave himself a fatal dose, then where would that leave you?

That damn snake…

“Let’s go live to our favorite weather and reporter for all things game related, Lucretius ‘Lucky’ Flickerman, who’s with our beloved Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow in his hospital room.” The news desk reporter said before the screen cut to live footage of Lucky Flickerman standing next to Coriolanus, who was sitting up in a hospital bed.

You took one look at Coriolanus and knew what kind of poison he used. He used a toxic metal based poison made from either cadmium, selenium, or arsenic.

It's the only kind of poison that would've killed Livia Cardew-Snow so quickly; would leave Coryo coughing up blood and looking so pale and weak in his hospital bed.

You knew about the dangers of metals such as cadmium, selenium, and arsenic leaching into water and turning it into poison from your brother's career as a coal miner. It's the reason why he won't use the water at the mines; why he brings his own in a large glass jug with him to work.

Rein told you that when new shafts are carved into the coal mines or when new mines were blown into the side of the mountains that the leftover rubble gets dumped to the side where it leeches and runs off into water, creating poison for anyone who drinks it.

You've seen the effects of the poisoned mine water too when you started your short lived internship at the apothecary right before you got reaped.

It wasn't pretty.

But the few men that survived, mostly young men that were still in their teens or early 20s, spat up blood, had mouth sores, ulcers, and could barely eat for weeks while they recovered and fought the poison.

They had the same weak, pale, sunk in look that Coriolanus had right now as he laid in his hospital bed telling some bullshit story to the media about the food poisoning that killed Livia and nearly killed him.

Oh, you swear, you're giving him a piece of your mind when he shows up at the penthouse.

And you knew he'd show up since he killed his wife to be able to have you in his bed.

God, you're now sharing a bed with a snake.

“You should be asleep, darling.” Coriolanus chastised you, walking into the main room of the penthouse in the wee hours of the morning.

He looked like shit. Had blood dripping from the side of his mouth.

God, you were so pissed at him. Before you could think better of it, you chucked your teacup at his head, but it just went over his shoulder and shattered against the wall. “You want to off your wife with poison, fine, but don't drink the damn shit yourself, Coriolanus!” You angrily screamed.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N. I got food poisoning from bad seafood; unfortunately it killed my wife.” Coriolanus smoothly lied, his face an unwavering mask.

“I interned at the apothecary in District 12 before I got reaped, Coriolanus. I've seen the signs of cadmium, selenium, and arsenic poisoning since the water from the mines is tainted from it.” You bluntly told the platinum blonde while standing to your feet. Walking up to him, you said, “You have the signs. You're coughing up blood, you're pale and your face looks sunk in.” His icy blue eyes narrowed at you. “Bet you got a sore in your mouth, if not then it'll pop up soon.” Pointing to his stomach, you warned, “Watch yourself, metal based poisons are notorious for causing bleeding ulcers.”

Coryo's jaw twitched as he looked down at you. “I see you're well educated for a girl from District 12. Let me ask you, how do you feel about what I did tonight?” A dark smirk twisted on his bloodstained lips as he asked, “Are you going to be a loose end for me, my darling rose?”

“Honestly, I'm not upset that you killed your wife. What I'm upset about is that you drank that poison too. You drank it without even worrying about what would happen to me if something went wrong and you dropped dead too.”

“Darling,” Coriolanus reached out with his hand, attempting to pull you into him and comfort you, but you pushed him away.

He weakly stumbled, but balanced himself by grabbing a nearby the back of a nearby sitting chair.

“Did you even stop and think about what happens to me if you died or are incapacitated? Huh?!” You asked, on the verge of angry tears. You didn't even give him the chance to answer you. No, you just barreled on with, “Would I get sent back to 12 even though Victor's Village hasn't been built yet or would I be passed onto your successor, whoever would take your place as head gamemaker?"

“Nobody will ever get their hands on you, my darling rose.” Coryo swore as he weakly collapsed in the sitting chair. “I’ll kill anyone that tries to take you from me.” He darkly vowed while coughing up blood.

“You're going to be laid up in bed for a week, maybe 2.” You told him, watching as he took his handkerchief from his breast pocket; coughing into it. The blood spurts from his coughing stained the white cloth red, as if little rain drops had drizzled on it.

You felt bad for him, watching him struggling to breath as his chest rattled with every bloody cough he let out.

You went over to his chair and knelt by his side. You knew he wouldn't stop poisoning people. Not with the outburst that he just had. But you knew that you couldn't let him keep using dangerous metal based poisons either.

Whether you wanted to admit it or not, your red string of fate was tied to the head gamemaker. You needed him for your survival.

Taking one of his hands in yours, you revealed, “Coryo, I have an apothecary book back in my room in District 12. It has recipes for herbal remedies, medicines, poisons, and antidotes in it.”

God, you were going straight to hell for what you were going to say next.

“If you can somehow get me that book I’ll help you make poisons that won't hurt you. That you can take an antidote ahead of time for; that won't make you sick.”

Coriolanus let out a rumbling cough, soaking his handkerchief, only to look at you with a mix of astonishment and admiration in his baby blues. “You'd do that for me? Make me poisons to use on my enemies?”

You remembered what he told you in the hospital, that the Capitol was a dangerous place. Was a chess game of life; that he'd teach you how to play and master it in time.

Well, no time like the present.

“You're enemies are my enemies too, aren't they? Maybe moreso since I'm district.”

Coryo's calloused thumb ran over yours knuckles and he gave you a crimson stained smile. “You're not district, my darling rose. You're a victor, like me.”

If only you knew how damning those words truly were. Would you have tried to get away or would you have still let the white snake wrap himself around you.

But you were a snake as well, weren't you? For only a snake could truly feel safe with another snake.

Where you always a snake or did you just choose to become one because you were drawn to the dark beauty of a beautiful devil?

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strayed-quokka · 2 months

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babydoll || ji changmin || masterlist

↳ Changmin isn’t popular nor is he rich, whereas you run on the other end of the spectrum, spoilt and living on your dads credit card. when you’re tasked with kicking him out of the biggest party of your year, you come to realise he’s not all that bad. unfortunately, falling in love with the ji changmin is your one way ticket to social suicide.

↳ pairing: ji changmin x female reader + ex lee juyeon x female reader

!!! this is not a love triangle !!!

~ rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact with this work

↳ genre: enemies to acquaintances to reluctant friends to lovers, slowburn, drama, angst, happy end but it takes a long ass time, rich girl broke ass uni boy

~ warnings: high society bitch of a reader, an unadressed eating disorder (limited), drug use, sex while on drugs, a lot of sex (will add individual warnings to chapters), sex with juyeon, maybe you fuck him twice, sex while high, taller reader with longer hair but no colour description for the plot, jokes and implied tone about death/wanting to die (not meant), obsession with weight and beauty standards, juyeon is manipulative and toxic, emotional abuse, physical abuse (not reader and not in detail), everyone needs therapy, past self harm (not reader, not in detail, descriptions of scars), deep self loathing and insecurities, bullying, changmin calls reader little doll, reader wants to look like a doll, nicknames such as darling and princess, classism

!!! if I missed anything or I remember something else I will add it to the general warnings. there’s a lot of drama but it isn’t as dark as the warnings probably imply it to be, but it also isn’t a light read.

↳ words: 70k + blame the slow burn

a/n: this was meant to be a 20k one shot then changmin said sike so I had to split it up into multiple parts so that tumblr wouldn’t break because it said it would 💔 this is dedicated to @sanaxo-o because she’s never given up on this fic even when I wanted to throw it out the window. no one loves babydoll more than her. thank you @mosviqu for reading this every night when I add a little extra and make you hate juyeon and thank you @sungbeam for the banner cause mine was clearly trash.

I joke that I’ll retire once I’m done posting every part of this fic but we all know that’s a lie. I did pour all my energy into this though so please be nice to me or say nothing at all LMAO. again, I wanna disclaimer that there are some specific physical attributes to this reader which I usually avoid doing but for the story itself it was necessary.

let me know if you wanna be on the taglist 🩵 started: 25.7.24

~ teaser

~ act i

~ act ii

~ act iii

↳ i aim for just three chapters if tumblr allows it but depending on final length this might have to change

©️strayed-quokka, please do not steal, translate, reuse or rewrite as your own

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aayakashii · 4 months

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I wrote this in like 2 hours so I apologize if it's bad but!!! I was struck with inspiration and had to write it + I am a sucker for fics abt dancing because I'm a dancer so ✋️ ANYWAYS

Pairing: Romeo Lucci x MC

Tags: PINING; romeo doesnt accept his feelings; gender neutral MC; the song that is mentioned in this fic is this one

the house never loses

The casino had closed for the night.

Fragments of life were scattered on the floor – pieces of glass, candy wrappers, dirtied pills, crushed beer cans.

Romeo curled his lips in disgust.

Everyone was distasteful. Brute, graceless little things that only served to be his source of income. Couldn't even clean up after themselves, the mindless sheep, blinded by the possibility of being rich quickly.

He wasnt really one to judge, but at least he was smart.

He knew he had to win. He had to be the dealer, the house, no matter the situation. He would never be the customer.

That was how things fall apart.

You lose control, someone else pull the strings of your life and then you trip – and fall. And lose, lose, lose. One bet after the other, golden coins falling through the cracks of the floor underneath you, forever out of reach.

No, he couldn't be anything else besides the dealer, he wouldn't allow otherwise. He had his family as a bitter example of steps he should not follow.

Still, under this position of power, he saw all the grimy beings that walked on this godforsaken place – traitors and hypocrites that tried to hide their greed behind a mask – and he hated them all.

"Dirty pricks that can't even pick up after themselves", he thought, kicking another empty beer can.

He wouldn't clean it, however. Obviously. He had his pawns to do that for him and today, specifically, he had the worthless honor student do that job for him.

He sighed, massaging his forehead to ease the wrinkle between his brows.

"Honor, my ass", he mumbled, remembering how they messed up yet another prototype order earlier that day, which landed them the merciless job of cleaning the casino after it was closed.

Romeo clicked his tongue, remembering the faces of the rest of the staff once they realized they would have a night off at the expense of someone else.

In the end, it was a dog eat dog situation. He wouldn't be surprised if people started sabotaging them just to get more days off. He put this sudden conclusion at the back of his mind, patting himself on the back for being so smart and way ahead of everyone around him. Then, he stepped on a cigarette butt and stained the burgundy carpet with its ashes.

"Where the fuck is that basic bitch?" he groaned, kicking the cigarette butt under one of the poker tables, maneuvering faster between all the stools, readying himself to give them the scolding of a lifetime.

He expects excellency from himself – it's only natural he expects the same from everyone around him, although this habit always seems to leave him disappointed.

Romeo's ears perked up as he stomped his way towards the back of the casino.

It housed the bar area, with a small stage for (now rare) jazz performances – after Sinostra was banned from leaving the campus, it also meant people from outside were also banned from coming in. Believe it or not, there aren't many jazz musicians among university students.

The bar stood behind matte glass doors that kept the sound muffled for those that wanted to drown their sorrows away after losing one too many games.

Romeo made his way to the entrance of the bar, as his ears picked up a few stray music notes coming from the inside of the place. He readied himself to scold whatever student was inside after closing hours – after all, if they wanted to use the space, then they should pay for it. It's only obvious.

He opened the door quietly, in order to catch them by surprise, squinting as he tried to assess who was inside despite the permanent mist of cigarette smoke that hung in the air.

The song came from a phone that stood on the bar counter, the words too jumbled and distorted by the busted speakers, but with a melancholy that touched him still.

He opened his mouth to call out whoever was inside, yet the words stuck on his tongue like cheap candy.

The first thing he saw were the arms.

The arms moved slowly, as if they were swimming in honey. Fingers grasped the thick air that surrounded them and seemed to mold it into a silk veil that surrounded their body.

Then, he saw the legs.

Softly, silently, they carried their body through slow twirls. They lifted one of them up, bare foot en pointe, landing it graciously to once again turn around themselves.

And finally, he saw their face.

Eyes half lidded in pure concentration, they saw nothing but the world they created for themselves as they danced.

The words died inside Romeo's mouth as he saw his worthless honor student dance to the song.

He gulped harshily as he watched them grab their own chest, suffering silently for some estranged lover they were probably seeing in their mind's eye as they danced.

Romeo felt his own heart race, his purple eyes going red and teary as he tried not to blink, so he wouldn't miss any moment. His stomach twisted inside out – or, at least, it was how he felt it – as he wondered if they were thinking of anyone specific while they looked so desperately in love.

His breath hitched at the thought and he discarded it in a pile of things he would rather not think about, on the corners of his mind.

They threw their arms out slowly, as if they wanted to hug the entire world – or fly away from it, only to lose it all while they bring their hands to their face, in theatrical despair.

Romeo wondered how it would feel to be the one in between their arms and loved so desperately, and the thought was too big, to persistent to be put aside.

His hands twitched as he tried to take a step inside and ask who was it that they thought of as they ran their hands on their lips and body, but as he heard the song grow into its highest peak, Romeo instinctively closed the door, before he could see whether or not that secret performance would have a happy ending or a sad one.

He rested his head against the glass, feeling the coolness of it spread on his flushed face.

Romeo put his hand against his heart, feeling the fast beats in contrast with the muffled and slow ending of the song inside, and breathed deeply, realizing he had been holding his breath like a predator does with a prey on the wild.

"Romeo?" their voice sounded shaky and scared, as if they had just been caught committing a crime. As if they were his prey.

Romeo cleared his throat and opened the door once again, this time fierce and quickly.

"Ah, there you are, you BB." they winced as he yelled the insulting abbreviation "I was looking for you. Didn't you see how dirty the casino is? You are supposed to clean everything, not just this place."

Romeo saw as they pursed their lips, looking down, an expression of annoyance and sadness making itself clear on their face.

"I- I know. I was just finishing here." They lied, dejected.

"Well. I expect this place to be spotless by tomorrow. I don't care if you need to spend all night here. Just do your job!"

"Yes, Romeo." they sighed loudly, picking up a broom, and then walked briskly past him, frustratingly avoiding him as much as possible.

Deep inside, however, he knew he couldn't possibly blame them. Not with the venom he spits on their face at every single encounter.

Romeo kept looking inside of the room, staring at the phone they left on the bar counter, consciously refusing to observe them as they walked somewhere else inside the casino.

He refused to look at them as they moved graciously between the tables; refused to think about the faint scent of vanilla mixed with cigarette and sweat on their body; refused to acknowledge his racing heart; and refused to look them in their eyes for too long.

Romeo refused to lose control of his own strings.

After all, he was the dealer, he was the house.

He wasn't supposed to lose.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker romeo lucci #romeo lucci #romeo lucci x reader #tokyo debunker x mc #romeo lucci x mc

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pleasantspark · 2 days

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I find it baffling how someone as rich as ViziePop who can afford basic luxuries can still complain about being poor, when she scammed and swindled dozens.

Any rich person does that doesn't understand how being poor works. Like suuuure you can afford to keep the lights on and eat actual meals and not fast food or tv meals everyday.

You don't have to cancel subscriptions and make alt accounts to keep getting free benefits nor do you have to pirate games that are below 5 dollars because "this months money isn't gonna be enough."

You didn't have to experience being homeless and in a hotel for 18 months because the government and people in your family tried to claim your parent was sleeping with someone so they stalked you and got you kicked out.

You didn't have to deal with obamacare becoming defunct and having the entire place laid off which caused us this exact issue. You don't have to worry about living off of unemployment because you'll lose the benefits you'd get for being attached to Social Security. Nah, you don't even live in a roach infested apartment with you fearing your life because your parents are being abusive to one another.

And yet you complain about dipping and dropping money, maybe here's an advice. Stop spending money on frivolous things all the damn time. Outsourcing animators after YOU FIRED the old ones or they quit on the spot. I mean them leaving and firing constantly is going to cause issues on the long run.

People praise this woman like she's some goddess which only furthers my point of how cultish this fandom is, you are basically treating her series like some form of religion where VivziePop is some sort of God, and stalking any tags or any ill mentions of her name you come around.

I'm just sick and tired of the constant praise of someone who bitched and cried and got what she wanted. Ig if you're a woman and are popular enough and have a decent following, if you bitched and moaned and got everything, then you'd want more.

And yet WE have to pay THESE RICH BASTARDS every damn time from the IRS? Why do we as working class citizens have to pay for Rich People when they DO NOTHING to help the poor, we're basically the backbone of the fucking country having to do the bare minimum to fund some millionaires next yacht trip to the Bahamas. This fucking system is so fucking flawed.

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss criticism #anti-vivziepop #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel

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abiiors · 3 days

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marigold's - ross x reader 🍂˚ ༘ ೀ🎃｡˚☕️

a/n: quite literally giggled and kicked my feet the entire time writing this fic!! also BAKER ROSS!!!! cw: nothing much really, just food and food related activities/conversations wc: 4.4k

it’s a crisp autumn morning when their eyes meet across the street. her heartbeat quickens, palms starting to sweat just a little. in the opposite window, ross stands still for a moment. her eyes narrow in his direction. recognition flares in them and then... hatred.

that pumpkin stealing bitch!

“you…” she seethes through her nostrils like a furious dragon. obviously, ross can’t hear her from across the street, but oh, he knows what he did. and she is sure that her face does in fact, betray all her emotions right now; anger, hatred and more anger.

ross gives her a sickly sweet smile in response and waves a cheery goodbye. then he turns around and walks away from the window, a pep in his step. it makes her brain go into emergency mode, funnily enough—anger eating away at the sane parts of it, no doubt!

the greater marigold’s is in a bit of an uproar today. suspiciously enough, everything seems to be going on normally across the street at (the inferior) marigold's. she immediately runs for her binoculars.

a collective sigh runs through the other baristas at the sight of it, but she does not have time for these trifles. she has to get to the bottom of something.

and there they all are, just as she suspected. big, ripe, orange, and double in quantity. the pumpkins that marigold's stole from the greater marigold's. or rather, the pumpkins that ross stole from her.

she’s sure of it.

she shifts her gaze to the window of the bakery. might as well get some additional spying done. and she sees him—already there—matching binoculars in hand. it’s like they are mirrors of each other. they might as well be.

for the better part of a year, she and ross have both been working hard towards being the head baker of their respective bakeries. no one has come out and said the words, but they both know it’s a race to the finish line. just like everything else.

that’s when she realises, this is her chance to step up and take charge of the situation. she can survive another day without murdering ross, but the bakery can’t survive without pumpkins. not on a beautiful autumn day like this.

her eyes narrow as she furiously begins to type, her coffee getting colder by the second in its cosy little mug. it can wait. this, however, cannot.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: thief! stop stealing our fucking pumpkins, you… you ghoul!!

there. that should fucking show him. with much satisfaction coursing through her veins, she reaches for her coffee, breathing in the rich aroma, dreaming of the first delicious sip when the laptop pings.

an email pops up.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: thief! ghoul? cute. stop stealing our recipes then and come up with your own :)

the coffee cup stills abruptly on its way to her lips, drink sloshing precariously while she gapes at the first email of the day. the one she’s just had the misfortune of reading—first the fucking pumpkins and now this. all before a single sip of coffee. the sheer audacity!

there’s the familiar urge to glare across the street, at the all too familiar glass windows, all the way to the man inside; the familiar urge to turn him into a toad with her withering glare alone. still, she resists, takes a dainty little sip of the coffee. it tastes like shit—likely the doing of the stupid email and the stupid man.

she huffs, fingers running angrily across the keyboard.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: thief! seems like you’re projecting? the recipe has been in our family for decades :)) return our pumpkins.

there. that seems sufficiently saccharine and sarcastic. and sent.

the next sip of the coffee she takes tastes better than the last, sweeter even, until there’s another ping on the computer. another email popping up. all the warmth in her belly turns to hot, burning irritation.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: thief! marco’s older. the recipe is his. :))) how are they your pumpkins? we paid for them

little shit! the smiley face in the email grates on her nerves. how dare he try to turn this on her?! he’s the thief, she mutters to herself, stomping her feet to the coffee machine and prepping for the day.

it’s bound to be a long one. shitty too judging by the lack of the pumpkins.

marigold's isn’t just a bakery, it’s an institution. and its head baker-to-be does not fuck around.

ross glances at the surplus of pumpkins in the kitchen. sure, they might not have needed that many, and sure they would have to give some away at the end of the day, but he knows the other bakery does not have any for the day.

maybe he’ll just work on a few more autumn recipes with them. he has no doubt they’ll taste just a little sweeter now that he’s seen the pure annoyance on her face—the way her forehead scrunches up, nostrils flared and the way her eyes narrow into what she thinks is a glare. to ross it’s about as scary as a little rabbit.

it’s adorable that she should even entertain the idea that it’s scary.

his boss, the older (and objectively the better) of the two brothers, can be dealt with. marco loves ross, loves all his recipes and the little tricks he likes to pull on ty, the younger of the two brothers. their rivalry is an enigma to him.

it’s not just sibling rivalry—not just healthy competition. there’s so much more to it that he’d never been told. all he knows about it is that there was a big fight, marigold's split up because of it, and now the world has the "other one".

but ross has decided, a long time ago, that he won’t be caught in the cross-fire of it. not when he can be put to much better use as marco’s right hand man.

he can’t resist sneaking a look at the modern, sleek bakery in front of theirs. everything about it is off to him—the slightly different font spelling out “the greater marigold's” in neat, cursive letters. they’re freshly painted too. not the chipped and slightly worn but comforting look he associates with marigold's.

she’s leaving the bakery in a hurry, ross sees. her face is arranged in a careful, determined look. he looks at the clock and smirks. nowhere on a monday morning would have enough fresh pumpkins to sustain a bakery for the day.

there’s a pumpkin spice haze in the air, ross thinks. marco even gives him a pat on the back when he sees ty throwing a hissy fit in his office through his binoculars.

ross thinks back to just a few months ago, during the summer—how he’d managed to sneak in to the greater marigold's when she was on her break, and purchased one of the last remaining lemon-caramel muffins that had been selling like hotcakes for the last two weeks.

lemon and caramel, he’d scoffed before biting into the giant thing, what a stupid combination.

and now he remembers the way his eyes had rolled in the back of his head, the involuntary moan he’d let out on the sidewalk. they were the best fucking thing he’d had all summer.

caramel, yes.

he’d make something with caramel.

had she been there in the kitchen at marigold's that day, she would have described it as heaven—the smell of fresh pastry, the blend of pumpkin and caramel. there’s a hint of cloves and cinnamon in there too, she would have thought.

mostly, though, she would have looked at the baker—at his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tattoos peeking. at the way he kneads the dough until it’s soft and fluffy. the painstaking concentration he displays while making the pumpkin and caramel filling, his dimples on full display when he tastes his creation and finds it has exceeded expectation.

she would have looked at him to study his technique, of course.

alas, that’s not how it goes.

by the time she gets back to the greater marigold's, sad little pumpkin in hand, ty is waiting for her.

“you’re my star!” he says, gesticulating wildly, shaking his head in disappointment. “how could you let that happen? no pumpkin desserts in autumn, it’s a shame.”

and it is a shame, she thinks. there were recipes she’d thought to try. something new and exciting just like her lemon caramel muffins from summer—something that would have made ty promote her to head baker on spot!

“our suppliers deliver to marigold's first,” she mumbles, but ty is too busy cursing at marco, muttering his name under his breath. she supposes her excuses and explanations don’t matter.

the problem isn’t the lack of pumpkins, the problem is that marco (ross) won.

“i’ll make sure it won’t happen again,” she promises.

ty takes one long hard look at her, then looks back at marigold's. she thinks something almost nostalgic flickers on his face then, but that’s a stupid thought, right? the brothers hate each other just like she and ross hate each other.

some gaps can never be bridged.

a second passes and ty rubs the bridge of his nose. “no,” he says, “it won’t.”

she looks down at the ground like a little kid that just got told off. ross… is going to pay for this. oh how she wishes one of those pumpkins would blow up in his annoyingly handsome face…

the rest of the day, it seems, is well on track to going downhill. she feels herself dying a little on the inside every time she has to tell a customer that they indeed do not have pumpkin spice lattes today.

yes, it’s not even noon yet.

no, they haven’t ran out.

we are so sorry ma’am.

something went wrong with the pumpkin shipment.

she should take that small sad pumpkin she managed to get and throw it through marigold's window, ugh!

in an hour their new trainee gets tired of dealing with people’s questions. “you can try marigold's for pumpkin spice latte, we are currently out,” he says.

almost in unison, a gasp runs through the other baristas. head after head turns to look at her as if she’s a volcano about to erupt. and maybe she is… the boy cowers, realising he probably said the worst thing he could have. she simply smiles at him—lips stretched over her teeth, canines visible—and turns to the customer.

“we are sorry about the lattes, ma’am,” deep breath in. deep breath out. you need to sound human, not like a growling animal, “something went wrong with the pumpkin shipment today.”

“they ran out of PSLs! PSLs!” the customer’s voice rises an octave higher, and ross smiles from behind the divider.

he’s busy making sure the big batch of caramel doesn’t burn, and eavesdropping of course… subconsciously, his gaze flicks towards the other bakery and the girl within. he wonders if she’s so angry the tip of her nose has gone all red, he wonders if she stomped back to the oven like he’s seen her do before.

ross stirs the caramel. it’s nice and thick now, smells delicious too, but his arms strain with the effort. there’s a thought that’s pushing around in his brain. ross wishes she could try some of the doughnuts he’s going to make. he wishes for a brief five minutes they can set the rivalry aside and he could spoon some of the filling into her mouth—watch her as she savours it, letting the sweetness linger on her tongue.

he wonders if she’d sigh and moan like he had after that muffin.

then he wonders if he’s lost his mind because this is a truly ridiculous line of thought.

he curses under his breath, stirring a little more aggressively than needed. why does she have to be so... infuriating?

it’s another hour before he has to let go of the doughnut recipe he’s been working on all afternoon. all of it needs to chill in the fridge for a few hours, he can’t hurry it in his excitement. the doughnuts need to be perfect. not because of her, of course—he isn’t making them for her—but because marco expects nothing less.

besides, the satisfaction of one-upping the greater marigold’s, of seeing that familiar look of frustration on her face when she realises her defeat, would simply be a sweet little byproduct.

there’s a quiet little ping the moment he closes the fridge behind him.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: thief! 1) we were going to pay for them before you hoarded them with your grubby little fingers. 2) marco can keep his stuffy old recipe, ty’s is better anyway :)))) 3) you suck.

ross blinks. then looks across the street and blinks some more. try as he might, he can’t seem to fight the smile that worms its way onto his face. try as he might he can’t stop his brain from conjuring up images—of her sitting in front of the computer, nose scrunched, fingers typing furiously.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: thief! think about my fingers a lot do you? at least try my recipe before bashing it.

her cheeks are about as red as the apples in the kitchen, she’s sure of it.

think about my fingers a lot do you?

no she fucking doesn’t! she never has and never will! what’s it to her if he uses his big hands with the slender fingers to knead the dough until it’s soft and fluffy? what’s it to her if he uses his toned arms to lift up heavy bags of flour and sugar and cocoa? what’s it to her if he does anything inside that stupid bakery of his?!

she huffs, ready to fire off a reply of her own, when the second line of the email finally registers in her brain.

at least try my recipe before bashing it.

why should she? it’s going to be rancid and possibly full of rat poison or laxatives or something. she’s sure of it. she turns her nose up at the email, primly clicking out of the tab.

she won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it affected her even a little. she won’t give him any satisfaction at all.

it works for a bit—working in the kitchen and taking up more jobs than necessary—it distracts her for a good few hours. the sun makes its slow descent west, dousing the bakery with warm golden light.

this is one of her favourite things about the greater marigold’s—how everything turns golden at a certain time of the evening when the waning light of the sun touches it. she even likes to sit by the window for a small break then, sipping on whatever drink she fancies, munching on a small croissant maybe.

that is until she sighs into her mug of hot chocolate, and opens her eyes to ross grinning at her from across the street. she narrows her eyes at him, his smile turns brighter, almost a laugh now.

he has dimples, she realises for the millionth time. and just like every other time, her lungs stop working for just a second.

ross lifts up a finger to his mouth and taps above his lip. she frowns, and then mirrors his action, mortified when the finger comes back soaked in chocolate and cream.

shit. he saw her with a chocolate moustache like a fucking toddler!

her face flushes. ross laughs, and laughs harder when she sticks his tongue out at him. she does something wholly unfamiliar then, something that goes so much against her instincts that it feels alien for a moment; but she studies him, studies his face and the tray in his hands filled with delicious doughnuts that aren’t even baked yet and still they look so mouth-watering.

at least try my recipe before bashing it.

should she take him up on his offer?

ross quirks an eyebrow when he catches her looking, equally as interested in her as she is in him at the moment. then his eyes slide to the door to marigold’s and back to hers. a silent invitation. he means it then—his offer is genuine.

and try as she might, she can’t get herself to ignore the doughnuts and their maker.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: poison how do i know they’re not poisoned?

ross laughs—no, he actually guffaws when the email comes through. two email chains in one day… anyone else might have thought there was something there. not him though. he can’t be thinking things like these…

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: poison if they were, would i tell you?

he looks across the street at the other bakery even though he can’t see her. the sun’s properly gone down now, the twilight giving way to the night. there are more people milling about the street—going home from work or out on an evening stroll. ross looks at the window and smiles fondly.

the image is burned in his head now—her sitting by the window, upper lip coated in chocolate and head thrown back mid sigh. fuck, he had no business staring at her the way he had. no business teasing her about the moustache or inviting her to marigold’s again!

and even now, ross can’t help but imagine the expression on her face—the suspicious squinting of her otherwise huge eyes, the subtle jutting-out of her bottom lip.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: poison at least this email thread would serve as evidence if i died

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: poison so you’re taking me up on my offer then

ross holds his breath as the email whooshes out of his inbox and into hers. who knows how long it will stay there? what if she just decides not to respond and leaves him hanging?! but his heart lurches in his chest when the inbox refreshes, one unread email at the top.

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subject: re: poison my shift ends in 15

he fidgets for fourteen minutes and fifty-seven seconds of it, only getting himself together when the bells chime and he sees her looking around, a little lost. her hair is no longer in a bun, instead it hangs down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. ross clears his throat and instantly gets her attention.

he leans against the counter, arms crossed. the stance is meant to be casual, cool and aloof, and yet he doesn’t miss the way her eyes quickly graze over his biceps, over his forearms. how interesting…

“you came,” ross says, his voice laced with more surprise than he intended.

she hums, and there’s no judgement behind it—just a hint of that exasperation that may or may not be the teasing kind. “had to check out the competition, didn’t i,” she says coolly, walking toward the tray that still sits on the counter.

ross watches her as she takes marigold’s in. has she never been in here before? granted he’s only been to the greater marigold’s only once—to sneakily eat her muffins. shit, he’d have to erase the cctv before marco realises and goes ballistic.

he watches her with baited breath, waiting for her to finish her inspection.

“your bakery’s empty,” she notes, and ross looks around as if realising that for the first time.

he shrugs. “we close an hour before you do.”

she nods, then gestures towards the tray on the counter. he can practically see the gears turning in her head, sense more of the questions that he’s about to be asked.

“what’s in it?”

“caramel,” he answers without missing a beat.

“and?”

a shit-eating grin. “pumpkins…”

she falters a little, fighting the tiny smile on her face.

“and…?”

“usual doughnut things?”

she levels her stare at ross again. it’s a bit of a shock then—of course it is. he’s never been in such close proximity to her. the closest they’ve come before this when the brothers got into a heated argument in the middle of the street and their respective staff had to drag marco and ty back to their offices. he remembers how she’d scoffed at him then, sticking her tongue out as if that were the epitome of a good burn.

it’s also a bit of a shock to him because in the warm, golden lighting of marigold’s, ross can see the precise colour of her eyes (so much different than he’d thought), the exact shape of them and their intensity.

he looks at her and, perhaps for the first time, realises just how much he enjoys looking at her.

“don’t be smart with me,” she holds up a finger, threatening.

then the finger pokes him in the chest. “laxatives?” she asks.

ross frowns. “no—”

“ooh, i get it. salt instead of sugar.”

“uh—”

“too much cinnamon? wait, wait, cayenne pepper instead of cinnamon!”

ross watches her, amused, as her brain spits out idea after idea—all outlandish, all highly improbable. she’s halfway through guessing uranium (???) when he lightly grabs her by her elbow, halting her mid-sentence, and stuffs the doughnut in her open mouth.

his finger touches something incredibly soft then—her lip, he realises with a mix of every emotion he’s ever felt. and thrill. so much thrill. his thumb is touching her bottom lip, lingering there, even though he should have pulled his hand back moments ago.

she’s probably thinking along the same lines because her gaze dips down—first to the doughnut, half in her mouth and half out, and then to his hand, still by her lips. and then she bites down.

ross waits. one beat, then another, then another.

time slows as she chews, swallows and then, just as he’s about to be impatient and demand she tell him how they are, she licks her lips. right over the spot his fingers so briefly touched.

involuntarily, ross shivers, gripping the countertop just a little.

“so?” he asks, his voice just a little hoarser than before. “are they poisoned?”

she doesn’t answer immediately, letting the silence hang thick between them. she just takes another bite, this time on her own accord, and closes her eyes as she chews, making a show of it. ross doesn’t realise he’s practically gawking until her eyes snap open, and she finally speaks.

“no,” she says slowly, dragging the word out, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “but they’re dangerous.”

he blinks. “dangerous?”

she swallows another bite and nods, stepping just a little closer, closing the distance between them. “quite addictive,” she says in a low voice, the teasing evident, as if she’s revelling in the way his face flushes ever so slightly at her proximity.

ross huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “you’re terrible.”

she doesn’t bother answering that. instead, she finishes the doughnut in two more bites and then swipes another one from the tray. he tries not to notice the warmth that blooms in his chest.

“they’re inspired by you,” he admits shyly, finally allowing himself to pick up a doughnut and taste it. and yeah it’s fucking good! it’s better than when he’d tasted just the filling earlier today.

“me?” she points to herself, voice muffled.

“your lemon-caramel muffins from this summer.”

she ahhs in understanding, remembering the baked delights from just a few months ago, before her eyes narrow in suspicion. “when did you try them?”

ross gives her an easy smile. “i snuck in when you were on your break.”

she gasps, ever dramatic. “so you are a thief!”

ross throws his hands up. “i paid for them!”

“if i knew you were buying i would have charged double,” she challenges, standing on her toes all the way to look down his nose at him. not that it works much—he towers over her regardless.

ross steps even closer, bending down, his voice deep and soft like he’s confessing a secret. “i sweet-talked the barista, gave her a smile, and she gave them to me for half off.” and then he erupts into laughter as her face goes slack and then indignant and then finally pouty.

“a thief and a flirt!” she accuses.

“only one of them,” he concedes.

for a moment, they both just stand there, the tension between them crackling like electricity in the warm light of the bakery. he’s fully aware now—how close she is, how she smells faintly of vanilla and spice, how her eyes are much more alive than he had ever realised before. and she’s watching him too, her gaze flickering between his eyes, his lips, and back again.

it’s a moment. they’re having a moment.

but then something happens—errant noise from the traffic, or creaks of the old building, or one of the million things that could have happened—and the moment is over. she steps back. fidgeting with her hands.

then, as if thinking twice about it, swipes another doughnut.

“thanks for these,” she holds it up, smiling in earnest. “i’m glad i got to taste them.”

“me too,” he nods, still just a little breathless.

“i should go,” she mentions, lingering a little.

“mm-hmm,” he nods. she’s right, it is getting a little late. he has no idea how far away she lives or how long it would take her to get home or if she has plans she’s getting late for.

“right then,” she slaps a hand on the counter and then turns on her heels, brushing past him, her shoulder grazing his arm as she makes her way to the door. ross’s body tingles from the touch, and he watches her go, follows her out of the bakery just because.

she looks to the right once, then left and right again, before crossing the street. halfway through though, her steps falter. ross seizes the chance.

“oi!” he calls out and she turns, dazzling him with a brilliant smile, warm enough to stave away the late september chill in the air. “see you around?”

she swallows hard. “yeah,” she breathes out.

it’s a crisp autumn night when their eyes meet across the street. ross’ heartbeat quickens, and his palms start to sweat just a little.

#autumn fics #seasons #the 1975 #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #ross x reader #ross x you

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amberkoyuki · 7 months

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Beauty and the beast.

★star of the show: 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔴𝔞★

𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓐𝓤 <3

Warnings: MDNI ,Sex with a stranger, smut,

The beast was an ancient tale of the kitsune. The last one. His kind had been killed off long ago. He was in a big Castle. He protected that place with his life.

You had ran away from home due to abuse 3 years ago. You'd gone to family, friends nobody had accept you so You ran through the enchanted forest, it was a bad storm today. you a sea nymph fairy (so like Melanie Martinez) an extremely pretty nymph standing at 4'9 you were the tiniest creatures after dwarfs.

You had entered the castle and out your bag down only planning to stay till the dorm ended. When something grabbed you by your neck and pinned you against the wall. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE" his tone showed no mercy he had planned on killing you. "A sea nymph with wings?"

He noticed a your wings were broken.. That's when he let go of you.. He forced you to turn around so he could examine them.. "What happened?" You explained to him the abuse you were going through when you lived with your family

"You can stay here under one condition." You looked at him. You were willing to do anything to find anywhere to stay. "You bare my children." You thought the kitsune was joking but based on his tone you knew he wasn't. "can you do that for me." You nodded. You knew nobody else would accept you..

He had ran a hot bath for you and made you food while he went to set the room for the night. You sat in the warm water just relaxing.. It was so comfortable but you needed to wash yourself. After you finished you wrapped a towel around you and ate the food he had left for you. He had made you. A salad ,steak ,and mashed potatoes with gravy after a while the kitsune came looking for you and saw your half eaten meal "are you going to finish that?" You shook your head.. You weren't hungry after eating a bit.

You both were dancing in the ball room.. It was a slow dance.. You'd watched rich people do it a lot so you knew how to dance he was being slow with you "your the first human to accept me.."

"I lost my mother and younger siblings only leaving me and my they hunted everything I loved Down.. I yelled at my Younger brother rand said some horrible things to him.. We split up after that.. I regret every rude thing said to him that night.. Because I haven't seen him since" you felt bad for him.. this why he attacked everyone.. They took everything he had ever loved. "I'll stay with you I promise!"

"Don't lie to yourself." He said n with a frown. He wanted to trust you but couldn't at the same tome. "I'm not lying I promise" you said sweetly "sweetling. Why are you so trusting"

The kitsune led you to his room "I never got your name nymph." You told him your name. He looked st you in surprise "your name is very pretty.. Just like you" you liked what he said but it was also very unexpected of him to say that because he had tended to have a cold and mean demeanor "I'm Sanemi. Sanemi Shinazugawa"

He shoved you onto his bed and opened you wide. He got onto the floor and pushed his head under your dress..you winced when you fled his tongue kicking your cunt for the first time. This was a new sensation for you so you were moaning like a complete bitch.

"S—SANEMI..~" you moaned and whimpered till he finally spoke "yes my nymph?~" "p—please.. This is my first.. Time" he removed his head from underneath your dress "really!" You nodded in embarrassment "I'll make you feel so good sweetling!~" Sanemi pushed 4 fingers into your cunt and you moaned out loud. He put both your legs on his shoulders. Every time you came he was eat it all up. It was an addiction to him.. All that cold be heard where your screams of pleasure.

Sanemi sat on the bed and placed you on your stomach so you could give him a blow job.. He grabbed the back of your head and bobbed you on and off his cock.. It was a quick pace that you were bobbing on and off his dick he had came in your mouth a few times..

(EYY I'LL CONTINUE WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT IM TIRED NOW <3333)

#kny x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #kny sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #shinazugawa sanemi #kny #kimetsu no yabia #demon slayer #Amberkoyuki

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Be kind to us Leah. terms of Endearment is too good but please, be nice to us.

I make no apologies for this because I actually think it fits the whole fucking aesthetic of who I am as an author and this is the type of shit you come here for. So read up Bitches. Masterlist linked here.

Angst Ahead!

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“Listen—“ Bradley squinted as he levelled with the two-year-old who sat in her high chair with her pouty bottom lip and watery eyelashes. Bradley swore he could get lost in the colours her eyes exhibited—slightly different shades of blues and greens and browns depending on what mood she was in.

Dot Dolan had been ripped away from her Christmas morning shenanigans playing with her abundance of new toys in favor of a quick breakfast. To you and Bradley this made perfect sense—for Dot? It was child cruelty.

“Nnoooooo—!” She cried as Bradley placed some cut up banana on her plate. Slicing the potassium rich fruit with a butter knife against the pad of his thumb. Rolling his eyes at the tantrum beginning before him. “Nooo—!!”

“Okay look, it just isn’t that deep alright?” Bradley chuckled as Dot tried to escape from her high chair, kicking her legs and crying her little heart out. She just wanted to play, he got it, after all it was Christmas morning. “Hey, okay now that's a little extreme don’t you think?”

“Wanna play! I wanna play Tooster I wanna play—!” She was getting outta hand. A little tornado erupting before him as banana chunks came flying at his face before falling to the floor. But Rooster was calm, cool and collected as he picked the chunks up and looked your daughter in her heterochromia ass having eyes and made a square deal. One that to him seemed a two year old would agree on.

“This isn’t up for debate Dot, I’ll eat my pancakes and you eat yours, mums gotta have a shower and when she comes back she’ll expect us to both be finished.” Sipping on the coffee he’d poured himself far too long ago for it to be enjoyable—Bradley broke apart the freshly cooked pancake just enough so Dot could use her fingers to pick up the pieces. “I’m sure if you eat all your breakfast like the good girl I know you are, mum will let you take one of your toys to lunch? Sound fair?”

Dot looks at Rooster who’s looking at her. Did he just unintentionally enter a staring competition with a two year old? He isn’t sure—but to his surprise she nods softly and picks up a piece of cut up pancake while she dries her crocodile tears.

“Otay Tooster—“ She got her way. Kinda.

“Atta girl.” Before Bradley could sit back and enjoy his own stack of pancakes, his phone is sounding off on the kitchen bench. Jake's name appears along with the stupid icon of his. Bradley doesn’t hesitate, knowing it was probably just a checkin call and well wishes for the holidays.

“Hey man, Merry Christmas!” Rooster beams through the phone. “How’s Austin?”

“How serious are you about Y/n?” Jake avoids the seasonal question and jumps right into the reason he was calling. Hiding from the rest of his family in his childhood bedroom contemplating jumping on the next available flight back to California. “I know I’ve been messing around and egging you on but I need to know how serious you are about her.”

“Is everything alri—“ Jake isn’t playing games anymore. He’s panicked and can’t stop thinking about the worst possible outcome. He needs to get back to you as soon as he can, even sooner if Bradley wasn’t all in.

“Just answer the fucking question Bradshaw!” Bradley here’s the way Jake's voice breaks on the other side of his phone. Something is wrong. “I don’t wanna ask you to help if you aren’t one hundred percent in this for her and Dot, I’m done messing around man—do you love her or not?”

Rooster knows something serious must have happened, he’d never heard Jake sound so agitated and serious before. But when it was about you and Dot he’d put himself on the line. He’d risk it all, but if Bradley wasn’t in this he needed to leave now and cut the crap before he got too involved. Too invested.

“I do yeah—yeah I’m as serious as I’ve ever been about anything ever, why? What’s going on?” Jake doesn’t answer right away because he’s holding back his own tears. He hates he’s this far away when you unknowingly need him to be there. “Jake? Hey man you gonna tell me what this is all about or?”

“Jaidyn transferred to North Island—“ Bradley’s eyes fall to the little girl sitting next to him in her high chair. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to protect her. “Penny text me yesterday but I didn’t see it till after ma mentioned she’s run into the fucker at the store.” Bradley still hadn’t responded, he was too busy listening and watching Dot eat her breakfast. “I already called Penny, we don’t think Y/n should find out on Christmas that he’s found her.”

“I didn’t know he was in the Navy?” Is the only thing Bradley musters up. His head is running through a million scenarios. All ending with you leaving.

“We went through the academy together, high school even, I just never thought he’d be stupid enough to pull a stunt like this.” Jake mentioned only briefly, knowing when he got home he’d have more time to explain the ins and outs. “He’s a fighter pilot, dunno what he’s doing here but if you run into a guy with the call sign Zeus don’t engage.”

“Zeus?” Bradley scoffed as he ate one of the banana rounds he knew Dot wasn’t going to finish. “As in the god?”

“As in Zero Effort Unless Supervised.” Jake explained. “He’s had the nickname since before the academy.”

“Do you reckon he knows she's here? Or if it’s just a really fucked up coincidence?” Bradley could hear the water shutting off from upstairs, you wouldn’t be long now.

“He knows, he fucking knows she’s there he has to know.” Jake sighs through the speaker. Kicking the stump of his childhood bed frame in anger. “I need to know if you’re in this man, she’s gonna wanna run again—I’ve got Mav on it but he can’t promise anything will come of it.”

“I’m in, always Jake—come on bro you know me.” Rooster knew Jake was only doing his best from where he was. It was hard for him to accept he hadn’t done enough to protect you the first time but he just didn’t know how bad it was. How bad it got before you finally ran. And here he was again, unable to protect you.

“Rooster—“ Jake's voice was stone cold as it came through the phone. “He won’t hesitate to kill her if given an opportunity.” Bradley couldn’t breathe, he could hear you walking around upstairs, getting ready for Christmas lunch. “He almost did, far too many times and the last time he damn well almost did.”

“Got it, I won't leave her side, I’ve got her Jake—“

“And don’t stay a thing until I get back.” Jake made sure to remind Bradley who sat stone cold at the dining table in his best friend's home. “If at the very least she deserves a good Christmas for once in her life.”

“She deserves the whole world bro, the whole damn world.”

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“Oh look at this.” Pete Mitchell had never seen a more wholesome site in his whole life. You and Braldey had just pulled up in the driveway of Pennys humble abode. Dot on Bradleys hip where she could be found most days when she wasn't in the mood to walk. Little lazy ass. It reminded him of Goose and the way Bradley would cling to his side at Dot's age. “That’s awesome Rooster–it actually looks like it fits too.”

“It's so cute isn't it.” You beamed as you carried the bag full of gifts you'd gotten for Bradley’s extended family. All neatly wrapped because you just so happened to have an excerpt teacher in all things gift wrapping. “Although I don't necessarily think it's foreshadowing her future career–but I'll allow it for now.” Odette was wearing her new flight suit, a small pair of Naval Aviator glasses to match adorned her face, her cheeky smile just made your heart melt as Rooster placed her down near the front door before she took off running inside. “I'd rather my daughter not risk her life for the thrill of it.”

“Get away, flying a jet is the most fun you can have with your pants on.” Bradley remarked as he took the bag of gifts from your hand before placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “You ready to get your not so traditional Christmas feast on Fix it Felix?” You had gotten your name sake from the movie wreck it Ralph. That stupid little cartoon fucker Felix reminded one of your old co-workers of your inability to just go with the flow. You always needed everything to be perfect and accurate. Get the job done once and right. If someone went off the books about anything you used to lose your shit. It was your head on the chopping block if something went wrong and the guys at your old posting never let you rest.

It was your way of trying to remain in control of something, anything. At home you were anything but. At work at least you could pretend to have your shit together.

“So ready, I'm starving.” Bradley had stuck to his word. He never mentioned the phone call with Jake this morning. Although you did mention he looked like he’d seen a ghost with how pale he’d gone when you came downstairs. “I should have worn sweatpants, I feel like I'm gonna pop out of my jeans already.”

Pete welcomed you with a warm embrace as did Penny before they both turned their attention to Rooster briefly as you tracked down your daughter. In the living room with Amelia.

“You didn't say anything did you?” Penny asked with a little more seriousness in her tone than Rooster was used to. It was rather jarring if he was being honest. “Jake said he’d spoken to you–”

“Called me this morning.” Rooster interrupted as he pulled her in for a hug, kissing the top of Pennys forehead as he did. A mother figure he’d craved since his mother left earth side to be with his dad. “What the fuck–I can’t wrap my head around it.”

“I'm gonna talk to the Admirals on Monday but I don't know how much that’ll do.” Mav explained as Rooster took his uncle in for a hug. “For now we keep it quiet, keep an eye on her and just play it off like everythings as normal for her as it can be.”

Mav spoke sense—for once Bradley thought. He wasn’t about to be the one to ruin Christmas for you. He didn’t wanna be the one who told you your ex was in town either. He thought it would be smart to leave that conversation for Jake when he got back. You two had a far greater history that Bradley wasn’t even sure he was even able to register the expanse of.

If anything, lunch was bliss. Penny had cooked the most delectable glazed ham Bradley had ever tasted. Pete had made something called a Pavlova—it quickly became your ranking number one dessert and every single one of you indulged in so much food it had you all sitting at the table with a stomach ache. But it was worth it. Oh so worth it.

“How's house hunting going?” Penny asked from across the table as she played with the last few mouthfuls of the pasta salad remaining on her plate. “Anything yet?”

“Not for staff housing no—but I mentioned to Jake that I might look at a private rental closer to town. Won’t be as convenient as something the Navy owns but still—he needs his own space back.” You explained softly, Bradley had been leaning back on his chair—arm around the back of yours as he sipped his iced tea, the designated driver of the evening. “He says it all the time that he doesn’t mind but I can’t help but to think I’m imposing, especially when he wants to bring his latest conquest home and he’s gotta maneuver around all Odettes stuff.” It was the gentle sounds of laughter that warmed your heart the most, this was what you’d missed out on growing up. The family affairs that just seemed so perfect and unattainable.

“Did I even mention Hangman through me out of the Hard Deck once?” Mav was smirking as he took a sip of his beer and leaned closer. “Tossed me straight out on my ass—“

“You couldn’t pay your tan old man, what else was there to do?” Penny cooed as she looked at her Fiancé, beaming with so much love and admiration for the man beside her. If she looked closely, Bradley mimicked the way she looked at Maverick, only he was looking at you. “You guys wanna take some leftovers from home?”

“Little bit of everything Pen, if that’s okay?” Bradley answered before you had a chance to politely decline the offer. He knew you’d say no. Never one to want to impose or feel like a burden. “Foods too good to go to waste.”

“So what’s on for the evening guys?” Maverick asked as he helped Penny clear the table, you thought now would be the most appropriate time to start the process of cleaning Odette up from her wild time. She had food all over her face, in her hair, on her clothes and mushed between her fingers.

“Nice one baby—did you actually eat anything or just played with everything?” You mumbled as Bradley chuckled.

“Got an invite for a few beers over at Fanboys place later on in the afternoon but I dunno if we’ll go. Might even just head home?” Rooster was talking to Pete but at the same time he was asking what you wanted to do. His fingers melding into your shoulder as you cleaned up Dot who you’d moved into your lap.

“Whatever you wanna do Roo—“ It was just so easy with Rooster. “Dot needs a few hours to sleep though so maybe we just take it easy for a few and then call round to Mickeys?” For a few hours there—Bradley had even forgotten about the ever pressing matter that your Ex was in town. “Or if you just wanna pop around I don’t mind.” But at your casual mention of maybe not going, Rooster tensed slightly, you’d felt it briefly before he was shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.

“If you don’t wanna go we don’t have to go—but we’ll either go together or stay home together.” Was all Bradley said before he was leaning in to kiss your temple. You hadn’t put a defining label on what you were—all you knew at this point was that you liked Bradley Bradshaw enough to let him into your life and he seemed to reciprocate the feelings you gave him. Which was an odd sentiment to think about—love had never been easy for you, hell you didn’t even know if you’d ever really been in love before. But there was something so easy about Rooster. There weren't enough terms of endearment in the dictionary to describe him accurately. “Also your daughter is a con artist, she’ll probably pretend to sleep and stay up planning my downfall or something.”

“You’re just upset she got her way this morning—don’t give into the tears, Bradshaw, she knows you cave easily.” You couldn’t help but to bounce Dot on your knee a few times as she played with the doll she got from Santa. The toy she’d selected to bring to lunch. The toy Rooster had said you’d let her bring if she stopped crying and ate her breakfast. “Don’t you little miss? You’ve got Rooster wrapped around your little finger don’t you?” You cuddled into Dot as she giggled and squirmed.

“She’s not the only one.” Mav smirked as he thumped Bradley on the back of the head. “I confiscated his phone the other week and you wanna know what he was looking up?” Pete asked as he stopped and turned his attention your way. Pointing the knife he held in his hand at you to emphasise just how much Bradley Bradshaw was down bad for you. “He was looking up if Broncos were safe for toddlers—“ Oh. Now that was precious.

“I was just doing my research!” A gentle hue of bright pink flushed Rooster's cheeks as he hid his face in your shoulder.

“On my time!” Mav laughed. “Never seen him so distracted before a run—boy can’t even fly straight on a good day, now he’s too busy researching car seats that fit a bloody Bronco to focus on the parameters being set.”

“Okay, do I need to remind you who saved your museum piece having ass a few months ago?” Bradley was quick to fire back as embarrassment riddled his veins. “Or do you wanna shit on me some more?”

“Well if you’ve offering.”

“Pete, enough—“ Penny broke off the not so serious fight Maverick and Rooster were messing around with. “Leave the boy alone, he’s got his priorities—at least it didn’t take him a million years to figure them out.” Your eyes grew wide as you tried to hide your smirk. Bradley didn’t try for a moment to mask the laugh that rumbled in his chest. His smile true and as authentic as ever. “Cut the shit will ya?”

“We better get going.” You sighed when Penny handed you a whole bag full of Tupperware containing all sorts of leftovers that would feed you for days. “Thank You so much for this Pen, you don’t know how much I appreciate it—never had a Christmas so perfect.”

“You are always welcome here dear, as is Dot.” Penny beamed as you stood and gave her a hug. It wasn’t long after that that you and Bradley were saying your festive goodbyes in the drive.

“When’s Hangman due back?” Mav asked, having pulled Bradley to the side as you clipped Dot into her car seat. Jake's car the vehicle of choice. It was just easier to take his than to fiddle around with removing and refitting the car seat. Although Rooster kicked up a hissy about it.

“Not till Thursday, but he said he might come home earlier since things have changed, I’m just gonna make up an excuse or six to hang around—don’t wanna leave her at home alone.”

“Good, good strategy.” You turned around just as Oete was bringing Bradley in for one final hug. “Protect your family, nothing is more important.” He whispered and that stuck. You were Bradley’s entire world now, you and your little girl. You were his family.

And he’d lay his life on the line for you if he had to.

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“Good Charlotte, really?” Bradley scrunched his nose as the beginning beats of Good Charlottes ‘Like Its Her Birthday’ played through the Bluetooth from your phone. “Y/n—seriously surely there’s a better song.”

“Nope!” You beamed as you turned the sound up, stopped at the T-intersection red light just a few short minutes from the turn off to Jakes street. “It’s now a classic—“ Humming along as you turned to see if Dot had conked out yet, she had. “She looks like she had a good day.”

“If I were her I’d say absolutely.” Rooster settled his foot on the break a little heavier, not wanting to move an inch as he turned his attention towards you for a brief moment. “Hopefully she remembers even just a little bit of it.”

“I don’t think she will, more for me though, at least I’ll remember it.” You couldn’t really remember a moment where you’d been so content before. You had your daughter who was just so perfect, you felt safe and able to be yourself after so long of just surviving. You had Bradley and Jake and all these beautiful people around you, finally. You felt home.

“Hey–” Reaching out for the volume button you turned it down before settling back into your seat. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“What's on your mind Fe.” You still hadnt quite gotten used to the fact Bradley wanted to know what you were thinking, how you felt. Those two things were never something that ever seemed like a priority in your last relationship.

“What are we?” It wasn't that Bradley was taken aback by the question in and of itself. No. He was just taken aback at how quickly and how softly and under your breath you said it. Like you were afraid to ask in case his reaction and answer was anything less than what you had hoped it would be. “I only ask because I wanna make sure I'm not reading into anything wrong, we just haven't laid out what we are to each other and I dunno–I don't wanna misinterpret anything.” There was a second of silence that filled the car and for just a millisecond you felt yourself drowning in it before Bradley shook his head and laughed softly. Not at you, but at himself. “What's so funny?”

“You want the truth?” He questioned as you nodded, although you weren't too sure if you really did want to know. What if Rooster was about to say he’d changed his mind. That he wasn't all in. that you weren't good enough or worth the risk. That as it turns out you were exactly what you said you were, a broken shell of a woman who was only just starting to see the glimpse of a light after being battered and beaten for years. That you, funnily enough–weren't actually worth Bradley Bradshaw's time after all.

“I'd appreciate it, all the cards on the table.” Again, the silence was so heavy it felt like the weight of the world had settled on your shoulders. Bradley was the first man you'd ever given the time of day to besides your ex. Maybe you had rushed things, pushed too soon. Fallen too hard too fast and it was all about the blow up in your face like you knew it eventually would.

Chuckling softly, Bradley shook his head as he groaned out a sigh, not in frustration or resentment. But in the softest of ways because he should have made it clear as day so much sooner. He shouldn't have let you get to a point where you had to ask what you were.

“Well alright then.” He began, still parked at the lights. “I've never been so unconditionally in love before.” Wait, what? Were you hearing this correctly? “The day I met you? When you told me to fuck off because I was being too loud and you were trying to sleep, thats when I knew I wanted you in my life.” You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “Which probably makes it sound like I have a beratement fetish, which just isn't true, but I just wanted to get to know you and when you started letting me in I started to see just the most amazing woman.”

“Rooster–”

“Oh no, no I'm not finished sweetheart.” You felt the heat rising in your cheeks at the term of endearment that so easily slipped past Bradley’s lips. “I can't get enough of you and all the weird shit you do, from the way you harass everyone about their upcoming services to the way you always move those goddamn shower heads in the changing room so that your hair doesn't get wet if it's not a wash day.” You couldn't breathe, did Bradley really notice the small things like that.

“I wouldn't have to harass you all if you'd just follow the service roster properly.” Mumbling under your breath you smirked wildly, so in love.

“And then there's Odette–” Oh. This was where the Penny dropped wasn't it. Bradley didn't want a kid that wasn't his–he was gonna say something like he’d date you if you were a mum wasn't he? That he didn't want the package deal. “And she is just the most amazing little girl Y/n, you don't know what I'd do to protect her if I had to.” Oh, yep. No that got you far too good. You hadn’t noticed you were crying until Bradley reached over to cup your cheeks in his hands, wiping the tears that fell freeling with the pads of his thumbs before he leaned in to kiss you through a sob that tried to escape.

“I've never loved two people more in my entire life the way I love you and your daughter Y/n, so hear me know when I say–come heaven or hell I am in your corner and I am all in and I don't know what you're comfortable labelling what I am to you and Dot but I'm here and I'm obsessed with you and if you let me I’d never leave your side.” Bradley was pouring his entire heart out so much so he hadn’t noticed the light turn green until the car behind him was honking at him to move. “Shit.” He pulled away and took his foot off the brake, accelerating so he wasn't holding up traffic any more than he already had been. “You don't have you answer me right now, I know you've been through alot and still haven’t told me everything but god I’m in love with you Y/n, to the point where I know if Jake didn't tell me how stupid I am every day I would've asked you to marry me by now.”

“Are you serious?”

“Where in that declaration of admiration did I stutter dear.” Bradley beamed as you sat next to him, soaking it all in with a smile so bright he’d never seen heaven open its gates in the form of a smile before. “You’re all I want, your daughter too–I don't think I could ever not love you both now that I've met you.”

“I want to say it back.”

“No– no you don't have to, and believe me I won’t ever expect you to but–” Rooster caught the sight of something that shouldn't have been coming his way in his peripheral vision. “FUCK!!” He shouted as he saw the car coming at the driver’s side, reaching out to throw his arm across your chest at the collision. Jolting you both as the car spun out in the middle of the intersection.

He had the right of way—he followed the rules, wasn’t reckless because he had such pressure cargo. But here he was. A bloodied nose with a horn that wouldn’t shut up from the airbags that had been deployed.

“Y/n?” Bradley crocked out as he came to, not sure if he was out cold for two seconds, two minutes or two hours, but the sound of Dot screaming in the back seat had his heart lurching out of his chest. “Hey, shhh—you’re alright sweetheart, it’s okay.” Bradley smiled as he turned to see if Odette was still in her seat. She was. From what he could tell? She was unscathed, just shaken. “Y/n, baby you with me?” He groaned as the seatbelt crushed his ribs. It had done its job a little too well if you asked him.

“Mmmhmm—“ You groaned as you slowly sat up, your head in the mess of a deflated airbag. Nose bloodied like Bradley’s. “What the hell happened?” You asked dazed before you heard Dot screaming again. “Oh baby, no no mammas here, don't cry, S’okay yeah, we’re all okay, aren't we Roo?” You asked, tears in your eyes as Bradley nodded. He was good. “I'm coming okay, it's alright, you're okay.” Odette was inconsolable as she screamed out for you, crying her heart out from her spot behind Braldey. Fuck if that car had hit you any further up the side panel theres no telling what could of happened.

“Don’t move, what if you’ve got a spinal inju—“ It came out of nowhere, but it had sent you against the window at a speed that probably wasn’t too good.

“My daughter is more important.” You snapped before Rooster could finish his sentence. It wasn’t a conversation you were going to have. You needed to get to your daughter, unclipping your belt, opening your car door, taking a few short steps around the hood of the car before whoever had so stupidly hit you was getting out of theirs.

“I’m so sorry—“ He began apologising as you focused on getting to Dot. “I wasn’t watching and—Y/n?” You knew that voice, that tone. Stopping in your tracks you met his eyes. The man who stood before knew in that moment he still held so much power over you because for a split second you stumbled. Catching yourself as panic rose in your chest. “Found you baby, I’m so happy I finally found you.”

“Jaidyn—“

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randomfanner · 10 months

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Karlach SFW Headcanons

WHY DOES SHE NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING BEYOND BECOMING A MINDFLAYER MAN

I just want my girl to be able to live on the material plane, as a tiefling and with her friends. is that such a thing to ask for?

Now, this is a no shit Sherlock but Karlach is a cuddler, a pretty constant cuddler once she actually can. Your bedroll/bed is no longer yours. You are sharing with with Karlach. Though sometimes, when she can get the others permission, she does go and crawl into their bed.

Wyll is the most common one for obvious reasons, however Shadowheart and Halsin do often get snuggled with and both of them appreciate it. Astarion, Minsc, Gale and Lae'zel do also get snuggles don't you worry.

She asks very nice. Also she brings Yenna to cuddle with her once Yenna gets more adjusted. Karlach is happy to keep the kid safe and this is the best way to do it with her engine under control.

Hands. Are. On. You. CONSTANTLY. Hips, waist, shoulders, boobs, ass- anywhere she can touch she is all the time. She loves to come up behind you and rest her head onto of yours if she can. And if you are taller than her well, she will just wait till you sit down.

Is also happy if you start doing the same. Hand holding is her favorite thing in the world.

Also loves to bring you to small alcoves to make you see stars whenever she feels the need too but that is for the NSFW headcanons~

Karlach eats a lot. Her engine burns so many calories she has to. In the hells she was given pretty shitty rations but they were filling and she got a lot of them... but actually food- oh gods she loves actual food.

Karlach does actually enjoy fancy rich food a lot. She didn't get to have it for long but when she was working under Gortash she got really good food. One of the untainted memories of working for that son of a bitch was when she was supposed to watch him at some fancy party and found the buffet. Karlach almost got kicked out of the party from how much she was enjoying it.

But Karlach loves when Gale cooks all his fancy wizard food and dishes from Waterdeep.... however if you cook she is always going to favor your food. Even if you are a terrible cook her sense of taste is pretty warped anyway.

Well Karlach does like fancy food, she is not one for fancy boozes. Always much preferred her good ole fashion ale to the expensive wines that Gortash would guzzle down. Though due to her time under fuck face she does actually know a great deal about fancy wines.

Before you got her engine repaired Karlach tried to bring you flowers once but they burned to a crisp in her hand. She was honestly so sad... but then she found a nice rock.

Karlach brings you all sorts of trinkets she finds, for awhile it was rocks, stones and treasure she could pick up... but as soon as she got her engine repaired she began to look around the shadow cursed lands.

When you were near Oliver she found the flowers Halsin mentioned and brought you one of them. Karlach is always happy when she brings you stuff but she was so, so happy when she could actually bring you flowers.

When you go to Baldur's Gate take this girl shopping. Astarion, Karlach and you on a shopping date to find some new clothing for the two of them. It makes Karlach so happy to be dressed in normal clothing again!

Karlach wants to dance with you. She loves to dance and well dancing with a partner has been a long time coming! Dhe will drag you into one of her silly little jigs, swaying her hips and giggling with you.

Pulling you close and swaying with you humming an old tune, perhaps grinding on you just a little bit but again, NSFW headcanons. Be warned she does step on your feet but can you really be mad?

#karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach x tav #karlach bg3 #karlach baldurs gate 3 #karlach x reader #bg3 #baldur gate iii #baldurs gate 3

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sh1-n0bu · 2 years

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✿ 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 ✿

Character: Vampire! Scaramouche x Reader

Warning: Blood, biting, nudity (but nothing too nsfw, y’all just open your button up shirts), cursing, angst, fluff, hurt/reverse comfort, gn! reader, Scaramouche might be a bit OOC here, Victorian!AU, a bit of everything lmao

no beta-read, we die like my will to live

first time actually writing on Tumblr low-key nervous ngl🤭

‘Whew, what a long day. But at least I managed to sell a lot tod-‘ hearing a glass shatter as you were closing up your tiny herbs and medicine shop was definitely not the way you wanted to finish your night. Your little shop was the only one that sells medicine in this small town without charging for extra moras unlike the big, famous ones the rich people like to go to. Everyone in this small town was forever grateful and respectful to you and your shop. Whenever your new boxes of goods would come, the people would always lend you a hand without you asking for it, and for that you were always grateful. So when your shop’s second floor window suddenly got broken in by a short man with a noble people clothes, you were greatly surprised. But now was not the time because he was bleeding and you don’t enjoy letting blood get everywhere unless it’s the small surgery room.

“Sir! Sir, can you hear me? Sir? I need you to get up so i can carry you to the surgery room!” shaking his shoulders while asking him basic questions, you definitely know his still alive because he still had a pulse. Before you can forcefully drag him like a corpse to the lower floor, the man yanked you down to the floor and straddled your waist.

“Hey! What do you think your doing?!” usually you’re not one for violence but if he was drunk off his ass and was thinking of molesting you, he’s got a rough, calloused hand to be slapped by.

“Shut up… I don’t h-have enough time… for your stupid babbling… nonsense…” before you can question what he was mumbling about the stranger tore off your cravet tie and had placed his mouth on your neck.

“You-?! Get off of me this instant you- Ow!” when you tried to kick him off, the stranger pinned your hands down and bit your neck harshly. You can already feel blood pouring out and it was not pleasant. Through all of your suffering the man was sucking and licking the blood off, almost like a depraved animal and you swore you could feel something akin to animal fangs penetrating your neck before your vision started to have black dots in the corner and you passed out due to blood loss.

—

When you woke up the next morning with a perfectly bandaged neck and your assaulter coming into the small attic room with something to eat and drink, you were ready to throw hands. It didn’t matter to you if he was some rich, snobby, nobleson or even the son of the queen. For all you care, this son of a bitch bit your neck so hard to the point he drew blood and caused you to pass out.

“Oh, you’re awake. Now before you start screaming your lungs off like a banshee let me explain myself first”

“And why the hell should I? You son of a bitch bit me like a fucking animal!” he chuckled at that. Now that you actually took a closer look at him, he was a rather odd looking fellow. There wasn’t anything rare or monstrous about his looks but, there was just something odd about him. And one thing you learned from years of running and managing a shop all by yourself is to trust your guts.

“Well you’re an interesting little thing. I have never met a human who reacts like you after what happened. But if you want me to explain myself then you have to keep your mouth shut little mouse”. You certainly didn’t like the way he referred to you. Like some kind of an insect, some kind of a toy that’s for his amusement who will later on get thrown away if he lost interest in you. But as long as he doesn’t get a centimeter closer, then you’re willing to cooperate.

“Fine. But if you get closer to me I won’t hesitate to smack you out of the window you broke last night” he laughed dryly at that. Seems like he was getting more and more amused by you and your choice of words.

“Oh, you’re an interesting one little mouse. Makes me want to keep toying with you like this. So little mouse…” he stalked closer to you despite what you had just said and leaned down to look at you right in the eyes. You didn’t like it. Not one bit. You wanted to punch him in his face and knock his teeth in but moving has never felt harder and your limbs has never felt like tons of bricks before. So you decided to challenge him and stared right back. The stranger’s stormy violet eyes seemed to darken and swirl. Getting uncomfortably close to your face he asked

“…Do you believe in vampires?”

—

It has already been 11 months since your run in with Scaramouche. Ever since he dropped the bomb that yes, vampires are very much real and not just some fairytale told by story-tellers and your parents to keep you awake at night you and Scaramouche had started some odd relationship. He would come by every now and then, through the door thankfully, and stay the night or a few in an exchange of helping you out with your shop. You would sometimes teach him a thing or two about herbs, medicines, wound treatment and he would talk about his kin and about himself if he feels like it. And on some nights, he would tear off your tie, forcefully pin you down and suck your blood until you passed out then in the morning you would scold him as he treats the bitemarks that he caused. It was a very strange relationship, the two of you had. More intimate than friends but not intimate enough to be considered lovers. Reading each other like an open book but also not exactly knowing what each other do or even enjoy. It was an odd line Scaramouche and you two were threading on.

The bells that hung above your hole in the corner shop’s doors jingled softly as someone came in. The medic knew who it was for this had happened all too frequently. A creaking of the woods sounded closer and closer until the person plotted down on the couch of the backrooms. Finishing up cleaning some jars and boxes, the medic saw the very same vampire they formed an odd relationship with over the last 11 months.

“How was the trip?”

“Fucking tiring” came the groan of Scaramouche. Snickering at his dramatic self, they handed him a cup of tea. The vampire gulped down the whole cup of tea, ignoring how his throat burned. Setting the cup down Scaramouche got up from his seat confusing the shop-keeper.

“Are you leaving again this so-?” before they could finish their question, said vampire began taking off his clothes. Tailcoat, tie, blazer, white button down shirt all fell down on the couch he was sitting on.

Coughing into their gloves, the medic turned their face away hoping to conceal the blooming red on their face, trying to forget what just happened from their memory. Now, the medic was no prude and they got quite used to seeing half naked people due to some harsh injury treatments. But no man they ever performed on was as good-looking as the hot vampire standing in front of them.

“W-what do you think you’re doing? When the shop is still open none the less?” bringing a hand up to cover the side of their face so they won’t accidentally look at his half naked form, the shop owner tried to cool off their face.

Looking at the flustered medic, the vampire smirked, a very mischievous idea forming in his head. Taking the hand that was covering the side of their face, the purple-head looked up studying every detail. His smirk widens when your face gets redder, loving how he was teasing you. His other hand came up to hold your chin, leaning his face in closer and closer to yours, until he suddenly pushed you down on the couch. The hand that was holding yours pinning it down while the other works on taking off your tie and unbuttoning your button down shirt.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing now?!” grabbing the hand that was stripping you, your [c] eyes looked at his stormy purple ones.

“I’m thirsty. I’ve been away for a week and i’ve only been drinking animal blood and those were fucking disgusting”

“Then why did you take off your clothes dumbass?!”

“They were dirty” he was quite blunt with it. After looking in his eyes if he was lying or not - finding none - you sighed and slowly let go of his hand, letting him finish with his previous actions. Now basically both of you were half-naked.

Fuck, the sexual tension is too damn much, why isn’t he biting? By now he should be on his process of sucking you dry until you pass out but he wasn’t. Instead he was just looking down at you.

Scaramouche’s POV

Oh fuck. He had you like this before but at that time he was too blinded by his hunger he didn’t realize just how damn ethereal you are. Gently running his hands over your tummy and up your chest, he noticed how you shivered and your breath hitched under his fingertips.

Then he looked up at your face, how you were biting your lips and red you were in the face. Your gorgeous [c] eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to bite you, to take your blood, to mark your whole body as his-

‘Oh fuck. This is bad’

When the vampire first met you, he only became acquainted with you just to quench his thirst and hunger but over time he had gotten attached to you as more than just bloodbank. Not only were you understanding, you were also kind, thoughtful, hard-working, intelligent and down-right intoxicating. Then he remembered the dream he had a few nights ago. In that dream he had you just like this. You on your back, beneath him but the difference was that you two seemed more… intimate than whatever you two have going on now. But right now, it wasn’t a dream.

It was real.

You were underneath him, shivering from his cold fingers, red faced, looking up at him with those eyes he fell for. Gulping, Scaramouche leaned down to your neck but instead of what he always does, he started placing soft kisses up your throat and to your chin. He noted how you flinched, shutting your eyes and how your free hand came up to his shoulder not being able to decide if you should push him away or not.

‘Fuck. If you keep being so intoxicating like this how am I suppose to give up on you?’ Scaramouche thought while leaving gentle kisses around your neck and shoulders, sometimes leaving hickeys or gnawing at your skin just to feel you flinch or squirm.

‘Do you have any idea how much I wanted this? How much I wanted you beneath me like this? Flinching and squirming, wiggling and moaning as I make you mine? I wanted it so much I even fucking dreamt about it. I want you. I want you so badly [Name], can’t you see?’ kissing up to your neck once more he finally bit down on the same spot he always bites, sinking his fangs deeper and more harshly just so he can hear you bite back your pained groans and squirm in his hold.

‘I want you. I want you [Name]. I’m a monster that drains someone’s life away and you’re someone that saves others. We’re opposites and yet there’s a saying that goes opposites attract. I know I shouldn’t but I want that to be true so badly’ after gulping down some he retracted his fangs, looking down at you just to see you staring back at him with your soft smile and kind eyes.This snapped something in him as he bit down on the other side of your neck harshly, almost as if wanting to completely tear off your neck. The way his mood changed caused you to jolt and yelp loudly in pain.

‘Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. Stop smiling at me. Stop treating me like a human being or else… I will fall more deeper and I won’t be able to let you go’ Scaramouche stopped and moved away from you, panting and licking his mouth. Both sides of your neck were covered in blood, old and new bite marks littering it while you were panting, trying to recover from his last merciless attack. The sight made him tremble. He wanted you. He needed you. But you weren’t meant for him. He was a monster, you were a medic. He was a killer and you were a savior. Maybe it’ll be best if he just leave you behind and run far away-

A gentle hand on his cheek snapped him out from his spiraling dark thoughts. Looking at you, you were still wearing the same kind expression.

‘You being mine could never happen. But i’ll cherish every moment I share with you as long as you’d let me’ leaning in Scaramouche started cleaning your wounds then softly kissing and leaving hickeys on your upper body.

‘I could never have you’ another kiss ‘but I can’t help but yearn for you’ another bite ‘so i’ll stay here. Right by your side as long as you’d allow me to’

‘I love you. But i’ll kill this feeling over and over again if it means you will be safe and happy’

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