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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, bullying, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You are called to court after the end of the civil war, but find yourself facing many challenges, expected and not. (fantasy medieval au)

Characters: king!Steve Rogers

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The gardens of Astra Castle are unlike any you’ve seen before. Certainly, you’ve never been to a royal castle previously. Your father’s own hold is modest, still bearing the wooden foundation, whereas the rich lords have poured mortar and built in stone. 

So, it is a great honour to be among the noble women chosen to serve the queen. Most unexpected. As a daughter of a lower house, it is rather unusual, but it comes with the newly set writ tabled at the end of the uprising. That is how your father tells it anyhow. 

King Steven is as newly crowned as he is newlywed. After a lengthy revolt against the previous king, the land has settled, and upon his victory, the new ruler promises the expansion of prosperity to all. The very precedence of his war rested on the greed of the former court and its covetous lords. 

To those who took up his mantle, he has made good his word. To the commoners, he has sent bread and ale, livestock and alms; to the nobles, he has granted titles and lands. You were of the same doubt as your father, however, you expected to be forgotten in the disarray. 

Yet, you were not. You’re there with several other ladies. A set of blond twins borne of a duke and duchess, the sole heir of a widowed countess, and several earl’s daughters such as yourself. Unlike them, you do not wear satin or silk, not muslin either. You have only the dyed linen your mother attempted to enhance with some embroidery around the cuffs and collar. 

“Marcia and Marigold,” the twins introduce themselves as you cluster together in the gardens, grooms and servants bustling around carriages and chests. “Lady Calliope,” they call out the countess’ daughter, “we met prior, yes? Your mother is near Estrela.” 

“She is,” Calliope answers in her stern manner, herself seeming a widow in her black dress. The shimmery fabric makes up for its single tone. 

“Ameri, Dorida, and... Selene,” they point to the other girls, themselves clothed in scarlet, rose, and azure respectively. “We know the earls, your fathers. They gathered at our father’s hold for the battle near Caffre.” 

The twins take turns speak so that sometimes you cannot track whose lips are moving. It is even that they trade off in the middle of sentences. You find yourself almost as lost by their words as your new surroundings. 

“And you...” The twins turn their jade eyes upon you. It is there you have found the only difference in them; they have the same heights, the same hair, the same gowns even, but there is a sliver of grey through Marcia’s green iris. “We haven’t figured who you are.” 

“My father is an earl. In Woodsdam.” 

“Woodsdam,” they echo in unison and share a look. They are perplexed. 

“A minor house,” Calliope provides. “a farmer more than a noble, if I’m not mistaken.” 

“We have vast lands and we tend to them, yes,” you assure. You expect their condescension. Your father warned you for it but he bid that you keep your chin up. The king has given him a mission of his own and so you will represent the family for the time. “We keep our people well and we fed the king’s troops when they marched." 

“Mm, sounds very... common,” Marigold grins and her sister snorts into her hand. 

“We know many lords like us, yes. They work hard amidst their vassals. It keeps the lands strong so that we may better serve the crown,” you return evenly.  

Your mother helped you prepare. She coached you to keep your manners and your spine. The latter is much more difficult as you face these ladies and their bobbles with only a ribbon in your hair and a pair of patched gloves. 

“Woodsdam? I think I rode through it once on the way to my grandfather’s summer castle,” Ameri tuts, “it was little more than a swamp.” 

“It must’ve been the spring rains, perhaps, lady,” you offer. 

“Summer house,” she enunciates, “one travels there in the summer.” 

Your cheek twitches at her barbed retort. Very well. You are not used to their sharpness. Their chittering has thus far centered on gossip and the cost of their new caps. 

“A wonder the pauper’s daughter received an invite. Are you certain you can read, lady?” Dorida snipes and looks to the twins for approval. You notice how they all tend to do so. 

“It was sent to my father, Lord Eldon,” your voice quavers. You are not so strong as your mother bid you to be.  

They cackle at your meek response, “the precious maiden of Woodsdam.” 

You put your head down as the activity all around threatens to swallow you up. You wish the ground would rent and you would fall right through. All your excitement has dissipated to a sludge in your veins. You touch your cheek as you try not to show your embarrassment. 

“The Lord of Woodsdam,” a deep voice startles you as boots approach from behind, “is that what I heard?” 

You stiffen up as the ladies before you hush and blink, almost in tandem. They curtsey as their faces wash over in shock and you turn to face the newcomer. A man in a deep blue vest over black sleeves and grey breeches. He wears belt of gold and a circlet across his brow in a similar hue. It is that which betrays his statues. 

You lower your eyes and mimic the other women, mortified to be faced with new king so informally. You would not think him wandering out in the yard. Still, he has vowed to be unlike the former leige. That he would be of the people. 

“King Steven, your majesty,” the others titter in a messy chant and you murmur your own propriety as you back away. You find yourself still to the shoulder of the king as the other ladies give no room for you to join. 

The vision of him stains your mind. He is tall, with dark blond tresses that extend past his neck, and blue eyes which put his own attire to shame. He has a jaw which looks etched in stone and a bearing which matches his rank. He is tall and broad and a finely built knight. 

“It is an honour,” Marcia says most boldly. 

“You may rise,” he allows in a breezy timbre. “I did hear my wife would receive new ladies. Young ladies.” 

“Your majesty,” the murmur rolls across each lip. 

“It is much needed. We have so many established ladies at court and yet we need to think of the future. Of the next generation,” he declares as he emphasizes his words with his large hand. You watch his garnet ring to keep from so brazenly looking him in the face. 

“Certainly, your majesty,” Marcia and Marigold chime in unision. 

“And don’t worry for there are many young lords as well,” the king laughs galely at the quip which makes the ladies, yourself included, blush. “Ah, then, Woodsdam I believe we were speaking of...” 

You blink and glance at the other ladies. They are cowed, unsure if they were overheard in their derision. You hope as much as they that they were not. It is rather unflattering. 

“My father, Lord Eldon,” you explain, “your majesty.” 

“You? You are the young lady of Woodsdam I heard so much of.” 

“You did? Er, your majesty,” you curtsey apologetically; unnecessarily. 

“Certainly, I did. Your father was a great assistance in me holding counsel with the lower lords. He is very patient. “When not about his duty, he spoke of you oft. Though what matters are more important than family?” 

“Yes, your majesty,” you can’t help a smile, “my father is a very kind man.” 

“Kind and courageous. I’m certain you’ve inherited as much,” the king praises, “and these other ladies. The twins who belong to Mawsley, the Countess of Clovers daughter, and the three earls daughters from the White Plains.” 

The ladies each bow their heads as he proclaims them by their forebearers’ titles. You watch from aside, feeling even more out-of-place. The king recites them all proudly as he extends a finger for each. 

“Allow me myself to extend a welcome to Astra. When you are sorted, my wife shall receive you all and have you acquainted with the grounds. I hope you enjoy them, we’ve had the gardeners at work day and night,” he pronounces, “for now, I must be off, for a king has many obligations and not so much time.” 

He bows and turns on his heel, marching off with his shoulder straight and head high. He walks as a soldier does, not some lord. You’ve seen the difference before, more recently in the aftermath of battle. A soldier is more akin to a farmer, much as your father, whereas a Lord tends to keep his steps tight. 

“Wow, oh my,” Dorida fans herself, “he is rather handsome.” 

“Oh yes,” Marcia and Marigold say, the latter forging ahead, “we met him at our father’s castle. He is ever so charming.” 

“Hm, and the queen would love to hear it, I’m certain,” Calliope intones brusquely. 

“The queen is not here,” Ameri sneers, “so what does it matter? Besides, is it so wrong to state a truth?” 

“He is very elegant,” Selene agrees. 

“Much too kind, as well,” Marigold snips, “Woodsdam? He speaks as if it more than some paltry farmhouse.” 

“You’d never even heard of it,” Calliope remarks. 

“And how had you, hm? You seem the bookish type. Perhaps you should leave the maps to the men. What good will a river or road do for a widow’s welp?” 

“Needn’t be cruel,” Calliope rebuffs. 

“Pity if this is the lot they send,” Marcia shakes her head as the sisters share another cryptic look. 

You keep to yourself. That is all you can do. It is better to watch and learn than to leap and land wherever you might. Your mother always said so and she was your best teacher. 

“Right, there must be some maid who might show us to our rooms,” Marigold stands on her toes and waves at each passing servant. “I tire of the sunlight and boorish company.” 

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You have two trunks awaiting you in your chambers. Not as the other ladies who had at least a dozen each. Less humble than your lunger are the rooms themselves.

There is an antechamber hung with tapestries showing wildlife and flora, a table set for two and cushioned bench by the window. The bedroom is draped in similar hangings with a four-post bed and a grand hearth. A desk, another bench, a woven carpet, and fine accouterments on square tables. And a closet for the commode as well and a pot in the far corner of the bedchamber. 

If only your mother and father could see this. They would be just as amazed. You can’t help but admire all of it. To touch the curtains as you approach the window and stare off at the afternoon sky. The gardens are a medley of hues; petals and thorns; leaves and dirt. It’s all so wonderful, you can still hardly believe it. 

Seems those other ladies can’t either. You can’t help but think of their words anon. They said so outrightly what you doubted inwardly. You don’t belong here. It must be so clear to them. 

You lean on the ledge and peer down into the garden pathways. It is almost a labyrinth with how intricately they’ve laid out the hedges. You lower yourself down to your elbows and cross your arms as you sigh. 

Your eyes are drawn from the swaying roses to the dark speck that appears below. You squint at first. From the second floor, it is harder to discern. It is the glimmer of gold in his hair and the defined gait that gives away the king. For an instant, you believe you might be dreaming. 

He walks along one path and to the next. There is another with him. A man with darker hair and a stauncher figure. They speak and stop just as they enter a circled walkway centered by a large vase of flowers. The other man talks, though you can hear neither, and the king rubs his chin. 

You should turn away. They might think you an eavesdropper. Oh, too late! You don’t dare move as the king tilts his head. You wouldn’t want to pique his attention. You cannot tell if he has spotted you. Not until he raises a hand and waves. The other man stops and looks to follow the gesture. 

You stand up straight but before you can flee in horror, you recall yourself. It is improper to turn your back to the king. You lift your hand and return the wave. He dips his head and turns to clap his companion’s shoulder, pointing him onward. 

Oh, you hope he is not unhappy. If you pray, perhaps he will not have recognised you. You needn’t an enemy of the king as well. 

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— "MY JOLLY SAILOR BOLD." tweels

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SYNOPSIS: You meet two mysterious yet beautiful mermen around your age and you ask them to sing for you. They agree—though there's one condition....they want a kiss in return. A fair deal and you decide that nothing could possibly go wrong....right?

⊹ [ cw ] — suggestive, making out, lovesick/slightly yan-coded behavior, both of them pin for you, drowning, the tweels deserve a warning themselves, fighting, mild blood and injuries, mentions of murder, everyone here is morally grey◞

⊹ [ tags ] — gn! reader, on my siren eel agenda, flirty pirate mc, siren-eels are not to be messed with but mc is reckless, jade and floyd having an ariel moment but they're…a fucked up version of ariel, typical siren-behavior, floyd calls you pretty◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 3.3k+◞

WHAT AN ODD LITTLE pirate you were.

Raised by your mother, horrific twisted tales of the deep were practically bedtime stories for you. She was a former ship's captain and a seasoned sailor who had spent more than half of her life at sea.

Mother weaved tales of glorious bloody battles, of thrashing waves, and, most importantly, of dangerous creatures in the sea. Hatred and fear for these grotesque marine creatures have been indoctrinated in you since you were young. It was imbued to the very core of your being, hammered and nailed into your head.

Alas, it appears that you have entirely disregarded the cautions that were issued to you. Any capable pirate knew better than to invite merfolk around.

Especially if you were all alone on a ship.

This year, spring had arrived a little earlier than usual, but you didn't mind at all.

It was at an obscene hour of the night when you were aimlessly paddling your little rowboat over the waves.

Floating a few feet away from your ship, you were gazing out over the sea where the waters were flat and serene, blue as far as your vision would allow. It was a sight you've grown all too accustomed to seeing.

You've sailed a hundred expeditions down this route and you were well aware of the carnage and bloodshed that’s been wrought here in the name of piracy.

A majority of which you've taken part in as—Captain (Y/N).

Young as you were, despite your youth, you had ambition. Already having established yourself as a living legend—or, as some have dubbed you, a living nightmare.

Sailors—young and old—have perished in your name, ships have sunk at your command, and your sword has spilt the blood of hundreds. You had amassed a great fortune from wandering merchants, and fellow pirates alike, all of which were misfortunate enough to fall upon your path.

These were tales and legends from bygone eras; the golden age of piracy had long since passed. Nowadays, you just cruise the sea anyway you pleased.

Adventure seldom found you.

In the middle of reminiscing, you abruptly became aware of a shimmering brilliance beneath the murky sea.

Oh?

'Maybe it was a trick of the waves? Or was it the moonlight's illusion?' You ponder to yourself as you stand at the stern of the boat and look out into the dreary waters.

The entire ocean sleeps when the moon is full. In the middle of the night, no fish or creature would dare remain thus near a boat...so what could possibly be out there?

Peering down, you make eye contact with a pair of glowing yellow eyes, slitted into diamonds.

Startled, the unknown creature slips back into the darkness with scarcely a ripple to disrupt the waves enveloping all about them. You're hypnotized by their shimmering skin as they moved smoothly and elegantly past the icy surfs.

In those short seconds while staring into the pitch-black sea, your mind conjures only one word.

Mermaid.

STRANGE AND STRANGELY FASCINATING, it was. "It" being the obsessive infatuation the Leech twins had for you.

Since they were little, the two brothers have been watching you grow up on that ship, peeping at you behind rocks and tall clusters of brilliant coral.

Curiosity and an interest for humans drew them to you at first, so they thought nothing of it. However, later, as they grew older, that interest developed into something more.

One that made their hearts feel like it was going to burst, a blood-curdling carnage of red and pink spills gushing out in a splatter. With the mere mention of your name, their stomachs sink and turn. The hems of love along their hearts diving into obsession—both feelings closely akin.

Jade and Floyd haven't run upon anyone who was courageous enough to meet creatures like them. Though, they shouldn’t have expected anything less from a pirate like you with an astronomical desire for adventure.

As you waved down at them from the ocean's depths, both of them swiftly swam up to the surface, eager to meet you. Their hands were clamoring and their hearts were racing to a tune that sang praises for you.

"There you are." You grinned handsomely, cocking your head to the side. The flowing fabric of your blouse blew wildly in the fresh salty wind, exposing bits and pieces of your chest and neck for them to see. "Hello~"

Big love-tinted eyes peeked up at you, drinking in every feature, blemish, and scar on your flesh. Occasionally, your gazes would meet and they would quickly avert their stare—a deep blue hue creeping up their cheeks, almost as if they felt bashful around you.

Even then, you thought it would be more appropriate if you were the one who was acting timid.

Because, by the gods, their beauty was such a sight to behold above the waters. In all your years out at sea and land, you've seen no maiden nor man with such features.

Such captivating features.

Teal-haired, with keen, slitted eyes that were veiled with thick, drooping lashes. Cheeks colored with a pale touch of death.

They were breathtakingly beautiful.

There was an urge, a pull at your heart to dive down and join them—drowning yourself in their embrace. Though, you resisted, almost immediately recognizing the sorcery that pulled on your carnal desires.

Mother and weather-beaten sailors had warned you of this. This overwhelming want. This spellbinding stare. Yet as they both drift closer, the forewarned dangers vanishes from your thoughts like mist. You're now left with little more than a hazy consciousness as you see them approach your boat.

You are in grave danger yet you are not afraid. Fear does not grip you as you raise a leg over the side of the boat, swing it over the top of the wood, and then sit over the edge, never taking your eyes off the mermen in front of you.

Their entire body, apart from their eyes, were submerged in the water which made it hard to determine what their species were. Though you could occasionally catch the flicker of their tail slapping against the surface.

Speaking of their tail, it was an utterly resplendent sight! Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to explain its magnificience as it gleamed brighter than any of the gold or jewels your sullied hands have ever taken hold of.

Its lack of a single color and its vivid, luminous nature fascinated you. Depending on how the moonlight hit it, it radiated a wide range of shades, from the deep tint of blueish teal to a rich shade of bluish jade.

"First time away from your home?" You rasp, waving a hand in the ocean, watching as small ripples curved against the water's surface, tides of the blue abyss travelling outwards.

Minutes pass, and yet you get no response.

"Hmm…you two don't talk much, do you?"

Jade and Floyd knew all about pirates, heard every story, whisper, and tale of the bloodthirsty monsters fueled by lust for gold and glory. And yet, they somehow struggle to picture you as the avaricious captain you were labelled as.

Still, while you appeared free and jovial, both of them could sense that you yearned for the thrill of danger, for life-threatening adventure, and for the many fantastic yet perilous things the ocean has to offer.

They exchanged glances, and at that instant, their plan was set in place.

Appearing docile, Floyd shook his head no, hovering near you and spinning around playfully.

"Awe, aren't you a cute little guy?" You cooed, running a rough hand along his back. The mer shivered, preening at your compliment.

"I really shouldn't be so close to you, though. Us pirates usually avoid approaching any merfolk since…they feel your methods, your ways of living are…" You trailed off, waving a hand in the air as you searched for the right words.

"Spooky?" Jade spoke out, swimming closer to you with a sinister glitter in his eyes. Breath hitching in your throat, you leaned towards him, an amused smirk slowly stretching across your cheeks. "Oh ho? You do talk."

"I can do much more than that." Jade purred, the tone of his voice sinking into a sonorous lull.

Well, you certainly can’t deny that something draws you to these two.

The predictability of your life on these seas has gotten boring to you. Gone were the days of bloodthirsty glory instead, it was always the same routine. Poring over the same ancient yellowed maps, loitering about the deck, and secluding yourself away in the vast sea.

You know your mother would be horrified by your actions, disgusted to see you mingling and, Poseidon forbid—flirting with these…mer.

Though you couldn't bring yourself to care. Speaking with these two was the closest thing to excitement you've felt in a long time.

"That's a pretty voice, love." The grin on your face lacks any of the warmth it had in the past few moments.

You tip your head back and giggle, raspy and brittle, "I heard a mer's song was, um, what did those bards call it? Ah, yes—A voice that is so alluring that men and women jump overboard in squadrons."

"Hauntingly beautiful, that's what the poets call you mermaids…" You hum, watching them slyly from your row boat while reclining back against the wood.

Gaze drifting down their body, your arms folded around your chest and your gaze turned half-lidded, lips curled up in a sensual, cat-like smirk. "…and I can see why. Haunted, I am."

Both of them go abruptly silent and you chuckle, staring at them through the wreaths of grey smoke that curled into fanciful hazy whirls from the foggy environment.

Floyd and Jade squirmed as they both felt the strong pull of their instincts, screaming at them to just drag you into the waters already.

Your conniving praises and silver tongue was starting to get to them. One more push and—

"Say…I've been meaning to ask," You murmur, and seem to take a moment to stare into their innermost souls.

"Can you sing for me…?"

Something snaps.

Floyd makes a low sound, somewhere between a trill and a growl, while Jade's eyes darken considerably. Beneath your piercing, ice-cold gaze, the twins felt their nerves prickle up like the flickering electric stings of a jellyfish. 

This is a dangerous game you're playing. 

"…You're quite the flatterer," Jade—ever so composed—is quick to snap out of it and smiles simply, tapping his talons along the wooden deck. "…I suppose I could grant you your wish. Though, there is to be an exchange for it."

"Hm? What's that, mate?" You looked up at your ship from your little boat, eyes darting to the windows of your chambers. "That ol' girl isn't new to the seas so there's quite a lot of stuff there. Maybe some of my treasures will catch your fancy—"

"No." Jade interrupts you, the shadow over his eyes returns. "…I do not wish for any treasure or gold. All I want is a kiss."

"A kiss?" You parroted, an eyebrow elevated and amused laughter peaking from your lips. "I have chests of golds and heaps of ruby-eyed jewelry; yet, all you want is a kiss, is that truly what you desire?"

"Yes."

"Nothin' more?"

Jade ponders and pauses for a while, before turning to face his brother. "Floyd, perhaps you want something as well?"

"I wanna kiss from pretty shrimpy too!" Floyd cooed, pursing his lips at you and imitating kissing sounds by hollowing his cheeks. His strong arms, taut with ripping muscle, are crossed over one other as it rests upon the rims of your boat.

"So, what do you say, Captain? Is it a deal~?" Floyd stretches out a hand expectantly.

And you take it.

"Deal." You smirk. "One kiss for each of you, in exchange for a song. Pirate's honor."

Not like the honor of a pirate was worth much anyways.

The melody lifting from Jade's lips was somewhat familiar to you, yet it was of a faraway nostalgia. You couldn’t remember where you'd last heard it, but it felt…right. He had a voice that was velvety smooth; thick, and deep like a dream.

"Upon one summer's morning /  I carefully did stray," Jade sang, deep voice flowing off his lips in a sweet honeyed song—its melody lathering itself on your tongue. The saccharine taste of its imbricating rhythm obliterating every bit of skepticism you held towards them. "Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay."

"My heart is pierced by Cupid / I disdain all glittering gold." Jade continued, tucking the long dark strand of his hair behind his ear—leaning his head atop the rickety rims of the boat's mossy wood. "There is nothing can console me / but my jolly sailor bold."

"Come all you pretty fair mers, whoever you may be / Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea." Floyd hums along, lovingly tracing a hand up your arm. His voice was a lovely little thing; echoing deep throughout the air.

As expected, they sang beautifully, hauntingly; with an accent in a tongue native only to the sea. There was a mystical lull weaved into their voices—fitting to their titles as bewitching creatures of the sea.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid /I disdain all glittering gold." Jade stares straight ahead, his sapphire gaze alluringly fixed on you seated in front of him.

"There is nothing can console me…" Pushing himself up the wooden edge of your boat, the eel lures you over and you followed. "…but my jolly sailor bold."

As Jade's song came to its finality, he leaned in close and pressed a swift warm kiss atop your agape mouth, such tenderness in his affections—and that of heavily masked lust. The eel parted from you, nipping at your bottom lip and watching with unbridled delight as a flicker of pink hue glazed over your diluted eyes.  

"Come in the water, shrimpy~" Floyd cooed at you, claws reaching out to trace against the curve of the ships side. "We don't bite~"

Songbound, you leaned in towards the two and plunged in.

You don’t think about holding your breath.

The water was ice-cold and it strikes at you like a venomous bite. Yet before you could sink, two strong hands grasp at your waist, keeping you afloat in spite of the rough rocks of the sea. Jade was cradling you close to his chest, his hold firm and uncompromising while his tail encircled and bound your legs together.

"Hello, shrimpy~" Crooning, Floyd moved to rest his wet cheek against your tangled hair, talons pushing past the fringes of your damp torn-up shawl to rest against your thighs.

The slippery pads of his fingers trailed up to your torso; Travelling from your hips, past your corset, all the way up to your chest. The eel toyed with the drawstrings of your poet shirt before grasping it tight and yanking you forward.

"You're so pretty~" Floyd trailed his other hand up your neck, sharp talons feathering over your pulse dangerously. The eel craned his head down to meet you eye to eye. 

"I could just eat you up." The silky strands of his lashes fluttered against his lidded gaze as he leaned in close, breath fanning across your burning cheeks. Floyd pulled you into a deep kiss, loving the way you groaned against his mouth.

Chuckling against your lips, Floyd tightened his hold on your neck—his claws almost breaking skin, "You like that, shrimpy?"

You return the kiss, dazedly smiling against his lips before pulling away, lungs in desperate need of oxygen.

Floyd could see drops of water resting atop your swollen lips, and as your tongue darts out to wipe them, a fiery desire ignites in the deep curves and crooks of his heart. It didn't take long before he was diving in once more, lips pressing against the side of your neck.

While his brother was fixated on marking your skin, Jade hugged you from behind—affectionately cuddling into your hair.

The eel ran his hand up your throat and grasps your jaw with webbed hands to tilt your head backwards. He presses his lips against yours, the thick muscle of his tongue prying your mouth open before it darted in.

Floyd glides away from your form after a few minutes, leaving your neck sufficiently bitten and marked. He grinned excitedly and took your hands in his webbed ones, whisking you away from Jade.

You couldn't help but notice how he was gently dragging you away from the rowboat. "Say, shrimpy~ You ever wondered what it's like to swim under the sea?"

A flash of clarity hits you, shattering the enchanting spell that both mermen had cast upon your heart. You sensed danger as both eels started to close in, grinning ominously which revealed their fangs—long and dripping with thirst.

It seems that your fun little swim was over.

"I can't say I've ever experienced the pleasures of drowning—" you muttered. "And I don't intend to do so very soon."

The texture of their tails may appear solid and rough, but when you kick your legs at Floyd's, you immediately discover how the skin is supple when touched.

The sharp end of your worn boots cut at his silky luminescent skin, dragging along the scales of his flesh and leaving a deep cut in its wake. A small trickle of blue blood spreads into the waters and the eel hisses, darting away from you.

You try to swim away, but something—or rather, someone—gets in your way.

"My my, leaving so soon, pearl?" Jade quips, grin all-to-sharp.

In hindsight, it was foolish to interact with two mermen you hardly knew, especially ones who were taut with sharp teeth and firm muscles. Any pirate with half a mind would know to turn the other way and flee if these two approached them.

The mer both advanced to surround you, a mysterious glimmer swimming behind the haze of their duo-colored eyes.

A startling epiphany rushes over you.

As slippery as they might be, there’s no hiding the lethal sheen of pink in their eyes—especially not from you, a pirate who’s spent a fair number of their days hauling the cold dead bodies of lovesick sailors away from their watery graves.

These two weren't your run-of-the-mill mermen, no. You have heard about them before—in tales and legends.

Mermaids. Vampires of the sea. Water nymphs. Naiads. Sirens.

Many names, yet they are all the same.

A sighting like this is not unusual. This species of mer is mostly found in the deepest, darkest sections of the ocean, and they only come up to hunt at night.

It seems that you've walked right into their trap. Sailors were their easiest prey.

"Ah." You grit your teeth, a low, breathy snarl slipping past your swollen lips. "I should've known."

There’s a warm yet strong pressure against your shoulders and arms; followed by an odd feeling of heaviness as you were suddenly propelled down the water's surface. Webbed hands keep you pinned beneath the waves and you're suddenly all-too-aware of your body's exhaustion; of the salty liquid flowing past your tongue and the scorching gurgle that ignites your lungs as water fills it.

There's a ruckus around you, and you can barely hear Jade's voice, who was eerily calm in the midst of your murder. A bottle is then abruptly forced into your mouth, the potion within it spilling down your throat and leaving you disoriented.

It appears that today is the day that the monotony in your life finally ends. The pull of unconsciousness becomes too strong to resist, and the world darkens.

TO BE CONTINUED...?

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Okay so we've got headcanons with the twst vices tickling their S/O, now we need the reverse. How do these boys react to getting tickled?

pay attention!

Characters: Vice-dorm Leaders (Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Ortho, Rook, Lilia)

Synopsis: When your lover isn't paying attention to you, what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?

Tags: tickling, fluff, crack(?)

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: wooo the long awaited tickling headcanons!! sorry it took me so long to finish the series hehe, hope you enjoy it!!

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ticklish rating: 3/10

there's a new dessert Trey has been experimenting with lately, but it hasn't been easy

so recently, he's always got his nose stuck in a recipe book when you're with him

this means less cuddles and affection, which upset you a bit

as he hums in response to your questions and conversation attempts, you start to understand why he was upset the other day

but also, isn't this a perfect time for revenge?

you quietly approach him, trying to stifle your laughter, but really with how focused he was, he probably wouldn't have heard it

your fingers dance over his sides and under his arms, wriggling about to find his weak spots

but instead of laughing, he jumps and shrieks at your attack

"Huh? Woah there! What was that for, sweetcakes?"

you continue trying to find a ticklish spot but his face remains confused, smiling wryly at your antics

oh dear, it turns out he's not ticklish at all???

the recipe book is long forgotten at this point, but now you just want to get a reaction out of him

so begins you trying to tickle all spots that you can think of, while he sits still and watches as you experiment around

you try drawing gentle circles with your finger onto his palm

he lets out a laugh at your soft caresses

!!! HE HAS SENSITIVE HANDS!!!

Trey's eyes widen in surprise as your fingers flutter gently on his palm. His initial confusion is quickly replaced with a soft chuckle and a look of wonder. "Okay, wait, that felt slightly ticklish," he admits.

But he immediately regrets admitting that to you, because the next second you're doubling your efforts to make him laugh. He tries to fend off your tickles, but you're determined to gain his attention.

"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasps between laughs. "I guess I deserved that. You got my attention, all right." He sighs in relief when your fingers pull back, "Now then, will it be better if we study the book together?"

ticklish rating: 9/10

you can't really blame Ruggie for always being busy and not having enough time for you

he's consistently on the move, managing errands and making the most out of every opportunity

but on some days he's just so busy that you can only see glimpses of him or he's just that focused that he can't even see you

unfortunately, today is one of those days

ruggie has zipped past you no less than three times, each time running a different errand, buying Leona lunch, picking dandelions, among other tasks

so by the next time you see him, you've already formulated a plan to get his attention

he's in his PE uniform this time, and once you manage to grab onto his shirt to stop him, you reach out and start tickling him, just like he did to you the other day

Ruggie yelps in surprise and laughter "Wha- It's you- Wait- Shyahahaha! What the-?"

he tries to squirm away but can't help but laugh, especially as you start tickling his ears

his tough exterior melts away into the infectious hyena laughter that you love

thank goodness you attacked him in a secluded area, his pride would've been so hurt otherwise

Ruggie erupts in a burst of laughter, losing his grip on the stack of books he's lugging. His ears perk up, and his tail thrashes excitedly as he attempts to evade your tickling fingers.

He turns to face you with wide grey eyes, a mix of confusion, shock, and amusement on his face. "Hey, what's the big idea?" he grumbles, though there's a playful glint in his eyes that can't be denied.

"Oh jeez, I didn't realise I was that busy..." he mutters with a tinge of guilt. "Alright, meet me in Savanaclaw at 5! I promise I'll make it up to ya!" He says determined. He places a quick peck on your lips, before running off to another task once again.

ticklish rating: 2/10

it's another hectic day in octavinelle, azul has big plans to boost sales through some new marketing tactic

and this of course means that Jade has become incredibly busy with these plans

normally you would greatly enjoy watching your beloved in his business mode, with polite smiles as he greeted customers, effortless smooth gestures as he glided across the room which would melt into genuine, loving glances when he turned to you

but this time, you really did need to talk to him about your new terrarium and how it looked more and more dead by day

but each time, before the question could even escape your lips, another errand in need of the vice-housewarden's help magically appears

so you took the chance to tackle him when he went into the supply closet (knowing he would not appreciate being dishevelled in public), fingers wriggling around his sides to try to make the fearsome eel crumble in laughter

but instead, he's completely silent, just his pair of mismatched eyes wide open, curiously focused on you

a wry smile forms on his face as he says teasingly, "My, I regret to inform you my pearl, but moray eels are immune to tickling,"

you freeze at his words. uh oh

Before you can even react, he swiftly sweeps you off your feet and carries you toward the VIP room. "Oh dear, I've been a terrible lover, haven't I? It appears I'll have to neglect my responsibilities for a bit..." he sighs, his brows knitted with concern. He continues in a hushed tone, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Though I admit I would prefer to remain by your side as well,"

"Hm...?" He hums, his lips curving into a mischievous smile as you nuzzle into his neck, concealing your face. "Are my kisses ticklish, perhaps?" He pauses, then continues with a teasing tone, "Well, I suppose it's only fair, considering my dearest pearl has initiated an attack as well."

"By all means, I'd like to see you find my ticklish spots. Though you must be prepared, love, there is no deed I would not return," he grins mischievously, thoroughly enjoying how flustered you are.

ticklish rating: 9/10

it's not surprising your lover doesn't always have time for you

ever the dutiful servant, Jamil works every second of his life to serve kalim in every sense of life

it's something you'd long accepted since being in a relationship with him, but you can't deny you find yourself feeling lonely when he prepares feast after feast for scarabia

plus you know he likes it when you're selfish and want to monopolise his attention

you find your beloved standing by a large pot of stew on the stove, unfazed by your presence

you try calling out to him, but he's completely unresponsive Jamil are you okay

you tickle his sides for a bit, trying to gauge a reaction, but he instantly jumps and squeals "AHHHH! WHA-"

whoops turns out he's really ticklish

he relaxes when he sees it's you, and automatically starts leaning onto you, the fatigue weighing his body down

maybe you shouldn't tickle him too much for now

"I'm sorry I've been so busy lately, I just want to make everything perfect for Scarabia," he murmurs, a faint smile gracing his lips as he nuzzles into your embrace. "But I'm so grateful you're here. I missed you too."

"Really? Are you sure you don't mind helping out?" He looks up at you with those warm, expressive eyes, his gratitude evident. "Thanks... I really appreciate it,"

His hands find yours, clasping them gently. He leans his forehead against yours as he whispers, "I promise. I'll make more time for us, I swear."

ticklish rating: ???

Rook can always find beauty in everything and anything, so it's not unusual for him to be distracted

though you sometimes do wish you were the only one he would have his eyes on

but you wouldn't change him for the world, because his delight in even simple details is so infectious you can't help but want to stay by his side and listen to him rant on and on

still, that doesn't stop you from getting jealous of the person at the centre of his attention, mainly from magazines about a certain actor in RSA

so you decided to get his attention by tickling him, because maybe it could surprise your ever-careful hunter?

your fingers lightly danced along his sides, staring as his watchful eyes directed their gaze towards you

"Trickster! Oh dear, I'm quite ticklish!"

...so he says, but he's hardly flinching away from your touch at all

you try shifting your hands to other sensitive areas, but his lips simply curl into an affectionate smile, and he gently clasps your hands

you're not sure if he's lying or not, but you definitely have his attention now

"Oh là là! How daring of you, Trickster! To sneak up on a hunter like myself... Beauté! Your boldness is very attractive!" Rook exclaims, his eyes twinkling teasingly.

"Mon cœur, you always find the most charming ways to capture my attention," Rook says, his voice filled with tenderness. "But if it's my attention you seek, you have it, my darling, always."

"Now, is there something you would like to do in the moment?" he asks, gently planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Personally, I wouldn't mind losing myself in your eyes..."

ticklish rating: 0-7/10

it started off really simple, Ortho was just busy researching new strats for idia to try in a newly released game

but the game was open-world, so there was a lot of information to sift through

so in a light-hearted attempt to get his attention, you tried tickling him

only you forgot he's not ticklish at all

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are tickling me? I'm not ticklish at all," he asks, tilting his head in confusion

you laugh as you explain it's just a fun thing friends do, but you've only made him more interested

he goes back to idia that night, asking him about friends and tickling

sure, big bro's not the best person to ask when it's about friendships, but he tries his best with his anime knowledge

and so ortho now wants a tickle response system so he can simulate being like real friends! and who is idia to deny him

the next day, ortho runs up to you excitedly

"Prefect! Go ahead, tickle me!" Ortho's voice rings out with excitement, his eyes shimmering like a pair of bright stars in the night sky.

Confused, you hesitantly reach out to tickle his sides like you did the day before. He instantly erupts in laughter, "Ahahaha! I'm ticklish now! It's a success!"

"How is it? Doesn't this make me more like a real boy now? We can have tickle flights now!" he exclaims. "My brother is so amazing!"

ticklish rating: 2/10

as much as you loved Lilia, you physically could not love his cooking

though that sentiment could be shared by many, even silver and sebek

so it's not uncommon for you to be called in to distract Lilia from whatever dish he has set his mind on mutilating

whatever distraction you come up with, it must be surprising and fun, he's notorious for brushing aside feeble attempts, determined to perfect his culinary concoctions

so, why not try tickling him?

this time, he's trying to remake a lemon tart he had sampled many years ago in his travels

though you're not sure what's compelling him to add pepper to the lemon curd (to give it more flavour he says...)

but as usual, the recipes aren’t nearly nutritious enough!

as he's scavenging around for 'nutritious ingredients' to add to the mix, you sneak close to him and start your attack, wriggling your fingers at his neck

"Ahaha! My dear, what's the matter?" He laughs gently, turning around to face you

but before you can even react, he's got both you hands pinned above your head, a devilish grin on his face

"Playing such tricks on an old man like me? You youngsters always trying to keep me on my toes, I see." he hums thoughtfully. "Though I suppose this means it's only fair if I return the favour, khehehe..."

His hands dance around your sensitive areas, his eyes keen on your reactions. With a wry, knowing grin, he asks, "Oh? It seems you're quite ticklish here?" A mischievous twinkle dances in his eyes. "Don't complain now, you're the one who tried to attack this poor defenseless fae."

By the time he pulls back, you're gasping for breath. "Now then," he inquired with a soft voice, "what prompted this sudden onslaught, dearest?" His fingers, tender as they grazed your hair, emitted a comforting warmth. "If you wanted my attention, I would have gladly given it to you."

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I saw that you were interested in lab rats requests, and I'm obsessed with that show and have like a billion thoughts in my head so can i request a chase davenport x reader, where the reader is perry's niece and shes kind of a grey character. Like she's mean to everyone who deserves it, especially those who are mean to Chase, which is honestly a lot of people. Similar to Jade from victorious but less intense lol. One day she just goes off and Chase is just so into it.

Chase Davenport With Principal Perry's Niece Headcanons

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A/N: fun fact, i know jade from clips on tiktok, but ive actually never really seen victorious aside from one episode that my ex made me watch years ago that i barely paid attention to lol

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He’s a bit scared of you at first

He thinks you’ll be like your aunt, who’s a bit of a nightmare

But he’s quickly proven wrong when you’re left alone

“You! Dorky twerp!” Principal Perry pointed at Chase and his siblings, and they all looked at her confused.

“Think that means you, bud,” Adam said, pushing Chase towards the woman before running off, Bree and Leo hot on his heels. Chase hesitantly closed the distance between him and Perry.

“Yes, Principal Perry?”

“Meet my niece, Y/n.” It was then that he noticed you, standing beside your aunt. You wore a bored expression. “She’s new here, moved in with me because her parents are fighting for custody, and the judge thinks they’re both incompetent.”

“Aunt Terry…” You groaned, wishing she didn’t always feel the need to share such personal and unnecessary information.

“Anyways, I want you to show her to her classes.” Perry leaned in close to Chase, glaring at him. “Make a move on her, and you’re dead meat, Daven-dork.”

You and Chase watched her walk away, somewhat mortified. Then you looked at each other in an awkward silence. You were the first to speak.

“Sorry about her…” You laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. “What’s your name?”

“Chase.” He responded, a bit taken aback. If he was being honest, he thought that there was something in Perry’s DNA that made her the crabby, mean woman she was. So it would’ve made sense if everyone related to her was similar. “Chase Davenport.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile, holding your hand out for him to shake. He smiled back as he shook your hand. 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

You quickly become inseparable, much to your aunt’s chagrin

You’re a lot nicer than her, which surprises everyone

But that doesn’t mean you’re never mean

Luckily, it’s only to people who deserve it

Trent was quick to become a pain in your ass. Not directly to you; he was too scared of Perry’s wrath. But the way he treated Chase and his siblings pissed you off. Chase told you not to worry about it, that he was used to it, but you weren’t having it.

“Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you should be, Chase.” You say as he told you for the tenth time today to forget about Trent and his behavior.

“Aw, it’s cute that you care,” Chase said, laughing when you jokingly pushed him and told him to be quiet. But then he got pushed again, only this time much rougher.

“This kid bothering you, Y/n?” Trent asked with a flirty grin, getting close. You rolled your eyes, pushing past him to get back to Chase.

“No, but someone else is.” You say with a deadpan tone, staring intensely at Trent. He looked around the hall.

“Who?”

“Jesus.” You muttered, you and Chase snickering to each other as you walked away.

Sometimes, your anger gets the best of you

Like when Chase’s bullies start to get a bit physical

You fight back more than he does

After what felt like forever, you got out of your last class of the day and went to the main hall to wait for Chase. He was often waiting for you by his locker, ready to walk you home.

But today, he wasn’t the only person at his locker. A few guys from the football team surrounded him, pushing him whenever he tried to move away.

“Fellas, come on.” He laughed nervously. 

“Shut up, nerd!”

“Hey!” You shouted from across the hall, effectively grabbing all of the boys’ attention. You stomped over to them. “Leave him alone.”

The jocks all turned to surround you, looking amused.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” One of them asked, leaning close to you. “You know, I’m not afraid to hit a girl.”

“I’m not either.” You responded before stomping on his foot and punching him in the stomach. He yelped in pain, and his friends backed away. You grabbed the boy by the ear, making him wince. “Considering football is probably the only thing you and your friends are good at, I suggest you apologize and get the hell out of here. Unless you wanna try to play with some broken fingers?”

The jock immediately shook his head, the others doing the same.

“I’m sorry.” He squeaked.

“I’m not the one you should be saying that to.” You let go of his ear and pushed him towards Chase. Chase stepped aside, watching the football player run into the lockers from the force of your shoving. 

“Sorry…” He said to Chase before looking at his friends and running away with them. The apology didn’t seem too genuine, sounding more scared than anything else. But it was a start.

“You okay?” You asked, looking Chase up and down for any possible damage. He stared at you in slight shock, slowly nodding. You smiled and held your hand out. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Chase swiftly grabbed your hand, walking out of the school with you.

“That was hot.” The short but serious sentence made you laugh.

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Unwanted: Chapter 9, Unselfish - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of past trauma, Pocket's self esteem issues.

Word Count: 1.8k

Previously On...: Jade's really doing her best in insert herself into Bucky's life. After forgetting all about you when he walked off with her at Central Park, you and Bucky have a talk, and he seems to see where you're coming from. Hopefully, you've reached an understanding.

A/N: FINALLY! Some quality Pepper Potts. I weirdly love writing her, for some reason, and she played a larger part in my original draft of this story, so I am so happy to finally give her some time to shine. To everyone getting hit by the Nor'Easter this weekend, I feel you. Currently snowed in and freezing. It's supposed to be Spring, damnit!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

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The next day, you called upon the one person you knew had been in your shoes and you hoped could help you make sense of your emotions. You knocked on the door of Pepper’s office, letting yourself in when she called out an invitation to enter.

“Pocket!” She put down the file she was perusing and stood up, walking around her desk to embrace you. “To what do I owe the pleasure, honey?”

“Hey, Pep,” you said, returning her hug with all the affection you felt for her. “Do you have a minute? I was hoping to talk to you about something.”

“For you?” she asked, motioning for you to sit in one of the armchairs that sat near the windows. “Always.” She called for her assistant to bring you both a pot of tea and you made idle small talk while you waited for it to arrive.

“So,” she said once her assistant brought the tea and poured you both a cup, then  departed with orders to hold all Pepper’s calls, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Is it business or personal?”

“Personal,” you told her, taking a sip of the Earl Grey.

“Did something happen with you and Bucky?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. “Did he do something?”

“No,” you laughed, though there was no real humor in it. “God, no. Bucky’s been perfect. I’m worried that I’m the problem.” You put your cup down and looked at her. “Pep, when you and Tony first got together, how did you handle it?”

Pepper leaned back in her chair. “You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific, honey. Tony’s given me a lot to handle over the years.”

You snickered at that. “Yeah, fair enough,” you said. “I guess I’m not really sure how to word this. We both know that, before you, Tony was a… well…”

“A giant slut?” Pepper offered.

“I was going to say something like ‘amorously adventurous’, but yeah, ‘giant slut’ also works,” you said with a laugh. “Even after you two became an official couple, women were still throwing themselves at him. How… how did you deal with it? Sometimes I just get so angry, so jealous, I want to scream. I hate feeling like this.”

Pepper reached across the coffee table and took your hand in hers. “Oh, honey,” she said, her voice conveying her sympathy. “I’m going to tell you something that took me a lot of time and pain to learn: You can’t control what other people are going to do. I won’t lie to you, it wasn’t easy for me. Every woman who made a pass at Tony, I kept thinking ‘she’s prettier, she’s smarter, she’s younger; why would he choose me when he could have any or all of them?’"

“But,” you began, “you’re Pepper Fucking Potts. You’re amazing.” The thought distressed you. If someone as absolutely wonderful as Pepper struggled like that, what hope was there for you?

“That’s what Tony said.” Pepper offered you a wistful smile. “I had to realize that it didn’t matter what any of those other women did, how they threw themselves at him. The only thing that mattered was how Tony reacted to them, and whether or not I trusted him. And I trusted him. So, you have to ask yourself: Do you trust Bucky?”

You nodded fervently. “With my life,” you said.

“No offense,” Pepper began, “but he’s your teammate. Yes, you trust him with your life, but you could say the same about Thor, or Clint, or even Rhodey. Do you trust him with your heart?”

“I do.” There was no ounce of hesitation in your answer, no pause for consideration. You trusted Bucky implicitly, with every fiber of your body and soul.

“Then you have to hold onto that,” Pepper said. “Like I said, you can’t control what other people are going to do, but you can control how you react to them. If you trust Bucky, then why waste your energy worrying about what someone else might do? Especially if you don’t have any doubts about how Bucky feels about you.”

“I know,” you sighed, “but it just feels like it’s so much easier said than done. Like, I know he loves me, but I’m so scared that one day, he’s going to wake up and realize that I’m just not worth it. That he could do so much better. Or that I’m holding him back. Did you know I’m the first person he slept with since the ‘40s?! What if he decides that he wants more? That, even though he loves me, I’m just not enough to keep him satisfied?”

Pepper exhaled and scooted forward in her chair to be closer to you, taking both your hands in hers. “Honey, I might be biased because you’re essentially my sister-in-law and I love you so much, but you are, by far, more than enough. I know you get caught up in your head, and that all of this relationship business is brand new to you, but you’re extraordinary. Look at everything you’ve overcome and where you’ve gotten yourself. Do you know how many people who have been through what you’ve endured would have just given up? Or settled for so much less?”

You halfheartedly shrugged your shoulders. “If it hadn’t been for Tony, though, I–”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Pepper interrupted gently. “Tony just saw what was already inside of you. He saw your drive, your raw talent. He knew you were starting from behind the finish line, and he just provided the resources to help you catch up. If you had been brought up the way you should have been, the way you deserved, with the love and support that parents are supposed to provide, I have no doubt that you would have found yourself here on your own eventually, with or without any assistance from Tony.”

Your throat caught with the weight of Pepper’s words. You held the CEO in the highest esteem, and to hear her speak of you this way filled your heart. “I wish you and Tony had been my real family,” you whispered, hoping to keep the cracks in your voice in check. “I love you both so much.”

Pepper’s face softened. “We might not be your blood family, honey,” she said, her eyes growing glassy with unshed tears, “but never for a minute think we aren’t your real family. You’re the family we chose, just like I hope we’re the family you chose.” You nodded in agreement– they were the family you chose– the entire team was, but Pepper and Tony were special. “I wish you could see what we all see whenever we look at you,” she said.

You swallowed thickly. “I wish I did, too.”

“Can I make an observation?” Pepper asked gently, as though afraid of overstepping. When you nodded, she continued: “Being loved has always been transactional for you. You were never allowed to just be loved for who you were; your sad excuse for a mother and her monster of a boyfriend made you work for it in the most horrible ways imaginable. They gave you less than the bare minimum, and only if they felt you’d earned it from them. That’s no way for a little girl to grow up. And it breaks my heart, because now that you’re surrounded by people who love you for you, and a man who would literally die for you, who sees no other woman than you, you’ve been so conditioned to think that, if you’re not actively working to earn that love, you don’t deserve it. And Pocket, honestly, nothing could be further from the truth. You make all of our lives better just by being in them.”

You looked down at where she still held your hands in hers. God, you wanted to believe her. She made it sound so fucking easy.

As if sensing your hesitation, Pepper went on: “I’m going to make a recommendation,” she said. “I’m making it not just as your friend, but as a sister and your boss, because I think it would be beneficial in all aspects of your life right now. You’re free to do with the recommendation whatever you like; I only ask that you seriously consider it.”

You looked at her, anxiety beginning to course through you as you ran through all the possibilities of what she could possibly have to say. You nodded for her to continue.

“I want you to consider getting yourself back into therapy,” she said, gently squeezing your hand. “We can all tell you how wonderful you are, how worthy of love, until we’re blue in the face, but it’s not going to do any good until you actually believe it.”

You looked down, ashamed to meet her eye. You had been in therapy for years while you were in college and when you first started working for Stark Industries, but you’d prided yourself on your progress and had stopped attending sessions a long time ago.

“I know you’re private when it comes to your past,” Pepper continued, “and that you don’t want anyone thinking less of you or pitying you because of what you’ve been through, but honey, it’s not healthy for you to go on this way. You’re in a whole new phase of your life right now that should be filling you with joy, but you’re unhappy. I’m not saying that to make you feel bad, or to make you feel like you can’t handle it, but don’t you think it would be good to have some help? Maybe you could talk to Tony about accessing his Virtual Therapy program. That way, you’re not divulging your secrets to a real person, but you’re still getting the help you need.”

You looked at her, considering her suggestion. It had a lot of merit, and you wouldn’t have to open up to an actual person, just FRIDAY. And Tony had created it, had trusted it with his own issues, so you knew the system would be secure, and just as good, if not better, than speaking to a human therapist.

“Yeah, okay,” you finally agreed. “I’ll talk to Tony and see what we can set up.”

The relief on Pepper’s face was palpable as she stood, pulling you up so she could embrace you again. “You’re so important to me, Pocket,” she whispered. “To all of us. None of us want to see you trapped in your head. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thanks, Pep,” you said, squeezing her back. “I’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

“I am, too, honey,” Pepper said, stepping back and releasing her hold on you. She brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. “Anytime you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You nodded, thanked her again, and made your way out of her office. Once back in the hallway, you pulled out your cell phone, dialing Tony’s number. 

“Hey, kiddo,” he answered. You could hear the sounds of DUM-E extinguishing something in the background; he was obviously down in his lab, setting something on fire. “What can I do for you?”

“Hey, Boss,” you began, taking a deep breath, “I need to ask a favor…”

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[yuri-is-online]

I could have sworn I had a proper ask for this, but Tumblr seems to have eaten it. Anyway I'll do my best to give which ones I have and explain my reasoning. I will continue referring to Yutu as Yutu in my writing so if you don't like these names there is no need to stick to them.

notes: this is part of my fyuuture kid au, information about which can be found on my masterlist under the series section.

Heartslabyul

Riddle! Yutu's real name is March. This is a reference both to the march hare in Alice in Wonderland and the phrase "in like a lion out like a lamb" as it reminds me of Riddle's temper.

Trey! Yutu is a triplet, and I wanted to give them baking themed names? Yutu's real name is Bran, Yutres's is Clementine, and Yushi's is Hazel. I like to think Clementine goes by Clem and has that stereotypical hatred of her full name because it means she's in trouble.

Cater! Yutu... was really hard to come up with a good name for. I kind of like Rain though? It's *unique* but it's very pretty and I could see Cater wanting a name that was a bit more hippy and alt than normal.

Ace! Yutu had Elias submitted as his real name by a requestor and I don't hate it? It's a pretty normal name and does sound like something he'd come up with thinking it would remind Yuu of their world. The other name I would offer is Jack, because well. Jack of Hearts, but that might end up being Ace's brother's name and I cannot see him naming his son after his brother or that other Jack we know...

Similarly Deuce! Yutu had the name Johan submitted in the same ask and it actually has a very similar meaning to Elias (god is gracious v lord is my god) and again. I could see Deuce wanting to honor a name from Yuu's world with their first kid. The other name I would offer is Damien, as his name is Deuce and his mother is named Dilla, so the D names seem to be a theme.

Savanaclaw

Leona! Yutu... I wrote down the name Kutaka for him. Scar has two possible real names listed on his wiki page and I became attached to the headcannon this reddit user put forward I found while researching them. The name Kutaka comes from the phrase "to want" and if he was born than Leona wanted him. Simple as that.

Forgive me but I wrote down Akiba for Ruggie! Yutu's real name. Supposedly it means "savings" in Swahili and as... unromantic and practical of a meaning that might be I could see Ruggie naming his kid that in the hopes of promoting fiscal responsibility in his future.

Jack! Yutu's real name is Ashe. It's a type of tree, and a type of grey. Jack's name is believed to be taken from the author of "Call of the Wild" but I didn't find any names there or in related works I liked. So woodsy name it was.

Octavinelle

Azul! Yutu's real name is Archimedes. I took it from a minor character in the Little Mermaid tv show who is Ariel's friend who is also obsessed with the human world, but I like the idea of him having the same name as an important historical figure in our world. Also Yuu could call him Archie and he could hate it.

Jade! Yutu's real name is Merrin. Fannon has Jade call Yuu his pearl a lot, and Merrin can mean pearl of the sea. I like the imagery of Jade naming his child after his precious partner.

Floyd! Yutu's real name is Jasper. It's an orange red stone, and shrimps are also orange red. The octotrio all have names related to color in some way, but Jade and Floyd can also be referencing gemstones so I like the idea that they'd reach for similar names for their own kids.

Scarabia

Kalim! Yutu's real name is Mazin. The name means "rain clouds" but those are a blessing in the desert. Not to mention that rain is what Oasis Maker does!

Jamil! Yutu's real name is Sohail. The name seems to mean "star" or "trouble free." Najma also can mean "star" and Jamil wants for a life that is trouble free. It feels like a name he'd like.

Pomefiore

Vil! Yutu's real name is Laurie for no other reason that his unique magic deals with painting and I like Little Women. Also it feels like a fun name and I can see Vil cooing over it.

Rook! Yutu's real name is Oliver. If he were to have a sibling their name would be Roland. This is not foreshadowing for his post.

Epel! Yutu's real name is Jyri. It means farming man and I wanted a cute sounding name.

Ignihyde

I had a real hard time deciding Yutu Shroud's name. I sort of like Orpheus if we're being honest here... sure that's the name of a tragic hero and not how Idia would want his relationship to go, but it's a pretty name.

Diasomnia

The Draconia's have a clear naming pattern so Malleus! Yutu's real name is Malleyu because of course Malleus wishes to name his son after his beloved spouse. In the bad timeline, as part of forgetting who Mal is, Yuu gives Yutu a different name. I had written down Cadmus, the name means "from the east" and references a man who turns into a snake.

Lilia does not have a clear idea where his name comes from and he named his first kid Silver; I think he'd defer to Yuu for names. What is the point of having a kid with a vampire fae general if you can't name him Alucard?

Silver! Yutu's real name is Lance 1) because it is a type of weapon so Silver will approve 2) as a shortened form of Lancelot, who was a knight raised by fairies.

Sebek! Yutu's name is malleus I sort of like the idea of Yuu insisting he be named Thor. It fits in just well enough with the Zigvolt naming structure (both Sebek and Baur seem to be named after gods) and Yuu gets to use something from their world.

Extra

I think we said this already but Rollo! Yutu's real name is Jehan, after his brother. Jehan is the name of Frollo's brother in the book version of Hunchback.

[ooriru]

christmas with azul

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"azul~~"

as you call for his name, he shuddered. that tone in your voice seemed very sketchy, but he ignored his gut feeling and turned to you.

"yes, dear?"

you paused your mischievous deeds to admire his pretty face. gosh, you almost felt bad for pranking him. his cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold, his pale face contrasted with it. he looked so adorable with that red nose. he had waited outside where it was snowing, babysitting watching you make a snowman with the leech twins.

you smiled, and the corner of his lips tugged. he loved your smile, truly. but nothing great comes from you hanging out with floyd. his milky grey eyes drifted to your hands, which were hidden behind your back. his eyebrows slowly furrowed as he pieced together what you were planning to do.

"darling..."

"hmm?"

you hummed, and before azul could react, your mitted hands threw a snowball. at azul... straight in the face.

he shrieked at the coldness while hearing floyds howling laughter and jade's attempt to cover his laugh. he huffed as he reached to pull out his magic pen.

"shrimpy! stop him!"

and you flung yourself onto azul, arms wrapped around his neck and head snuggled beneath his chin. he paused and sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and glared back at the twins.

© OORIRU 2023

[themidnightcrimson]

Cumslut. | w. maximoff

summary: in which a cozy night in bed turns into wanda turning you into her needy cumslut.

warnings: top!wanda, cumstrap (r receiving), magically enhanced strap, breeding kink, cum kink, size kink, teasing, jealousy, kissing, breast play, grey sweatpants + strap = horknee, i need wanda to turn me into her personal toaster strudle rn, petition to be wanda's twinkie

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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The movie was only halfway over when your phone that was sat on the nightstand lit up in your dark bedroom. Glancing over at the nightstand, you slid out of Wanda’s arms to reach past the now empty popcorn bowl and grab your phone.

As you leaned back into Wanda’s arm, which was slung across your pillow behind you, you could feel jade eyes staring past your shoulder as you checked the text message you had received from Nat.

Wanna come over? Maria brought drinks ;)

You and Wanda had spent the night cuddled up in bed watching movies, which was your usual nighttime routine on the weekends. While you sometimes felt left out as your friends went out and drank and partied without you, you cherished every cozy moment with Wanda—her arm cradling your back, your legs tangled together under the warm, fluffy blanket she had draped over the two of you.

Feeling a hand squeeze your waist, you looked up to your redhead girlfriend. As the light from the TV illuminated her beautiful face that was close to yours, she gave you a sort of knowing look. “I thought we were staying in tonight,” her smooth voice said in a quiet, indiscernible tone. Her fingers were digging into your waist, and you knew it wasn’t to purposefully intimidate you but rather because Wanda was not fond of changing plans, especially when the original plan was for you to be with her for the night.

You glanced back at the text message and weighed the decision of how to reply. Before you could even text Nat and tell her you couldn’t come, your phone screen suddenly went black in your hands. Surprised, you looked to Wanda and caught a discreet red glow slipping from her irises and a tiny smirk tugging at her lips.

“I was going to say no,” you reprimanded her for locking your phone, tilting your head at her with a playful smile.

Suddenly, Wanda shifted under your shared blanket, turning to her side to dig her knees between yours, forcing your legs open before she was suddenly hovering over you, which caused the blanket to lift and let in colder air that made you shiver. You let your head lay back on the pillow as Wanda gently took the phone from your hands and placed it face-down on the nightstand, the ends of her soft hair tickling your neck as you stared up at her eyes, darkened by the low light of the room.

“I don’t like how they try to pull you away from me,” Wanda mumbled as her hands slid down your body, grabbing at your waist. “Is it so bad to want you all to myself?”

You felt a blossom of warmth flutter over your face at her words. While it was true that you missed your friends sometimes, the way Wanda desperately wanted every minute of your time and every ounce of your attention was, truthfully, endearing.

“I think you need to learn to share,” you teased her, bringing your hand to her cheek and cupping it. She leaned into your touch, her eyebrows deviously lowering in reaction to your comment that tantalized her.

“I don’t like sharing you with others,” she argued, a rasp in her voice as her cheek grazed past your face to nuzzle into your neck. She rubbed her nose against your skin, moving your hair out of the way before you felt her cupid lips press a soft kiss on your perfumed skin. Your eyelids fell closed as you felt your girlfriend give you kisses that weighed like feathers on your skin. She devoted several moments to each singular kiss, truly taking her time in buttering you up so you wouldn’t be angry at her for being possessive.

As your hands slipped under her large t-shirt to slide up the bare expanse of her back, you could feel how tense her muscles were at first until they melted under the trail of your touch. Wanda sighed into your neck, the warm air tickling your skin. “You know that I’m all yours,” you whispered, turning your lips to her ear so she could hear you clearly.

Wanda hummed, her hands on your waist tightening. You knew how much she loved it when you said that. She loved when you assured her that you belonged to her—your mind, your heart, and your body. Wanda was a fiercely possessive woman, and tending to her territorial fire was pleasing to the both of you.

Still, she liked to test you as much as you liked to test her. “Prove it,” she mumbled against your ear, punctuating her sentence with a sloppy bite to your jaw. Your body arched when you felt her teeth scrape your jaw, fingers pressing into her lower back.

“Prove it for me,” you countered before you raised your knees to lock around her hips, ankles hooking at her back and poking through the blanket which threatened to fall and reveal your bodies beneath it. You bucked your hips upwards and felt exactly what you assumed was already there—the bulge of her strap through her pants. When you rubbed your crotch against her, you grinned in delight as Wanda groaned and pressed her bulge hard into you, her hands now bruising your waist.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” Wanda asked, coming up from your neck to smirk at you. She tilted her head, eyes twinkling with lust as her teeth pierced her lower lip.

You smiled and grabbed her face as you kept grinding yourself against her crotch, watching the way her lip turned whiter as she bit harder into it. You knew she’d enhanced the strap so that she could feel every bit of it as she swelled against you.

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence, “That I can handle your big cock in my tight pussy?”

Her hands swiftly moved to the hem of your pants and grabbed hard at them. “Stop it, or I will fuck you right now,” she husked, rolling her hips hard into you, the friction against your clit causing you to gasp.

“That’s exactly what I want,” you whispered, letting your fingers comb into her locks of hair. Wanda’s lips twitched in a smirk before she smashed them against yours in a bruising kiss. Your breaths collided against each other as she devoured your lips sloppily, her tongue slipping through your open mouth and settling across your own. She groaned at the taste of you as her tongue fought with your own, and when she finally pulled away to breathe, you could feel her saliva coating your lips. Pressure filled your lips as they started to swell from the force of the kiss, and heat seeped through your entire face.

Wanda grabbed at your shirt and tugged it as she panted. “I want this off.”

“Then take it off,” you bit back with a grin, to which Wanda gave a warning look before tearing the shirt over your head. You weren’t expecting her to instantly reconnect the kiss as her hands grabbed at your tits.

You gasped against Wanda’s lips as her fingers pinched at your nipples before rubbing them, the action causing your panties to moisten. She kept pressing her strap hard against you, and you were starting to grow frustrated at the barrier of clothing between you.

Slipping your hands from her hair to her hips, you pulled at the string of her sweatpants and felt it fall undone against your lower stomach. As you started trying to push her pants down, Wanda helped by reluctantly moving her hands away from where they were enjoying your hardened nipples to pull her sweatpants down. As she tugged her ankles out of the pants, you took the opportunity to pull her shirt over her head.

Her breasts bounced when the shirt squeezed over them and then released them, and your hands instinctively grabbed them as Wanda smirked at you. Your eyes fell down to her large maroon strap where the tip was already glistening. The sight of it made your mouth water, and you reached down to grab it, stroking the shaft and watching the way Wanda’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. When her eyes opened again, they were three times darker, and she snatched your hand away and pressed it above your head, leaning down closer to you to give you another searing kiss that left your lips wet.

“Wanda,” you groaned, the itch between your legs growing too fierce. You ached for your thighs to be freed from your pants, and Wanda was eager to help, ripping your pants off your legs as the blanket finally fell off her and landed in a pile on the bed.

“Fuck,” Wanda breathed when she spread your thighs between her hips and saw the wet patch that had accumulated on your thin panties. She brought her fingers to the spot and rubbed it, the almost direct touch causing you to squirm.

“Please,” you begged, grabbing at the sheets. Wanda had riled you up so much that you were desperate for her to quell the fire between your legs, desperate for her to ruin you and claim you as hers. You both had forgotten about the TV still on in the background, and it remained outside of your focus as Wanda gently tugged your panties off.

“Holy shit, baby,” Wanda gasped when she saw just how wet you were, groaning when she cupped your pussy and let her fingers swim in your folds. You could even hear how wet you were as she spread your lips apart, the sound causing your cheeks to flush bright red.

Wanda’s fingers went to your clit and massaged it in slow circles, her eyes darkly watching the way your pink, swollen mouth fell open in pleasure. Her other hand went to her cock to stroke it, only adding to your flames of desire as she touched herself.

“Wanda, please,” you begged, her fingers on your clit not adding relief but rather tightening the pressured need within you. You desperately needed her inside you, your walls tensing and hole aching for her.

Wanda loved the way she had shaved you down from being a tease to being so needy for her. When you tried to close your thighs around her hand, she pushed them back open again and hooked them around her hips. “Please what, baby?” she teased as she scooted closer between your legs and rested her cock on your mound.

Whining, you bucked your hips upwards in search for her cock, but her hand on your hipbones pressed you flat against the bed. “Please, fuck me,” you whined, reaching out to grab at her shoulders.

Wanda was also getting antsy with the way you were squirming and whining for her, your pussy visibly getting wetter by the second. You almost cried in relief when she lowered her cock to between your legs but let out a frustrated moan when she started to rub her length up your slit. Wanda groaned loudly at the feeling, fingernails digging into your hipbones as she fucked herself between your folds but refrained from going inside you.

“Wanda, please—inside,” you ordered, tugging at her hair.

“Inside?” she mocked, and suddenly you felt the tip of her cock slip inside you, burying herself halfway in. “Like this?” You let out a guttural moan, your walls already trying to suck her in deeper as you relished in the incredibly brief relief before she quickly pulled back out. “Not yet, babygirl.”

You were close to crying when she went back to sliding her cock between your wet folds, your hands grabbing desperately at her arms as you tried to make out the words to beg her to go inside but failed to string them together. Wanda took your hands away from her and held them at your sides as she thrust her hips gently, panting at the feeling of your soft folds wetting her cock.

“Be a good girl and let me cum first,” she breathed huskily. While the thought of letting her use you to cum first made you melt inside, you were so desperate for her.

Her tip repeatedly pushed against your clit, bringing you a mixture of pleasure and painful need. You even tried bucking your hips, but Wanda pressed them down again, forcing you to stay still as she watched the way her cock would disappear deep in your folds before the tip appeared again right above your clit. Her length was entirely wettened now, along with the sheets below as your wetness dripped into a puddle on them. The sounds that your pussy made as she tortured it were sinful to you, but they were music to Wanda’s ears. Her thrusts were getting sloppier as her breathing grew heavier, and you watched the glorious sight of Wanda, eyes trained on the delicious sight below her, bordering the edge of climax.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, jade irises disappearing as she squeezed her eyes shut. You whined in need as she nearly accidentally slipped inside you from her sloppy movements, until finally she came, her strap twitching as ropes of her cum spurted onto your lower stomach, another load spurting right against your slit. “Fuckkkk,” she breathed as her hips stuttered a few more times before she stilled, catching her breath to look at the glorious sight she had made of you.

Her warm cum was splattered across the smooth expanse of your lower belly, and the rest of it was oozing down your pussy. You felt ravenous at this point, watching her behold you with such lust-filled eyes.

Wanda wanted to reach out and spread her cum around your tummy, but it was such a perfect sight that she didn’t want to ruin. “Look at you, my little cumslut,” she husked, smirking at the way you stared at her shyly, although your pupils were still crazed with desire.

“Please,” you faintly begged again, throbbing to the point of pain. You needed her so badly now more than ever, and your eyes glistened over as tears rapidly filled them.

Wanda pouted mockingly at you as she cupped your face and used her thumb to wipe away a tear that fell down your scorching cheeks. “Tell me you’re my cumslut, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You smoldered under her, fingers tremblingly grabbing her upper arms. “I’m your cumslut,” you pleaded, repeating it again as Wanda smiled satisfactorily and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Without breaking the kiss, she guided her cock to your entrance and slammed her entire length inside you.

You cried out in a mixture of relief and pain as she bottomed out inside you. You weren’t lying when you mentioned your tightness to her earlier, for your walls squeezed around her girth as she buried herself deep inside you.

Wanda cursed under her breath as she started to pound into you, the bed shaking from her force. “God, I love your pussy,” she moaned, glancing down to watch the way she disappeared inside you, your pussy squelching from your own wetness and her cum that glistened on your outer folds. Thanks to her magic, her endurance hadn’t faltered since her first climax, and she could already feel herself getting close again as she hammered into your cunt.

“Wanda,” you whined, the heat in your veins nearly unbearable as you grabbed onto her desperately, as if you would fall into the void without her clutch. Wanda slipped her hands under you to squeeze your ass as she fucked you, your legs hooked under her arms.

“You gonna take my cum inside you like a good cumslut?” she whispered against your lips as she nipped at them, although you were too far gone to kiss back.

You nodded, making some incoherent noise of confirmation as her cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly. The blissful stretch of your hole around her was driving you close to the edge, and when she reached down and started to rub your clit, her other hand still grabbing your ass, it was all too much for you to bear. The bed shook from how hard Wanda fucked you, her moans mixing with yours as she started to come closer. Your walls throbbing and clenching around her was forcing her to use all her strength to keep herself from climaxing before you did.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you cursed as the pressure in your lower tummy started to crack and break, and in another few moments you came undone around her cock, your back arching off the bed as powerful waves of orgasm crashed down on you.

The sensation of your climax was enough for Wanda to be unable to hold back anymore, and she came, shooting a thick load of her cum deep inside you as she buried her face in your neck. Your climax doubled from the feeling, your nails scratching helplessly at Wanda’s back as she ruined you. Her moans came hot and loud against your ear, and you felt blind and deaf as you started to come down from your high. You were blissed out and entirely filled up that you didn’t even notice Wanda move her face out from your neck and stare down at you, watching as your eyes remained closed and your breaths came heavy through your parted lips.

She kept herself inside you for a few moments before she pulled out, which stirred your eyes open. She hummed at the sight of your pussy, coated in her cum as the rest she had planted inside you started to ooze out of your stretched hole. Her cum on your stomach had smeared from her pressing herself against you at some point, but you still looked so fucking perfect as her cumslut.

“Such a good girl for taking my cum,” Wanda purred, stroking your face and pressing a kiss to your hot forehead. You hummed and nuzzled into her touch, to which she smiled softly. “This was much better than going out with those friends of yours, hm?”

[scummy-writes]

Ikemen Prince Envelopes

I have a problem, and apparently it is trying to make the envelopes from these games!

No one asked for this, as per usual this was born out of my want of pritning out my fave letters from the games and keeping them around. I thought for the upcoming holiday, this would be fun to have :) There are envelopes for all 13 charas!

So there are two sets of envelopes this time, with a color taken from the Ikemen Prince japanese website for the emblem along with just a black version. Two different styles as well! One being a box flap that I enjoyed a lot, and another being one as close to the game's envelope style as I could manage! In general, and honesty, these would not exist without @fairy-marshmallow. She helped me find a pattern that was super close to the in-game one!

You can download these here.

Please keep in mind that there may be minor mistakes! More details are below the cut (as well as links to my previous ikevamp ones).

Alright! So this one will be a bit different than the other envelopes, as they're a different style. If we look closely at the in-game ones, we can see they don't have the side flaps visible, so that means they're hidden by an enlongated bottom flap. So when you print them out, you're gonna fold is like this before gluing the bottom flap down.

I recommend using cardstock for these, but that's primarily a personal preference since cardstock does not crumple as easy (but can cause issues folding if you're not careful).

You could use a wax seal on these, but it may cover the emblem a bit when you do.

The top flap is not as big as the in-game one, and, well, that's because it wouldn't fit all on one page without making the envelope itself Very Small. So I had to sacrifice some length to get this to work.

I will admit that I spent a year on and off making these, and there is a minor mistake of the bottom flap maybe being a bit too long.... it may just need to be shaved down a little. Sorry for not fixing it, but I went apeshit trying to get it long enough :') Its just by a few hairs.

Gilbert, Silvio, and Keith have envelopes with this- and I understand that this is clearly a Rhodolite themed envelope. However, they Do stay in the rose palace there so,,, we can pretend they just use what is available and stamp on their emblem when needed (or use a wax seal of it but yaknow,,,,)

If I'm able to ever get a clear image of the Rhodolite crest, as well as the Obsidian, Jade, and Benitoite(?) crest, I'd love to try to make themed envelopes for that separately, but that would depend on how much folks enjoy these and...creativity limits....I know Obsidian would use an all black envelope but that would murder our printers.

I wanted to try and make Ikevil envelopes eventually but :') apparently those are all black, or a very dark grey. So do not count on me doing so. My printer wheezes already, that would end it.

I have a fun set of Ikevamp envelopes here, as well as a version of the envelopes they hold in their 2nd bday gacha card series here. They don't include spoiler characters as these were made years ago.

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Jade Leech - "Lychee Boy"

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In which the NRC's Botany Club president gives a certain fungus-loving merperson a gift. Or; In which [Name] gives Jade Leech a present to decorate his dorm room.

                                                                                                   

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"For me? Are you certain?"

Mutters an astonished Jade Leech as he holds an expertly kept fungus terrarium carefully in his hands.

To his questions, the eel merperson received a gentle nod accompanied by a small encouraging palmed affirmative hand gesture. A wide grin broke out upon his face, not his usual sly and intimidating smirk, a genuine grin, full of happiness and gratitude. He was giddy; the feeling boiling in his belly and spreading warmth out to his extremities.

Now, to say he was shocked at their actions would be an understatement. The cute and timid little thing that was the NRC's Botany Club president had so confidently approached him with a gentle smile and started a casual conversation. Then it progressed into talking about their mutual interests in the various plants populating the twisted wonderland. At which point they handed him the splendidly crafted terrarium.

Each mushroom was unique and exotic; all placed in a rather large ornate glass container. A red one speckled with white, a deep purple one, an inky black one, a vibrant orange one, a ghostly pale grey one, and a bright white one. All in different shapes and sizes; all quite interesting and eye-catching; planted in a circle with a little wooden carving of an eel in the middle.

"You're not trying to win me over for a favor, are you? That would be quite sneaky of you."

The deep cyan-haired man hummed playfully, teasingly raising a thin brow.

He had to make sure, after all; even if he'd known this timid junior for a while now. People try to gain his favor all the time to try and get out of their contracts with Azul. Or at least to get a little bit of leniency on their side of the bargain. Either way, Jade couldn't exactly trust just anyone when it comes to kind gestures.

"I would never! I just saw them and thought about how fascinated you are with them...—"

The shorter shyly defended; cheeks heating up in embarrassment at admitting to going out of their way to make something for him just because.

"—...and well I wanted to give them to you since you're busy with Monstrou Lounge and can't come to the greenhouse too often."

Jade's ears quickly redden at his junior's declaration and cute demeanor and the sheer genuine thoughtfulness that they showed to him of all people. Great Seven, they were the sweetest person he had ever met.

"[Name].... I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'll put it right next to my bed and keep it in perfect condition, I promise."

The dual man chuckled, his eyes glittered with admiration, awe, and conviction as his hands tightened their hold on the precious gift.

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Great Seven, what had he done to deserve such kindness from such an angel of a person? Jade made up his mind. This deed of theirs most certainly would not go unrewarded; he'd make sure of that.

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Ceasefire | 1.0 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, angst, rooster being a himbo x

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It’s a perfectly fine afternoon. The sun is shining, the sky is clear and there’s a breeze that makes this late summer heat that much more bearable. And yet, nothing feels too bearable for you at the moment.

Your chest shudders as a heavy sob wracks your body, tears pouring freely down your cheeks. Traffic continues to your left. You’ve been pulled over for the past eight minutes because you were crying too hard to keep your eyes open anymore.

All those years ago, when you had first gotten your wings, you had been so sure of yourself. You went through flight school. Went through a stint of living on base. You’d heard just about everything that those men could have said about you. The jokes about fucking you, or you fucking someone else, someone more superior. Back then, you had held your chin high and promised to defy every single one of them.

Now, you’re crying on the side of the road because all of it came true. It all came back to sex. You fucked Beau, your superior. It hadn’t been about rank, or career progression — but that’s all anyone saw, even after you married him. Now, you fucked Bradley. Your student. You know how they’ll paint it. That you abused your power, you came onto him, promised him a fruitful career or something stupid like that.

No one knows yet that it’s Bradley. As much as Jake Seresin can be a cocky little shit, you saw it in his face that he didn’t want this to come back on you. Even when your jaded soon-to-be ex-husband lifted the poor kid right off of his feet and slammed him into a wall.

Always cool, Jake had denied every accusation that Beau could have thrown his way, shoved the admiral off of him and straightened out his uniform.

You lean your head back against the headrest and gasp for air, fighting off the clutches of hyperventilation as best as you can, wondering how you could have let yourself risk your career like this. As you squeeze your stinging eyes closed, you see Bradley’s face. Staring at you from the other side of Jake and Beau’s brief altercation.

He was asking you for permission, silently, you know that. Permission to end this and own up, tell Beau the full truth finally. But he hadn’t, for your sake. For your sake, he had hauled Jake down the hallway and broken up the scuffle.

You hadn’t been expecting to be yelling at your ex-husband to put down one of your students today, is all. You’re blindsided and the emotions are all hitting you at once. You know that Rooster will come looking for you, either now, or later.

The mature thing to do would be to text him and tell him that you need some time alone. After Beau’s tantrum, you’re not feeling too mature about things.

Aching in your chest, pounding in your head, it feels fitting when the already grey sky starts to pour. Silence fills the car as your breathing starts to even out. Shame takes the space of your jagged breaths. You think back to that wild kid who had worked so hard to surpass everyone’s expectations. How you have let her down since then.

Running from the scene wasn’t your best moment. This entire summer has been an endless string of poor choices, and the man who promised to cherish you for the rest of his life is hell-bent on making sure they catch up to you.

Rain coats the windshield, pouring heavy onto the roof of the car. The clouds roll in and the sky goes grey. You’re not sure how long you sit there sobbing, but it’s long enough for the storm to be right over you, that fine sunny day long gone.

Beau’s behaviour today is going to raise a lot of questions. He might be known for his temper, but he isn’t known for assaulting pilots in broad daylight. It’s already common knowledge that your marriage failed and the divorce is messy.

Questions lead to digging. Digging, prying — there’s really no difference there. Someone probably wouldn’t have to dig too far before they found evidence of how you chose to spend your summer.

The second that word gets out that you slept with one of your students, you’re finished. Your career, and everything you worked so hard for, it’ll all be gone. It certainly wouldn’t look good for Bradley either.

On the other side of town, Bradley drums his fingers along the leather of his steering wheel. He spent too long staring just now, so now he’s forcing himself to look away. The pine scented freshener dangling from his rear view could probably stand to be replaced soon.

He shouldn’t have cornered Hondo for this information. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have let your husband lurch for Jake like that. It was just a little stand-off, no one walked away from it hurting except you. Bradley put you in this position, he knows that.

Swinging open the door to his truck and stepping out into the fine rain, Bradley’s going to fix it. He walks up the driveway, blindly confident because that’s the only thing stopping him from turning around. He lifts his hand and knocks four times loudly against the door.

It takes a while, and Bradley’s just about to lift his fist and knock again when the door is pulled open. Beau stares back at him. Bradley inhales deeply.

“Hey.” He says quietly. Beau stares at him, cold and just as angry as he had looked in that hallway earlier. The rain is starting to pick up now. It’s grey and the afternoon breeze is on its way to becoming wind.

Bradley swallows. He was so sure he would be able to get through this without it leading to a fight, until he looked Beau in the face. There are two things Beau knows for certain — one: he never gave Bradley this address. Two: Bradley is also one of your students.

“We need to talk.” He exhales in one swift breath. Beau blinks. It’s a minuscule movement, but Bradley watches his fingers curl around the door. He doesn’t move. “I know this has got to be hard on you. But I need you to know that it’s not just sex.”

There’s a pause. It’s not that long. It just feels longer because Beau is silently piecing it all together. The young pilot in front of him is the one that has been screwing his wife.

“It was — but it’s not now.” It was just sex. He still hasn’t clocked that he should just shut his mouth. He should stop talking about all the sex he has had with Beau’s wife. Standing just inside the threshold and gripping the doorframe for support, Beau gives him one last chance.

“Bradshaw. What are you saying?”

Bradley shifts on his feet. The nervous energy is just buzzing through him. He can’t stand still. He’s been waiting eleven weeks to get this off of his chest. He almost pushes his hands into his pockets. He wipes them on his jeans instead. Closing his eyes, he bites the bullet.

“It’s me. It wasn’t Jake,” Bradley confirms Beau’s suspicions. “Look, man, I love her. I’m in love with her.“

Silence follows. Bradley considers that a green light to keep talking.

“She’s incredible. She makes me happy, and I- I think I can make her happy too. She deserves—“

He doesn’t get a chance to finish. If they were friends, Bradley might know that Beau had played as a defensive back through all four years of college and had broken eight guys’ collarbones over the course of his time there. Bradley grunts loudly, the air knocked from his lungs as his back slams into the stone paved driveway.

“You think you know what she deserves, you little shit?” Beau spits, his saliva spraying across Bradley’s cheek and making him cringe back, his head hitting the stone.

To add insult to injury, Beau’s shoulder slams into his ribs as they make contact with the ground, winding him even more. Bradley doesn’t have time to register that. His blinking eyes go wide as he watches Beau reel back and ball his hand into a fist.

“Stop, stop! — Wait, Cyclone — Admiral Simpson, shit!” Bradley reasons, gasping and out of breath, struggling to pull his hands free to raise them in defense. You’re going to kill him if he punches your husband. But this is happening either way, no ifs, ands or buts. Bradley watches as Beau winds back his arm. It’s a split second call.

Bradley throws all of his weight into the roll, knocking Beau off balance right as his hand comes down. Beau’s knuckles slam into the stone at the same time as he is tossed off of Bradley, his wrist bending awkwardly under the full force of his weight.

Between their out heavy breathing, they both hear the sickening crunch that Beau’s wrist makes. Bradley leaps onto his feet and turns quickly as your ex-husband rolls onto his back, clutching the injured appendage. Shit. He broke your ex-husband’s fucking hand.

“Fuck!”

“I told you I just wanted to talk!” Bradley sighs, putting his head in his hands and pacing away from Beau, then pacing back. Beau growls into his unbroken hand, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, are you okay? — Should I call someone?”

“I’m fine!” Beau snaps back. He’s not, he knows just as well as Bradley does that something is broken. Pulling back, he looks to the sky as the rain soaks his white t-shirt, still clutching his injured wrist. He’s got no choice, he can’t drive like this.

Pushing himself to his feet, Beau starts down the driveway. His shoulder slams into Bradley’s as he passes him. “Drop me off at the hospital.”

Bradley’s eyes go wide, he spins to watch Beau walk over to his car.

“You fucked my wife, you owe me.” Beau calls out without looking back, still clutching his injury. Bradley swallows. He could refuse, sure, but he doesn’t know what the right play here is. You would have the right answer, he’s certain. He fidgets awkwardly, stuck between staying and going. Beau’s voice booms from behind him. “Now, Bradshaw!”

Bradley sighs.

They each slide wordlessly into the front two seats, and Bradley starts the engine. He bites his cheek as the radio kicks in. He just has to say something.

“I fucked your ex-wife, not—“

“She was still my wife up until I signed those papers at 10:56 this morning.” Beau bites back, leaning his head back against the rest and squeezing his eyes shut. His wrist is swelling already.

Bradley shuts his mouth. He knows better than to speak further. The drive to the hospital is silent, other than Bradley’s seventies playlist playing faintly through the speakers. Neither one of them dares move to turn it off.

Beau’s still furious, walking six strides ahead as they enter the emergency room. Bradley trails, his hands pushed deep into the pockets of his jeans. Luckily, there’s a baby screaming as they fall into the metal seats to complete Beau’s paperwork — Bradley can’t stand any more silence.

“You can go now.” Beau spits, struggling to grasp the pen with his non-dominant hand to fill out the insurance forms. The younger pilot taps his foot against the linoleum impatiently at his side, taking no notice. Beau shoots him a look.

He wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving Rooster’s dumb ass here by himself.

The traffic’s heavy in the emergency room for a random weekday afternoon. Rooster busies himself counting the bloody noses and watching the six year old opposite him frown at the Where’s Waldo book in his hand.

“Right there. Behind the lamppost.”

Beau looks up from the paperwork, his features furrowed in a blend of anger and concentration. He glances over at Bradley, then follows his gaze to the book. You’ve got to be kidding.

Bradley turns his head, lips pursed as he looks down at Beau’s struggling left hand and the pen sitting limply between his fingers. “Here. Let me do it.”

“No, no — you keep looking for Waldo, kid. I’ve got it.” Beau snaps back, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. Bradley rolls his eyes as he reaches harshly across. He successfully tears the clipboard and pen from the admiral, but not without first knocking into his blackening wrist.

“Fuck!” Beau whispers. The little boy looks at them over the book, wide-eyed. Bradley’s jaw ticks. He shoots your husband a stern look.

“So, is Beau short for something…?”

“Jesus Christ.” Beau mutters, rubbing a hand harshly over his face. Three and a half hours later, the sun has set and Beau’s still waiting for his X-Ray. Bradley’s half-awake, arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed at his side.

Beau’s phone splits the silence just long enough to startle Bradley awake. He’s just blinking, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Beau answers it.

“No. You really think she would want to talk to me after what I did? — No, Bernie, I’m at the hospital.”

Bradley sits forwards and yawns, leaning his elbows on his knees. The kid that was sat opposite him has been seen and has gone home now. He considers reaching for the book on the seat he was in.

“Her boyfriend broke my fucking wrist.”

Bradley scoffs, closing his eyes again. The conversation continues at his side, but he isn’t listening anymore. Beau exhales a quick goodbye and they fall into silence once again. It doesn’t last long.

“You should go.” Beau decides. Once again, Bradley ignores him. He’s sat here this long, he can stand to sit a little longer. “I mean it. She shouldn’t be on her own tonight.”

It’s the first thing that they’ve agreed on all day. Bradley turns his head to look at Beau over his shoulder, mulling the idea over for a moment.

“How would you get home?”

“I’ll get a cab.” Beau answers.

Bradley bites his cheek, pursing his lips. “You’re sure?”

“Sure.” Beau shrugs again. Two birds, one stone and all that crap. He doesn’t have to listen to Bradley snoring anymore and he’ll know that you aren’t crying by yourself tonight.

Bradley pushes himself up from the seat, fishing his keys from his pocket. “Sorry. About the wrist, and about… uh…”

“Don’t.”

“Right. Good luck with the X-Ray.” He finishes. Beau watches him walk away without a word. Glancing down at the swelling that has now spread across his entire fist, he presses his lips into a tight line.

He can’t imagine ever being okay with this. In fact, he’s certain — he’ll never make peace with it. That kid’s not right for you, and he never will be.

The first thing that Bradley notices when he slips back into the driver’s side of his truck is the thick cut through his bottom lip. It’s swollen and hot. He stares at it in the mirror in the sun visor, pushing his tongue out and dragging it across the cut. It could have been from Beau, sure, but it’s probably just from Bradley biting his own lip as he had hit the ground.

He hadn’t noticed. It hadn’t hurt. But he knows that you’ll notice. And you do — it’s the first thing you see when you pull the door open to him.

“What happened to your face?”

“Promise not to get mad at me.” He pushes inside and grabs your hips to walk you with him. The kids are at your mother’s. You’re all alone.

Immediately, your eyes narrow. You know better than to agree to terms as stupid as those. “What did you do?”

“I went to see Beau — wait, wait, don’t get mad,” Bradley breathes out, his thumbs dipping under the fabric of your t-shirt to stroke softly at your hips. “I love you, Hyde, and he’s hurting you. I wanted to make him get it.”

A deep sigh slips your lips as you press forwards, resting your head against his chest and closing your eyes. You’re too exhausted to argue, and whatever has happened is clearly already done. “And how did that go?”

“He tried to punch me and I think he broke his wrist. But it wasn’t my fault, I swear.”

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[avanatural]

Welcome To The Family

Summary: Y/N recently moved to Lebanon, Kansas, where she met Dean, the man of her dreams. She wants to spend the holidays with him. But Dean, being a hunter, is hesitant about it. With some persuasion from his family, he reconsiders letting her be part of his life.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Dean’s self-loathing

A/N: With 2022 coming to an end, I had an idea for some New Year’s fluff. I hope you enjoy, lovelies! Wishing you all the best for 2023 ❤️

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Soft, tiny snowflakes fell from the grey sky and dusted the small town of Lebanon, Kansas.

Her hair and face were sprinkled with the cold, fluffy snow. Her new hometown was adorned with Christmas lights. The small local stores were filled with people who were scrambling to finish their holiday shopping on time. She’d never been a Christmas person, or a winter person for that matter, but maybe this year could be different.

She opened the door to the liquor store, wiping the soles of her shoes on the doormat before proceeding.

“Hey, Y/N,” Martin, the owner, greeted her. He was leaning against the counter with a magazine between his fingers, clearly waiting for the time to pass.

“Hey.” She smiled and wiped the freezing tip of her nose. Already knowing what she was looking for, she headed to the back of the store.

As soon as she stood in front of her preferred liquor shelf, her ears captured the faint sound of the door opening again.

“Mr. Campbell,” Martin’s voice rang through the store, greeting the newly arrived customer.

An excited grin grew on Y/N’s lips as she heard the customer’s footsteps approach her from behind. Her heart bloomed in her chest when one of his hands came up to cover her eyes. A chuckle fell from her mouth. “I know it’s you.” With both hands, she pried his giant palm away from her face.

“Lost my moment of surprise there, huh? Thanks, Martin!”, he yelled over his shoulder.

The owner of the store just snickered and went back to reading his magazine.

With the smile etched to her face, Y/N turned around to face the man of her dreams. Bright green eyes shone back at her. His long eyelashes were thick and watery with the remains of snow that settled on them. His hair was damp, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey, Dean.”

He flashed his teeth at her, giving her a heart-stopping smirk, and leaned down to catch her lips in a kiss. He nipped on her lower lip in a teasing manner, keeping it stuck between the soft pillows of his mouth even as he pulled away.

God, that mouth of his.

“Gearing up for Christmas?”, she asked and caught his hand in hers.

“Uh… Yeah. Still got some errands to run.” His mouth opened again, but he refrained from saying any more. He knew he had to talk to Y/N about their plans, but he simply had no idea what to tell her.

“So…” Y/N’s brows squeezed together in an almost apologetic manner. She peeked up at Dean through her eyelashes, hoping she wasn’t being foolish. But there was a tiny little spark of hope that urged her to at least make sure. “Have you thought about it?”

“Well…” A hefty sigh left his mouth. His grip on her hand loosened. “Y/N, listen, I don’t-“

“It’s okay, Dean,” she cut him off, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. She’d already heard enough. It was fine. Of course, it was fine. But still, her free hand awkwardly played with the hem of her jacket, betraying her. “You don’t have to explain anything. I get it.”

He narrowed his bright jade eyes at her, studying her face with a grain of skepticism. “You sure?”  

“Yeah. It’s probably too soon to do the holiday thing, anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders and gave him her most convincing smile. “I can go see a couple friends instead.”

“Hello? Earth to Dean!”

“Hm?” He lifted his gaze, looking across the library table, meeting Charlie’s questioning gaze.

“You okay?”, she asked.

“Yeah. And I’d be even better if everyone would just stop asking me that.” As he realized just how grumpy he was acting, his eyes softened visibly. He sent a regretful smile Charlie’s way, who reciprocated it despite still looking worried.

Colorful fairy lights were scattered across the bunker. There were candles on the table and a small Christmas tree in the back of the library. It was decorated mainly with car air fresheners, but it was something. For the first time ever, the Winchesters’ home looked festive. Today was New Year’s Eve, but Dean was nowhere close to feeling the holiday spirit.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” Jody pointed at the full plate in front of Dean. It was unusual for the older Winchester brother not to devour her cooking.

“What?” Dean was quick to shake his head. “No, it’s good.” To emphasize his point, he shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth and hummed. But after a few seconds, his enthusiasm dissipated and his chewing slowed down.

Sam watched his brother push the food around the plate for another three minutes before he put down his own cutlery, frustrated. “Dude, just call her.”

“Call who?”, Charlie, seated opposite the two brothers, inquired, looking back and forth between them.

Dean and Sam responded simultaneously. “No one.” “His girlfriend.”

“Wait… You got a girlfriend?”, Claire addressed Dean with a taunting tone in her voice. She sat up straight on her chair and steadied her chin on her hand, ready to dive head first into the drama.

“Uh…” Dean felt his insides flutter. All eyes were on him and his love life. Which was, admittedly, going well for the first time in God-knows-how-many years. But he didn’t need the sweat stains underneath his arm pits right now, thank you, so he hoped to end this moment as fast as possible. “It’s still pretty new, so…” His blunt fingernails scratched his growing stubble. “We decided not to… do this whole… holiday thing.”

“But you’d rather have her here,” Jody stated, a knowing grin stretching on her lips.

“No. Well…” Dean paused, and then his shoulders sagged. “Ugh, I don’t know.”

“She lives close by,” Sam explained to their guests, “But she’s not a hunter.”

The hunters who were gathered around the table nodded in understanding. They all shared similar fates when it came to love, and especially love that involved civilians.

“What is she like?”, Alex spoke up after a few tense moments of silence, fishing for further information, much to everyone’s hidden approval.

“She’s… She’s awesome,” Dean mumbled. An adoring smile appeared on his lips, so slight that it almost went undetected. But his friends caught it nonetheless. When they ‘aww’ed at him, his scowl returned.

“Oh, come on!”, Donna exclaimed, “Humor us.”

“I, uh… I think….,” he continued slowly, watching his friends like a hawk. He didn’t want to be the love sick puppy they probably perceived him as. But at the same time, a strange sensation tugged at his heart strings. It felt like gratification. And pride. Y/N was a great woman, way too good for him. If he managed to somehow keep her around, he hoped that it would say something good about him. That he was relationship material, after all. “You guys would like her,” he continued, “But I just... I shouldn’t drag her into this, you know?”

“Don’t you think she’d understand?”, Sam pressed, “She seems like she would.”

“We’ve talked about this,” Dean shut his younger brother down, his tone strict.

Alex shrugged her shoulders. “I think you should call her.”

“And put her on speaker!”, Claire exclaimed with a mischievous smirk on her face.

Dean glared at his brother for bringing Y/N up in the first place. Sam just raised his hands and eyebrows in defense.

“Call her… Call her,” Claire started to chant, soon joined by Charlie.

It only took a few seconds until Dean’s entire family was cheering him on, chanting the same request over and over again. “Call her… Call her… Call her…”

“Son of a bitch... Alright, fine!” Dean lifted his hands and waved them through the air, trying to get them to stop. “Calm the hell down.”

He had to mentally psych himself up as he pulled his phone from his pocket and selected her number. With a sharp exhale, he put the phone to his ear.

The monotonous beeping sound was deafening. It went on and on and on. Y/N didn’t pick up.

The other hunters noticed that the beeping continued. They watched Dean with wrinkled foreheads and question marks in their eyes.

“She said she might go see a couple friends,” Dean mumbled, averting his gaze. Strangely enough, he couldn’t deny the daunting feeling of his hopes being shattered. His family had hyped him up so hard that now he felt like a little boy who’d just been told Santa wasn’t real. “Maybe she already took off, I don’t know.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, Romeo? Go get your girl before it’s too late!”, Charlie exclaimed, pointing at the door. “This could be your final quest of the year!”

“I-,” Dean gasped, dropping the phone from his ear, “Are you serious right now? We’re not a normal family. She’ll see that!”

“I think we can all behave like perfectly normal people for a few hours,” Alex said. With a pointed look at Claire, she continued, “Can’t we?”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

The older Winchester shook his head. “But what if Y/N-“

“Dean, no offense,” Jody spoke up, “But if you don’t move your ass, I think someone might end up shooting you.”

Y/N shut the trunk of her car with a sigh. She had a two-hour drive ahead of her, and she was already late. She was going to meet up with some friends who were having a New Year’s Eve party. Originally, she’d declined the invitation, hoping to spend at least part of the holidays with Dean. It was all so new, so fresh, but for the first time in forever, pursuing a relationship felt right.

“Hey!”

The booming voice caught her off-guard. She twirled on the spot, her eyes going large when she saw the beautiful black Impala approach her.

Dean stopped his roaring car right next to her, the window already rolled down. “Hey, gorgeous, you come here often?”

A sheepish smile crept onto her face. His nicknames for her never failed to make her heart sing. “Dean, hi.”

“I’m glad I caught you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m hoping to, uh…” He gave her his most charming smile and his very best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “Take you home with me?”

“What?”, she chuckled, stepping aside to give him space as he got out of the car. The driver’s door squeaked as he closed it. Once he stood in front of her, she glanced up at him with a furrowed brow. “I thought you were celebrating with your family.”

“I am… But, uh… I just…” His gaze was unstable, roaming the parking lot, taking in fleeting views of surrounding houses, cars, and trees. “I realized that includes you, too.” After a bashful glance at his old boots, he added, “God, that sounded cheesy.”

Y/N’s eyes brightened. A feeling of warmth grew inside her body, providing a contrast to the cold winter air. “Actually, I like how that sounded.”

Dean’s eyebrow arched. He could barely conceal the smug little grin that took over his face. “Yeah?”

She clasped the lapels of his jacket between her fingers and tugged him down a bit. His eyes were so close to hers now. She loved staring into those gold-green pools of heaven. “A lot.”

“Well…” His guttural, smooth voice captivated her eardrums. His large hands sneaked under her jacket, settling on her waist. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

“You mean it?”, Y/N asked, anticipating his response while a sparkle of excitement danced through her soul, “You really want me to celebrate with you?”

“Christmas sucked without you,” Dean confessed, recalling his sour mood in the previous week, “I don’t want New Year’s Eve to suck, too.”

“Is your family okay with it?”

“More than okay. Trust me.”

And she did. She tended to be wary of other people, especially the ones she didn’t know for long, but Dean was different. She trusted him with every single bone in her body.

“This is where you live?”, Y/N inquired, taking in the sight of what looked like an old abandoned factory. When Dean had told her that his place was more on the unconventional side, this was certainly not what she’d expected.

“Yeah…” His throat suddenly went dry, forcing him to clear it. “We, uh… Kinda inherited the place. I promise it’s much cozier on the inside.”

“This is, uh…” Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off of the factory. “Well, it’s definitely different.”

“Look, Y/N...” Dean took her hand in his, afraid that she was going to bail on him. Which, honestly, he would understand. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. Not yet, anyway. I’m messed up.”

Her brows curled with compassion as her eyes searched his. “Dean, we’ve been over this-“

“No, I’m seriously messed up. And I hope that…” He sighed, hit by that pang of self-doubt that just seemed impossible to cure. “That I’m not gonna scare you away. That we can… Have a talk… Or something, after tonight.”

“I’d love that.” Y/N weaved her fingers through his. “I don’t think that anything you’re gonna tell me can scare me away.”

For a few seconds, the hunter’s body didn’t move. Not a single inch. He stared back at her with an absent little smile. Yes, she was definitely too good for him. “Thanks.”  

“For what?”

“Giving me a chance, I guess.”

“Well, of course. I wanna be with you, Dean,” she confessed. Her hands were shaking slightly at this point. “I’m kinda worried, I’m not gonna lie, but what we have matters to me.”

“Yeah. Me, too.” Dean gently rubbed Y/N’s cold hand between his two palms. “Come on,” he said, “Let’s go in before we freeze to death.”

The bunker’s front door gave a powerful squeak. Powerful enough to make a room full of bickering hunters go quiet. The air thickened with expectation. Wide, curious eyes tied their gazes to the metal staircase. Upper and lower lips pressed together, sealed with glue of anticipation. Curious looks were exchanged across the table as two pairs of footsteps descended the stairs.

Y/N’s heart accelerated more with each step. Dean’s hand, entangled tightly with her own, guided her through a pitch-black room, which, unbeknownst to her, was the war room.

From there, she could spot a bunch of people sitting at a large wooden table in a room that looked like a library. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to keep her nervousness in check.

“What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yours?”, Dean uttered into her ear.

Y/N managed to put on a smile for him. This whole thing had to be a huge step for him, and she wanted to take it with him. “It does look much cozier on the inside,” she muttered back.

Dean softly shook his head at her. He could see right through her. And she wasn’t nearly as calm as she feigned to be.

When he noticed her hesitate, her steps slowing down, Dean took the lead and walked ahead of her. That’s not to say he wasn’t feeling anxious, though. In fact, his palm felt clammy against Y/N’s, and he could feel his heartbeat race through his throat. He had never brought a girl to the bunker. He had never brought a girl to meet his family.

The closer they got to the library, the more clearly they could see the awaiting faces that were staring at the two of them.

“Guys…,” Dean spoke up as if his family’s attention wasn’t already focused on his girlfriend, “This is Y/N.”

A few people who were seated at the table waved at her, and she waved back somewhat awkwardly, her lips curving into a polite smile. “Hi, everyone.”

One chair scraped against the floor, then two, and a few more, until all of Dean’s family members were lined up to greet her.

Dean let go of Y/N’s palm, brushing his fingers against the back of her hand one last time to let her know he wouldn’t be far.

“Hi! I’m Jody. Nice to meet you.” The woman with short dark hair pulled her into a comforting hug.

Jody’s soothing vibes instantly put Y/N more at ease. “Nice to meet you, too,” she responded.

A few happy wrinkles appeared on Jody’s nose when she pulled back from their hug. “Welcome to the fold.”

“Thank you. For having me.”

Next, a woman with curly blonde hair came up to her, wearing the bubbliest grin on her face that Y/N had ever seen. “My gosh, you’re so pretty! I’m Donna.”

“Me? Look at you. I’d kill to have hair like yours,” Y/N replied with a smile as she felt the blonde rub her back.

“Oh, I like her!”, Donna said to Dean, making him chuckle.

Sam was the next to pull his brother’s girlfriend into a hug. “Hey, Y/N.”

She felt his long arms around her back, squishing her against him in a warm bear hug. “Hey, Sam.”

“I’m glad Dean managed to get to you in time,” Sam said, “It’s really good to see you.”

“You, too. I’m grateful to be here,” she murmured against his shoulder.

“Leave some for the rest of us, will you?”, a sassy voice interrupted.

Dean’s brother and girlfriend broke away from each other, and Y/N saw a young woman with blonde hair standing next to her. “Hey. I’m Claire,” she introduced herself casually.

“Nice to meet you, Claire.”

For a second, the young woman just stared her up and down, assessing her. Then, as if Y/N had passed the test, she started to smile and hugged her.

A very relieved Y/N looked at Dean, who gave her a thumbs up behind Claire’s back.

Before Y/N had even fully pulled away from Claire, a redheaded woman wrapped her up in a hug, almost knocking her off her feet. “Hi! I’m Charlie.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Y/N said with a surprised chuckle, embracing the redhead.

Once Charlie let go of Y/N, she mouthed an impressed wow! to Dean, who responded with a cocky tilt of his head and a silent I know.

“Okay, last but not least. I’m Alex. Nice to meet you,” a young dark-haired woman said. She approached Y/N and gave her the final welcoming hug, squeezing her in her arms.

“Alright.” Dean clapped his hands together. “Is there any more food?”

Charlie’s hand closed around her beer bottle as she asked, “So, who’s your favorite Harry Potter character?”

Y/N didn’t think twice about her response. “Oh, Hermione for sure.”

The redhead didn’t hesitate to extend her beer bottle to her new friend. Her facial features transformed into a dead serious expression as she told Dean, “I have a crush on your girlfriend.”

Y/N laughed and clinked bottles with Charlie.

“Pff, get in line,” Dean retorted playfully and slung his arm over Y/N’s shoulders.

For the first time since holiday season had begun, Dean felt at peace. Maybe this kind of celebration wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“I know you said you’re not the type to do this holiday stuff,” Y/N said, placing her hand on Dean’s knee, “But you put together something beautiful here.”

“I second that!”, Jody called out with a smile.

Donna clicked her tongue before adding, “Well, there’s nothin’ the Winchesters can’t do!”  

Both Dean and Sam stopped in their tracks. They each shifted to face Y/N, who was staring back at them with a blank expression. 

The entire group fell silent as they realized something was off.

Dean felt like his heart had stopped beating. Just like the rest of Lebanon, Y/N thought of them as the Campbell brothers. Not the Winchester brothers. He felt trapped. Caught. He intended to have a long, perhaps life-altering conversation with his partner the next day, come clean about everything. He didn’t want to freak her out in front of everybody on New Year’s Eve. 

Just a couple of words were going to make Dean’s entire house of cards collapse. Once again, his love life was going to be swept away under his feet like a dirty rug.

“Sam and Dean Winchester,” Y/N mumbled under her breath, her irises bouncing back and forth between the brothers, disbelief lacing her quiet voice.

Dean gulped. Great, she’d heard of them. He mentally prepared himself to give her the we-are-not-serial-killers speech.

A scoff left Y/N’s lips, giving way for a smile to break through. She got up from her chair, observed intently by everyone, and turned her back to them. She gathered her hair in her hand and pulled it up in a makeshift bun.

Everyone’s eyes widened, but Dean’s most of all.

Right there, on the back of her neck, he could spot a tiny pentagram. He’d never seen the black ink before. She’d always worn her hair down. And under there, Y/N had hidden a freaking anti-possession tattoo!

She turned to face Dean’s family again, a smile on her lips as they all burst into fits of laughter. The cheerful tunes echoed through the bunker halls, shattering the tension.

“No way.” Dean shook his head, waiting for his mind to be cleared. But nothing changed. He wasn’t beamed back to reality. This was reality. All the pressure that had built up inside him suddenly evaporated. He didn’t need to explain that he wasn’t a serial killer. And he didn’t need to explain that he was a hunter. Because Y/N was a hunter, too.

“Now, that explains a lot,” she quipped teasingly, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend as she sat back down.

A toothy smile played on Dean’s lips. “No wonder the good ol’ bunker didn’t scare you away.”

Y/N pulled a small silver dagger from her boot and held it up to show him. “I always come prepared.”

By now, laughter was pouring from Dean’s mouth. His chuckles weren’t necessarily driven by amusement. Rather, they were chuckles of relief. The creases around his eyes were deep as he leaned closer to his girlfriend. “I should’ve frisked you.” Despite having an audience, his lips sought hers, planting a kiss on the soft flesh.

Everyone cheered and laughed around the couple. The hunters were very aware that they were in the midst of witnessing a delayed Christmas miracle.

Y/N kept Dean close as they broke apart. “You still can,” she whispered into his ear. The slight shiver of his body didn’t go past her, making her smile.

“Oh, I most definitely will,” he vowed.

Sam cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention and raised his glass at Y/N, who was beaming with joy. “Welcome to the family.”

The other hunters followed suit, raising their glasses and yelling, “Welcome to the family!”

Dean slung his arm over her shoulders again and tucked Y/N against his side. “Welcome to the family, sweetheart.”

“Guys, I really don’t wanna interrupt the love fest, but it’s almost midnight,” Claire chimed in.

“Alrighty,” Donna said, looking around, “Does everyone have someone to hug or smooch?”

A sloppy smirk plastered itself across Dean’s face. “Oh, I’m good.” He squeezed Y/N’s body against him, basking in the small giggle that she graced his ears with.

Together, they all counted the final seconds of the year. A year that had been anything but easy. And despite everything, they considered themselves lucky to start the new year together.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1!”

Dean took Y/N’s face in his hands and kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. They melted into each other, exchanging electric sparks with each movement of their heads, with each stroke of their lips. Y/N’s hand flew up, grasping Dean’s lower arm for support. The short bristles of his beard scratched her chin as he worked his mouth against hers.

Just a few hours earlier, she’d been on her own. And now she had a family.

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— "A SLIP OF TONGUE." draconia

SYNOPSIS: Some arranged marriage crumbs with Malleus <3

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IT WAS A DUTY you must see through to the end. The Merryweathers had a high standing in society and it was crucial that you, the eldest daughter, married into a powerful family. You would be able to strengthen your position with the nobility through such union.

It was such a tantalizing preposition that you couldn't help yourself. Even if it meant begrudgingly marrying a man your father chose for you.

The diamond-encrusted headpiece threaded into your hair weighed heavy, strenuous on your neck, and dreadfully difficult to move around with. Ten layers of fine white silk and lace rest against your form, draping and swaying against the breeze of the damp garden. If not for your current situation, the day would have been perfect.

The upcoming wedding had pushed the entire Draconia palace into a state of barely controlled chaos and turmoil. In every second of the day, you were flooded with dress fittings, laced wedding invites, nosy handmaidens, and many more. The courtyard outside the castle was the only place you could get away from the wedding festivities.

It was peaceful, free from the thundering demands of the queen and bare of any busy-bee maids and workers.

The air smelled pleasantly of wildflowers and moss. Small sunbeams found their way through your braided hair, sparkling and reflecting off of the jewels in your crown.

The year had passed in a blur and before you knew it, it was spring.

"Dearest?" Startled, you almost sprang out of your skin. Turning round, you found Malleus standing by the garden entrance. He was dressed in a dark gothic suit, a thick tailcoat layered atop. "I was wondering where you'd gone off to."

It was fortunate, you thought, that you had a veil draped across your face. Because the moment he began to approach you, your jaw went slack, mouth running dry. With each thundering step of his boots, your head hammered and your thoughts melted into mush.

The distance between you was quickly closed as he towered over you, the front of his torso brushing against yours. Bowing his head low, your fiancé's dark eyes briefly swept over your figure, devouring the savory sight of your form draped in the flowy dress. Though hesitant, you mustered the courage to address him and bowed.

Malleus' eyes bore into yours as he trailed a leather clad hand down your arm, taking a hold of your wrist and lifting it to his lips. It was commonly known that noblemen tended to avoid showing affection in public as they had to maintain a proper image. So you were perplexed to see him displaying such open adoration towards you.

"My bride," he murmurs, voice baritone and deep, rumbling his chest. The fae could see how you trembled in his presence, an apprehensive smile stretched across your lips. "How are you fairing?"

"I…I am well." Cursing yourself for the uncertainty lace in your voice, you drew your hand back, gaze stone cold as you toyed with the edges of your robes. "I am just…just trying to process everything right now."

"I see," was his flat response.

The draconic prince was all what people had horrifyingly depicted him as. Tall, dark, imposing, and frightfully powerful. And yet, in all the ways he was intimidating and overpowering, he was beautiful.

There the sound of a faintest swish as his scaled tail brushed against the lush grass. Translucent grey scales glistened on the skin of his arms, and his eyes were a dazzling jade that sparkled green when you peered into them. His fingers were claw-like, and his nails were black as obsidian.

Before you could stop yourself, your lips move on its own, a sugared yet genuine compliment dripping from your tongue.

"You're…beautiful."

Then there is silence.

Malleus shakily exhales, his eyes skimming over your form, wide and gleaming with suppressed excitement.

You on the other hand, are terrified, horrified, by the slip of the tongue, and you rush to explain yourself. A stream of explanations tumble off your lips. Though you were unable to make sense of what you were even saying, it was more like the rambles of madman.

"Beautiful, hm?" Malleus grins, fangs shining underneath beams of sun. He slots himself closer to your body, a strong arm wrapping itself around your waist. Your mind is dizzy and you find comfort in tucking your face into the crook of his neck. The sound of his amused chuckle rumbles against your burning cheeks as he utters his gratitude.

"It-It was a slip of tongue, I didn't mean to-" You stammer but Malleus presses the pad of his finger against your glossy lips, shutting you up. He leans in close, the scent of his cool cologne filling your senses as his hands knead the flesh of your hips. "Oh, I'm sure it was, my queen."

Sevens help you.

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One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 1

Dire Crowley is dead, and it is up to the people left to figure who killed the Headmage... before anyone else ends up dead.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Gender-neutral reader, unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Anxiety, murder, description of injury, reader death, basically dead dove content

Word Count; 1.1 K

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

Divus had rolled Crowley over to his side and checked his pulse, but he found nothing. The Headmage was indeed dead, and the body was still warm and not yet in rigor mortis; the murder happened not long ago. 

The students behind him were quiet, not one of them dared uttering a word, taking in the scene.

“He’s dead,” Divus huffed, getting up and dusting himself off. His grey eyes analyzed his students; as far as he knew, they were the only other people in the building, narrowing the suspect pool considerably.

He took note of the pursed lips, furrowed brows, and any other nervous ticks. Yet despite the disturbing scene, he saw quiet and disturbingly normal reactions; nothing that would clearly indicate any of them as the killer.

Finally, someone spoke up; Silver broke the silence. “How?”

Divus narrowed his eyes, but as far as he could tell, Silver was honest. How did Crowley die? That was a good question. As far as he could tell, the wound wasn’t apparent, and he would rather not tamper anymore with the crime scene; at least his gloves wouldn’t leave any fingerprints that could incriminate him.

“Murder, he was murdered.”

Silver, Cater, Vil and you all bristled at that revelation, whereas Azul, Jade, and Rook looked more pensive.

Who would have the motive? “And said murderer must be one of you pups.”

Now that statement got a reaction; anger, indignation, disbelief, shock, and suspicion. A bomb had been dropped, and they were just waiting for the timer to go off. 

You cleared your throat, drawing everyone’s eyes to you. It was unnerving, and you could feel them trying to think of who would do something like this… and you knew that out of nearly everyone, you were the best suspect. “Or it could be you,” you stated coldly, gaging Professor Crewel’s response.

He gave nothing away, just raising a brow. “And what of you? Do you not despise the man? Can anyone here back up your whereabouts?”

“Or are you trying to cover up your own tracks?!” You were getting angry, rightfully so. You knew you didn’t do it.

The others were watching the two of you like hawks, seeing the tension build. Finally, Vil got between the two of you, breaking it up before it could escalate into anything more. 

“You two need to stop this nonsense,” he huffed, looking between the two of you. “This isn’t the situation to start turning on each other since that would just turn into everyone turning on each other. We need to stay together.”

He was right, but the anger and hurt was still there. You looked at the body, thinking. The keys… could they help us figure this out? 

Walking over, with everyone’s eyes on your back, you gingerly lifted the keys away from Crowley. “Could there be something in the school that would help us solve this?” Why is this starting to feel like some weird game? Ugh.

“The mirror chamber,” Rook murmured, turning his green eyes to you. “The mirror could tell us of le meurtrier.” The usual smile he wore was gone, a more serious look in his eye. To be fair though, you could not blame him for being more sombre, with the situation and all.

“It could also say how Headmage Crowley… met his fate,” Azul chimed in, pushing up his glasses. He looked slightly panicked and irritated. He had made his fair share of enemies and grudges, so perhaps he was just concerned about that.

Jade looked calm as ever, but it was always hard to read how he was feeling. “And the room it took place in as well,” he hummed, brows furrowed. There was something under the surface of his pleasant mask, he was analyzing everyone, trying to put two and two together. 

Cater was busy trying to call for help, but his reception had died right before Crowley was found in his current condition… like someone had planned for them to all find the body together. 

Vil was looking at everyone, trying to make sure that everyone didn’t turn on each other and go their separate ways… there was something at the back of his mind that knew that things would only get worse if everyone went their own way. And as far as he could tell, everyone was being honest, or someone was just putting up an act of being innocent, a very good act.

And Silver? Silver was just confused as to who could do something like this. And for some reason, he felt like he should have been there to protect the Headmage.

“Alright then,” Divus said, “to the mirror chamber it is.”

…

…

“Eight people, nine rooms, seven weapons. One person is guilty, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.” The dark mirror boomed, and seven weapons were floating in the air, as were photos of the rooms. “You must all vote on who could have murdered the Headmage with your rationale.”

With that, the mirror went silent, leaving the room eerily silent.

“Ballots,” Vil said, “to keep it anonymous to avoid any further animosity.”

There were no objections, and soon the room was full of the scratching of pen against paper. You were the last person to hand in your ballot, and you fed it to the mirror, letting the inky darkness eat up the slip.

Like some twisted joke, the mirror showed the reflection of the person who was voted as the person most likely to be the murderer, with the weapon in hand, and in the room itself. And you saw yourself, holding a dagger covered in blood, in Crowley’s office.

You felt everyone’s judgement, but the mirror faded out. “They are not the killer, nor is it the correct weapon or room.” And yet again silence.

Despite your better judgment, you fled the room, having been effectively betrayed by your peers. Silver ran after you, and then Cater. Eventually, everyone was separated looking for you. 

You stopped running and switched to pacing in the main hall, trying to calm down, trying to not break down; now was not the time. You couldn’t afford to be emotional at such a time-

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and as you started to turn your head, trying to see who it was, everything went dark.

  No one is safe. And unfortunately, you were the first person in your party to figure that out. For the true murderer would kill the accused who were actually innocent. And you met such a fate.

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Reader’s cause of death; stunned with a dagger, massive blood loss due to a laceration to the throat.

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SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

ROOMS:

- Main hall - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPONS:

- Revolver - Rope - Dagger (eliminated in Chapter 1) - Wrench - Candlestick - Lead pipe - Magic

[pookacangetit]

Disney Song! Yuu [Disney Songs Edition: A Reflected Self]

It's been almost a year since Yuu (obliviously?) won over NRC with the power of songs and charisma, but there is still much to learn about the god behind the title of the Ramshackle prefect.

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Yuu stayed awake as Grimm fell asleep, staring at the pale ceiling of Ramshackle as the snores of their fellow first years trickled in from the other room. Ace and the rest had suddenly showed up on their doorstep after the fiasco with S.T.Y.X, bragging about their feats and demanding a first-years-only sleepover at Ramshackle.

Knowing Riddle was still passed out, Yuu gandered that the Heartslabyul troublemakers would be in a big deal of trouble come morning.

A hand rested atop Grimm's body as Yuu's soft voice filled the room.

Look at me~

I will never pass for a perfect bride~

Or a perfect daughter~

The shadows twisted inwards as the room warped into a smokey landscape, floating lanterns shining a dull white in the dusk-grey atmosphere as a tranquil pool of water rested beneath Yuu's feet. Grimm let out an annoyed mew as Yuu moved away.

Can it be~

I'm not meant to play this part~

Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself~

I would break my family's heart~

Noticing the tied papers on the lanterns' ends, Yuu made a move. Cutting through the smoke with a lifted hand, the prefect grabbed one of the lanterns to read the kanji written on the paper, フィクサー.

Yuu went to grab another lantern, this one reading 非魔法, never noticing the smoke resembling a person's shadow weaving pass their figure as the door quietly creaked open to reveal a purple eye.

Who is that girl I see~

Staring straight back at me?~

Why is my reflection someone I don't know?~

Somehow I cannot hide~

Who I am, though I've tried~

Azul only wanted to repay a debt to the Ramshackle prefect, having the Leech brothers shove the rest of the first years out of Ramshackle while he searched for the Yuu and their familiar.

Watching the prefect woefully sing their heart out, Azul might've come at a bad time.

A stray lantern floated into his path, Azul grabbed it's paper tail and grimaced at the written words, 悪党. He flicked it away with a grimace before turning his attention back to Yuu, watching them.

When will my reflection show who I am inside~

When will my reflection show who I am inside~

"Ah, Koebi-chan's moping~" Azul quickly swatted away Floyd's arm from on top of his head as the Leech brother peered into the room, his smile wider than normal, "I can fix it with a nice and tight hug-"

"We are not here to murder Yuu with one of your death squeezes," Azul snapped, "and where's Jade-"

SMASH.

Azul and Floyd snapped their necks towards the Ramshackle prefect who was standing in front of a broken mirror, Grimm having fell off the bed with a sharp yowl.

Azul screeched after one look at Yuu's injured hands, "DID YOU JUST PUNCH THE MIRROR??"

Yuu glanced back at the second year terrified, "THERE WAS SOMETHING- wait, Azul? Floyd??"

Jade strutted in with Ace and Deuce passed out beneath each of his arms, "What did I miss?"

Yuu: *undergoing an identity crisis* who am I?

Azul: an angel, my prince charming, my darling siren-

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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The meeting ended way faster than it was planned due to… you guessed it, a surprise attack. Both me and Anakin fought with great intensity and when it was over, we had won every Senator over. Our job was done. And so after bidding goodbye, we headed towards our ship. Anakin sat in the driving compartment ready to pilot the ship back to the Temple and I joined him.

A comfortable silence enveloped us, safety and protection radiated from him and sooner than later I felt myself slip into a much-needed slumber.

A set of plain dark grey doors stood tall before me, and as I reached to open them my hand came short several centimetres under the handles. A tall black man called Windu stood beside me, silently assessing me. I stood on my tiptoes and opened the doors. Several pairs of eyes turned towards me and I felt myself shrink back. Master Windu placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight push while whispering "It will be alright".

My feet carried me to the buffet of the cafeteria and my mouth watered at the sight of the plethora of food. I wasn't used to it and my stomach growled as the minutes flew by. In the end, I chose rice with some chicken because I knew that even though I could eat anything on the table my stomach wouldn't be able to handle more than that. I headed towards the far side of the room, where next to no one was sitting.

A blond boy suddenly appears in front of me, startling me. He has a kind face, that is framed by shortcutted hair and a small braid, a padawan. He smiles at me as he examines me.

"Hi, I am Anakin. You can join me and the rest of the padawans if you want to."

"No thank you."

"Are you shy? Or just really stuck up? Because there is this girl Jade…" He says maliciously. "Well let's just say that no one likes Jade."

I snort a small chuckle and he laughs at me.

"Is it okay if I come and sit with you?"

"Sure," I said back to him.

He simply rushes back to his table and grabs his lunch before coming back to the table. He lets his tray down with a thud and he beams at me with a toothy smile, some of his teeth are missing, as he sits down. He must be older than me by a year or so or two.

"I see you chose the chicken. Good choice but it is a bit like a tyre you know, probably overcooked. You should try the roasted beef next time. It is simply great."

The ship rocks side to side being caught in a star storm, a hushed curse sounds as I shift my position trying to get comfortable.

My body is covered in sweat and I pant like crazy. My sides burn like there is no tomorrow.

"Again?" Anakin asks with a smirk.

"I hate you"

"Oh come on, trouble. I am sure you will beat me next time."

I roll my eyes at the nickname. You crash five fighter jets and set only two fires and suddenly you are a pariah. Anakin was the only one who defended me because somehow he had figured out that I wanted to go home or to what was left of it. He stopped me at the last minute and he crashed three out of the five jets.

Training with Anakin late at night when the whole Temple rested. When the nightmares started nothing could calm me down. The sleepless nights started to catch up with me, and the dark circles that adorned my eyes were prominent. After a while, he suggested joining me when trying to fall asleep like we used to do when we were little. And for a time it worked and then they got worse. He believed they were just nightmares but they were memories of the abuse and the destruction.

Then Master Obi-Wan said that we had both fallen back on our training and that we should be focused only on that. That was our priority. And so one late night in the training room turned to hundred and to thousand. We would fight to the brink of exhaustion and then we would turn off like lights.

In the meantime, we have both grown. My body started to turn more feminine, and curves showed up, attracting creepy stares from the boys and glares from the girls. Anakin on the other side gained a lot of height, surpassing me by a full head. His once lean body slowly became more muscular, and his shoulders were broadened.

I examined him as we both tried to gain our breath.

As he was still trying to calm down, I lunged at him. Raising my lightsabers, trying to disarm me. His quick reflexes were his saviour. Our sabers clashed as we attacked and defended ourselves. It was like a dance, a brutal one and we matched each other. No one could know for how long we stayed there until he missed a step and went down like a sack of potatoes.

"That … was not … fair. I was caught off guard." He says breathlessly.

"Say that… to your enemy… next time." I say to him smirking and I grab his outstretched arm, pulling him up.

"I miss the days when I did all the talking. You were less mean." He says with a pout and I laugh at him. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see him for six months.

I feel someone move me from my sitting position and being laid down on the reclined chair. A light duvet covers my body. His familiar scent fills my nostrils and drifts me back to sleep.

Master Windu watches me from the top of the stadium and his encouragement comes to me in waves through the Force. Today I gained my knighthood. And after all of the struggles and challenges, this moment of that day is not my favourite.

I found myself unable to sleep so I took a walk through the Temple. I tried to meditate. Still, I feel on edge, some would say that it is because of my achievement of becoming a Jedi Knight. I wander in the aircraft zone, his favourite place. I need to feel close to him, now more than ever. A few months ago he left for the war front with some other padawans and Jedis, for some reason, I was not approved to follow. At least not yet.

I see a craft landing and I hide behind a pillar, holding tightly one of my lightsabers in my hand, ready to attack.

A deep voice sounds. "I already told you, Master. I didn't not hint that-"

"That is the problem with you you never think." A familiar voice said. Obi-Wan's voice sounds tired and full of panic. "You could have been killed."

"Don't say that Master. I didn't do anything wrong." The deep voice says mischievously, his voice laced with mirth.

"Oh really. Well, I guess there is nothing wrong with jumping off of jets, and completely trusting your life on a droid, no offence Artoo, or challenging your opponents. You are being reckless."

I slowly pull myself out from my hiding space trying to get a better look at the two approaching figures. Obi-Wan is the same, only his robes are more tattered and he looks bone tired as he moves at the pace of a sloth.

The figure next to him wears dark clothes blending in the dark night sky. Yet I am able to make him out. His blond hair has grown from his short spiky haircut. He seems even taller and his body more muscular than it was. It fits snuggly against his armour. Ani, he is here, he is back.

Without a second thought, I sprint towards him and jump on top of him. He staggers back by the force of the sudden impact. His arms shoot out to catch me as he gains his footing.

"Hey, trouble. I missed you." He whispers into the skin of my neck as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. His arms tighten around me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He is solid, covered in hard muscle and almost double in size. His voice is several octaves lower than it used to be. Everything about him makes my stomach roll and coil into a knot. That's when it all started. Since then I could not pull my eyes from him. Since then I could not stop thinking and fantasizing about him.

I am woken up by the rumble of the edges shutting down. I blink the sleepiness away and pull myself up ready to head towards my room. A hand grabs mine, stopping me on the spot.

"You look beautiful, you know. You should wear dresses more often." He says as he looks at me with a loving gaze. I blush harshly as he walks away, only turning his gaze back to me to say "Goodnight, trouble."

My eyesight finds the first reflective surface and I take a long look at my appearance. My hair had fallen from the messy curled bun Padmé had somehow made at the top of my head. The dress truly compliments my figure, making every curve stand out, daunting every man to take a look. Yet my strong arms stand out, in contrast to the soft aspects of my body making me look like a true fighter. Making me look like a Greek goddess.

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