#in the commoners vip lounge?

[novellafaire]

TWST BOYS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

Just some headcanons on what I think they would be like as boyfriends ♡

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle (here!) - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

• he may try to act suave and charming all the time, but in reality he’s just clumsy in a cute way

• he gets flustered super easily

• you give him any compliment and his cheeks are already dusted with pink

• then he’ll cough to cover it up and regain his composure

• definitely tried to draft a contract for your relationship, but only cause he’s still insecure and that’s his defense mechanism

• he would never force you to sign it though

• dates at the Monstro lounge!!!

• you’re the only person allowed to enter the VIP room without knocking

• he’ll also try to subtly add items to the menu that are curated to your likes

• if you ask him about it though, he’ll deny deny deny

• he’ll also give you discounts, but it will never be free cause he still needs to make a profit (that’s a lie, if you gave him puppy dog eyes he would fold instantly)

• loves to spoil you

• refuses to admit that you have him wrapped around your finger, even if it’s obvious to everyone else

• he would do anything for you

• except show you his octopus form

• he’s still really insecure about it, and even though he knows you won’t judge him, he can’t help but worry

• he might at some point show you, it’ll just take a lot of time for him to get comfortable with the idea

• once he does though, it means he has a lot of trust in you

• he does tend to get jealous easily, but only because his insecurities get to him

• so when that happens, just reassure him that he’s the only one you have eyes for

• speaking of which, he loves it when you praise him, even if he does get flustered

• your appreciation means the world to him

• arguments do happen occasionally, but often times they’re more full of snide remarks and sarcasm rather than anything explosive

• they mainly happen because of stress; so all you guys’ need is some alone time before you reconvene and communicate about what the problems were

• would help you study

• jokingly says you’ll have to pay a price though… which just means he wants a kiss or attention

• not huge on PDA only because of how flustered he gets — he wants to save his image — so he would appreciate it if you let him know before making any moves in public

• that said, he does constantly have a hand on the small of your back

• tries to be a gentleman, but may stumble

• if anyone messed with you or talked bad about you, he would send the Tweels after them, and rest assured that it wouldn’t take long for the perpetrators to be cornered into a very unfavorable contract

• the Tweels enjoy your presence

• mainly cause it’s easier to tease and fluster Azul when you’re around, so they find it even more entertaining

• they are both happy for their friend though

• hesitant to let you meet his family, only because they would pester him about changing back into his natural form

• he would also combust if they showed you baby pictures of him; no matter how adorable you would find them

• so you only visit after he fully trusts you and is comfortable with you — and that he’s shown you his octopus form already

• over all, he is a shy boyfriend who would worship the ground you walk on ♡

• he may appear emotionless most of the time, with only the sinister smile of his gracing his features, but he does genuinely like you

• will want you to join the mountain lovers club, or at least join him on his hikes

• just because he wants to spend more time with you, and it’s doing something he’s passionate about

• which, he will talk to you about mushrooms as much as you’ll let him

• he’ll even show you his terrariums

• he isn’t prone to jealousy, but usually there’s no need for him to feel that way since people usually don’t flirt with you because Jade has his signature creepy smile that gets them to back off

• if they don’t, well then that’s on them…

• arguments aren’t common, because he’s extremely attuned to your emotions and will communicate with you about any issues

• even though he’s not known for his expressions, you’ll be able to read him extremely easily after some time

• which surprises him, but he loves it

• he will tease you, in what may come across as almost sadistic—

• but he never crosses the line

• he is very much a gentlemen

• therefore he doesn’t engage in much PDA

• but he will hold hands with you, or have his arm hooked so you can rest your hand in the crook of his arm while he puts his hand over yours

• he treats you very well

• whenever your upset, he will be solid at comforting

• gives you a shoulder to cry into, while also offering advice if you want it

• big on acts of service and will do what he can to help you

• usually people don’t bother you, but on the off chance they do, they’ll have to deal with both of the Tweels—

• and their punishment won’t be light

• Floyd likes teasing you but other than that he doesn’t really care too much about his twin’s relationship

• Jade would really appreciate it and love it if you and Floyd got along well though

• they are twins, after all

• Jade doesn’t care if you see his eel form or not, but if you want to see it then he won’t mind showing you

• meeting his family lowkey scares you—

• but as long as you prove to be loyal to Jade and that he’s happy, then they won’t interfere

•if you ever mention your interests, he’ll definitely look into them at least a little bit so you can talk about them to him

• over all, Jade is a very gentlemanly and calm boyfriend (who also has a sinister side—) ♡

• good luck dealing with this man—

• you’ll have to learn how to adapt to his mood swings pretty quickly

• but once you do that, you’re solid

• to be completely honest, Floyd probably saw you as just a plaything at first

• but then he continued to be happy around you, which is what lead to your relationship developing

• he is very chaotic; you’ll never be bored

• dates can be completely random with no preparation

• it’s always an adventure with him

• also be prepared for lots of hugs squeezing

• he loves having you wrapped up in his arms all the time

• which means he absolutely loves PDA

• he almost always has his hands on you in some form whenever you’re by each other

• he’s especially taken to leaning all his weight on you, so be prepared for that

• he also has a never ending list of nicknames he calls you — some extremely random and bizarre

• Ace and Jamil have mixed feelings about you visiting their basketball practices/games

• on one hand, you give Floyd a boost to actually put real effort into the game

• but on the other hand he’s even more chaotic when you’re around; and his whole attention is on you instead of the game

• Floyd loves it when you come and watch him though

• he is extremely prone to jealousy given his mood swings, and the only way you can really “console” him is to distract him and give him your full attention

• this also means the arguments aren’t uncommon, and they can be extremely volatile

• when Floyd’s annoyed or angry, it’s not pretty

• so it’s best to just let him cool off elsewhere, and then when he’s ready he’ll come back

• as long as it wasn’t a major problem, there probably won’t be much conversation or apologies said about it, you’ll just go back to normal

• that said, he is extremely protective of you

• if someone says anything bad about you, or dares to try to mess with you, best believe they’re in for a serious squeezing

• Jade will help sometimes as well

• speaking of which, Jade keeps a close eye on you

• he likes you well enough, but he really cares about Floyd so he wants to make sure you’re right for his twin

• you guys get along pretty well normally though

• whenever you’re upset, Floyd’s remedy is to trap you in a hug

• he has no issues showing you his eel form

• you don’t even have to ask because it usually happens when he forgets to take the potion/medicine

• you’ll have to remind him

• over all, Floyd is a very chaotic boyfriend who you’ll never be bored with ♡

[yan-lorkai]

Can I please get some headcanons of the octotrio being platonic yanderes for a m!human friend in Ignihyde? Maybe another student gets a crush on platonic darling and tries to romantically pursue him and the trio isn't having it 👀

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, platonic yandere, male reader, tweels being tweels and Azul's benevolence, stalking, implied death, food poisoning (not sure abt this) , possible spelling errors.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I love platonic yandere sm (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠), though being octotrio's friend can be quite isolating since everyone there are quite the possessive bunch.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Everyone knew that the infamous trio, responsible for locking people into unfair contracts, for giving people hope and then taking it away from them, had a soft spot in their hearts for you. A... Simple common boy from Ignyhide. Everyone knew that interacting with you meant long-term trouble, it was almost like putting a target on their own back, almost like offering to be squeezed by Floyd, being humiliated by Jade and trapped in a horrible contract by Azul.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ People could only wonder how you achieved such a feat; were you a childhood friend of theirs? Did you help them in any way? Did you make a deal with them? Despite the questions and curiosity, no one has the courage to approach and ask you, much less any of them, how the four of you met and became such good friends.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Maybe you don't realize the effect you have on them when you smile and laugh, and tell them about your day and what kinds of things you studied today, but surely other people can see it. Perhaps you are lucky to be charished, loved and protected, a target of affection, rather than hated by them. Many wonder what your life would be like if they hated you, but then again they love to speculate about you, Azul and the tweels.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But one way or another, you are good friends. You are always welcome in the Mostro Lounge, with the right to sit at the best table and Floyd is responsible for entertaining you with conversations about the latest news (news being which person Azul tricked that day or which person he was able to squeeze, things like that) while Jade prepares your favorite food and drink, and after a long shift, the three spend time with you in the vip room. They love to hear you talk, even if it's nothing interesting or cool in your opinion, it's like your voice is the voice of a siren, drawing them to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Mainly Azul. Among your small group he is the most possessive and clingy, and he loves to monopolize your time, asking you to join the gaming club with him so you can play games together. With him around there is a much smaller chance that a stranger will approach you with malicious intent.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, even with the implicit promise that if anyone got too close to you they would be completely slaughtered, someone very crazy still tried. And it ended very badly for him - not that you would notice his absence, you didn't seem to be able to notice the absence of several brief friends you had.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His name and dorm didn't matter - he's just an npc. What mattered was the way confidence seemed to dominate him as he walked the halls of Ignyhide, looking for you. There was a sweet smile on your secret admirer's lips and a mushy love letter to you because he didn't care who your friends were or how powerful they were.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The npc wanted to believe that everyone could be a good person and had good qualities. Certainly, despite his bad tendencies, Azul was as benevolent as he claimed. And… The twins could be… Nevermind, he can't think of any good qualities for them. He doesn't even know how you had make friends with these guys without shivering with fear, they can be pretty intimidating when they want to be.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He stops at your door, heart pounding, and raises a fist to knock. But the sound of laughter unnerves him, your laughter as the twins seem to amuse you with something he is unable to understand. The thought of giving up and trying again comes to his mind, but he ignores it, ignores his friends' warnings, ignores his senses to run and not look back and he knocks on the door once, twice, anxiously.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "Azul, you know you don't have to kno- Oh, hello." You stare at him not knowing how to react. But then your eyes light up in recognition and you remember that you share a time in the History of Magic class. You wave your hand to the twins for silence and turn back to face him. "So do you need anything?"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The boy could hardly speak. You were in front of him, wearing your favorite shirt, that cute smile on your lips, and he took a deep breath. "Oh yes, I wanted to give you this. It's… A love letter. But now that I'm here I think it would be better to express what I feel rather than let you read my awful handwriting."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A throat clearing. Azul Ashengrotto, Octavinelle's dorm leader is standing right behind him, almost as if he sensed something was happening, a charismatic smile on his handsome face as the octopus looks down at the letter in your hand, no doubt wanting to burn it. "My my, you're such a charmer, Yuu. I'm almost jealous."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You wave him off, looking at the letter and then at your admirer. "That's sweet, you don't mind if I read it, do you? I've never gotten a letter like that before."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But you're reading it before he's even replied, heart pounding in your chest as you read the paragraphs and sentences, not knowing how Azul looked at your admirer as if he was going to kill him right then and there. And the look only intensifies as soon as he notices how you are smiling, feeling every word, every feeling put there. You look at him after a few minutes of silence. "I'm glad that my smile makes your day better and that you think my hair is beautiful."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ From here how things depends on your reaction. Do you accept his confession? If the answer is yes, if you want to get into a relationship with him, the infamous Octotrio are not going to be happy about it. But they will accept. Or at least, you think they'll accept sharing you with someone else, the truth is that they don't and they won't pretend for long that they tolerate the presence of this intruder.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not when this guy can kiss you and hug you and get your full attention. When he can steal you from them, tell lies about them, try, and god help him if he tries, to separate you from them. And they won't let that happen, even if they have to break your heart and put the pieces back together later, once your little boyfriend disappears from campus and reappears dead.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ On the other hand, if you reject him, if you deprive him of your love and protection, he's still screwed. He made his move and now he must prepare to defend himself from the dangerous onslaughts of your friends, especially the twins who will love to torment him.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knew the risks. And the teachers won't be of much help, after all they know that the twins can be a little rough and rowdy, but that they are good students. Yeah, they wouldn't believe if he told them that their pranks include Jade serving him food with crushed glass, screws and dirt. Or that he follows him down the halls with that scary smile on his lips, sharp teeth bared, he can only think of those teeth digging into his carotid artery, he proceeded to avoid Mostro Lounge and you after this event - exactly as planned.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Or Floyd, sweet Floyd, who sometimes look like a scarf the way he wraps himself around your neck with those long, strong arms, never letting you escape his grip as he tells you childhood stories or listen to you tell your own stories. That same Floyd likes to toy with his prey, stalking him, making him feel terror and anxiety, before finally letting his hands be stained with blood. When he's done playing there won't be much to bury.

.⁠｡⁠ * ⁠ ♡ Azul, the kind Azul who knows all your secrets, knows how to help and offers you good advice, is responsible for coordinating every action. He knows how to use psychological pressure, he knows the perfect moment to strike and he feels no remorse as he watches your little admirer break down, as he watches him shake in fear. His only chance of redemption is a deal with Azul himself; that or a very unfortunate accident that will leave his family and friends very devastated.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And whatever his fate, you won't even remember the letter, the goofy look on his face, or meeting him that night. Azul knows exactly how to erase memories with a simple spell he created, after all you only need him and the twins. No one else is important.

[reallyromealone]

I just created a Fanfic in my head imagines one day Bonten goes to a nightclub to do business with the owner of another gang that also owns the club they go there talking about business and the boss of this gang calls a waiter and Bonten sees an Omega (Reader) and begin to feel a feeling for the little Omega thinking he's so cute cute adorable and small and they keep holding on so they don't attack little omega they can't get their eye out while little Omega goes to get a drink for them so the boss of this gang offers one of the club's prostitutes to them but they refuse saying they just want one thing the little Omega he gets a little confused but accepts then when little Omega we come back bringing the drinks His boss says now he'll be from Bonten and little Omega is scared Because he knows Bonten's fame for being criminals in godly and sadistic and is trembling with fear the whole car trip and they realize that and try to calm the little with affection and Sweet words

(I hope not to be a nuisance or is hindering you or something I love very much your posts thank you very much even a kiss and do not forget to settle and drink plenty of water 😘❤️❤️💗💗💕💕)

You're not a nuisance my dude

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The clubs bass was booming as Bonten went to the VIP lounge, seeing the leader of some gang leader that was making the waves in Tokyo "Ah, Mr. Sano..." The man said standing, having at least some common sense to show respect to the most feared man in japan and his executive's "waiter!" The gang leader called with a snap to the finger as Bonten sat down.

In came an Omega, short and cute while dressed in the server uniform of the club which was slightly formal "yes sir?"

"Get us drinks, be quick" the man said bluntly to the Omega who bowed, a soft expressionless look on his face as he did a soft bow and exited the room, neither the Omega nor the gang leader aware of Bontens heated stares burning into him.

"So what is it you want?" Sanzu said bluntly, the first to turn his attention back to the matter at hand, a cold expression on his face as to not give anything away to the lower being before him, the gang leader could hardly be called a threat.

Besides, Bonten already had plans to...remove them from the list.

When (name) got in to start his shift, be was tired as hell.

"How did your midterms go?" One of the dancers asked as he walked into the back to put his stuff in the lockers "I couldn't sleep because I'm so nervous about the results" (name) sighed as he switched into his uniform, it was a higher end club after all.

"Break a leg!" (Name) said softly before going out and beginning his shift.

He hated this job, sleaze bags thinking because he's an Omega they could just touch him.

'fucking pigs...' (name) grumbled as his manager walked to him "you're serving the boss and his guests tonight" the beta said with a slight glare, always slightly annoyed at any given moment "don't fuck it up or it's your head"

That didn't make (name) nervous, not at all.

"Waiter!" The boss yells with a snap of his fingers, causing (name) to rush into the vip section "get us drinks, be quick" (name) nodded, not making eye contact with the man before bowing and turning and leaving to receive said drinks.

As he stepped out he locked eyes with the darkest eyes he had ever seen, they were like black pearls.

(Name) rushed to the bar to get the drinks, not wanting to think of it much more.

"So, do any of my whores interest you gentlemen? You're free to take one if they suit your fancy"

They didn't want any of his whores, they found they only wanted the Omega.

"Give us the waiter"

Said Omega was now bringing in their drinks quietly, so delicate and careful with what he did and Bonten could smell the slight scent of (scent) in the air, no doubt from the Omega.

Bonten wanted to reach out to him, pull him close and feel his skin that was no doubt softer than the finest silks.

"Fine by me" the gang leader said somewhat confused but accepted it none the less, what was an omega if it meant getting into Bontens good books "oi you" the Alpha said to (name) who looked confused "have fun with your new owners"

(Name) looked horrified as he processed the words, his now former boss saying something about giving them some space to get to know one another.

(Name) looked at the tattoos and trembled, knowing exactly what these men are capable of.

He's seen the news after all.

Before him were the most powerful and dangerous men in japan and they stared at him with almost...loving gazes?

"Let's bring you home Omega"

The entire car ride (name) was shaking like a leaf, scent muted but you could faintly smell pure distress from the poor Omega.

And Bonten took notice of this very fast.

"Shhh darling, were not going to hurt you" Kakucho said nosing at the omegas scent gland "what's your name angel?"

"(N-name)..."

"You can call me Kakucho or alpha... Whatever makes you comfortable"

When touching the Omega, they felt sparks, a strange pull towards him and they found they enjoyed it.

(Name) could also feel the strange pull, his Omega practically screaming to touch them but (name) didn't dare, scared shitless "p-please let me go home"

"We want you as our mate, we can't explain why but we do"

"...can I still go to school?"

"...how old are you?" Takeomi asked slowly, hoping to god that this Omega wasn't a teenager "I'm (over 18)" (name) said softly and a wave of relief washed over them "so you're in university?" Ran asked and (name) nodded, fiddling with his shirt "our Omega is so smart~" he said sweetly, gently petting (name)s cheek, the men showering (name) with sweet words and soft touches to get him calmer.

(Name) let out a involuntary purr when Mikey kissed his scent gland, blushing heavily at the sound but the alphas just cooed at him.

"You can go to school if you promise to be our Omega"

"Only...If I'm the only one"

"Promise"

(Name) felt he didn't have much of an option, nodding and accepting his fate much to his new alphas glee.

[flowerandblood]

The White Flame (Part 2)

[modern! rockstar • Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader]

[warnings: sex and sexual tension, angst, harassment, swearing, fluff]

[description: Aemond is the bassist of the band whose leader and vocalist is his brother. The whole band decides to use the marketing and design help of their guitarist's friend. The story is an interweaving of domination, desire and slowly burning feeling.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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It's been a week since Bunny gave him the designs. The two of them exchanged a few words from time to time, but he felt that she didn't talk to him longer than necessary, even though she talked with Aegon, Cregan, and Momo all the time. It frustrated him and he wondered if she had sensed his intentions in the car that night and was afraid he might do something to her.

After a few days, he came to the rehearsal with a bandage on his arm, and everyone knew he had a new tattoo. He placed it on the outside of his hand, from wrist to elbow. Tuning his guitar with a cigarette in his mouth, he saw Bunny looking at him curiously, her gaze warm. She must have wondered if he had picked one of her designs.

After three days of wearing bandages, when he saw that everything healed, he finally took them off. He was sitting in an armchair reading a new composition that Momo had suggested them to play next, when he saw Bunny approach him timidly. She apparently noticed that the tattoo was no longer covered.

"May I see?" She asked excitedly, a wide smile on her lips. Aemond only murmured, agreeing, as he went back to reading.

Bunny sat on the armrest of his armchair and grabbed his arm, wanting to bring it closer to her. Aemond flinched as he felt the touch of her soft skin. She did it surprisingly gently, and he let her do what she wanted with him.

She moved his hand so that it was now above her legs. She bent over, examining the details of the tattoo. Aemond chose her version of the design with the snake encircling the dagger. He knew it was a common theme, but he liked her version very much. His gaze slid down to the line of her skirt. Between her and her long woolen socks was a strip of exposed skin. Aemond swallowed softly.

He placed his hand slowly on her outer thigh, on the fabric of her sock. His thumb brushed over her exposed skin and he felt a shiver run through her. She clenched her thighs. Aemond looked at her intensely.

He wanted her to look at him, but she didn't. She pursed her lips and swallowed softly. After a moment, she took his hand in hers, lifted it, and kissed it tenderly. Only then did she look at him, meeting his completely surprised gaze.

“It turned out wonderful.” She said and smiled, then got up and left the room to join the others. Aemond stared after her, he felt a vein throbbing in his throat, his jaw clenched. He sighed softly, feeling that, to his surprise, the brief exchange of touch between them made him hard.

On the same day, they played in one of the famous clubs, which invited them at least once a month. The owner was a great man and one of the first customers to support them. He let them have little after parties in the back of the club and entertain the guests if they wanted to.

The concert drew crowds, sweat, alcohol and a lot of energy hitting everyone straight from the speakers. Out of the corner of his eye, Aemond saw Bunny dancing with his sister, Helaena. She, Bunny, and Momo spent all their parties together, separating themselves completely from what they were doing.

After the show, Aemond felt he needed a drink. He sat in seclusion in one of the VIP lounges that the club owner had made available to them. He saw a cute girl approaching him timidly. She smiled at him and looked at him shyly.

"You played great." She spoke loud enough for him to hear her over loud music playing in the background. Aemond blew the smoke out of his nose without looking at her, flicking the smoke into the ashtray.

"That's all?" He asked matter-of-factly and only then looked at her. He saw her eyes, her pursed lips, her short dress. He thought for a moment, swallowing softly, taking the cigarette to his lips again. He thought of Bunny, her warm lips on his hand, her soft thighs.

He glanced at the table a few meters away. Helaena was obviously on her way home, standing in her jacket calling a taxi on the phone, Momo and Bunny talking animatedly to each other. Larys, Cregan's brother, was sitting at their table, apparently waiting for them to say goodbye.

He thought he felt this tension all day and couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and motioned for the girl to follow him. She jumped in excitement and followed him back.

She kissed him right away, even before they had time to lock themselves in the cabin. She smelled of some bland, intense feminine perfume. He was in no mood for affection.

He turned her back to him and she moaned loudly as he lifted her skirt and slid down her lacy panties. He thought as he unbuckled his belt, that with her dark hair and shapely legs she looked almost like Bunny from behind. He felt his cock throbbing harder at the thought. He put on the condon, looking straight ahead impassively.

The girl was breathing quickly, excitedly, she was already wet, although he hadn't even touched her. He entered her and she moaned loudly. He covered her mouth with his hand. She thought for sure that he didn't want anyone to hear them, but he just wanted to focus in his head on a completely different voice than hers.

He fucked her, his eye pinched shut, his breath deep, thinking that it was Bunny right in front of him, that it was her neck he was kissing now, that it was her warm, wet inside that surrounded him. He began to pant, feeling himself more and more aroused, imagining it was her scent he felt now, her hips responding greedily to him.

"My little girl" He whispered tenderly in her ear as he felt that she just had an orgasm, her moans muffled in his hand. He came hard, with a hollow moan, resting his forehead against the cold tiles.

"My sweet Bunny." He whispered.

The relief he felt gave way to disappointment as the girl turned her face to him and his vision blurred. He told her never to approach him again, not to write to him and not to look for him.

She gave him a resentful look as he closed the door behind him, and she hadn't even had time to put her panties back on. He left the toilet without even waiting for the her.

He went back to his table and was relieved that Bunny hadn't noticed anything. She was sleeping on Momo's shoulder, obviously tired, her friend was discussing something lively with Larys.

Mathylda got up, positioning Bunny so that she rested her head against the backrest behind her, said something quickly to Larys, pointing at her. She probably wanted to go to the restroom and asked him to take a look at her in her absence. Aemond watched the scene impassively, drinking the last of his whiskey. He felt completely empty inside.

He froze and felt as if he had been pinned down with something heavy, as he saw Larys' hand under the table go towards Bunny. He kept staring straight ahead, sipping his drink as if he were just sitting there, but Aemond could see his hand moving under the table. He wondered why Bunny wasn't waking up. After a moment he realized what was going on.

He stood up suddenly, furiously covering the distance between them in a few steps. Larys looked at him in surprise and took his hand away as if nothing had happened, but Aemond wouldn't even let him open his mouth.

He grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the table with all his strenght. Several people around screamed loudly, Larys howled, clutching his surely broken nose, which was bleeding.

"Do you like groping unconscious girls, Strong? Hmm?” He asked, gripping his hair tighter as the bodyguards pushed slowly towards them, Cregan saw from a distance that something was going on.

"I knew you were a fucking fetishist, but I didn't know you were such a piece of shit." He blurted out through clenched teeth, his jaw clenched tight, his eye full of anger.

Cregan ran to them, obviously dismayed.

"Dude, what are you doing, calm down!" He said, but Aemond pushed him away easily with one hand so that he staggered backwards a little drunkenly and nearly fell over. Cregan wanted to throw his fists at him, but stopped when he heard his words.

“Your little brother put something in Bunny's drink and groped her under the table. Right?" He asked, shaking his head, his fingers still clenched tightly in his hair. Laris shook his head.

"You can see she's drunk, I didn't touch her." He spluttered, but Aemond looked at the bodyguards.

"Check the footage on the cameras."

***

Cregan and Momo covered their mouths as they saw what had happened on the owner's laptop. As Momo and Bunny went to see Helaena to the taxi, Larys poured some drugs into the nearest glass, sitting with his back to the dance floor, covering everything with his body.

Then on the acceleration, Bunny and Momo came back, talking to him, drinking, and Bunny slowly began to slide down until she finally fell asleep on Mathylda's shoulder. Momo burst into tears when she saw this.

“I had no idea, I thought she was just tired. We left drinks with him because he's your brother, I tought we can trust him." She said heartbroken, gasping for breath as Cregan put his arm around her.

"I'll take him to the police. Mark, copy this video for me, we'll play it to them. Let him explain himself to our father." He looked at them, pale, tired and discouraged. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know he could do something like that." He said and left the room.

Aegon was lying on the couches, completely drunk. Aemond tried to wake him up, but he was just babbling and he gave up. Aemond and Momo carried Bunny to one of the rooms at the back, which was a kind of mini-hotel for all bands guests.

Momo knelt next to her couch and carefully covered her with a blanket. She stroked her head, weeping softly. Aemond watched the scene silently.

Momo went to sleep on the couch next to her. After a few minutes of crying, she fell asleep, tired and slightly drunk herself. Aemond was sitting on the floor next to Bunny's couch, watching her.

He thought that if he hadn't gone out to fuck that girl, he would have seen Larys put the drugs in her drink. He could have reacted faster, maybe Larys wouldn't even touch her.

He lowered his head, feeling a tightness in his throat. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. He could have taken the sleeping pills he always had with him, but this time he decided not to.

After a few hours, sitting in complete darkness, lost in his thoughts, he felt Bunny move. She began to breathe quickly, she seemed to want to get up, but she couldn't. Aemond turned to her and took her hand. She got scared and tried to get away, but he started talking to her.

"Easy. It's just me. Lie down. Larys put something in your drink." He whispered softly, stroking the skin of her hand with his thumb. He felt her whole body shaking. She was breathing unevenly.

"My head is spinning terribly." She sputtered, tears must have flowed from her eyes because he heard her nose was stuffy from crying. “I can't even get up, everything is blurry. I'm scared, Aemond."

Aemond pursed his lips at the words. He leaned over and kissed her hand gently.

"I know. I will stay with you. Try to sleep on, it will be better in the morning." He said softly. He heard her ragged breaths respond to him as if she were suffocating.

"Please, hug me." She whispered helplessly, he could feel her whole body shaking. Something tightened in his chest at her words and the sight.

He got up slowly, took off his leather jacket and boots, placing them on the floor. He lay down next to her on the couch. She snuggled up against him right away, clasping her hands tightly around his back and gasping loudly, as if she were drowning. She sobbed quietly.

He couldn't help himself and hugged her, squeezing her into himself. He immediately felt his cock begin to throb in his pants. He suspected she felt it, but her mind was too foggy to understand what was going on. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent.

His fingers stroked her head, playing with her strands. He felt her slowly begin to calm down, her breathing returned to normal, she stopped shaking. He felt her fall asleep again. Her scent filled his lungs completely. He closed his eye to the sensation and, feeling the warmth of her body next to him, fell into a deep sleep himself.

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Thank you all for such a warm welcome to the first part. I'll be away for a few days now, so part three won't be out until next week. If you want to be tagged, leave a comment below. ♥ Bold is for the ones I couldn't tag.

@zenka69 @melsunshine @opheliaas-stuff @chainsawsangel @iiamthehybrid @astral-blossoms @echos-muses @neptuneiris0

[duchess-kyuupid]

Doors or Wheels? [TWST]

It's time for the TWST gang to answer one of life's most weirdest questions. Are there more doors or wheels in the world?

[Not even a fic, just some crack on how everyone would react if you asked them this question]

Riddle: "What a silly question. Of course there's more wheels. "

Trey: "Uhm... Wheels, probably? When you add in gears, it makes sense."

Cater: "Oh? Hmm... I think it's gotta be doors, right? Hold on, let me go ask my Magicam followers!"

Deuce + Ace: Do NOT get them started on this again. They were already arguing about this last week and they STILL haven't gotten over it.

Leona: "Did you really wake me up to ask that? Well, herbivore, why don't you go find out for yourself with that smart brain of yours? Go count them."

Jack: "Doors, probably? Like kitchen cabinet doors. And there's a lot of doors around campus too."

Ruggie: "If you give me 500,000 Thaumarks, I'll go find out for you."

Azul: "Neither doors nor wheels are used very often in the sea, and yet you expect me to know which are more common on land? ... You can leave the VIP room now." The next day he walks up to you in full confidence and says, "Doors."

Floyd: "Don't know. Don't care. Not in the mood. Now go away, shrimpy, before I squeeze you to death."

Jade: "Oh, please excuse his rudeness. Azul just rejected his idea to refurnish the Lounge with string lights. In any case, I believe the answer would be wheels."

Kalim: "Doors! No- wait, wheels! Oh, but what about- AH! I can't pick! There's so many of both! How can there be so many??"

Jamil: "Have you been drinking?"

Vil: "What sort of absolutely nonsensical question is that? Don't tell me you've been spending too much time around those Heartslabyul troublemakers, have you? You're better than that, little potato."

Epel: "Erhm... Why are you even asking that?"

Rook: He doesn't even answer the question. He instead goes into a long tangent about the beauty of figuring out the answer. He ends up writing an award-winning poem titled, 'The Real Wheel Before the Door' in which he lists every single item that contains either a wheel or a door in perfect rhyme (with some French mixed in).

Idia: "I don't know, ask Ortho. Now go away, I'm trying to grind for this limited-time gacha..."

Ortho: "Processing request... Counting all available doors and wheels within 300 meters.... Processing complete. There are approximately 3,247 of wheels and 2,489 doors on campus. With that in mind, I have computed that there are approximately 46.2% more wheels than doors in the world."

Malleus: "Child of man, are you asking me to go count them for you?" He thinks for a moment before nodding with a smile, "This must be one of those 'friend' activities that Lilia told me about. Of course I'll go count them. Hopefully I'll be back with an answer that will satisfy you, my dear friend." And he disappears. You feel bad that you asked him.

Lilia: "Oya? You wanna bet some money on it?" He says as if he hasn't already counted them before... Don't ask me why he did it, because I don't know either.

Silver: "There is an equal number of both. Probably."

Sebek: "WHAT AN OBNOXIOUS AND UTTERLY RIDICULOUS QUESTION. OBVIOUSLY, DOORS."

Grim: "I'd rather there be more tuna than either one."

Crowley: "My! You clearly have a bit too much time on your hands to be asking me such a strange question! Could you spare some of that precious time to do this thing for me- I mean us! For the benefit of the whole school, no- the WORLD! Thank you in advance, Prefect, I knew you were just as generous as I."

[withoutalice]

You wanted ask drabbles and idk like character limits so could I request a Tarnma fluff drabble?

Tarnma fluffyness <3

Word Count: 880

Warnings: none! just a really sweet date night with some sillies

Pharma had always dreamed of being one of those mecha, you know, the kinds that go to grand theater shows and masquerade balls and galas; he was made to be dramatic. Day in and day out it was logic and procedures and direction. He was a forged medic, very skilled at his craft, but he wanted mystery and allure in his life. At night he was able to listen to music, closing his optics and pretending he was lounging in a velvet VIP theater box seat, high above the commoners while indulging in the sweet arts of performance and entertainment.

Pharma sipped on deep red engex, enjoying the peace of his dark office. It was after hours, all the other medics had gone to their quarters for the night. Soon, he heard those familiar stomping pede-steps approaching. He continued nursing his drink, smirking when Tarn opened his unlocked office door.

“Here for your T-cogs?” Pharma sneered. Tarn cleared his throat.

“Actually, I had another request of you.” Pharma rolled his eyes. Tarn ignored it and continued. “Would you be willing to join me for a night?” Pharma hesitated.

“A night of what?”

“It’d be a surprise…” Pharma cackled.

“Hold on, you think I’d just…go?! With the terrifying leader of the DJD without some sort of plan?”

“I assumed, since you’re a flier frame, that you’d be more inclined to act upon impuls-”

“Of course I’ll go!” He snapped. Pharma muttered under his breath as he finished his drink. “Do I look like a square to you? No? Anyway, what should I bring…” Tarn paused for a minute.

“Nothing, unless you have a favorite accessory or other…polish you like to wear out. I’ll give you a few minutes.”

Pharma just opened a drawer and put on magnetic clips to his audials, and used a pocket polish for the corners of his optics and lips.

“No need, let’s go.”

Once they arrived at the location of Tarn’s choosing, the DJD’s leader’s air completely changed. First, he walked over to the side of the transport to open the door for Pharma. Pharma cautiously stepped out, eyeing Tarn suspiciously. After Pharma stepped out of the vehicle, Tarn took Pharma’s arm and servo, walking along with him, clawing servo on the flier's waist. Pharma blushed.

“I-is this some sort of trick?”

Tarn ignored him. They rounded the street corner, exposing them to a grand old building fit with statue-topped columns. It was obviously a theater hall meant to mimic old Cybertronian life. Pharma turned to Tarn in shock.

“How’d you-”

“I saw your collection of tapes and music, figured this would be something you would enjoy…” Pharma was speechless.

“A-are we going to a real show?” Tarn smiled with his eyes and just continued walking down the street, leading the medic. Tarn picked up their tickets at the entrance; Pharma admired the art around the venue hall. 

“You know, I would've put on some better polish on if I'd known.” Pharma jested. Tarn traced the jet’s jawline with a thumb and forefinger admiringly.

“Oh, but I think you always look elegant…natural beauty is very rare.” He blushed again, shaking his helm out of the touch. The DJD leader put his servo guidingly on Pharma’s waist again; he leaned into the hold this time.

Tarn had not only bought them the late night performance tickets, but also seats in the VIP box. Pharma was shocked at how the tank seemed to read his mind, even when he was not around (or, maybe he was…he didn’t dwell on it). Still in awe of the scene, the jet let himself be guided into one of the plush benches, settling into the sound of the orchestra. Tarn watched his face; Pharma’s optics were wide, darting around, studying the architecture and categorizing all the historical pieces and art forms and musical numbers played. 

Throughout the show Pharma slowly started to lean into the leader more, but he never looked up at him. Tarn did his best to understand the show, but to be honest it really wasn’t in his style. He’d only planned this just to spend time with the medic.

Of course, on the way back Pharma did his best to explain his analysis of the story and the value of the original writing. Once they were back at Pharma’s work, the leader uncharacteristically made sure he made it inside safely; he waited at the doorstep for an extra moment.

“Sorry, I almost forgot…thank you. I really enjoyed…uh…whatever tonight was.” Pharma said sheepishly, opposite of his passionate rant earlier.

“What do you think it was?” Tarn rumbled. Pharma vented sharply.

“Oh…well. Fine, it was a ‘date’ ok. Are you happy with that?”

The leader nodded slightly. Pharma couldn't tell if he was blushing under the mask or not, but his body-language showed it was likely. The jet gestured to Tarn to come closer. He pulled the other’s helm down by the side of the mask, lifting the bottom just slightly up. He could feel Tarn's venting still when he kissed those scarred lips, even if it was just for a second.

“Goodnight, Tarn.” The tank adjusted his mask, eye’s still wide in surprise at the show of affection. Tarn cleared his vocalizer.

“Yes…goodnight – !”

The door shut loudly in his face.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I'm probably too late for free Monday but this idea came as I read your fae story from the other day:

The reader tries to trick a fae to say her name so she finally has a lover/ husband. Little does she know the fae had his eyes on her the entire time and just enjoys her trying so hard. He does take her as his wife in the end though

He was aware of you long before you had been aware of him. He had watched you from the overhanging VIP lounge above the common area, the dance floor and bar combined was packed. You’d been in every Friday night for just over a month, attempting to trick the fae into being your lover and husband.

You thought you were smarter than you were, or maybe it was you trying to win a bet you’d made with the friends you hung around with. You needed him to say your name, you needed him to verbally make the bond between you two and your time spent trying to trick him had been cute.

You were cute, adorable even, thinking you could have infiltrated the fae’s world without his knowledge. Lloyd Hansen would’ve put a stop to it weeks ago, if he hadn’t also had his eyes on you. He could’ve ended it, he could’ve swept you away on that very first night you and your friend group had been invited to come mingle with the other fae’s.

But…there was something to be said about being pursued that he liked. Lloyd Hansen held a great deal of power as a fae, mostly garnered through nefarious means, but power nonetheless.

All the fae here were powerful, they held different positions and had been searching for little human wives of their own.

Chris ran a gang, much like Lloyd did, only it was far more public than his own. Chris had been searching for a quiet little wife, a human who was as soft as she was bashful, someone who would grow to depend on the hardened fae as much as she loved him.

Scott was a lawyer, he was a damn good lawyer, and wanted a wife that could help take care of his two year old son. Scott, like Lloyd would’ve been, was not going to let just anyone around his son and he was particularly protective and choosy.

Nick Fowler and Ransom Drysdale wanted human wives who they could doll up, mates and lovers they could spend their countless hours with at home. A common factor between the two men since their families were shit and shit intensified.

Lloyd Hansen liked you. Lloyd Hansen liked the little human standing by the bar waiting for a shot to steel your nerves. You were trying to trick him, you were trying to win a bet or prove that you could win him over and your stubborn drive over the last few weeks was exactly what he wanted.

“She’s back.” Lloyd downed the drink, gaze stirred to your position by Nick and Chris’ announcement and bet of their own: how long would you or Lloyd last?

It had been just over a month, just over a few weeks that you’d come and tried just to fail again. It never stopped you from returning, never stopped you from cycling the same four dresses to try and seduce or entrap him.

Lloyd was going to make damn sure you never wore those same dresses again. He was tired of feeling the rough material against his skin when he passed by you to the private bar, after inviting you and your friends up. He was tired of the way the cheap material clung to your curves, when he took you home and made you how wide verbally, physically and emotionally, Lloyd was going to secure the best damn clothes he could for you.

“Is tonight the night Hansen gets a wife?” Scott jested, smirking at Lloyd over the rim of his glass. “Rogers will be so proud.”

“Rogers is too busy finding his own wife.” Lloyd watched you turn, driven by his eyes on you, a moment passing before he cursed. “I’m getting my damn wife.”

He took the steps two at a time, descending the staircase and crossing the floor. He came toward you in powerful steps, trapping you against the bar with hands on either side of you.

“Lloyd-“

“Desperate, sunshine?” He crooned seductively, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“I’m not desperate-“ he leaned against you, your chest flush with his, you faltering and stuttering.

“You’re not going back to that shit-hole you call an apartment,” He raised a hand and rest it against your neck, gazing down at you, “you’re mine, Y/N L/N.”

He felt the bond snap into place, immediately becoming encased in steel. It was solid, unbreakable. You stared at him as if you were in a daze, eyes wide, your hands resting against his chest.

“You’re mine, you’re always going to be mine.” Lloyd stole you away from your friends, pulling you from the bar into his side. “There’s a few people I want you to meet.”

[firewalkzwit]

runt // jonathan crane x reader. (4)

Chapter 4

cross-posted on AO3

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Fear is a tool. A great (if not total) degree of the balance in society is fear; fear of loss, death, humiliation. Whatever it is one fears, keeps individuals in check, and in that Scarecrow and Batman alike found a point in common, and a great source to create their image. Batman relied more on the fear of his presence than on his brawn. Scarecrow had none of the latter to use, but his mind was a powerful one, even in his modesty, and he had mastered the use of terror to create an effect likewise to that of Batman, only so artificially induced, as he had no particular traits to intimidate the average person organically. Dr. Crane greatly admired Batman, shame they had their fair share of discrepancies in the moral field, but most of it had to do with their very different upbringing and the toll that took on what they felt and feared.

What did Y/N fear? Dr. Crane always preferred to analyze people on what they chose to avoid, rather than what they actively chased. He believed this shaped a person further, as then again, fear is what maintains us doing most of what we do, fear of death in particular. Nothing is more dangerous than someone with nothing to lose, and although Crane had spent the last fair portion of his life trying to reach such a state, he was slowly embracing that there was no such thing as a man with nothing to lose. Some failed to assess that, but that didn't mean that they genuinely had nothing ahead of them or around them. It was, however, his deepest fantasy. There was nothing he longed for more than the blissful state of nothingness to embark on the search for everything.

As he walked out of the Iceberg Lounge, Y/N's sheepish body covered by a chunky fur coat leaned against the cold iron of the warehouse that hosted the club, waiting for him. She had never wanted herself to become a VIP escort for Penguin's men, which was only as degrading as it gets, although she'd be lying if she said she wasn't expecting for the moment to eventually come. Oz was not even her employer, he was just another one of Falcone's men, even though powerful. She was now the sexual subordinate of a subordinate of a subordinate. How humiliated she felt when Dr. Crane's eyes nailed on her, his pupils slightly trembling before looking away. He had an intense, yet shy look, emotionally shallow and difficult to read. As they walked to his car she wished that whatever the Doctor wanted with her was short and easy, like a simple blowjob where he tugged her hair without even looking at her, or to be fucked doggy as her face burried in a filthy motel pillow to hide how much she'd want the Earth to swallow her.

He wasn't physically intimidating, at least. He didn't look like the type to want to hit her while he fucked her, delighted in the humiliating position he liked to think she willingly put herself on. But then again Y/N thought it was only naive to jump to conclusions on one's sexual deviations (or any deviations at that) based on physicality. Dr. Crane was short and thin, with soft features on his face and nerdy glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. But then again, so was Dahmer, and he cannibalized a couple dozen people in his life. Crane walked close by her, but layed not a single finger on her. As he opened the car's door for her, she began to dwell with unease on the lengths she was going through to come close to the Batman. She was about to yield on her deepest intimacy for this, and she promised herself that when she had to do it, she'd remind herself what it was all for through it.

"What did you think of my paper?" He finally cut the tense silence sharply with a cold question, Y/N assumed he was engaging in standard small talk.

"Oh, I liked it, it was good."

"But did you understand it?" It was this particular question that striked in Y/N the need to look at him, despite refusing to look into his eyes since they had walked out of the club.

"I'd... like to believe I did, yes."

"I'm only trying to know why you'd read it, that is if you did. Take no offense for this but your type is not exactly the one to read a complex psychology thesis." Y/N began to pick up on his implications, her heart beginning to beat fast as her hand slid to grab onto the side of the seat, holding onto the closest thing to the soil her body could find. Crane picked up on this, her body's search for security in an unsafe enclosure, and as if his senses could perceive the beating of her heart, his veins pumped the rush of dopamine it produced in him to see wrinkles of a frightened grimace form in her face.

"I did read it. I never went to college because I couldn't afford to, but I wanted to study anthropology. Your work on fear helped me apply it to my personal study on the way societies behave in response to certain mass events, it's just a passion project." Crane's frown softened only so slightly, and his head tilted once again, parting his lips as his tongue tipped the back of his teeth, processing her answer as he continued to analyze her body language. The stiffness of her posture and anxiously inquiring stare begged for an answer which he sadistically prolonged the wait for.

Y/N was hardly in control, her nails unconsciously digging into the leather beneath the seat, her knees tightly pressed together and her canines pinching on the inside of her lips. Just like he wanted, fear was consuming her, and his interrogative posture masked how delighted he was at the sight of herself yielding slowly to her most primal state. She on the other hand, was so fixated on her prayers of making it out of that car alive that she had no room in her mind to evaluate whether Dr. Crane was suspecting of her true intentions, and considering her a threat to his business, a business she couldn't care less about, but was in the way of her greater purpose.

"You're passionate about anthropology? Interesting." He finally replied, after taking his fair share of time. "How did you implement my paper to your research?" He enjoyed looking down at how submitted she was to him when she feared.

"Well... I analyzed fear as a tool of control and how civilization relies on fear to establish societies." It was so ironic, Crane couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. What she studied on masses was perfectly applicable to her individual situation right in that car, how he was using her own fear to force her to surrender control. He finally stopped teasing her and relaxed his body, resting his back on the car's window and his head against the headrest, a slight smirk she struggled to read forming on his lips.

"I don't think you're spying on me." This caught Y/N completely off guard, how had he picked up on that?

"I didn't say you did." She retorted as fast as she could, trying to come off as non-chalant.

"I know, but you're scared. Do you think I think you know something you shouldn't?"

"I don't know, but I don't."

"If you do, it's really not my problem. Whatever you know that you shouldn't is trouble for Oz to deal with." He finally turned his head away from her and ignited the car's engine. Y/N restored her posture, grabbing onto the seat belt softly unsure of whether to fasten it or not.

"What are we going to do?" She finally mustered the courage to ask, figuring the question couldn't put her more in danger than she already was. His relaxation was eerie, and his eyes certainly didn't help his serial killer look either.

"I'm going to show you something I think you'll like." Whatever it was he wanted with her, it was at that point that Y/N figured out that having sex with Dr. Crane that night was far from being the worst card in the deck.

[leonsliga]

I don't think they drank alcohol at that party. We just had a good time, got very little sleep and came to training. This is a common thing, during away matches, players often celebrate together and go to bed in the morning. Then they get up after a couple of hours and go home or go for regeneration. Build wrote about it himself, it happened more than once. The main thing is not to drink alcohol, then it won't be a big problem. For me, the behavior of the players is strange, because Leon and Serge are under special supervision of the management, and if they want to stay in Bayern, they must show it. This party may have the opposite effect. It's interesting the official comments, because it might not be true. The photo from the article is very strange, it could be anyone.

From the way the article phrased it, I don’t think they drank either. From the sounds of it, bild was just saying that there was vodka in the vip lounge, but that doesn’t really mean anything. That vodka could’ve been anyone’s. Besides, it was their day off, you could argue, “so what if they were drinking? They were off the clock.” The main thing is that they showed up to training, as is expected of them.

I think you’re right in pointing out that there’s an added layer of complexity to this situation though, given how many eyes are on Leon, Phonzy, and Serge at the moment. It’s tricky; they could interpret this as a bad look for the club, which could be either fair or unfair to the three of them, depending on your point of view.

I won’t lie, it’s very telling that no one else has reported on this apart from bild (at least as far as I’ve seen). That makes me think that either they weren’t there, or if they were, that the party was much tamer than bild was implying. It’s hard to tell much from the photo honestly…it’s blurry and dark, so you’re right; it really could be anyone.

The whole thing makes me wonder if bild saw our run of poor performances and all the internal club drama and thought they could capitalize on it with a story like this, whether it’s true, false, or exaggerated. It just seems like a shitty thing to do regardless.

[12thperigeeball]

is there a drawn out map of the mansion ?? it would be great to have for plotting and stuff

Hi anon!

So i'm gonna be upfront - ever since we got this like 5 days ago, I have been trying very hard to figure out and draw out a rough idea of what I believe the ball looks like.

Unfortunately, I have failed. I am not a skilled architect to place my ideas on paper and make it look workable

SO, TEXT DESCRIPTION IT IS. The ball has always left the grounds amorphous, so people have the flexibility to headcanon in what they need or want to have at a ball, as well as allow people to create their own backdrops for their RPs that they need (such as hedge mazes, kitchens, VIP rooms, secret evil bunker lair under the mansion, whatever!) to achieve whatever their RP threads aim to do!

Here are some things to keep in mind, under the cut:

Canonically, the ball is held in a mansion tucked away at the base of a valley between two mountains near a major city. Far enough away to sell the illusion of being removed from society, yet close enough that it isn't difficult for even the lowest caste of troll to hitch a ride there. The mansion itself is large, with a U shape that hugs a small lake that has pooled in the valley. This leaves the ball with a lovely view of the water and privacy for those who will stay there. The lake itself is swimmable, and has a handful of boats that allow people to traverse it for a romantic moment. The boats, however, are limited, so reserve your turn ahead of time!

As of the 12th Perigee Ball 2022, one of the cliffs that surround the lake was destroyed after the ball ended after an unruly guest with a rocket launcher broke the 'no live weapons' rule. Kilran honestly should have seen it coming.

As of 12th Perigee Ball 2023, with the funding of a VERY rich fuschia clown ancestor-in-law, the cliff has been repaired, re-planted with foliage, and the lake even got terraformed into a heart shape, increasing it's appeal to guests.

The mansion is quite lavish on the inside with a custom foyer depicting paintings of the previous ball Kings and Queens leading into a gargantuan, three level ballroom. On the first floor, social areas with tables and couches are placed to facilitate a place to rest, while the second floor is reserved for dancing. A stage where performers and an orchestra can play lies against the back wall, near the doors to reach the wrap around balcony that allows guests to admire the lake.

The third floor is a simple balcony view, where the VIP guests can enjoy the main hall's music and festivities. These are connected to the VIP rooms, with their own dance floors, performance stages, and social areas. These are accessible through elevators and stairs just off of the main dance hall.

Outside of the ballroom is an extensively decorated garden specifically planted and geared towards beautifying a winter landscape. Ice Sculptures are common, as well as semi-private gazebos and pavilions for couples to have their own romantic moments in.

Next to the main ball rooms are the fully furnished dining rooms, which allow trolls to sit either individually or in a group and order from the waiters who will serve them food. When it comes to the feast time, a large table is placed at the front of the main dining rooms where the host and his personal guests sit.

There are multiple bars situated within the dining room, the ball room, and the outside gardens where trolls may order drinks, but alcoholic drinks aren't served until 11PM when the underage trolls are removed from the premise.

The mansion itself has social rooms for trolls to retreat to beyond the ball rooms. These are wings of rooms on the first and second floor, and are filled with crackling fireplaces and sofas for trolls to lounge on along with butlers who can serve them drinks and snacks.

There are further wings of the mansion that are blocked off during ball time. These are the personal bedrooms of the host, his personal guests, and any VIP guests who would prefer to pay to reside at the ball itself for the duration of the ball. They are heavily guarded with physical and digital security and trolls found leaving the allotted public ball grounds are rebuffed back to where they should be.

There are also spa, makeup, and tailoring services and facilities for trolls who rent a room at the mansion.

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 7 - Dirty Dancing

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Crying in the club fr (also i was drunk when i wrote this and listening to All I Want Is You by Miguel on repeat skjsjsks)

Genre:**College AU**

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Virgin Reader, Yandere Suguru, Emotional Cheating

Suguru Art by: Ilameys

Your night began with you lounging on Utahime’s bed as she tried on maybe her fourteenth outfit of the night. You weren’t exactly sure what look she was going for. You had been out with Utahime plenty of times – mainly to bars where you could be a bit more casual. Utahime liked casual. Now that you were sitting, watching her turn around to examine her ass in this…pants romper she had on, you thought about how you had never actually seen Utahime dressed up. She had always given you advice on what to wear, but did she own anything besides shorts or pants? You had to help her.

This was quickly turning into a tragedy. You sat up to climb off of Utahime’s bed when your phone vibrated with a message.

Satoru &lt;;3: sugu is pregaming for a little then heading to the club. got us a vip table. cant wait to see u :)

You: of course he is lol utahime is still getting dressed so running behind. hopefully wont be too late

Satoru &lt;;3: cool send me a pic of what ur wearing so i dont have to wait :(

You chuckled softly before firing off one more text.

You: nope. just gonna have to wait <3

Satoru &lt;;3: tease :’(

You set your phone aside, looking back at Utahime who was now wearing a short red skirt with a white crop top. It wasn’t terrible, but probably not for the club. She turned sideways, scrunching her face in disapproval before turning to rummage through her closet for something else.

“How are things with you and Satoru?” She called out to you.

“Good. He’s sweet. Just taking things slow right now and it’s fun.”

“That’s cute.” Her voice sounded muffled as she moved further into her closet. “He talks about you all the time, you know?”

You smiled. While you did like Satoru a lot, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t acknowledge that lately you felt something was missing. Though you weren’t about to voice that to Utahime.

“And you and Suguru?” Utahime asked, her voice a little quieter this time, almost like she was nervous to ask. You were nervous to answer. “You two seem to be getting along well.”

“Oh…Yeah. We are.”

It was all you could think to say because you were afraid to say more. Afraid that if you talked to Utahime openly about Suguru, you may have to face what you were feeling, what you had been feeling for some time now.

You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t acknowledge that something was missing between you and Satoru. You would also be lying if you said that reason wasn’t because of Suguru.

Once you and Suguru had put your differences (or really your similarities) aside for a few weeks, you discovered you had a lot more in common when you weren’t trying to kill each other. He was actually a lot sweeter than he let on. Suguru would text you good morning everyday and offered to bring you a coffee if your morning lectures were the same and you hadn’t stayed at his and Satoru’s place the night before. If you had, he was usually up before you brewing an extra cup for you. He would text you goodnight followed by a nerdy meme that probably wouldn’t make anyone else laugh but you both. You enjoyed the friendship you were building with him.

But was it normal for a friend to find themselves thinking about the other more than their boyfriend? As your friendship with Suguru grew, you found yourself looking forward to his good morning texts, your heart leaping into your throat when you would turn your phone on and see his name at the top of your notifications. You also found yourself staying at his and Satoru’s apartment more often, under the guise of seeing Satoru or studying so you could spend more time with him. In lectures, you found yourself moving a couple seats closer each class until you eventually just started sitting next to each other, sharing lecture notes after class while you ate lunch together.

As you had told Suguru many times, you weren’t stupid. You hadn’t missed the looks Suguru gave you. Or the way he tried to be closer to you any chance he got, small touches here and there. You weren’t stupid, but you were definitely conflicted. You were with Satoru, but Suguru consumed your thoughts. It wasn’t fair to Satoru, but you had convinced - no, swore to yourself that you were never going to act on these feelings for Suguru. When you told him you could be friends, you meant it. You were pretty sure you meant it. No, you meant it. You definitely meant it.

“You know what? Can I just grab something from your closet?” Utahime groaned in frustration, interrupting your thoughts. “I’m sorry. Your dresses are so much sexier than what I have. I would’ve asked before but I guess I’m just nervous.”

Nervous for what? You four had been out together before – to bars, restaurants, had lunch together in the courtyard at school plenty of times. Maybe she was taking the whole “double date” label you threw on tonight seriously. The idea made you feel uneasy.

You chuckled, hoping it didn’t sound as forced as it felt. “What, are you trying to impress Suguru or something?”

“Honestly, yeah. And if the night goes well, then maybe we’ll --”

You shot up from Utahime’s spot on her bed, maybe a little too quickly as you interrupted her.

“Hold that thought Hime. I just thought of the perfect dress! Really sexy red one I think you’d look good in. Let me go get it.” And you gave her your best genuine smile. She beamed, her shoulders sagging with relief.

“Thank you so much, y/n!”

You left Utahime’s room quickly and headed to yours, rummaging through your dresses when you felt your phone vibrate in your hand. You glanced down, your stomach tightening as you saw the name appear on the screen along with a monkey emoji next to it.

Suguru: Yo we’re headed out. Leaving yet?

You: lending a Utahime a dress and then hopefully soon. she’s pretty excited about this double date tonight

Suguru: Oh cool.

You grinned at the dismissive tone of his text, feeling a bit relieved that he didn’t seem to return the sentiment. You sifted through your closet, finally pulling out the dress in question. It was a little revealing for Utahime’s taste – a simple satin mini dress, but anything was better than that full body romper she had on earlier. She was going to look great in this. 

Your phone vibrated again.

Suguru: Hurry up. I wanna take a shot with you.

You felt your face heat up. You texted him back a quick “ok” before heading back to Utahime to give her the dress. She changed quickly and stepped in front of the mirror to examine herself. She did look incredible in this dress. Suguru was sure to think so too and you felt that uneasy feeling from earlier wash over you again. You shook it off. Tonight was about having fun with your boyfriend, Satoru and your friends .

“Ready?” Utahime asked, grabbing her keys.

“Yep! Let’s go.”

You sent a quick text to Suguru as you stepped out of your apartment.

You: on our way! :)

Suguru: Can’t wait to see you.

—-------

The club music blared loudly as you and Utahime made your way through the crowd. As expected for a Friday night, it was packed. Purple, blue and white lights flashed brightly across the room while you watched the dancefloor, full of bodies pressed against each other as the bass bumped. You could see Satoru waving to you from across the room. Just as he said, he had gotten the VIP table. Did this guy ever not go all out?

As you approached, you noted the already poured shots of liquor on the table. Satoru stepped down from the booth and wrapped his arm around your waist, bending down to kiss your lips. You appreciated the gesture, though you were sure you could feel a certain pair of eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. You glanced over, watching as Suguru threw his head back, swallowing down a shot, his eyes connecting with yours the moment he brought his head back down. You watched as his gaze trailed down your body and back up and you suddenly felt too warm.

“You look great, baby.” Satoru cooed in your ear, pulling your focus back to him.

“Thank you. You too.” You glanced back at Suguru who was now focusing his attention on Utahime as she slid in to the booth next to him. You took a seat on his other side, Satoru sliding in next to you.

Utahime gave Suguru a meek smile, looking down at the shot glasses scattered across the table. “Are we drinking or what?” She asked, grabbing a glass.

Satoru slinked his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. “You guys go ahead.” He said, taking a sip of his drink that you were positive was way too sweet for anyone to be consuming.

Suguru turned his entire body to face you, sliding a glass in front of you. “I know you’re a tequila fan, so I ordered a round for us.” He beamed. Next to him, Utahime snorted.

“Gross, I hate tequila.” She whined. Suguru made a face as though he was trying to resist rolling his eyes, but covered it up with a grin. He was working on generally being nicer since you tore into him after he rejected a girl before class, his words dripping venom and sending the girl home in tears.

“You could be a little nicer, you know?” You chided.

“For what? These morons insist on wasting my time so I get straight to the point before I have to listen to another second of their incessant stuttering.”

You ripped him a new one in a way you never had before and refused to speak to him until he agreed to be nicer to women who are interested in him even if he is rejecting them. After day two of ignoring Suguru, he caved.

You smiled at Suguru’s struggle to resist not being snippy, picking up the shot glass.

“Bottoms up.” You all tapped your glasses together and downed your tequila, Suguru exhaling loudly as you and Utahime made pinched faces.

You all idly chatted for a bit as you drank, Satoru busying himself with kissing and licking at that spot behind your ear that made your breath catch when you tried to speak. The annoyed expression on Suguru’s face did not go unnoticed, his earlier position of facing you now changed to him facing Utahime. She seemed pleased to have his full attention. You weren’t a fan of only seeing the back of Suguru’s head.

“You look good tonight.” You heard him murmur, Utahime’s cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink at the compliment.

You huffed, turning and pressing your hand to Satoru’s chest to push him back. “Let’s go dance.” You suggested, to which he snorted.

“I’m not much of a dancer, babe. But you go ahead and I’ll wait for you here.” He kissed your temple before sliding out of the booth for you. 

“Ooh! We’ll go too!” Utahime announced. She wiggled her way out of the booth and Suguru followed, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her into the crowd. You scowled, trailing behind them.

A new song began playing, the quick beat lifting your spirits. Utahime wrapped her hand around your wrists, beaming brightly. “Oh my god! I love this song!”

She pulled you close, wrapping her arms around your waist as you swayed to the music together, laughing and trying to keep up with the beat. Utahime belted the lyrics out to you, serenading you in the crowd. Your eyes watched the bodies around you, noticing now that Suguru was missing. Utahime seemed none the wiser. 

You were gasping for air by the end of the song, breaths coming rapidly as you tried to stop laughing. This is what you enjoyed about being out with Utahime. She made everything a good time.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink and sit down for a bit. My feet are already killing me! You coming?” She asked as the next song played. A slower tune you loved. You shook your head, not wanting to miss dancing to this one even if you were alone.

“I’ll meet you in a minute. I love this song.”

Utahime nodded, moving through the crowd towards the bar.

You closed your eyes, letting your body move naturally to the music. You’d spent so much time listening to this song, you could sing it in your sleep. The dance floor was full of people holding each other, swaying slowly as the beat bumped so deeply, you could feel it in your chest.

Your eyes snapped open at the sudden feeling of someone’s arms wrapping around you from behind, body tensing immediately.

“Relax. It’s me.” Suguru cooed, voice smooth in your ear and you knew this was dangerous territory you were entering. He pulled you closer to him, your back pressed against his chest. “Utahime ditched you I see. That bad of a dancer?” He teased and your eyes began to shut against your will.

“Actually monkey , I’m a great dancer.” You snapped back, voice coming out breathier than you intended.

Suguru hummed. “Show me.” And your hips began to move, one of Suguru’s hands sliding across your body and finding purchase on your waist, the other splayed across your stomach, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You moved in tandem to the music, swaying slowly and you found yourself wondering if it was the bass of the song or your heartbeat causing the deep thumping in your chest.

Suguru buried his nose in your hair, his own locks falling around you both like a dark curtain no one could see through. Dangerous. He held his face in your tresses and you could swear you heard him inhale deeply before letting out something between a moan and a sigh. The room felt impossibly warm or maybe it was just you. You could barely think, could barely register when Suguru leaned down to your ear, his lips barely brushing the tip and whispering “you feel so good”, Dangerous .

Your breath hitched in your throat and you bit back the whine that threatened to escape your throat.

“Suguru…” You warned. His hand squeezed your waist tightly.

“Yes?” He questioned, voice husky. You’d never heard him like this before. It made your legs shake and you were positive that if he didn’t have a hold on you in that moment, you would be on the floor.

“Suguru, you’re supposed to be like this with Utahime. This is wrong.” You’re trying to fight back, trying to keep the promise you made to yourself to not act on these feelings for Suguru. But shit, when he blows lightly in your ear you feel like your soul is going to physically climb out of your body and crumble along with your resolve.

“And you should be with Satoru, but here you are. With me.”

He knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to chip away at any of your remaining strength and he’s chipping away hard. He’s winning. Nevermind the weeks of small touches and sweet gestures that have already been making you fight not to act on your feelings. You’re losing this fight and he knows it, the rumbling of his chest vibrating through you when you lean back into him almost like a sign of his victory.

Suguru wastes no time, bringing a hand up to run lightly across your jawline. “You don’t even know…” he pauses, dropping his hand back to your waist and squeezing . “You don’t know how hard it is to sit and watch you with Satoru.”

“You’re drunk”, you breathe. You’re trying desperately to find an excuse for why he’s choosing now to do this. 

“I’ve never been more sober.”

Your breathing picks up. Suguru’s hands on you feel like fire, leaving scorching trails as he drags his hands across your waist, your hips.

“I can’t lie. I’m so jealous Satoru gets to touch you whenever he wants.”

“What?”

“Watching you with Satoru. Fuck y/n, it’s hard for me, I can’t lie.”

The song has changed now. Something more upbeat, but your hips still move to the slow rhythm of the previous song with Suguru’s. You can’t even hear the words of this song, everything a muffled blur. It’s just you and him under the cover of Suguru’s dark hair.

“Suguru…don’t tell me this.” It’s a plea that you know you don’t mean. He knows you don’t mean it either, his hand coming back up to cup your cheek. 

“Just let me have this.” He said softly, turning your face towards his. He holds you still, not that you were making any effort to turn away. His nose runs up the side of your face, breathing in your scent before your noses touch. You want to resist. Don’t you? You’re telling yourself you should resist, but deep down you know you don’t truly want to. Suguru rubs his nose against yours again, his lips creeping closer and closer to yours. Your breaths are mingling, mixing together in a cloud of nothing but pure desire. 

Suguru’s other hand pulls you closer to him again and you’re sure you can feel the stiffness between his legs press against your ass. 

“It’s not fair Satoru gets to have you to himself when I-“

“ Nice .” Utahime’s voice cut through this thick atmosphere like a hot knife. 

You both jumped apart, Suguru shifting uncomfortably, no doubt trying to hide what you just felt against your backside. 

“Hime, we were just dancing!” You lied. She holds up a hand to stop you. 

“Save it. I’m not fucking stupid despite what you two geniuses might think. And neither is Satoru.”

What?

She turns on her heel, stomping back towards the table Satoru reserved. You chased after her, Suguru following close behind you both.

“Hime, stop! Please ! I swear nothing happened! Nothing was going to happen!”

“Save it!” She cried above the music. “You knew what this night meant to me and you didn’t care!”

You’re all getting closer to the table. You’re getting closer to Utahime, reaching to grab her arm but she snatches it away. You’re not sure what to do at this point. Your mind is reeling and Satoru is within your line of vision, already focused on all three of you as you make your way back to him. Utahime reaches him first, grabbing her purse and keys.

“Hime, stop !” You beg. Not here, not like this. 

Satoru, poor thing, looks utterly lost. He watches as Utahime snatches her belongings then back to you and Suguru, faces flushed as he asks, “what’s going on?”

Utahime scowled before glaring harshly at both you and Satoru’s best friend . “Why don’t you ask your girlfriend when she’s done practically fucking Suguru on the dance floor?” She yells and you want to leave the earth right at that moment. 

She doesn’t wait for a response or to see the reaction on Satoru’s face - which by the way is one of absolute shock when he looks to both you and Suguru for answers, your faces admitting nothing but guilt. Instead, Utahime storms out of the club and leaves you behind to find your own way back home.

The rest of the night is a blur after Utahime leaves. The night ends early, the car ride back to your apartment deafeningly silent. When you pull up outside of your complex, you can feel the dread rising in the pit of your stomach. This night will not end well.

Satoru puts the car in park, letting out a deep sigh. He hasn’t said a word on the way home. This is the first you’ve heard from him. He glances up in the rear view mirror, eyes meeting Suguru’s who is sitting quietly in the back. 

“Can you get out, Suguru? Y/n and I need to talk.”

TAGS:@sacvh @suguju @pink4lili @nekonanamii @watyousayin

[limerental]

ficletvember 2023 - day 1

dijsktra/isengrim modern au

Arriving for a business meeting to a dance club owned by the most powerful man in the city, Dandelion is surprised to met at the door to the apartments above the club by a wanted terrorist in a borrowed silk robe.

He does not allow himself more than a moment's distraction in the bustle of the dance floor.

It's karaoke night, the tone-deaf wail of a tipsy queen in a feather boa pushing whines of feedback through the speakers as the crowd whoops and applauds. 

He could have taken the stairs past the alleyway out front and bypassed all the noise and color of the club to ring the buzzer at the security grate upstairs. 

But this way, no one thinks twice about seeing him there. He's in his element, a common sight in the club even when he's not here on business. No one wonders what message is being delivered to the man who lives upstairs. 

Dandelion kisses the offered hand of a drag queen, apologizing profusely as he turns down a drink, and then he climbs the stairs to the shadowy VIP lounge.

It's empty, not a soul occupying the plush couch or sleek bar.

Often, he meets Sigismund Dijkstra here, where they might talk through details for hours, the immense man never showing a sign of drunkenness despite the ever-present glass of scotch gripped in one big hand.

A quiet tension hangs over the city of Novigrad, over all of Redania.

Dandelion rarely understands the full context of the messages he delivers, often in code picked up by other contacts that cannot get close to Dijkstra without arousing suspicion, but he knows that something may be put in motion soon.

Something he wants no part of, but it's too late now.

A bouncer motions upward with a jerk of his chin. 

At the door beyond the lounge, he shakes off the glitter, tries to kiss the hand of the bouncer as well and earns a stern glare for his trouble.

A spiral stairwell curves upward, and at the top, Dandelion knocks at a black door. He itches to go back down the stairs and join the evening revellers. He hopes this meeting is brief and simple.

Those hopes are immediately dashed, when it's not Dijkstra who opens the door, but an elf in a patterened, silk robe. 

"Ah," says Dandelion, seeing that the elf is barefoot, robe clutched closed at the front rather than tied and far too large for the slim frame, slipping off one shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt, I can come back–"

"Get in here," says the elf, his voice a cold rasp. "You were meant to arrive an hour ago."

"I thought I had a tail," Dandelion explains, "so I went a few stops beyond the usual but of course, forgot about the construction that way and–"

When he hurries inside and up the stairs into the tastefully-decorated vestibule, the light warms across the high ceilings, and for the first time, he sees the scarred horror of the elf's disfigured face.

"Oh," he breathes, recognizing him at once. From somber news bulletins of deadly terrorists. "You're–"

"Faoiltiarna," says the elf, disarming smile twisting his ugly scars.

For a moment as Dandelion follows meekly after him, he almost forgets the details that had made him assume the elf was here for something far from business.

Almost forgets.

Faoiltiarna's bare neck is bruised with love bites. His loose hair is atypical of elves, mussed as though big hands have been running through it.

A smarter man would leave some mysteries lie. Though even a fool could guess what his arrival had interrupted.

It's curious.

In all the time he's known the man, even before hard times pressed him into doing this work for his old friend, Dandelion has never known Dijkstra to have casual affairs. Or serious ones, besides whatever strange and messy entanglement had gone on between him and Philippa Eilhart.

"Did you have a meeting with Dijkstra as well?" he asks, pretending at foolishness. 

"You could say that," says Faoiltiarna as he lets him into a fire-warmed study. "He'll be right with you. Don't snoop."

Dandelion snoops through the cluttered mahogany bookcases and feels up every bronze statue and light fixture for hidden passageways. He finds only that a lot of Dijkstra's knickknacks are in need of a dusting and that he has a very boring collection of almanacs, probably bought just to fill the ample shelves.

"You're late," grumbles a deep voice from a hidden doorway beyond a revolving staircase, and Dandelion curses. Sigismund Dijkstra is as huge and impressive as always, seeming far too large for the room and the expensive-looking leather armchair he sinks into. 

He's dressed in his usual loose linen houseclothes, open collar baring the gold chain that sits amidst the dark hair at his breastbone. He shows no sign of disgruntlement over the interruption of whatever lusty affair he'd clearly been up to with Faoiltiarna. Something impromptu, Dandelion suspects. He'd had to compose himself before answering the door. Highly out of character. Strange. 

Dijkstra has his big, meaty fingers in all sorts of unseemly layers of the city's underground, but non-human liberation? Collusion with the anarchist Scoia'tael? He's never shown any inclination to care about their efforts.

A smarter man would fail to address it.

"I can come back later," says Dandelion loudly. "If you and Faoiltiarna wish to–"

"Who?" asks Dijkstra as he sits back and lights a cigar in quick puffs. A blue haze of cigar smoke hangs around him and plumes to the dark ceiling. He does not offer a cigar to Dandelion and also does not move to pour him a glass of scotch from the carafe at his elbow.

"I suppose I should be flattered," Dandelion continues. "You must trust me more than I thought. Colluding with terrorists now, Sigi? If that's what they're calling it these days. Colluding all over this apartment, I assume."

"I trust that you're an imbecile," says Dijkstra slowly. "No one would believe you. You could call the authorities the moment you left here, and there'd not be a single sign of anyone's presence but my own."

"Anyone could have opened the door and seen–"

"But no one did. To business, Dandelion."

He gets to business. The small scraps of coded information he passes on seem hardly worth the trouble, but Dijkstra looks pleased as they chat. As pleased as the large man ever does.

To Dandelion's surprise, Faoiltiarna joins them after a while, looking far more imposing dressed in black with dark hair slicked into a long plait. He has the willowy figure typical of elves, tall and lithe, and maybe would have been a beauty if not for the ruined scowl of his face.

What a strange companion he makes to the fat and oafish-seeming human whose chair he leans against. How fascinating to see the easy touch of Dijkstra's big hand resting on Faoiltiarna's waist.

Dandelion is not a fool. He knows that by no accident is he being allowed to see this. It's either some test of his loyalty, of discretion, or a quiet and looming threat.

He knows, if he were to leave this room intent on calling in a sighting of an anarchist wanted in several countries for deadly acts of terrorism, he would find his cell service unavailable.

Or worse.

The scene appears almost domestic and quaint. The gold of Faoltiarna's dangling earrings catch the light as he plays a good little housewife and pours Dijkstra's a few fingers of scotch from the brimming caraffe. Dijkstra's lips turn up a moment to brush above the folded collar of his turtleneck.

Even so, Dandelion knows what's left of him could be discovered tomorrow in a dumpster somewhere in town, body unrecognizable.

Faoiltiarna does not cross the room to offer a drink to Dandelion, a hand sneaking onto Dijkstra's broad thigh, which is as good a dismissal as any. 

"Right," says Dandelion, leaping up. "I hope you fellows have a good evening. There's a lady downstairs I've promised a drink."

"I'll be in touch," says Dijkstra in a voice dark and dangerous. "One way or another."

"Understood! Understood. You can trust me implicitly." 

Dijkstra's right after all. Who would believe him? If word happens to get out of this strange union, these two powerful individuals will know exactly who to pin the blame on.

Well, his debts to this man are nearly paid off. Something long-anticipated and deviously planned is about to happen in Tretogor, he suspects, and then it won't matter what he knows or doesn't know about the love life of the most powerful man in the city.

Perhaps that's wishful thinking.

He steals one last glance at the pair leaning close together in the armchair. They seem to have already forgotten his lingering presence to return to what had been interrupted, Faoiltiarna toying with the gold chain that falls across Dijkstra's breast, Dijkstra's big hand swallowing the curve of his lean waist.

The anarchist's eyes meet Dandelion's as he lingers in the doorway, even as he brushes the perpetual sneer of his scarred mouth against the human's bald skull. The look is a clear challenge. I dare you to say a word. See what happens. See how many pieces they find you in. If you are found at all.

Dandelion salutes cheerily, winking to hide his cold thrill of fear, then closes the door of the study and disappears to the noise and simplicity of the club below.

[sciencestyled]

The Alchemical Marriage of Pi and DNA: A Hilariously Twisted Saga of Mathematics in Science Education

Ladies, gentlemen, and distinguished nerds of the jury, strap yourselves in and adjust your monocles; we're about to embark on a wild ride through the whimsically warped world of mathematics in science education. Imagine, if you will, a universe where Pythagoras DJs at the biggest raves, Newton’s apple is a viral meme, and Einstein's hair isn't just a style statement but the ultimate symbol of scientific rebellion. Welcome to the chaos.

Now, let's get down to brass tacks, or should I say, brass abacuses? Science education, that hallowed ground where the brave dare to tread, has long been the breeding ground for future world leaders, Nobel laureates, and that person who finally figures out how to get printers to work on the first try. But at the heart of this intellectual jungle gym is the unsung hero, the silent beatboxer to science's rap battle: mathematics.

Ah, mathematics, the language of the universe, or as I like to call it, the universal gossip column spilling the tea on everything from the atoms twerking in your coffee cup to the swagger of galaxies on the cosmic runway. It's the tool that transforms the abstract into the "Oh, snap, I get it now!" moments in various science disciplines. Whether it's statistical analysis, modeling, or computational methods, math is the secret sauce that makes the science burger taste so darn good.

Picture this: you're chilling in biology class, right? Suddenly, the teacher drops the bomb that DNA replication is basically just a very meticulous braid of nucleotides, kind of like your cousin trying to explain the plot of "Inception" – it's all about patterns, baby! And who's there, with a smug smile and a calculator? Math, ready to explain the party tricks of enzymes and the RSVP list of amino acids.

Or how about when you're knee-deep in environmental science, crying into your recycled notebook about deforestation, and boom! Math swoops in, cape billowing, with statistical models that predict the effects of human folly on Mother Nature's mood swings. It's like having a crystal ball, but instead of vague warnings about tall, dark strangers, you get graphs and charts showing precisely how screwed we might be if we don’t change our ways.

And let’s not forget the rock stars of the scientific world: physics and chemistry, where math plays the lead guitar and occasionally smashes it on stage. Want to know why atoms don't just decide to break up the band and go solo? Quantum mechanics, with its mathematical autographs, has the answers. Curious about the cosmic mosh pit that is the universe? General relativity throws down the equations to keep the party going at the speed of light.

But, dear audience, it's not all just numbers and equations, oh no. Mathematics in science education is like the ultimate crossover episode where every character from your favorite shows turns up. It's "The Avengers" of academia, where every discipline brings its own superpowers to the table, united by the common goal of understanding this weird, wonderful, and absolutely bonkers reality we call home.

And in this era of technological razzle-dazzle, computational methods stand at the forefront like the cool kids in class, coding their way through problems like hackers in a Hollywood movie, minus the dubious ethics and questionable fashion choices. From mapping the human genome to simulating climate change scenarios, computational science is the VIP lounge of the academic club, and math is the bouncer deciding who gets in.

So, as we stand on the precipice of knowledge, gazing into the abyss of ignorance, let us remember the words of the great sage, Weird Al Yankovic, "I was valedictorian, I got a full ride to MIT, and I was on a very strict diet of milk, fish, and honey - until I started to break out in Pi." Mathematics in science education isn't just a subject; it's a lifestyle, a state of mind, and the ultimate cosmic joke that we're all in on.

In conclusion, as we navigate the labyrinthine corridors of science education, let us clutch our graphing calculators like the swords of yore, ready to duel with ignorance and emerge victorious. For in the alchemical marriage of pi and DNA, we find not just answers, but the right questions, the kind that lead us to the edge of the universe and ask, "So, got any snacks?"

And remember, in the grand scheme of things, whether you're splitting atoms or merely splitting hairs over the Oxford comma, mathematics is there, the faithful steed upon which we ride into the sunset of understanding, leaving bewilderment in our wake. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go help Schrödinger's cat out of the box. It's been meowing for quantum assistance, and frankly, the suspense is killing me – or not.

[sapphireginger]

Title: The Similarities are Different

Pairing: Stackson [Stiles + Jackson]

Rating: Teen & Up

Warning/Tags:

Mild Explicit Language Evil Twin

Summary:

Well perhaps there was something else they had in common or someone else. Stiles pined for Jackson and loved him. Stuart lusted after Jackson Hale and wanted him. So, the twins had their eyes set on Jackson but one of them offered to fuck him while the other promised to love him.

@steter-stackson-bingo​

Card Number: 107

Square: It’s Personal

Stiles and Stuart could not be more different. They were identical twins but looks were where the similarities ended. 

Stiles was loud, outgoing and loyal to a fault. He always had a smile that could light up a room and make you feel warm. 

Stuart was quiet, introverted and majorly deceptive. He always had a smile on his face, but it was more of a sinister smirk that made you shiver and not in a good way. 

Stiles could be quiet, especially when his best friend would say to him, 'Stiles! Would you shut the fuck up?!'

Stuart could be loud when someone almost ran him over at a red light. 

Stiles could be introverted especially when all of his so-called friends had plans and told him he was not invited but he found that he didn’t mind diving into a new book he just got. 

Stuart could be outgoing when he gave a lap dance in a VIP lounge at the strip club. 

Stiles couldn’t be the opposite of loyal because loyalty was in his DNA. 

Stuart? He could be loyal if it meant there was something in it for him. 

Maybe just maybe, they were not as different as they seemed, but who could fake normalcy better? Stiles or Stuart?

Well, perhaps there was something else they had in common or someone else. Stiles pined for Jackson and loved him. Stuart lusted after Jackson Hale and wanted him. So, the twins had their eyes set on Jackson but one of them offered to fuck him while the other promised to love him. 

✶ ☆ ✶

Stiles went to see Jackson and found Stuart straddling Jackson on the couch. Jackson was only kind of into it. Stiles gaped and then a whole interrogation ensued. 

Stiles glared at his twin as he asked, “What’s his favorite color?” 

“Blue.”

“What month was he born?”

“March.”

“When did he graduate?”

“2006.” 

“What side of the bed does he sleep on?”

“The middle.” 

“What’s his middle name?”

“Lance.”

“What’s his comfort drink?”

“Hot chocolate.” 

“Which of his siblings was Jackson closest to?”

“Liam.” 

“When was the last time he talked to his mom?”

“Last week.” 

“What does he do recreationally that most would find crazy?”

“Swim in the winter.”

“When he wakes up after a deep sleep and the sun is shining through the window, what color are his eyes?!” 

“Green.”

The twins watched each other, Stuart with a calculating look on his face and Stiles with a furious look on his face. 

Stuart smirked and looked back at Jackson before nipping at Jackson’s neck. 

Stiles growled—yes growled—before his voice came out ice cold. “Wrong you fucker!” 

Jackson’s eyes snapped to Stiles’s, their eyes meeting as Stiles inhaled sharply and then locked eyes with his brother once more. Stuart smirked, loving how riled up he was getting his brother. Stiles made fists and stared his twin down. 

“His favorite color is lavender purple, almost pastel. You just think it’s blue because he looks fucking gorgeous in his blue Henley.

“His license says he was born in December, but the day is wrong because he prefers it to be on Christmas when the day was already filled with so much joy. Which of course was doubly true that year and every year since because he’s a fucking gem!

“He didn’t graduate because he didn’t get to finish high school, but he got his GED with a little tiny bit of help from me. His big, beautiful brain did the bulk of it.

“He sleeps on the right side by the door when he’s feeling safe. On the left by the wall when he’s scared and, in the middle, when it’s close to the full moon.

“His middle name is Lee, but he tells people it’s Lance.

“His comfort drink is chamomile tea with honey and a bit of peppermint because his mom made that for him when he was growing up.

“He would tell you he wasn’t close with any of his siblings more than the other, but he was. Malia and he were thick as thieves, the eldest Hale kids. They were always playing tricks on their parents by playing tricks on each other, but everyone involved knew it was a ruse. He and his younger brother, Owen, never stopped butting heads but when Owen needed him, Jackson was there. His younger twin sisters, Allison and Hayden, were menaces but he always straightened them out, teaching them to listen to mama and papa.

“The last time he talked to his mom was the morning of the Hale fire and the last thing he said was he loved her.

“Running. Day or night. Rain or shine. Good mood or bad. He runs.” 

Stiles marched over to the couch, weaving like a tiger advancing on its prey.

“And as far as his eyes. When Jackson wakes from a deep sleep, his eyes gradually flutter open. He only falls into a deep sleep when he feels completely safe. His eyes open slowly, the cutest most breathtaking smile appearing on his face and in that moment, when his eyes flick open, they are the most gorgeous shade of sapphire blue that’s been sifted and sanded to combine with crystal specks of gold laced with a dash of very light barely visible pastel green.”

Jackson’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, his breath trembling.

Stiles met his gaze. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his heart laid out on a silver platter, bared for the man he loved.

Stuart watched the exchange and then started laughing loudly and cruelly. “Oh, my fuck, little brother!" Stuart said snickering. "That’s pathetic. You are absolutely pathetic. One would think that you would realize two things.

"What are you talking about?" Stiles grounded out from between clenched teeth.

"Well, for one, Jackson’s not actually here.” Stuart snapped his fingers and true to his word there was no Jackson.

Stiles blinked in shock and inwardly cursed his mistake. It had all happened so fast. He saw his brother macking on his man and didn't think to check if Jackson was even real. His eyes alighted on his twin—his evil twin—once more, fiery infernos blazing in his eyes as he fought the urge to attack his twin.

As if Stuart could read his mind, said twin smirked and licked his lips, his tone condescending and full of faux empathy. “And two, do you really think that after all this time he would want you? If you were all love sick for him and knew all those things about him, then it’s possible he sees you as a person to dump his problems on. I'm sure he sees you as someone he can then leave behind after making you think you mattered just because he told you those things about himself.

"You're lying," Stiles breathed, his heart hammering in his chest. This was all wrong and he didn't know what to do, but Stuart wasn't finished yet.

"Who better to help him leave you behind than me, your replica? Or well, the better you. Let's be honest, you’re the cheap knockoff of me.”

Stiles’s eyes were now glistening with the tears he was fighting not to shed. He loved Jackson and he would be damned if his evil twin—yeah because he totally had one of those—made him feel even more pathetic than he already did. 

Stuart made a face of mock sympathy. “Aww poor baby. Nothing to say? Well, I’ve made my point. Enjoy the emptiness. He’s not here and he won’t be. He’s waiting for me. I would say it’s nothing personal, but I’d be lying. It’s personal and I will take great pleasure in claiming what’s yours. Jackson is everyone’s type but you? You are no one’s type. Wish me luck baby brother, not that I need it. I wonder if he'll see me as you or see me as me. Either way works for me. It would be so incredibly satisfying though if he were to assume I'm you. You don't mind if I start off pretending just that, do you?” Stuart snapped his fingers and sighed with a pleased smile on his face. 

Stiles's eyes widened at his twin's appearance. "He won't believe you," he said, though he didn't sound convinced. After all, Stuart was a master of illusion.

"We'll see," Stuart purred, a sound that was so wrong coming from a mouth that looked like Stiles's mouth. He must've made a face because Stuart cackled and slammed the door shut. 

Stiles’s eyes widened as the words sank in but before he could react, Stuart had slid the bolt into place, locking the door and sealing him in the building. “Stuart! Let me out! Now!” 

“Now why would I do that?” Stuart asked, his tone smug and full of amusement.

“He’s…" Stiles trailed off, his breathing ragged, his chest tightening with his rapidly building panic attack. Why couldn't he get the words out? "H-He’s m-my…” he said, trying once more to get the words out, but his efforts were fruitless and to no avail. 

“No, he isn’t and that’s why this was way too easy.” Stuart rapped his knuckles three times on the metal door and chuckled to himself. "You'll get out of here eventually, but by then it'll be too late. Good luck, forever second best. Such a słabeusz." Stuart quirked a brow at his twin, waiting for a response, seeking more of an outburst. Victory was so very sweet, and Stuart could almost taste his twin's defeat.

Stiles snarled and dug his nails into the palms of his hands. "Wal się!" he snapped, his body vibrating with anger. He was close to breaking, close to tears, but he would not show weakness in front of his twin. Showing weakness was exactly what Stuart was wanting Stiles to do. Therefore, Stiles would never give him the satisfaction of seeing him break.

Stuart left and Stiles’s breathing sped up in panic. His vision was blurry, and he felt lightheaded. Without his full faculties he was helpless to resist the force of gravity as he fell to the floor. His heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces and those pieces had lodged themselves in every part of his body. It was like bleeding from the inside out.

He managed to lay flat and then curled into a ball, his cheek flush against the cold floor. He choked back a silent sob and whispered, “He’s, my mate.” The brokenhearted twin silently wept to the soundtrack of fading footsteps, footsteps that echoed from the metal stairs of the building. His eyes flashed a deep mauve color. He shuddered and sobbed as quietly as possible, all while listening to the sound of his twin’s car driving away.

[the-empress-7]

Re Private Jet. I’m late to the conversation lol. But every time the RRs point out Harry’s hypocrisy for saving the environment via one less carbon footprint you guys have to remember that one rumour where Meghan (back when she was in Suits and maybe dating Harry) said that it will be ‘the last time’ she takes commercial. Remember the story how the attendant didn’t recognise her and she was asked to line up like the rest of them and she supposedly said that? Yep. I think that’s also one big factor why they take private jets as opposed to the one or two articles claiming they like to fly commercial - Meghan wants to be treated as VIP and not mix or wait with us commoners.

Yes, I do remember that story, she was asked to move in a lounge for some political VIPs.

[vexic929]

😎💧🍓💗🙄🟥🐢🎀 for Berrie, Reverse, and Aria :)

😎 - What real world nationality is your OC based off of or most resemble?

Berrie definitely gives basic suburban American teenager

Reverse is probably closest Chinese-American, leaning slightly more towards white American

Aria is Moroccan but she was raised in America from the age of 4

💧  - What is your OC’s phobia or phobias?

Berrie has newly discovered necrophobia

Reverse's greatest fear is that she or her Flash will die without the other's involvement

Aria fears failure

🍓 - What is your OC’s first pet?

Berrie hasn't had a pet but their 4th grade class had a hamster which she thought was the cutest thing

Reverse had a cat which she was very close with as a child, unfortunately for the cat she liked her Earth's Flash more

Aria had a parakeet and a horse, both of which she got as gifts for her 8th birthday

💗 - Is your OC a sweater or turtleneck person?

Berrie prefers oversized sweaters, they try not to wear anything even remotely constricting and turtlenecks usually enter that territory

Reverse likes the how polished and put-together a turtleneck looks, Earth-63's current fashion trends are qipao inspired so covering the neck is en vogue lol

Aria would rather wear a deep v-cut top or jacket but if she must then she'll choose a turtleneck

🙄 - What about the IRL world would anger your OC the most?

politics for all of them lol

🟥 - When thinking of your OC what is the first song that comes to mind?

Berrie:

Reverse:

Aria:

🐢 - Your OC is at a club, what do they do there?

Berrie's underage so they probably snuck in just so he could enjoy the music and dance lol

Reverse is probably drinking at the bar even though it won't affect her to keep up the façade because she's probably stalking someone

It's more than likely one of the clubs Aria owns so she's likely dressed to the nines, sipping top shelf alcohol in the VIP lounge, and waiting for someone to do "business" with

🎀 - What’s your OC’s most common response to traumatic or frightening situations?

Berrie's first reaction is to run to her father to fix it, after he finds himself on Earth-1, they're more prone to panic attacks and meltdowns

Reverse fights and lashes out like a caged animal

Aria finds a way to get herself alone and talk herself down so she can think rationally about the situation and figure out the best course of action that will most benefit her