#rex x villain reader

[jessiquinn]

The undying series (Rex x villain reader)

2019-04-18

hello guys! I came with another mess that I fixed... kinda, hehe. hope you like it, if you did please tell me!

Generator rex was such a great series... the memories.

<Rex get's attacked from nowhere, a new team of villains has arrived... or is it?>

another X villain here,

this is part one of this short series,

Warnings:

1-bad language, 2-suicidal behavior, 3-bad story, 4-bad editing.

hope you enjoy it!

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“what do you think Van shit is planning now,” Rex said while putting his stress on the ball in his hand, “sheesh is 5 in the morning dude chill. Stop worrying and sleep you've been up all night! and we have important training today” bobo covered his ears in annoyance.

“White knight speech today was strange... like he knew something is going to happen, plus it's been so long since he signed us for training, since when do we get training we’re pros at this point!” Rex finally threw the ball away, offended by his thought.

“*sigh in annoyance* for now get some energy, tomorrow we’ll ask him” Bobo finally said after falling asleep.

“I will be teaching you a new fighting technique, it'll help you in the future. the new e.v.o are stronger than before” agent six warned with a hint of worry, suspicious, since when does agent six show any kind of emotions especially worry? that is what circled Rex’s head at the moment.

Bobo and Rex shared a glance at each other, confused.

something is going on.

“last time White Knight said we didn't need this type of training,” Rex said with suspicion, “well now you need it so shut the hell up and listen”

after the training

“go to the main room Dr. Holiday wants you two” Agent Six said causally while cleaning his katana like nothing just happened, meanwhile, they were out of breath, they forgot how fast he was.

in Dr. Holiday’s office,

Dr. Holiday puts a new device on their arms, almost like a bracelet of some kind...

“what's happening Dr, first special training then this weird bracelet?” Rex is starting to feel alarmingly worried.

“All we know is this is a new order from White just watch out ok, you CAN’T and I repeat, you can’t leave without those bracelets, understood?”

“let's not make a big deal out of this you know how much paranoid white is, let's go eat some tacos, your treat, of course,” Bobo smirked at Rex, feeling like a winner.

Dr. Holiday didn’t utter a word, busy with her research.

in the city

“here you are, guys, what took you so long,” a familiar voice said, Noah. “training...there's something strange happening but we don't know” feeling exhausted even though the day just began.

-suddenly the bracelet begins to ring-

a feeling of danger fills the air, what’s happening?

-a motorcycle sound-

“bikers? What the hell is going on” Bobo said, taking his guns out, ready to shoo-hits Rex... he fell on the ground hard

“ugh what was that for!” he gets up as fast as his fall, “look!” Bobo warned a -a lot of motorcycles coming in Noah's way

The world around them turns into neon colors, Bobo grabs Noah and gets him out of the bikers way. “wtf is going on”

Rex activates his powers... nothing happens, a strange masked villain hits him again but this time with a gun.

Rex has been shot! once again on the floor, pain filling his body. tracing the wound... searching for the bullet...what...it’s a needle. his body absorbing every bit of the strange fluid.

drops to the ground

Bobo already called help, but Rex wasn't having it, adrenaline pumping through his body. the bracelet begins to ring, there was an option

"block"

pressing it without thought, instantly feeling bumps of power through his body again, got on his motorcycle, not giving one single fuck about traffic. all that mattered was catching up to them.

The villain kept on taking turns, but Rex was still on their back.

Bobo starts communicating through the earpiece “Rex! we need backup! they’re too many! they keep on multiplying!” “Hold on guys! I'm close to catching them” Rex felt a rush he hasn’t felt for a long time, driving at a speed he’s not allowed to is always exciting.

Finally! a dead-end, The villain stops, guess they didn’t know the street as they thought, a smirk spreads through Rex’s face. they got off their drive and start running, without a notice the motorcycle drifted toward them, making a big explosion.

immediately shielding himself “Don't think you won-” driving through the explosion.

-The villain is already in the building- using his mutation to fly at them, unluckily for him a smoke bomb hits his head.

“I.. should be more careful” feeling pain but adrenaline has never been stronger. arriving at the rooftops to see the villain running away, “if a chase is what you want then your wish will come true”

running to the edge of the building, his smirk doesn’t last as the villain took a jump. “shot” using his wings again, catching up to them.

“Stop!” Rex says before he goes to pin them, The villain takes a risk and jumps, there’s a big gap, shocked Rex too.

The villain falls to the other building, hurting their leg.

Taking the chance, “You can't escape now!” finally tackles them, The villain gets a small device, and points it at Rex, once again feeling weaker than before.

blocking his powers but that doesn’t stop him! he’s angry at this point. kicking the device away, finally using his new fighting technique.

as excepted the villain fights back, he tries to trap you but you keep on getting away.

finally had enough of this bullshit, grabbed his shirt, all that was written on his face is anger and shock, instantly throwing him away.

for once his luck started to work, and Bobo came! an Upside Rex smiles seeing them arrive “Finally!”

looking at the three of them, I’m surrounded “You are outnumbered, surrender” Agent Six points his katana at the villain with full confidence.

Your Pov:

standing on the edge, reaching slowly for your backup gun.

Boss’s number one rule! don't let them get yo- w-WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GUN! -it's on the other side of the building- damn this boy, taking a step back. looking at the ground, there were a lot of their forces.

I'm out of breath, weapons, and the ground is full of their forces.

huh, but I believe I’ve done my mission.

“surrender now” Agent Six once again warned.

I have one solution left... it will hurt but I have to, taking the extra needle that I had, a stab to the neck, and within seconds you were down.

They excepted everything but that.

the poison ran through you, “Get them to the base! fast!”

in Dc. holiday office

“Dc! Quick we need help immediately,” she didn't question anything and started right away.

“They stabbed themselves with the same needle I’ve been injected with or at least the same poison” he was still in shock, she took off the mask of the villain and it was... just a regular person.

a new villain?

Dc. Holiday does everything she can to do to save this life, “that's the strongest cure we have if that can’t help them I don't know what, I'm going to check them for e.v.o, help me!”

“holy shit she doesn't have any nanites” Nanite-free, Six, Bobo, and Noah arrive

“that was one hell of a fight! it's been a while since, what a stretch!” Bobo said while stretching.

“what just happened” White Knight finally arrives,

“You tell us, we know you knew something was up, so explain yourself!” Rex exploded, “They had the strange followers we had never seen before, they vanished out of thin air!” Bobo explained in confusion.

“if I knew something was up, you’d think I wouldn’t have stopped it sooner? Get this villain up!” furiously leaving the room.

After a while...

Your pov

opening my eyes, the first thing I feel is a strong hit of adrenaline mixed with fear, compantion

questions pop into my head “Why am I here? fuck!” “I should be dead!” looking around me, I’m tied to a chair... shit

from past experiences, I can tell what’s going to happen very soon... all I wish for is the package to arrive at the wanted destination, or else... someone is going to die.

getting involved in this mess only made my life harder, put my family in danger, and blackmailed through my family’s life. what else can I do but serve the hopeless hope of them still being alive?

all of this is for them...

an earsplitting sound blasts through the speakers, it already began.

“listen carefully, I will ask you ONCE. where is the needle? wrong answers will be faced with a punishment” the White knight said with rage yet calm demeanor almost chilling to the bones of how expressive his voice does.

You remained silent

one of the most important trainings of this ‘company’ or whatever, is the art of silence... Game is on

“1... 2.... 3″ waves of electricity pump through your body, shocking you into oblivion... yet, not bad, I can handle worse.

Silence

“Don’t celebrate too fast, this isn’t the worst mode we have. I can keep playing this game as LONG as you want” White Knight had a hint of play in him like he was enjoying this torture.

Silence

Without warning shock after shock, the pain kept on increasing every time.

Everyone was watching

“Sir, any more and we might have a body to explain,” Dr. Holiday said

“TALK, I WON’T STOP” White knight officially lost it, why was this so important to him? usually, he doesn't care much and makes us do it.

The pain was unbearable, I think my time is due, I win.

Rex rushes to White Knight and stops him in his tracks, “What the hell are you doing! We still need the information!” he was pissed.

fainting from the pain, let’s hope this time I won’t wake up.

Rex pov

“dr holiday, check if they’re alive! And you! You almost killed them, maybe even did! we don’t know! WE ARE HEROES, not villains! above that, we need them for information! if they’re gone! we lost our only hope and clue” Rex was furious.

“HOPE? What hope! even if they die, we’ll find them sooner or later” The White knight defended himself, Rex wasn’t having it “Yes, hope. how can we know where is their team without them in the first place! are you out of your mind?!”

dc. holiday and agent six got you into the medical center, you were in a critical state, proceeding to hock you into lots of machines from an oxygen mask to IV fluids, etc.

after 10 minutes you started waking up

oh no, I’m still alive, usually, anyone would die from this. meanwhile, Rex was keeping watch on you, “they’re awake”

You have been not tied up this time, dc. Holiday came “I need to check on some things, we’ll try again..”

I’ve done my mission successfully, although what’s left for me is to go home or die I guess... the hope of getting home was less than I could even imagine, guards are everywhere and my weapons are gone.

The boy left after he talked about bringing some people, taking the chance and using the doctor's tools against her, and injecting her with her own medicine.

interesting, she has fight in her. “Y..ou. will not win..” proceeding to fall on the floor.

taking some sharp objects from her lab with me just in case, stealth mode is on, scanning the area near me, searching for any exit.

The problem is if I get caught, my boss’s orders were clear... escape or die

This place seems like a maze, hope is getting lesser by the second, continuing to search for an exit, unfortunately, guards caught on to you, I’m not leaving without a fight!

They had guns and I had a couple of empty needles, they were laughing and mocking me, bad choice. making a perfect headshot with just the needles, mostly eye shoots... you get the gist.

They’re not going to die but they’ll leave me for now, now all the building knows you escaped. running, searching for a place to hide.

“STOP OR I’LL SHOOT” Turning around to see a blonde guy standing next to a monkey...

I knew this gun would be handy, shooting him with a speed he didn’t notice, unfortunately, the trick didn’t work on the monkey, he easily dodged it.

he was far more experienced, he’s a fucking monkey alright! deciding on finding the shelter now! thankfully the restroom was next to me.

closing the door shut on me, there was a vent but it was too small! “listen up... I’m not a jerk alright, I can’t go in the women’s bathroom” the monkey said?????.

wtf, I need to find an escape! And for sure the monkey wasn’t the last of them... the boy is.

no choice, there are no more options, if any info gets out, then my family is out.

dropping everything I have, cutting my sleeve fabric, and stuffing my mouth with it. I have to... taking on of the needles and without any more thoughts, cutting the left nerve... if that doesn’t kill me I don’t what...

all that is left is to wait for Sweet Sweet Death, getting into one of the stalls that’s harder to get into.

by the time you couldn't see anything...

You lost a lot of blood

but

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[zuhamuses]

♡ " The side effect "

Suitor: William Rex x Kate (MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

CW: none!! Just fluff and chaos lol ♡

Prompt: Dressed in love

Note: My entry for @judejazza 's event!! I hope everyone likes this. Divider and header made by the lovely @natimiles <3

No one was expecting that the medicine Roger gave her would have this effect on her. He had first wanted to give it to Liam, but he wasn't present. Roger's second option was Ellis... who was also not in the castle.

It was something he had created himself. Roger had full faith that the medicine had the ability to heal a person quicker. A flu, migraine, anything else? You were gonna feel fine in no time (okay, somewhat of an exaggeration). That's when he heard that Kate was feeling unwell and... yes.

"Oh? Who is this beautiful young man...?" Kate's eyes were fixed on William as soon as he entered the infirmary.

He smiled at his lover and gave Roger a look.

"Ah, right. She will be fine in a day. Seems like I made a mistake with the medicine."

William nodded his head, the smile still on his face, and he went closer to Kate.

"Hello, Kate. How are you feeling?"

She giggled. "Great! Now that I have seen such a handsome guy. What's your name?"

He laughed, realizing that she was having troubling remembering him. Ah, it was somewhat sad. They were meant to go on a date but...

"William Rex at your service. So, Kate..."

Her big eyes were staring at him the entire time, and a goofy smile was on her face.

"Your eyes are telling me that you like me. Will you give me your time and spend the day with me?"

She gasped and quickly stood up, moving towards the stairs. "YES! What are you waiting for, pretty guy? Let's go! This feels like a dream - it must be - but I won't let my chance slip."

William laughed again and went after her. Roger cleared his throat. Well, that was interesting...

In the parlour:

Kate stared at everyone present in the room. Her face showed it clearly that she didn't remember any of them. Harrison and Liam were sitting and having a talk when they stopped to look at Kate.

"Woah, Katie! What happened?" Liam asked.

"Katie?" She asked, "You know me?"

"Will! What's wrong with her?" Liam looked crestfallen.

The red-eyed man laughed and shook his head. "She will be fine in a day, Liam. Don't worry."

Harrison chuckled. "You look like you are in a trance."

Kate nodded her head, suddenly very serious. "There are too many pretty boys here," she looked at William, "but I think you are the only one for me."

Harrison's eyes went wide, and Liam choked on his own spit.

"HUH?!" Liam let out.

"Damn... she's still in love with you despite her 'temporary case of amnesia'". Harry's voice was full of amusement.

William was biting back a laugh as he followed behind Kate, who was running towards the kitchen. She looked like a little child on a sugar rush.

In the kitchen:

"Oh! Pretty guy with long hair!" Her first instinct was to touch Victor's hair. The Queen's Aide was beaming at her.

"Aww! You flatter me, Miss Kate!"

William raised an eyebrow at his old friend, smile not faltering. "She's still mine, Victor."

"Aww, shucks. Kate you are just so cute!!! Would you like this fresh scone I made?"

"Ooooh! Yes, please."

And Kate was given a plate full of scones by Victor...

In the dining hall:

"Oh, hello, Kate!" Ellis warmly smiled at her. "Is there something wrong?"

"Ohhhh, pretty boy number four. I am fine. It's a weird medicine, and I think I have a memory loss, and I feel weird. But I am fine." She looked at Jude, "You look like a gang boss."

"Tch. Yeah, gon' make your ass go bankrupt."

"Haha, okay." Kate laughed.

Jude's brows were furrowed. He didn't even want to ask any questions.

"Come on, Will! Let's go outside!" She smiled at him. A smile that always had him weak.

"After you, my lady."

In the garden:

"You look really beautiful." Kate told Elbert.

"Oh... thank you. Al, am I beautiful?"

"Yes, of course... what kind of ideas are you having?"

"... nothing."

Kate took William's hand. "Hey... I am feeling dizzy."

He carried his lover to her room.

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"Hmm... I still don't remember much." She told him. "My heart starts beating super fast when I look at you, though."

"Hmm? Really?"

"Yes. You have such pretty eyes... your hair looks so smooth, and you smell divine. Hmm, Will?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can I borrow your cape...? It's cold."

He laughed. "Of course."

It looked better on her than it did on him. William wondered how she would look if she wore his clothes. Hmm, adorable. But first, he had to make sure his lover would feel normal again.

[secrelty-z]

these mcs r wild bro

mc witnessed like 5 murders and she’s just chilling

like WHAT

i’m reading william’s route rn and this dude murdered someone so gruesomely and mc wakes up the next morning like up im cool 😜

GIRL WHAT

[omkookie]

♡ Suitors ♡ · Roger, William and Alfons.🩷

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, kind of angsty.

His hands roam your body, his fingers teasing all of your sweet spots and undressing you with a practised hand.

Even if you still resent him for how he betrayed you, your body still loves his touch and craves it. You haven't changed one bit since he remembers… except you've gotten quite snarky and aggressive towards him.

But he still likes you, even if you're like this.

He holds you closely as he penetrates you, his cock sinking into you with one swift thrust before he ruthlessly fucks you into the mattress. Even if you curse him, curse his name, and tell him how much you hate him, you still come undone beneath him. Your nails claw his back so hard that you leave marks behind. He turns you into an overstimulated mess with tears running down your face, and his cum dripping down your legs.

Unfortunately, you don't waste a second to stay any longer once you're done having sex. You put on your clothes and leave him.

It's okay though, even if you leave him the moment that you've finished, he knows you'll be back. He knows that it doesn't matter how many times he makes you cry, you'll always come back.

But why does he feel a pang of guilt in his chest every time you leave?...

You shouldn't have indulged in your desires, as tempting as they were.

He was the worst temptation of all, and even if you hated him you still couldn't resist wanting him and his body.

You touch him, craving more and more of him throughout the night even as you know this will be nothing but a fleeting moment where you exchange intimacy. Your lust for him still manages to overthrow the part of you that resents him, and you run your fingers through his smooth hair while his face makes its way between your thighs.

He takes care of you throughout the night and until morning, his mind curious about what path you'd take next…? What would you do? Go back to your normal life and cut him off, or continue to seek him out like this?

Not wanting to do anything more than fuck him, you leave him once you're done and head off to who knows where.

Only later when you stop visiting him for a late night tryst does he find out that you've found a new lover.

A fair enough play of events for the self-righteous king who left his little robin all alone outside in the raging storm.

Why does he feel some envy when he sees you happily holding hands with your new lover though?

You hate this man full of lies and illusions.

He's a sick…sick…twisted evil man.

Even if so, he continues to please you with his body and toy with you despite knowing you hate him.

He puts his body on yours, your tongues coming together to entangle in a kiss while he strips you of your undergarments and positions you on his lap. His big hands hold your soft thighs as his fingers make their way towards your entrance, and then slide inside of your wetness with ease.

"Isn't this the best proof that you're enjoying it?" He asks you while slipping another finger inside of you, and making your face flush red in embarrassment at how easily his fingers enter inside of your body without any resistance.

He unbuckles his belt, allowing his cock to spring out of its confines and then eagerly press against your entrance. Even if you can't stand him... what's wrong with indulging in the temporary pleasures that he can provide you with and escaping reality?

How he holds you is awfully sweet and gentle… almost like a lover would, while he whispers sweet little words of praise in your ear.

[umi-adxhira]

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘

𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I've always wanted to do this and they're English so yippee 😍. Some of these (most of these) are based on experience I had in my secondary school so yeah

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗

Year 11

That kid that did the absolute bare minimum but somehow got decent grades

The Year 7s and 8s all had a crush on him, and it genuinely made him feel uncomfortable 💀

The teachers fucking love him idk what to say he's a good boy ig

The typa guy to adopt future roadmen Year 7s and hang with them during lunch to make them seem cool

#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

Year 11

The annoying-ass kid that would cheat off you in every test yet somehow got better grades than you

Flopped Year 9 and decided he needed to get his shit together (he did the same thing in Year 10 and 11 but git better grades)

Snaps random girls in different schools, especially ones that went to his friend's primary schools to piss them off

Would ask you if he can borrow a pen but never give it back

#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

Year 10

Got adopted by William in Year 7 but never became a roadman

He did all the non-exam based options for GCSE's (Music, Drama, PE, Art, Photography)

He was obnoxiously loud during class until one time he was alone, so he had no one to talk to, and a group of girls were being loud as fuck and he realised how annoying he was so he stopped

Joined Year 7 thinking Food Tech was gonna be sick, then ended up finding out that it's shit and anyone who did that for an option deserved to jump off a cliff

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀

Year 10

Literally only hangs out with Alfonse in the library because he hates the outdoors (same)

Got all 9s in Year 9 and somehow is hoping for a 10 in Year 10 (no one told him a Grade 9 was the maximum)

Genuinely pissed during Covid so many people got high because the grade boundaries were low even though they bat shit dumb (his words not mine)

Stares daggers into the loud girls because they cannot shut up

#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

Year 11

Got 4s and 5s in Year 9 but somehow got 9s in Year 10

Hangs out with Elbert because he thinks he makes him cool, hanging out with an older person

School senior, doesn't contribute at all unless it's an opportunity to skip lesson (me)

Always got picked on to read in class because he reads well and fast so that the slow-ass people don't read

#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋

Year 10

Got good grades in the mock exams and flopped the real exams (blamed it on the grade boundaries) (same)

Always raises his hand to answer and gets pissed if he isn't picked on

Only good at Chemistry and Biology so he wants to do Triple Science in Year 11

Helps out in school holing for extra credit (he didn't realise this ain't the US so there's no such thing here)

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

(GOD I HAVE A LOT SO SAY ABOUT THIS MAN I CAN LITERALLY MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT HIM IF ALL WANT IT LEMMIE KNOW) (OMG I WANT TO MAKE A JUDE X READER SECONDARY SCHOOL POST AAAAAHHHH I LOVE THIS)

Year 11

Roadman

Sells vapes to Year 7s at a stupidly expensive price but since they're Year 7 they think this is the normal price

Only one in the group that got good grades and not ending up working in their dad's haircut shop

Talkes in class then when the teacher moves him he's like "Miss I wasn't even talking" 💀

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Year 11

Everyone had a crush on him. Jude often tutors him in private and threatens to spread rumours about him if he ever told anyone

Did Art in Year 10 for funsies and Economics because he wanted that one teacher who is physically impossible to help you get a 9 (no one got a Grade 9 in his class) just to prove everyone wrong (he did)

Buys food for his friends if he finds out they don't eat during lunch because the lines are so fucking long

Probably in a long—term relationship with a girl (me) and everyone is jealous of them

#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Year 11

Like William adopted the Year 7s but a significantly more amount (like half the damn school)

Everyone knows who he is. Every lunch time he goes to this one Year 9 girl who sits on the bench lonely and lets her do his hair

She's like his favourite child he buys her food so she doesn't feel lonely and stands up for her when the annoying popular kids talk to her (she gets uncomfortable)

He tutors her as well, even if she's good in class he does this because he wants her to be successful and have a good future (I love this sm)

©️umi-adxhira [17/09/2023]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @nightghoul381 , @serynhe , @kookie-my-little-sunshine , @cy-inky, @aquagirl1978 , @abundance-pathchooser, @lapis-da-lazuli , @ellisgivesmelife013 @surviving-off-ellis-crumbs, @yuan134

[ashxngrotto]

Hello! Can i ask for nsfw headcanons for William (ikevil)?

Of course! Here you go :3

Warning: mentions of sex, use of inappropriate words, kinks, fetishes, positions, and poor writing skills

Kinks

William loves to dominate people, so I can see that he definitely has a daddy(or a master) kink

Definitely has a thing for oral sex as well

Tried roleplay once and fell in love with that, probably loves secretary and boss the most

Speaking of roleplay he definitely loves seeing you in costumes, waiting in his bed when he returns after a long mission. Either a maid outfit, bunny suit or lingerie will do, you’re his precious robin

Loves to praise you while you’re sucking him off, won’t admit it but finds it hot when you swallow his seeds and lick your lips

He likes bondage

Will tie your wrists with a silk ribbon and admires your face while he fucks you, loves the way the colours of your skin match with the crimson ribbon he’s using to tie you up

He loves blindfolding you (I definitely did not get this idea from the opening page of the game-)

Will blindfold you with a lace eye mask, the one MC’s wearing in the game

Love biting and marking is a huge yes for him

Tease him with the love bites he gave you last night and you’re not getting off bed for the next 2 days

William will avoid anything that may hurt you, but he’s secretly into hair-pulling

The way when you whimpers when he pulls on your hair just makes him hard again

Positions

Probably loves cowgirl the most, he loves how you bounce up and down on his dick and how you take him so well

I think he also loves fucking you against a wall or a hard surface, so mirror sex isn’t unusual for you two

He whispers how hard you’re making him and just hold your chin up so that you’re looking at the mirror, looking at how messy your face is and how William is smirking while fucking you hard

William may like 69 since he likes oral sex

The way you’re bobbing your head up and down while he’s sucking your privates just makes him feel something

Others

William doesn’t usually masturbate, but if he catches you masturbating, he’ll definitely lean against the wall and quietly watches the show in amusement

He likes to use toys on you, the first time he learns about them was because of Liam, who got one out of curiosity , he likes to see you with a vibrator, your hole wet from the sensation and lips quivering, letting out one moan after another

That’s it, thanks for reading :3

[rooshoom]

I did it. I have Spots verbal quirks in the previous post and now you get to have Spots physical quirks and movements with some quotes from when I noticed he does them.

Poses

Terrible casual ‘guy’ poses

The arm lean, the hand on the hip, the tilted head. He is totally faking the confidence.

“I love how many of your there are!”

“It’s the place with the big collider.”

Shoulders / Arms

When he first walks into the store to rob the ATM, he has super tense shoulders. We see a lot of his stress and tension carried more in his upper body than lower body.

Lots of shrugging

Shrinks in on himself by squeezing his arms to his sides

During the flashback when he brought the spider from 42 to 1610 you can really see how much he tries to squeeze in on himself.

Slings his arms, when he throws his portals his arms fly forward very fluidly. Example when he throws the portal at Pav, Gwen and Hobie, he throws it hard enough that his upper body drops once it’s out of his hand.

Hand movements

Fingers first, if you watch the way he reaches into the ATM he doesn’t just casually reach in, he grabs things with his fingers instead of his whole hand or with his palm

Floppy hand / t-rex arm

Conveys tons of emotions through his hands, like when he is shocked he flexes his fingers open. Maybe picked up on this since he can no longer express emotion through his face.

Balled fists but likely out of nerves. Once again seen in the flashback of the spider.

Points with all of his fingers instead of just one. “You made me into this!”

Standing / walking

It seems like he only stands at full height when he’s trying to convince himself to be confident. “I am the Spot.”

Even when he’s actually confident he doesn’t stand at full height. Right before he disappears inside Pav’s collider, which you can tell by his verbal cues that he’s very confident with what he's about to do, he’s still leaned over.

Knees together, once against this man just wants to appear small.

Clumsy. “I need more spots!” Running into walls, dropping things, and twisting around corners.

Would rather stand, crouch, or stand on his knees than sit down. Look at Gwen watch him ramble to himself while building, he doesn’t sit once.

Crouches with his neck more than his back. “You’ll have a villain worth fighting for.”

Head / Face

Head tilts

Leans forward to see with face first, so lucky he has a hole right there to deflect fists because if he didn’t he would be punched in the face so fast.

When he says “wow four on there.” You can see him lean in with his face. Totally why that old lady beat him with a purse.

Literal nose tilted up attitude later in the movie. When he’s in Pav’s universe dropping scientists into portals, he has face tilted up and nodding along with how many holes he creates.

Other

I see him stim with his legs a lot, such as hopping foot to foot. “This is real.”

Just generally very fluid, watch how he falls into the portal when he yells, “I am your nemesis!” He flops into it instead of bracing for impact. He has no sense of self preservation.

He. Cannot. Fight. Watch all of his scenes and look at how loose he is. A slinky of a man.

Look at how he flails. This man would flinch if you threw a pillow at him.

Y’all, I’m absolutely encouraging you to write Spot X Reader with my lists. I’m trying to make this easy as possible, don’t think babygirl just write a bedtime story for the masses we can all peacefully drift off to. Let me spoil you with the time I spent doing this so you don’t have to.

[yorshie]

Tattoo Worship

Bayverse turtles x reader NSFW head canons concerning the tattoos I added to them.

Set in 2023 for turtles are 24-25

Leo

Sometimes when it’s just the two of you existing, little moments in between commitments and obligations, you will idly throw out poetry about Leo’s ink. Not anything big, not even anything considered good by most standards, but when you compare the flow of water and dancing petals laid out over his scales to the constant ebb and flow of your love for him, he’ll never fail to get this bashful, boyish smile on his face. The turtle with the biggest way with words will fall silent and pliant in your tiny hands.

The true beauty of his tattoo however, comes out during training. The fluid lines accentuate how his body moves, how each group of muscles work in tandem. He’d be a lying little shit if he said it didn’t give him an ego boost to catch you watching him while he’s working on his katas, eyes glued to the flexing lines before following their flow to his arm or further down his leg.

When it’s just the two of you he’ll let you touch it, let you skate your fingertips along the different colors. He might get a bit ticklish around the flower over the finer scales where his plastron meets his inner hip, but he’ll allow a few ticklish touches in order to feel the bliss of your touch on him. If you want to explore the larger flowers underneath his pant line however, he might get a little handsy in return.

Blue likes it when you use your tongue to trace his tattoo. The swirling lines of water in between flowers acts like a maze or a raceway, except the last thing he wants you to do is race to the finish line. If you want to start over he’s not likely to offer any sort of resistance unless you’re purposefully teasing him.

When your hands grab at his hips and ass he likes to imagine the pretty picture of your nails digging into the flowers along his left side, holding him closer. It reminds him to be careful, to not accidentally pinch your fingers underneath the ridge of his shell. He’d rather you grab his ass than his carapace but he knows it’s better leverage for you both to clutch onto the latter

He doesn’t really care if you want to call his tattoo pretty, so long as you look like you mean it. After years of different villains and Jones referring to him as the ‘pretty boy turtle’ he’s learned not to roll his eyes too much. When you gesture at, or press a hand to his hip, and tell him that you think his tattoo is pretty you’ll get either a crooked little grin if the two of you are going steady or a tilted head and a considering look if he’s not too sure you’re being genuine.

Donnie

You don’t often get to see Donnie’s tattoos. In fact, when you first meet him, he wouldn’t be surprised at all if you thought the tribal turtle on his shoulder was the only one he had. It’s not until you’re dating that you’ll see this dorkasauros rex in a relaxed enough environment to notice the blocky lines of his tattoo peeking out from a low rise pair of lounge pants. It’s not that he’s self conscious about them, he’s just usually is wearing his cargo pants or an added apron when he’s out in the garage and his tattoos are low enough on his hips and thighs to not be noticed.

However, the first time your fingers press into the lines his mind might short circuit just a little bit. For some reason Donnie’s nerves are just a little more sensitive, or maybe it’s just he’s a little bit of a baby when it comes to needles, but his tattoo hurt for a while after he finally got Raph to agree to help him ink himself. Now, though, the feeling of your fingertips, your palm, feels good in a way his mind can’t quite comprehend although he tries to. He’ll clutch your hands and hold them still against his hips, mind trying to catalog the sensation while he’s grinning like an idiot. It might take several tries of calling his name and drumming your trapped fingers before he lets you go.

Donnie likes it when you touch his tattoo, in any way he can get, though hard scratches make him wince. Soft touches and tracing the lines and the frill of the flowers on his quads will get you quivering muscles and shaky words if he’s trying to explain something to you while you’re doing it. Absolutely will go wild if you press kisses to his flowers.

Loves to look down while he’s entangled with you to see the harsher colors of his scales and ink peeking through the spaces where your limbs twine with his. If you’re between his legs and you grab onto his tattoo he might just squeak and pull his head and hunch his shoulders into his shell, but only because he’s blushing and he doesn’t want this to end too soon

If you call him or his tattoo pretty this tall turtle will blush and probably fumble whatever is in his hands. Especially if it’s your first time seeing his full tattoo, he might just trip and fall over while trying to untangle his feet. If you keep telling him though, he will eventually believe you, he just won’t understand how you think that’s possible.

Raph

Big Red’s tattoos are hard to miss, even if he’s dressed for patrol. His full sleeves spill out onto his traps and over his collar bones, coiling around his plastron like they’d continue if his scales existed underneath the hard keratin. He’s intimidating, and he knows the tattoos only add to it. He’s not afraid of using it to his advantage and has had more than one person admire them over the years of working with the police force.

It might take you a few hours to map out the expanse of his tattoos with kisses or even with your hands, there’s a lot of intricate details and hidden meanings in the symbols he chose, but if you ask nicely enough he’ll tell you what each one means, especially if he’s sweet on you and you’re stroking softly over the lines along his muscles. When you find the spots that have scars over the lines, he’ll switch to giving you vague answers on how he got them, not wanting to worry you over something that you can’t change. His tattoos are a sense of pride for him, a part of his story, a sign that he’s able to weather pain and tolerate hours underneath a needle.

If you catch him when he’s just done from a work out though, tired and achy but still high off the hit of adrenaline, his muscles will twitch underneath your touch, lines dancing as his nerves react to the stimuli. It’s these moments where running a tongue across his biceps will get a hiss and a look of heat, a quick warning of ‘you better be sure, baby’ before he takes you up on your silent offer and kisses you dizzy.

Raph loves it when you sink your nails into his arms, likes it when you miss his carapace and claw over his shoulders. He knows your little human hands can’t hurt his ink, and even if you did manage to leave a mark he’d wear it with pride, the little filthy gremlin that he is. Expect lots of churring if you scratch over his arms and maybe even a rumbled insistences of “harder, baby, that spot itches bad”

He likes to watch you in secret when you start ogling him. He might give himself away though by smirking when he sees your eyes widen as you map out the width of him or if your gaze trails along his tattoos. If you’re going steady he’s eventually going to call you out for it, go looking for some sugar to make up for ‘undressin’ me with your eyes’ as he usually puts it

If you call his tattoos pretty he might take offense if the two of you haven’t known each other long. If you’re together however, you’ll get either a) a bashful turtle rubbing the back of his neck and blushing or b) mr. bedroom eyes determined to show you how his tattoos are actually not ‘pretty’ thank you very much they are ‘sexy’ and he’s willing to spend any amount of time needed to convince you of the matter. You will never be able to tell which one you’ll get until you give the compliment.

Mikey

Mikey keeps his sleeve covered during patrols but that’s mostly because it’s so bright and colorful even he admits it could potentially give away their position. At home in the lair though, he usually takes his compression sleeves off, so it’s not unusual to see his tattoo early into meeting him. If you ask him about it however, he’ll simply point at a marigold and tell you he likes flowers, smiling and acting like he doesn’t understand that you mean the snarling dragon flashing through the orange flowers. He’s not above showing off and popping his biceps just to watch your face when the flowers double in size however.

If he’s sweet on you though, and you take the time to really get to know him, he’ll let you trace the petals and the scales across his arm, and maybe he’ll tell you why he was the first of his brothers’ to dabble in colorful ink and symbolism. He likes it when you touch him softly, when you hang onto him or press your cheek against the curve of his shoulder. If you press a kiss to the dragon’s snout he might tap his own lips and ask where his kiss is.

Mikey likes seeing his limbs tangled up with yours, likes seeing the contrast of your skin against his, whether it’s his green scales or his colorful tattoo. If you grab at his shoulders or biceps to hold steady it will drive him wild, but he’ll also give you a shit eating grin because he knows you can’t keep your hands off him but also ‘really, sunshine, if you want a piece of the Mikester all you gotta do is ask, baby, there’s no need to be shy-‘ cue whatever brother is nearest him to try slapping him upside the head

The one time he will let you explore to your heart’s content however, is in bed or the shower. This turtle is the one with the most, shall we say, frivolous bedtime routine, and if he can convince you to scrub his scales or rub lotion onto his arms he’s all game. He’s not picky on floral smells, so if you want to try out some girlie products on him he’s game. When he’s loose and liquid from the lovin and pampering, that’s your chance to take your time and learn all the little muscles along Mikey’s tat and discover just how ticklish he is when you touch the shaded dots that curl up underneath his arm.

If you call Angelo’s tattoo pretty, and take the time to make sure he knows you mean it, get ready to be swept up in a full bodied hug and maybe even swung in a circle. He’ll ask if you’ve ever considered getting one of your own, hey maybe the two of you can match, maybe you’ll even let him design it for you-

[aquagirl1978]

To Love a Sinner - William Rex x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Happy Birthday, William! My first entry for An Invitation to Crown, hosted by @judejazza

Pairing: William Rex x Reader

Prompt: linked fingers

Word Count: 1006

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; established relationship; reader is afab; piv; fingering; reader is referred to as "good girl"

A sin is nothing more than a sin.

It was very easy to love William. Yes, he was a sinner, and you accepted that, but he was so much more than just that. He was kind and compassionate to a fault, and he helped you find your true voice. With each sin he committed, you found yourself falling deeper in love with him, falling deeper into the darkness that was his world.

“What do you want for your birthday, Will?” you asked as you gazed up at a pair of adoring eyes. 

“I want what I want every day.” His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened, sending heat rushing through your body. Your cheeks already warm, you looked away; one look at his beautiful face, and you’d be lured into his wicked ways.

“Oh, please don't be shy, my dear sweet robin.” He pressed his palm gently against your cheek; your face tilted towards him as you leaned into his touch, your lips quivering as they searched for his. 

He dipped his face to yours, soft lips barely brushed against yours in what dared to be a kiss, his whispered words warm on your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

Words escaped you as you let out a shuddering sigh. The look of pure, unbridled lust in Will’s eyes as he gazed down upon you was almost too much to bear.

“What do you desire?” he asked again. His body was gracefully poised over yours, close enough to feel his heat radiating through his clothes. His hand curled around yours, threading his fingers through yours.

“Kiss me,” you requested breathlessly, knowing this would only be the beginning of a night of sinful pleasure.

The tender expression that washed over his face told you precisely how happy he was to hear you express your wishes. He pressed his smile against yours, happily granting your desire. As your eyes drifted closed, the sweet scent of roses filled your lungs and Will deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands moved on their own accord; your fingers, finding the buttons on his shirt, began to clumsily unbutton them, one by one. Will let out a sound, deep and beautiful, once you undid enough buttons to slide his shirt down his shoulder.

Your hand, now on his bare skin, continued to push his shirt away, exposing his back. Breathing him in, savoring the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on his tongue, you pressed your palm against his flesh, pulling him closer to you. 

Crimson nails crawled up your thigh, pushing the silky material of your skirt out of his way, his fingers pressing into your sensitive skin. A pleased grin graced his handsome face as his hand traveled up your leg until he found your most sensitive spot. You dug your nails into his back, your hands sliding across the wide expanse of fair skin, not caring if you left any marks, gasping when he slid a finger inside you.

He broke the kiss, gently pulling away from you. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his blood-red eyes mesmerizing as his thumb stroked your clit, this single touch making you forget everything but him. 

“I want you, Will.” Your voice was soft as you whispered words only for his ears. “I want all of you.”

“Then that is what you shall have.” He shifted his body, his face still close to yours, your legs spreading for him. He slid two fingers inside, slowly stretching you, enjoying the lewd sounds he elicited from your lips. 

You let out a small whimper when he removed his hand, your body immediately craving his. He quickly removed his belt and undid his pants, freeing his erection.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he said as he guided his tip inside you. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he pushed inside, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he held your hand in his, bracing himself as he began to rock his body against yours. A maelstrom of emotions brewed in your belly as you allowed yourself to freely indulge in this sinful pleasure. Will filled you with a pleasure so great it could only be good, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. A reminder that he liked to see your adorable face, and you liked to see his. Sliding his hand down your thigh, he guided your leg around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, your lustful moans melodious to his ear.

“Close your eyes and come for me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding between your legs. Once he found your sensitive spot, his long fingers teased you, coaxing your soft, sweet sounds until you came undone in his hands. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised; you squeezed his hand as your trembling body succumbed to the pleasure he provided, his body soon joining yours in a state of absolute bliss.

You held his head close to your chest, your heart still beating wildly while night's embrace calmed you both. 

“Did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, your fingers combing his messy hair. He looked up at you, his crimson gaze tender as he looked at you with adoration. 

“Yes.” He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, his thumb traced light circles on the inside of your wrist, your hands still clasped together. “Maybe my best yet.”

One look at the radiant smile he flashed you, and you knew he had carved this moment on his heart.

“I love you, Will.” You squeezed his hand, not ready to let go. Not today, not any day. 

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

One day, the sinner would have to pay for his sins. But that day wasn’t today. And until that day came, you were going to love your sinner until his very last breath.

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[sylacris]

— chrysanthemums.

elbert greetia x gn! reader

content: sfw ; angst ; character study ; mild(?) spoilers for william’s route ; victorian flower language ; self indulgent (screw plot)

(partially) inspired by: tonight you belong to me by patience and prudence

word count: ~754

a/n: first ikevil fic, trying to wrap my head around the characters …

Of course Elbert knows you belong to Will.

After all, you were the most beautiful when you're with him. He's seen the image many times throughout your stay in the castle. The way you light up when William enters the room, the lift in your voice when speaking to him, the love in your eyes when William is reflected on it.

The way that William is the reason for your beauty.

If the gods pried into his brain and search for the question he's asked the most—the question thought to himself in fitful nights of longing and early morning blues, something that even Elbert feels guilty of admitting through words— it would be:

Why?

Why you? Why William? Why not him-

That was the thing he has been trying to find the answer for ever since his own eyes landed on you that night. A robin caught in a gathering of villains, like a single white rose in a bush of red. He had almost wanted to pluck you and keep you to himself. Until William’s voice chimed in, recognizing you, and you, who shared the same sentiment.

A month passed by in a blur, it was easy for Elbert to get lost in time. But he would always remember the determination in your eyes in that meeting regarding the papers detailing the “crimes” of William Rex. Your eyes shone with a beauty brought out by the King himself.

You'd almost caught him marvelling at the sight of you.

He wanted to help, one way or another. However, the Crown could not move under the name of the Queen, or in large groups due to the risks in secrecy, so he asked Alfons to act in his stead.

“Your ability is suitable for infiltrating the enemy headquarters… May I trouble you to go with them?”

In the end, he's aware of why it was William you chose. It was a fact that he knew deep down in his heart, something he'd rarely acknowledge and yet will resurface everytime his mind wanders to the thought of you.

William Rex is everything that Elbert Greetia isn't.

And in that very fact alone lies Elbert’s own tragedy. One that'll slowly eat him up from the inside until there's nothing left but the remains of a monomanic yearning.

Not every beautiful thing could be his, Alfons would poke in the playful manner that he usually dons. But perhaps his words do hold weight in this situation.

It's alright, he can settle for watching from afar.

(No he can't. His curse could never allow it. He wants, he wants, he wants... And that was how his destiny wrote itself in tragedy.)

Elbert knows of the fact that he's awful at suppressing his tendencies. Hands that can't be kept to himself, always wandering to something he'd desire, it was usually a question of when he'll have it- rarely a question of if, up until now at least.

Those same hands that desired more, now held yours in a slow waltz.

"Al informed me that William went out on a mission... I was… quite surprised to find out that you did not come along with him."

"It's because it's quite late, and William insisted that I stay behind tonight."

step, step, step.

A dance across the garden, that was his invitation. Indulging in the opportunity that arose in William's absence. It was Elbert’s own way of satiating his want.

(though it will never be enough)

Some part of him feared that by interacting with you like this, he'd yet again desire for more. More than a longing stare across the dining table, more than a dance in the garden, more than just his hand in yours.

“How about you, Lord Elbert? You seem troubled these days.”

“...Ah, how so?”

And just as both of you reached the middle of the pavilion, you let go. The coldness setting on his hands faster than he'd like in the absence of your warmth.

And in the next breath, you'd take your leave- greeting the wistful earl a goodnight. Heels clicking as you step out of the pavilion and into the moonlight, until you were nothing but a distant figure, one he did not take his eyes off until you'd reach the confines of the castle, your silhouette disappearing from his sight

And once again, he stood alone in the garden pavilion.

The yellow chrysanthemums looked bitter under the moonlight, and he knows that those same flowers would never bloom in an azure hue.

© sylacris. 2024 —

[hiraya-rawr]

──── ❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 2 ❞ ────

navigation || masterlist 1 || series m.list

*mature content is SFW (but may be have dark or suggestive themes)

M U L T I P L E .

I can go anywhere I want – just not home // fic // diluc, thoma, kaeya, kazuha // you confront someone homesick

lover from another nation // hcs // you're their foreign lover

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs // multiple // nahida's story quest where they dream of lost loved ones

giving them a seelie pet // diluc, ayato, wanderer, zhongli

to pass the kamisato standards // multiple // kamisato mc introduces their lover to their siblings

Bloodsucker // mature fic // (crack) diluc, (angst) thoma, (horror) zhongli // they're a hungry vampire

Fix me up, lover boy // short fics // they like you and they help fix your appearance // elzer, zhongli, diluc, ayato

Blood Week // HCs // multiple // them on your period

Less than Lovers // mature fic // thoma, diluc // you're more than friends but less than lovers

You were the enemy all along // short // multiple // how they react to you betraying them

I wanna ruin our friendship // mature fic // diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao // a little burst of courage is all you need

Outburst // HCs // multiple // when elements reasonate with their emotions

Dragonspine (Playable AU) // fic // diluc + kaeya + klee // your player logs out, leaving the team in dragonspine

D I L U C .

Loyalties 01 // 02 // 03 // mature mini series // you're his lover but he found out you're a fatui spy distributing delusions, now you're chained to his basement (ft. Kaeya) // read more in series m.list

Family Agenda 00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // concept series // having more than 8 kids with him // read more in series m.list

Sly Villain 01 // 02 // brainrot+fic // rewrite // you're a harbinger with an obsession

"Hands off! I'm taken!" // fluff fic // in which he gets drunk and you pick him up

Little Star // SAGAU fic // the creator doesn't want diluc, everyone knows this (everyone is wrong)

The painter’s muse // soft fic // where reader comes from a family of painters for the ragnvindr family

Suddenly // mature horror-mystery fic // he's trying to find you (he might be too late)

I love you in every universe // playable reader drabble // diluc never notices you, until your player co-ops with a diluc main

physiologically reactive // brainrot // dendro MC burns every time diluc touches

End game // short // Mondstadt is in ruins but he loves you

diluc gets a new skin // drabble // playable reader

s/o fell first, diluc fell harder // drunk brainrot

diluc's fashion; by the maids // ramble

diluc & attachments // brainrot

Enemies to lovers // brainrot

diluc has a king sized bed

baby fever // ramble

kätzlein mc + tcg

diluc's instagram

K A E Y A .

Stalker // mature fic // you seek his help from a stalker

red flag // brainrot // toxic relationship where he tests you

A Y A T O .

Chess Piece // drabble // you play along in his political game

Change of Pace // drabble // Ragnvindr Reader's attention is on Thoma

Ayato's Routine // brainrot // contract marriage reader

Competition // drabble // sagau, he comes home but childe is there

Z H O N G L I .

Dear Osmanthus // mature fic // you're traumatized and he comforts you // father figure zhongli, slight yandere

Devotion // brainrot // being a Rex Lapis devotee, not knowing it’s him

Platonic Intimacy // drabble // Zhongli is there to comfort you

possessive vs jealous // word vomit

sacrificed to rex lapis // brainrot

mulan au with general zhongli

immovable zhongli

doodles // adepti mc, father figure zhongli

A L H A I T H A M .

everywhere, everything // fic // enemies to lovers / stuck in a broom closet with your rival

glasses // short / he likes you with his glasses on

pros & cons // ramble

alhaitham, what are we? // short

ditzy dumb mc // brainrot

sickly mc // brainrot

T H O M A .

You can't choose who to fall for // brainrot // noble reader falls for a simple housekeeper

G O R O U .

Poly with kazuha x cat!reader x gorou // HCs

does poly gorou kiss cat reader? // ramble

gorou's tragedy // ramble

D A I N S L E I F .

dainsleif royal guard x royalty reader // brainrot

DILUC & KAEYA (RAGBROS) .

dating diluc // brainrot // ft. protective little brother kaeya

ragnvindr reader's first crush // brainrot // crushing on albedo but your brothers are diluc and kaeya

youngest ragnvindr // 02 // brainrot // imagine the exhaustion of being their sibling

reassurance // not xReader brainrot

In Another Life // not xReader drabble

diluc has to choose between reader or kaeya // brainrot

crepus has to choose between kaeya or diluc // not xReader brainrot

diluc's your husband but kaeya is more present // brainrot

melt reactions with kaeya // not xReader brainrot

to appease diluc // not xReader short

M I S C .

secret relationship with albedo (but susbedo is there)

leap of faith from celestia, the final battle

arranged marriage with someone else

being a less intimidating harbinger

nosebleeds from overused visions

sumeru archon quest favorites

happy alternate dimension au

drinking culture + mond girls

modern au and cell phones

dendro/cryo yaksha reader

chongyun appreciation

how childe met zhongli

fake date // diluc, ayato

facts about osmanthus

tighnari fear of electro

lore + modern au

casual tragedies

endgame

[companionjones]

The Most Anxiety Inducing Experience of Your Life

Pairing: Pre-established!Beck Oliver x Fem!Anxious!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: This is based off the episode “Tori the Zombie” where you take the place of Tori. Some things are changed. For example, you are in a relationship with Beck.

Warnings: Cursing

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    “Baby, relax. It’s just an audition.” Beck tried to calm your nerves as the two of you sat in a line outside the Black Box theater.

    His words did nothing to soothe you. “You’ve done a hundred of these, Beck. This is my first one, and I’m freaking out. Maybe I should just head home--” You moved to get to your feet.

    Beck put a hand on your shoulder, preventing you from standing up. “No way. Babe, you’re the most talented person at this school. I’m not going to let you go a whole semester without doing one play. Plus, you need it for your grade.”

    “This is not a play. This is a musical,” you corrected. “You have to sing and dance in musicals.”

    He shrugged. “I don’t usually do musicals either, yet here I am. I’m a little nervous too, but I’m working through it.”

    “You don’t need to be nervous. You have a wonderful singing voice, Beck. You should use it more often.”

    “My point exactly, except reversed back onto you.” Beck took one of your hands in both of his and kissed the back of it. “You can do this, sweetheart. I know you can.”

***

    When the cast list was posted about a week later, you nearly fell when you saw the results.

    “Yes, I got Clive!” Robbie fist-pumped as he congratulated himself.

    Rex then spoke up. “Yeah, you’re the villain in the play and you’re the villain in my life too.”

    Robbie and Rex continued their bickering, and you heard the somehow fainter voice of your boyfriend right next to you. “Oh my god, we got the leads, baby! I am so proud of you!” He gathered you in his arms and kissed the side of your head.

    “How the hell am I gonna do this?” You didn’t know if you had thought that inside your head or voiced it out loud.

***

   A month later, you were well into rehearsals. Your director had just called to “Take five” because there was a problem with the lights.

    “Whoa, guys. Everyone shut up a second.” Jade suddenly got the attention of the crowd. “I just got an email from Principal Eichner.” She read, “To all students involved in this years production of Uptown/Downtown, Sofia Michelle will be in Los Angeles the weekend of the 17th, and will be personally attending your opening performance.”

    Sofia Michelle was the woman who wrote your musical. She was one of the biggest playwrights on Broadway.

    “Why don’t we sit down?” Beck offered, lowering you to the lip of the stage.

    “I think I need a paper bag,” you told your boyfriend.

    “To breathe or throw up?”

    “Jury’s still out.”

    Beck had you lay on his shoulder as he tried his best to calm you down.

***

    About a month after that, you were hanging out in Beck’s trailer, trying not to think of opening night of the show, which was the following night. Well, at least one of you was trying not to think about it.

    “You know you’re gonna be great right?” Beck commented as the two of you laid in each other’s arms in his bed.

    You took a big breath, and tried to think about things rationally. “Yeah, I know,” you finally answered. You raised one of Beck’s hands to your lips and kissed it. “As long as you’re there with me.”

    Just then, your phone started ringing. You and Beck sat up in bed as you answered it.

    “Hey, Cat--” was all you were able to get out.

    “Oh my god, oh my god! I need your help! I took this I took this class for special effects makeup and I can’t figure out how to make people look like scary monsters so I just keep on making them cute and the models keep quitting on me! Please, if you don’t help me, I’m gonna fail this class!”

    She was getting so loud that you had to hold your phone away from your ear, yet you and Beck could still hear Cat clearly.

    “What do you need me to do?” you asked her.

    “I NEED TO PRACTICE MONSTER MAKEUP ON YOU PLEASE!” Cat’s voice sounded even louder through the speaker on your phone.

    You and Beck shared a look. Not seeing another option, and not wanting Cat to get any louder, you both nodded.

    “Come over my place, Cat,” Beck offered.

    “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Cat’s voice went back to regular volume before she hung up the phone.

***

    “Hey guys! I got some pizza if you--JESUS!”

    A couple hours later, Beck had stepped out to get some food. When he returned, he almost dropped the pizza he was holding.

    You had been standing right by the door (maybe, probably, definitely) trying to scare your boyfriend, and succeeding. “What do you think?” you asked him, “Don’t I look hideous?”

    Recovering from the scare you had just given him, Beck responded in a sweet boyfriend way, “You’re still beautiful to me.”

    “Oh no! Really?!” Cat started to revel in failure again.

    Beck tried to backtrack, but he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “N-no, Cat! Y/n looks...uh...I think I walked into a trap, here.”

    “I’ll get you out of it,” you joked to your boyfriend. “You did a great job, Cat. I look like a monster!”

    “Yay!” she celebrated.

    “Alright, you put this on, you took your pictures. Can you take this off now?”

    “KK!” Cat smiled before readying her makeup station again.

    Beck put down the pizza, then noticed something in Cat’s makeup stuff. “Cat, what is this?”

    Cat didn’t spare it a second glance. “Oh, that’s glue!”

    “I know that. Why is it with your makeup supplies?” His voice was becoming more and more concerned.

    You decided to take a closer look at the kind of glue he was holding. Your stomach dropped. “Is that Grizzly Glue?!”

    Beck was still asking Cat questions. “Where did you get this?”

    “I ran out of makeup glue so I got that from my father’s tool box.”

    You got mad. “Grizzly Glue is like industrial cement, Cat. It’s not supposed to come in contact with skin!”

    “I’m sorry!”

    You, Beck, and Cat spent the next hour trying to get the makeup off your face. When that didn’t work, you three spent the next hour after that on the phone with doctors and the Grizzly Glue company.

    Beck got off the phone with the doctor first. “Okay, she said it’s not going to cause any damage to your face, just that we won’t be able to get it off.”

    “I could’ve told you that,” you remarked sarcastically.

    Cat got off the phone too, but she wasn’t relaying any of the information to you and Beck.

    “Well?” you asked her.

    “Oh, right!” Cat turned to you. “Apparently, they make a solvent. We have to drive to Bakersfield to get it.”

    “Bakersfield?!” you and Beck yelled at the same time.

    “Relax,” Cat calmed, “Trina owes me a favor. I got her out of a date like a week ago. After school tomorrow, I’ll get her to drive me there to get the solvent, I’ll bring it back, and everything will be good again!”

    “Everything will be good again if you get that solvent on my face before the show starts tomorrow.”

    “Omg that’s right you guys start your run tomorrow! How are you feeling?” aimlessly wondered Cat.

***

    “DarlingAngelSugarLove,” Beck addressed you with every pet name he could think of in this time of desperation. “It’s going to be alright.”

    “In what world is it going to be alright?!” you whisper-yelled backstage, “We are going on in two minutes, and I look like a zombie! Cat and Trina still aren’t here!” Your breathing started to get all out of wack. You could’ve sworn that you were going to pass out.

    Suddenly, Beck kissed you.

    You melted into the kiss, and it lasted long enough for your breathing to get back under control.

    Beck broke the kiss. “I love you. You are the most amazing person I know. Now, you are going to go out there and rock this show no matter what you look like. Take a deep breath with me.”

    You did as you were told. “Thank you so much for dealing with all my crazy.”

    “We’re in show business,” he smiled, “Our lives are always going to be crazy.” He started walking away from you to get into places.

    “And Beck?”

    He turned back around.

    “I love you, too.”

    Your smiles matched each other as you stood on opposing sides of the stage.

***

    So, you went through the show looking like a zombie. Well, most of the show. During the last number, you glanced backstage and saw Cat and Trina with the solvent.

    André was in the band, and he was aware of your situation, as was everyone involved with the show, so you subtly signalled to him to stretch the song out. He nodded, and you all but ran offstage.

    You made it back in time for the last chorus of the number, and you were so hyped on the adrenaline of the show and just barely making it on on time, that you kissed Beck during the final pose.

    The curtain closed, and Beck picked you up and spun you around without breaking the kiss.

    You two had to split up again for bows, and from the shadows, you saw Beck mouth, “I’m so proud of you.”

    You were so happy that you kissed him again during your bows.

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[zoeykallus]

Okay so

What if smuggler s/o runs into IMPERIAL!Hunter on the job?

Like s/o smuggler is just minding her own business on the job when she is forced to stop for the moment by some imperial punk only to realize that it was Hunter but… notice the change in him probably?

And yes, let there be smut…

Aloha!

Okay, that's an interesting take. Just so we understand each other, this is an imperial Hunter, not the 'nice guy' Hunter we know 👀😁

Imperial Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Little Smuggler

Warnings: Tension/Angst/Imperial Hunter/Strong Language/Smut/Dub-Con!!!/Nothing Fluffy Here/Menacing Hunter/Hair Pulling/Knife Play (No actual cutting)/18+

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>Master List&lt;

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AC:

Well, I am writing this one-shot, however, I have a fundamental problem with the scenario, in a way.

In my opinion, or in my imagination, the chips do not make the clones evil per se, but obedient, just stoically obedient. Carrying out commands, a bit like a machine, without caring about the possible consequences. Almost without any real will of their own.

And there's the hang-up; If Hunter is now with the Imperials, I can't blame that on the chip, not entirely, not in this scenario. Hunter would strictly follow rules, follow orders. He certainly wouldn't flirt or engage in hanky-panky.

So this must be an alternate asshole Hunter, or an entirely different form of control Hunter is under.

Because without the chip, Hunter would never voluntarily join the Empire, and with the chip, Hunter would be an obedient soldier machine, not a sexy half-villain. Does that make sense? I have no idea how to express this thought, my brain has gone to sleep without me at some point. 😂

Well, it's fan fiction, and I like the idea so... let's gooo

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Until now, this route had always been safe for smugglers, which is why you took it. But times seem to have changed. Two scout shuttles of the Empire appeared as soon as your shuttle left hyperspace. One of them told you to let it dock, otherwise they would destroy your shuttle by bombardment. You are alone on your smuggler route today, so combat is out of the question, you have no gunner and your old shuttle is too slow against the new scout shuttles of the Empire. So you agreed and are waiting for the Imperial Scout to finally come through the airlock, he's already docked. You hate this guy already. He takes extra time to make you nervous, a simple but mostly effective tactic you've wittnessed it before. "Move it, Imp," you grumble quietly to yourself. You go over in your head where your goods are hidden, whether everything is well secured. The average Imp certainly wouldn't find it. But when the hatch opens, you hold your breath for a moment. The man climbing into your shuttle is no ordinary Imp. You blink several times, as if sure that your eyes are playing a trick on you.

You know this armor, the physique, the way this man moves. This can only be one particular person. You stare at him in disbelief. You can't see his face because of the helmet, but you're sure he's looking right at you, you can feel his gaze. "Hunter?" you ask, perplexed. The voice under the helmet sounds a bit distorted by the modulator, but unmistakable as he answers, "The one and only" You haven't thought about him in a long time, but now that he's standing in front of you so unexpectedly, you don't quite know what to feel. Finally, he takes off his helmet and you see a familiar face. Your first impulse is to smile in relief, but a feeling deep in your guts stops you. The way he looks at you seems anything but friendly, and not at all like the Hunter you knew from before. You two used to have a thing, for quite a while even, secretly, not even his brothers knew about it. But at some point you parted ways through work and then Order 66 happened and the Empire took over the reins. It's been quite a while since you two have seen each other. You think about the chips Rex told you about and wonder if Hunter has one, a chip that modulates his behavior, his obedience. "You're scouting for the Empire now?" you ask coolly.

Hunter slides his gloved fingers over a panel behind which some of your contraband is hidden, and you realize Hunter knows all your hiding places from before, if he remembers them. He hits it gently with his fist and the panel slides down, exposing some of the contraband. "And you're still smuggling, I see". Your heart suddenly races, his voice, the way he talks is anything but friendly, calm to be sure, but clearly the way a superior predator would speak to his prey. "Old habits," you say quietly and swallow. He takes his comm and says to the other scout shuttle, "Got everything under control, I'll take care of things here, you can move on" "Alright, I'll meet you back at the station later". "Roger that" You look at him, surprised, for a moment you are almost relieved. "Thanks" you say softly. Hunter snorts, his smile almost snide.

"Just because I sent the colleague away? That doesn't mean you're off the hook, not at all. It's like I said, I just have everything under control here, I can handle you on my own." You get hot and cold, cold sweat breaks out, and you automatically take a step back towards your cockpit. One of your blasters is hidden there. Hunter has drawn his blaster so quickly and points it at you that you hastily hold still and even hold your breath for a moment. "You're not going to get your blaster out of the cockpit, are you?" he asks teasingly. You shake your head as he comes closer. He gets so close you're almost touching, and you recoil against the back of the pilot's seat. "I just wanted to get the cargo papers," you say, so softly it's almost a whisper. Hunter smiles, and it seems anything but friendly. "Don't bother, I know the papers are fake, I know how you work". He puts the blaster away and pulls out his vibro knife, twirling it deftly between his fingers. You used to watch him do this sometimes, for a brief moment you feel something like nostalgia welling up inside you, but then your eyes meet again. You sigh softly, take a deep breath and collect yourself. You are already aware that this will not be a joyful reunion. That's not your Hunter in front of you.

You lean back against the back of the pilot's seat, fold your arms in front of your chest, and adopt a less tense posture. You don't want him to think you're afraid of him. "What happened to you, Hunter? What happened to you that made you join that filthy club?" He smirks and actually looks amused. "I got my priorities straight. I could go on and on and explain everything to you now, but honestly, I don't see the point." He's still playing around with his knife, his gaze keeps wandering along your body, the skin-tight flightsuit you're wearing seems to please his eye. You blink, feeling your pulse quicken. One thing hasn't changed, that covetous look he gives you, you know it, and it still gets under your skin, tingles every fiber of your body and gradually releases pulses in your system. The smile he shows you sends a shiver down your spine. "Your pulse is pretty fast, isn't it?" he asks with amusement, putting the knife away again, leaning towards you and taking a deep breath, "Hmm, hormones. You smell incredibly delicious when you get sexually aroused. Nice to know I still have that effect on you."

You don't know what to say, a defiant reaction is on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow it. You can't really predict this new Hunter, but you know you'd lose a fight against him in any case. It's probably smarter not to piss him off. However, he is right, for some reason he still has the same effect on you, his intense eyes, the striking face, his posture, his voice. You sigh softly, deciding not to say anything for now and wait to see what he's up to. "Still a little smuggler," he says with a chuckle. You shrug your shoulders. "So?" "Smuggling has become especially dangerous since the Empire has been in charge of the balance of power." Feeling braver than you are, you say to Hunter, "Get to the point, you're starting to bore me." He laughs and says, "Just as bold as I remember you." Hunter comes even closer to you, so close that his chest armor touches your chest. You suddenly feel the flat side of his knife under your chin, the cool metal, and hold perfectly still. "You're so quiet all of a sudden," he teases you, "What's wrong?" You stare at him and growl softly, "You know damn well" "The knife?" he asks, playing innocent.

He takes the knife from your chin pulls back a few inches to reach for the fabric of your flight suit and cuts it open with the knife, slowly, carefully, so as not to hurt you. You ask, "What's this going to be when it's done?"

You are not really afraid, but you don't feel too confident either. This situation feels strangely surreal. There is a part of you that wishes, or longs for him in a way, but for the old Hunter, the one you actually had a crush on. But this wasn't him. Not really. Hunter smiles, unperturbed, and cuts the suit wide open, so he can pull it completely off your body, leaving you standing there in just your underwear. "I think you already know that," he says calmly, "As I said, smuggling has become dangerous, and you should always have a way to bribe at the ready." You say dryly, "The suit would have had a zipper too". Hunter grins, "I know, but that's boring". His hand grabs the back of your neck, he turns the pilot seat around and pushes you in. He doesn't bother taking off your panties, he puts the knife away and rips the fabric apart with both hands, eliciting a small startled noise from you. Before he can destroy the bra as well, you hastily pull it off yourself. "Good girl," Hunter says with satisfaction.

His eyes wander along your body, you feel his gaze glide over your skin, hot and demanding. A hand grips your chin, he bends over you, his lips crash onto yours, his tongue forces your mouth open and begins to hunt for yours, to dominate it. Each velvety collision is a firework in your neural pathways. Hunter lets go of your lips, takes a deep breath, shakily expels it, his pupils already dilated to the point where his eyes seem almost black. "Been a while since I smelled that." He thrusts his knee between yours, pushes your thighs apart and squats in front of you, the chair, your pussy right up at the level of his face. Hunter takes another deep breath, shortly after a growl is heard, deep from his chest. You guess what's coming, he liked to do that before, taste you. There's already a pulse between your legs, your folds are wet. He pulls you down in the chair some more, closer to him, closer to the edge of the seat. Hunter wastes no time in hinting, or teasing, his mouth immediately descends on you, eliciting a surprised exclamation. "Fuck!"

His tongue, hot, fast and deft, twitches through your wet folds, finds your expectant, sensitive hole and thrusts greedily into it, swirling around inside. You've almost forgotten how good it feels. He moans and growls, you know how much his senses are singing from the scent of your pussy and your arousal, the taste of you. His hands reach into the back of your knees to hold your legs further up and apart. His nose nudges your swollen clit again and again as he licks you greedily, thrusting his tongue into you again and again, but never long enough to bring on an orgasm. He sucks on your folds, thrusting his tongue into you again, over and over. You can see him melting the taste of you on his tongue, gleefully thrusting into your pussy again and again. And the sight is sexier than you remembered. He lets go of you very briefly to look into your face, his eyes dark with desire and greed. You see a brief smirk, then his tongue flicks over your clit, and a hoarse moan crosses your lips, your hands reaching up, behind you, clawing into the back of the seat.

His tongue glides over the little bud, faster and faster. Your whole abdomen trembles with sexual tension. You know he wants to make you cum, so he can taste and smell even more of you, he liked to do that in the past. His lips enclose your clit while his tongue dances wildly on it, flicking that little bud again and again, in rapid fashion. You feel his stubble on the sensitive skin in your private parts and on the insides of your thighs, but you don't mind it. The play of his tongue is so intense that everything inside you tenses and tingles. Your moans grow louder, faster, the intensity increases, the pressure in your abdomen, dissolves in a sudden surge of tingling heat, pulses tickling through your most intimate regions, down to your curling toes. Your legs tremble in his grip, and you try to catch your breath, after you held it for a long moment of intensity. Hunter doesn't give you time to enjoy the ebbing orgasm. You let out a startled little cry as his tongue thrusts greedily into your wet, dripping opening again. You flinch every time his nose touches your oversensitive clit, but he keeps you with an iron grip where he wants you, on the edge of your seat.

He licks, tongues, sucks on you, unabashedly smacking, moaning, as if you are a feast. His face is full of your juice. At the same moment you wonder how he even breathes, he lets go of you and takes a deep inhale. He laughs, grinning at you. "I missed the taste" Things run through your head, words you want to say, but you can't sort them out right now, and he doesn't give you time to either. He stands up, grabs you by the neck, pulls you up out of the chair, turns you around and demands, "Get on your knees in the seat." When you don't immediately comply with the request, he gives you a slap on your bare bottom. "Go on, be a good little smuggler". Finally, you comply with the request. You hear Hunter take off his codpiece and drop it to the floor. You hear the sound of it clattering to the metal floor of the cockpit.

You know what's coming next. Hunter doesn't dally for long, his tip nudges you, he guides his hard cock to your entrance and pushes your folds apart, shoving it into your pussy. He is impatient, penetrates quite fast. Your pussy is so wet, his hard length between your slick walls makes a loud squelching noise. You feel the stretch, Hunter is well endowed, but it doesn't hurt. His hands grab your hips hard, hard enough to be leaving marks. He instantly starts thrusting you, pushing your abdomen towards his thrusts. Slowly at first, but he gets fast, faster and faster. You hear him gasp and growl. "Fuck, that feels good," he presses out. He fucks you hard and fast. He has no interest in doing you any good, Hunter is just looking for his fun, his relief. When he brought you to orgasm with his tongue and lips, it was only so he could taste and smell you more intensely, and so your pussy would be relaxed enough to receive his cock. All just a means to an end.

It used to be different. But actually you don't expect anything from him at the moment, the whole situation is so strange. His pelvis bounces loudly on your butt again and again, with every thrust. Naked skin meets naked skin, the sound pairs with the wet smacking of his cock in your wet pussy, his gasps and the soft creaking that the pilot seat gives with each thrust, in protest. Hunter takes you pretty fast, but suddenly his thrusts become irregular, you feel the tension in his body, the slight trembling of his thighs. You hear a half-swallowed moan from him, then he presses himself deep inside you, his pelvis pressed against your ass, his fingers digging into your hips. You feel his cock pulsing inside you, his warm seed filling your pussy. He continues to pulse for quite a while, holding you in this pose, deep inside you. Suddenly you hear him laugh softly, "That wasn't so bad as a bribe".

He leaves your body, dresses again. You suddenly feel strangely empty between your thighs, feeling his cum and your juice drip out of you and mess up your seat.

You wince in shock as Hunter gives you another slap on the ass. He reaches into your hair and pulls your head backwards, toward him. You draw in a sharp breath as you feel a slight sting from the tug on your hair. His mouth comes up to your ear, you can smell yourself on him. "Clean yourself up, little smuggler, you can move on. But always have a good bribe ready, maybe we'll meet again". He lets go of you again, and you almost fall off the chair, but just manage to grab the back of it. You look over your shoulder and see him leaving the cockpit and going back to the hatch. He disappears into his own shuttle without looking back.

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hello I don't know if you are taking requests but if you do I wanted to give you an idea to write a headcanon with the villains of Gotham (I had thought about it only for jerome and jeremiah but it could be interesting with the others too). I was thinking of a situation where the reader is a walking encyclopedia, i mean, she knows a lot of stuff that might be irrelevant but makes them look more intellectual. Do you know those people who out of the blue tell you a random fact that you didn't know and when you ask them how they knew that they answer that they have no idea? Well something like that I was thinking. And maybe the reader also likes to read a lot and that is why she is always informed and has a rich vocabulary, and also she always speaks with metaphors. She is intelligent but without being very nerdy. It may be a silly idea but if it works for you, welcome.

Hello, dear. I really like this idea hope you dont mind if I turn it into two small imagines for Jerome and Jeremiah 🥰🍓

Miss Know-It-All

◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: slightly suggestive, neck biting, Jerome feeling dumb, mention of guns and murder, Jerome

◇ Summary: Jerome doesn't understand his victim so he calls Y/n.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. JEREMIAH'S version here.

Jerome tilted his head in confusion, his gaze on the victim he had tied up and kidnapped, his ginger eyebrows were furrowed and there was not a smile present on his face.

The victim was being more boring than expected, talking to him about business and things that he didn't fully understand, given that the man used technical and cultured terms that Jerome didnt know.

He was about to just grab his gun and shoot the man in the face when an idea came up in his head

"Dollface!" He screamed to catches Y/n's attention even though she was in another room, minding her own business.

Jerome's voice echoed in the room for a few moments and quick footsteps were heard shortly after. Y/n was a sort of salvation for Jerome, she was pretty smart and studied a lot, reading was her passion and her knowledge was unlimited.

The ginger could ask her anything and she always had a reasonable and perfect answer— she really enjoyed sharing her knowledge and found herself most of the tome share random facts related to what was happening at that moment.

Y/n stopped next to the chair where Jerome sat, letting his large gloved hands grip her hips, bringing her onto his lap

"Dolly, can ya understand what this fool is sayin to little ol'me?" Jerome murmured against the skin of her neck, placing little tessing bite and licks as she focused on the victim, listening and taking notes while explaining in easier words what was going on.

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I got inspired from the cursed Mc ask and I was thinking what would the suitors think about an mc who doesn’t speak much but it’s only until the suitors are in danger that she warns the suitors to cover their ears and uses her curse being “ Sirens song” to control the attackers and lure them into the water ( the draw back is that she would lose her voice for some time hence why she doesn’t talk much ) , how would they react? ( sorry this was long)

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐌𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: In her My Little Pony era (iykyk)

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗

He always knew there was something off about you. He wasn't sure what it was, but the nagging feeling in his heart disappeared

He finds you very useful. He doesn't hope to use you to his advantage because you can easily catch on and use your song against him, so he keeps it safe for now

"Who knew my little Robin was this powerful, hmmm? And at the expense of your own voice... my my my, you're too cute,"

#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

Always kiss your neck whenever you use your siren's song because he thinks your neck hurts after. It doesn't... but he still does it

When you first used it, he wished he could have opened his ears. He bet you must have sounded heavenly

"My love, would you be a dear and sing me a lullaby my mother sang to me when I was younger... I always wanted to hear your sweet song,"

#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

Honestly, he wished his curse was cooler than that like yours. He understands the side effects, but still. So cool

He doesn't like that you can't talk after you use your curse, but he still somehow understands everything with a simple facial expression or a nod

"I want to hear your voice, my precious angel! Aaahhh, maybe later, let those vocal chords rest up!"

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀

If only your voice was an obtainable object, then he could keep it forever with him. He'll place it on the top of his desk, for everyone to see, knowing that they can't have what's his

Was surprised when he found out about your curse. He asked you if you were okay after taking down the enemy, and you simply nodded. He worries for you, but he knows you'll be okay

"Do you need water? I can get some for you... no? Okay, we'll stay in bed until you're okay,"

#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

He probably already figured out about your curse, which was why he already covered his ears before you could tell him to cover them

I feel like one time he actually didn't close his ears on purpose to hear you sing... no regrets

"I'm okay...! My dear, no need to worry about me, don't apologise. I'm fine, all is well,"

#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋

He was surprised. He never heard about anyone having a curse outside of the crown. Of course, he is very interested, so he will probably research you (with consent)

Always make you drink warm water after using your curse so your voice can go back to normal faster

"Drink this, dove... it's water, not some potion. I promise, haha. Don't you trust me?

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

The woman was too stunned to speak

I feel like this man was so shocked he went silent for a few minutes before Ellis had to shake him back from the dead

Will probably ask you to help him in negotiations in his company or for missions, but will never push you past your limit

"Yer fucking crazy, you know that, right? How long were you gonna keep this from me, eh?"

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Woooww, his lover is so cool! His reaction is pretty much the same as Liam, but more worried and doting

A kiss on the forehead whenever you use your curse, so he knows how much he appreciates you

"Seeing you out there makes me so happy, love. I want to stay with you forever, and hear your sweet voice,"

#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Also probably knew as well, but knew because he was informed by the Queen, unlike Alfonse who is a smarty-pants

Does that funny thing where he wraps his hair around your neck like a scarf whenever you use your song, so you feel better

"How long were you going to keep me in the dark? Oh, how wounded am IIII~?

©️umi-adxhira [24/07/2023]

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Grief Stricken

Fives x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your perfect life is shattered into a million pieces after your beloved Fives is murdered. Overcome with grief, you decide to take out your revenge on the man responsible for his death. 

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fives, Rex, Fox

Tags & Warnings: established relationship, fluff, romance, kissing, cuddling, death, grief, mourning, funeral, hurt/no comfort, angst, alcohol, drugged alcohol, seduction, violence, revenge, premeditated murder, borderline dark fic, unhinged fem!reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Author's Note: Apologies in advance to the Fox girlies! I did not villainize your boy, but wrote him like any other military police type. That man is a victim too. I stylized this fic as a back and forth from present to past. So, if you remove all the pieces and rearrange them chronologically, the story would still flow correctly. Also, the last few scenes were written to "Cheap Thrills" by Sia, so that's the vibe there. Bonus, if you want to cry, listen to "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane (Rhianne Cover).

PLEASE DO NOT IMITATE. This is fiction and fiction only. If you or someone you love is struggling with grief, please reach out to get professional help!

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Fox

You stand speechless beside the open casket, staring down at the lifeless corpse inside, wondering how you arrived at this moment.

The morning light breaks through the curtains and gently wakes you from your slumber. You feel his warm body wrapped around yours in half-a-sleep snuggles as a pot of caf percolates in the kitchen. You nuzzle your face into his outstretched arm, breathing in his scent as he rustles under the covers. You wonder how you became so lucky as to have such a wonderful man like Fives in your life. He is your everything. Strong, brave, handsome, and an absolute love-bug. 

It’s a struggle at times, when he has to go on missions, but you always wait patiently for him to come home with hugs and kisses at the ready. He always greets you at the door with a big smile and squishes you as hard as he can without hurting you. You know he enjoys coming home as much as you do, and the time you get to spend with him is your favorite. You both dream about what your life together will look like after the war and come up with all sorts of grandiose plans.

You roll yourself over to look at him, his eyes still closed, lips slightly parted, and breathing softly. Resting peacefully without a single care. You smile and gently press your lips against his. It takes a moment, but he kisses you back tenderly while sliding a hand through your hair and behind your ear to pull you closer. You stay like that for a moment, lips locked in a loving embrace of pure bliss. As your lips finally part, you gasp and take in a much needed breath.

“Am I suffocating you?” Fives jokes with a small laugh as he props his head up with his hand. He looks lovingly into your eyes. You stare back into his glistening brown eyes. They’re deep and dark and would swallow you whole if they could.

“Just a little,” you giggle back. You scoot forward and nestle your head under his chin and breathe deeply. These are the moments you live for, the ones where it’s just the two of you and the rest of the world isn’t allowed to intrude. At this moment, it’s just you and him. No war. No missions. No fights. No weapons. Just two people madly in love.

Fives is the first to pull away from the embrace, but gives you another small kiss for good measure. He pulls back the covers and playfully flops them over your head before getting out of bed. He laughs as you claw at the heavy blanket to try and escape. You struggle your way out from underneath the blanket only to find your hair has become a static mess. You blow a piece out of your face and pout at Fives who thinks he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. 

“What’s that face for?” he chuckles and folds his arms.

You shake your head and smile. “Nothing.” You flop backwards onto the bed and roll onto your side to watch as he starts his morning routine. It’s the same procedure every day, but you never get tired of watching him do it. It’s the regimented soldier in him that makes it so automatic, and you find an odd comfort in the small consistency it brings to your rather inconsistent life.

“I have to leave for Ringo Vinda today,” he reminds you while pulling his blacks over his head. “Shouldn’t be a long mission.”

“So soon?” you question with disappointment. You crawl to the edge of the bed to get closer to him. “You’ve only been back for two days.”

“You know war, darling,” he soothes while walking back over to the bed. He bends over and plants a kiss on your forehead to reassure you. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

You kneel on the edge of the bed and prop yourself up to lean into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, resting his head atop yours, and slides his warm hands across your back. Goodbyes are hard, especially during war. You never know if he’ll come back or not, but you try not to worry. Fives is a smart and capable soldier. He won’t do something as dumb as dying. At least, that’s what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night.

He lifts his head off of yours and tilts you back a little so he can see your face. He brushes your hair behind your ear and asks. “Do you want some caf before I go?”

“Yes, please,” you smile as you slip down from his arms and sit back down on the bed. 

You watch him walk out of the room and soon you hear the clink of ceramic as he pulls two mugs out of the kitchen cabinet. The strong aroma of freshly brewed caf fills your home. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the blissful moment. You look around the room and think about the life you’ve made. Then your eyes land on his helmet sitting in the corner and an idea pops into your head. You peek out of the room to see if he’s coming and quickly grab it.

“One mug of caf as ordered,” Fives sings while walking back into the bedroom. He briefly pauses, puts the mugs down on the vanity, and places his hands on his hips while raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“ARC trooper 5555 reporting for duty, sir!” you announce with a sloppy hand salute as the oversized helmet bobbles around your small head. 

Fives snorts and brings a hand up to cover his mouth before bellowing out in laughter. You love it when he laughs. He doesn’t laugh often, at least not since Echo’s passing, but every once and a while you can rile him up into a good fit. He bends over and holds his stomach as laughter-filled tears form in the corner of his eyes. You aren’t sure what is so funny about this particular instance, but it doesn’t matter. He’s laughing and it warms your heart.  

“Give me that,” Fives demands playfully while walking towards you, still chuckling to himself at your ridiculous imitative display. He reaches out a hand to grab the helmet off your head, but you place your hand over his to stop him. He pauses, frowns, and lets out a soft sigh. He gently pulls the helmet off your head, revealing what he expects, your teary eyes. “Oh, darling,” he soothes while wiping one of the tears away with his finger.

“I’m going to miss you,” you confess while wiping a few new tears away as you attempt to compose yourself. You want to be strong for him, but sometimes it proves too difficult to hold in.

“I’m going to miss you too,” he professes while cupping the side of your face with his gentle hand. He rubs his thumb against your cheek in tender sweeps.  

You lean into his warm caress and close your eyes. “Come back soon, okay?”

“It’s a promise,” he whispers and leans in to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

“You… You promised…,” the words get caught in your throat as you touch the side of his cold cheek. “You promised… to come back to me.”

You fall to your knees and sob. Your left hand is hanging onto the side of the casket while you rhythmically pound your right fist on the ground. You tilt your head back towards the sky and scream as the tears roll down your red cheeks. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You feel Rex’s hand rest on your shoulder as he kneels down beside you. He takes his other hand and silently grabs your bloodied fist, forcing you to stop. 

You turn your head and look at the captain with blurry eyes, pleading without words, why. 

The days go by slowly as you wait for Fives to return. You busy yourself, of course, to keep from going crazy. Your job at the diner helps, but you still find yourself daydreaming, waiting for the moment you're back in his arms safe and sound. When you’re not working, you stop by some of your friend's houses to keep you company. Their men are usually off on missions too, so it’s nice to be around people who understand what you're going through. 

You laugh, eat, and play games to pass the time. Sometimes you’ll talk about Fives and how amazing he is, and sometimes you won’t mention him at all. Other times you and your friends will gossip about new clones arriving on Coruscant and wonder what their nicknames are. Still, more times than not, you and your friends will go shopping to keep up your spirits. As you go through one store, you see a little arc trooper doll on the shelf and immediately buy it. 

When you arrive home, you rustle through your drawers pulling out markers and grab the picture of you and Fives off the bedside table. You glance at his armor in the photo and look down at the doll and think it will be easy enough to replicate. You pop the cap off the marker and get to work adding the correct colors and markings that adorn his armor. The Hevy insignia proves difficult and looks more like a blob than a rotary blaster cannon, but you shrug and keep going.

When finished, you place the little Fives doll next to the photo on the bedside table. You look at the doll and the photo and smile brightly. You can’t wait until he gets back from his mission so you can show him your handiwork. You think he’ll probably laugh and say something like, ‘Is that supposed to be me?’ You chuckle at your thoughts and let out a content sigh. You love this life the two of you have built together, and you love him more and more as each day passes.

“Goodnight, my love,” you say as you kiss your finger and place it against the photo. You smile longingly at it one more time before turning off the lights and slipping into bed. You wrap the covers around you tightly, wishing it was Fives instead of the blanket, but you know he’ll be home soon. Eventually, he’ll come bursting through the door, loud and obnoxious as ever, scoop you up into his arms, toss you onto the bed, and shower you with love and affection.

“Tell me why, Rex,” you cry while rocking back and forth on the ground.

Rex doesn’t respond, but tightens his grip on your shoulder as his hand holding your bloodied one begins to tremble. He leans his head against yours and whispers. “I wish I knew.”

“He wasn’t supposed to die,” your breath catches between your sobs and you turn your face to look at him. Your tear-stained eyes lock into his as you trade emotions.

“I know,” Rex answers with a barely audible voice, straining to formulate words as they drip from his lips in a cacophony of grief.

“He said he’d come back,” you sob harder as your voice cracks under the weight of your unabated emotions. 

“I… I know,” Rex barely gets out as he attempts to console you through shattered breath.

“Why did you let him die?” your breath catches again as you realize the implication of what you said. You know it isn’t Rex’s fault, but your mind is a jumbled mess of anguish and anger.

Rex lowers his head and swallows hard. He chokes on his words as tears form in his eyes. He can barely speak, but he finds the words somewhere in his mind and forces them out. “I didn’t have a choice.”

You hear a knock at the door. Putting your holo-book down on the bedside table, you walk up to the door and open it half expecting it to be Fives surprising you that he’s back home. However, when you open it, your smile quickly fades. It’s the Coruscant Guard. Your heart begins to race. What could they possibly want with you? Why are they here? You haven’t broken any laws or done anything to raise suspicion. You stare nervously at the intimidating commander in red. 

“Can I help you?” you ask with caution while hovering your hand over the door-button in preparation to close it. 

“Where is ARC-5555?” the commander demands as he pulls out a holoprojector and displays a hologram of the arc trooper in question.

Fives? Why are they looking for Fives? You shrug and tell the commander what you know. “He’s on a mission to Ringo Vinda. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

“Ma’am, please step aside,” the commander orders as he forces his way into your home. You resist and try to close the door, but his strength overpowers you.

“Hey!” you yell as he tosses you aside into the hallway. “What do you think you’re doing? This is my home!”

“ARC-5555 is AWOL and wanted for crimes against the Republic,” Commander Fox states as he hands you a datapad with the warrant and signals the rest of his men to enter your home. “Withholding vital information toward his capture will make you an enemy of the Republic and you will be brought up on charges for treason.”

“AWOL? Crimes against the Republic? Treason?” you repeat in disbelief as you watch more red clone troopers file into your home. You put the data-pad down and refuse to look at the details of the warrant. “There must be a mistake!” you exclaim as you come to his defense. “Fives wouldn’t do any of that. He’s a good soldier!”

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” the commander begins while getting in your face. “Where is ARC-5555?”

“I told you already,” you plead as anger fills your voice. “I don’t know! He hasn’t been back since he left for Ringo Vinda.”

The commander grabs your arm, pulls you to the kitchen table, and forces you down in one of the chairs. “Stay here and don’t move.”

You sit at the table, watching as these unfamiliar red-armored clones ransack your home. They pull out everything in your drawers and cabinets, all your papers, all your things, and dump them out on the ground with blatant disregard. Your blood boils and you wish you can do something to make them stop, but you know resisting will only get you arrested. If that happens, you won’t be able to get to the bottom of these outlandish allegations.

The guardsmen start calling out ‘all clears’ as they canvas each room in your house, but as they head to your bedroom you take action. You don’t want them handling your personal items, grabbing your clothes, breaking your memories, or touching anything that belongs to Fives. You get up from the table and run into the bedroom only to see it’s already trashed. One of the guardsmen has the photo of you and Fives in his hands and you lunge at him to take it back.

“I told you to stay put!” the commander yells as he grabs your arm. He drags you back into the kitchen and slams you back onto the chair. You let out a yelp as you hit the chair with a thud, a bruise already forming on your arm from where he gripped you.

“Stop it!” you yell, pleading with them to leave you alone. “Please! He’s not here.” You start crying, clutching the photo to your chest to find some form of safety.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Captain Rex exclaims as he walks into the open doorway to see you crying at the table. He rushes over to you and grabs your chin softly to pull your eyes up to look into his. “Are you okay?” he asks gently. He lifts up your arms and moves his head around to look you over. “Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head and sniffle as the tears continue to roll down your face. Your tears anger the captain and he stomps off to confront the commander. “Fox!” he shouts while getting in the commander’s face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“My job,” Commander Fox retorts, refusing to back down at the captain's harsh tone. “There’s a dangerous fugitive that needs to be found.”

“Well, obviously he’s not here,” Captain Rex articulates while gesturing his hands around the empty room. “But you have made quite the mess, so I suggest you and your men leave.”

“Careful captain,” Commander Fox begins while getting in Rex’s face. “You may have a reputation on the battlefield, but here, on Coruscant, I’m the one in charge.” 

“I’m asking nicely,” Captain Rex sneers while closing the already short distance between their faces. 

Commander Fox huffs and continues their staredown, raising the tension in the room to a whole new level. “Alright boys,” he finally calls out to his men. “Clear out, he’s not here.” 

As the Coruscant Guard leave your home, you sit in bewilderment at the table, shaking and paralyzed from the terrifying encounter. Rex pours you a cup of water, sets it down, and sits at the table beside you. You both sit in silence for a moment. The only noise that can be heard is your soft sniffles as you try to process what is happening. You don’t know what to think and you’re too afraid to ask Rex, because you know he'll never lie to you.

Finally, Rex breaks the silence. “It’s true that Fives is missing.” He sighs heavily before continuing to explain what he knows. “There’s talk going around that he made an attempt on Chancellor Palapatine’s life.”

“That’s a lie!” you counter fiercely. “Fives wouldn’t do something like that and you know it.”

“I know,” Rex agrees as he traces circles on the table with his finger. “But it doesn’t change the current public perception or what’s happening because of it.” He pauses for a moment, scrunches his lips, and begins to speak again. “I have to ask,” he starts cautiously. “Has he tried contacting you?”

“No,” you answer adamantly, the question annoying you. “I haven’t heard from him since he left for Ringo Vinda.”

“I believe you,” he assures while putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Would… Would you like some help cleaning up?”

You nod your head and Rex gets up to start picking up the pieces of your newly destroyed home. He grabs the papers strewn across the floor and piles them neatly on the counter, then grabs a broom from the closet and starts sweeping up the broken dish pieces. Meanwhile, you continue to sit at the table in shock and disbelief at what has occurred. Your mind struggles to process any of it. All you want is for Fives to come home and fix everything.

You snap out of your brain fog when you feel a soft hand touch your shoulder. You flinch and glance up to see Rex looking at you with sympathy. “Do you want to pick up the bedroom?” he asks. “I don’t want to intrude into your private things.”

You take a deep breath and nod while getting up from your chair. Rex helps steady you on your feet and you nod again for him to let go. The transaction between the two of you is silent, but full of emotion, care, and concern. There are no words of comfort at this point. Your whole world is crashing down on you and there’s nothing either of you can do to stop it. You wonder if Fives will ever come back home, but you quickly shake your head to dismiss the intrusive thought.

You slowly walk into your bedroom, sweeping your head from one end to the other and sigh as yours and Fives’ things are strewn about in disarray. You walk through the littered floor towards your bed and think about the last time you were with him. You curl your lips as you try not to cry. Looking beside the bed you kneel down onto the ground and pick up the little Fives doll that was tossed so carelessly on the floor. You clutch it to your chest and weep in silence.

“Come on,” Rex whispers as he gently tugs on your shoulder. “It’s time to go.”

“No!” you yell as you throw yourself across the casket, clutching at it in desperation. “I’m not leaving without Fives.”

“Please,” Rex pleads as he fights the tears forming in his eyes while nudging you to get up.

“No!” you sob and cough through your words. “He needs to come home!”

Rex lets his tears fall unabated as his voice cracks. “He’s… He’s not coming home.”

“No!” you scream while pushing Rex away. “I'm not leaving without him!”

“I’m sorry,” Rex laments while pulling at your waist to drag you away from the casket. You kick and flail and scream for him to let you go. The heartbreak emanating from your voice is excruciating. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers through his tears.

“He needs to come home!” you continue to wail, desperately fighting against Rex’s grasp as he finally picks you up and begins to carry you away. “He promised me he’d come home!” 

You slam your fists against Rex’s back. He grips you tighter. You stretch out your hands towards the casket, clawing out of desperation to get back to the man you love, but Rex continues to carry you further away. You watch in horror as they lay the lid down and lower him into the ground. Your agonizing screams fill the air as Rex struggles to maintain what’s left of his composure. The terror and anguish you feel as they shovel the dirt on top of him overwhelms you.

“Fives!” you call out desperately through your sobs. You wait for him to answer you, but an answer never comes.

Your reading time is once again interrupted by a knock at the door. You're still reeling from the last time you answered the door and you're cautious about opening it again. There’s a part of you that hopes it’s Fives. Actually, you want to believe it will be Fives this time. That he’ll walk in the door like he always does and explain that the accusations are false and he can come home. That your life can finally go back to some level of normalcy.

You open the door and to your surprise, it’s Captain Rex. Although, you get the sinking feeling that this isn’t a ‘Rex checking up on you’ type of call. His face and body language are unusually depressive. Your anxiety increases and your thoughts race, but then your stomach drops when he pulls Fives’ helmet around to his front. Your heart stops. You can’t breathe. The only time a helmet comes back without its soldier is when the soldier is dead. 

Rex doesn’t have any words to say and neither do you. He reaches out with trembling hands and places Fives’ helmet gently in yours. You stare at it, the helmet that you’ve seen so many times before. The helmet that Fives wore proudly as an ARC trooper. The helmet he decorated with the memories of his fallen brothers. The helmet that you so playfully donned before he left on what you would now remember as his final mission.

You run your hand across the face plate and reality strikes you like a searing knife to the heart. Your legs give way and you crash onto the floor with a loud thump. Rex tries to catch you, but his reflexes are too late. He kneels down beside you in the doorway and looks you over for any injuries. You don’t notice his gaze or his soft touches as you continue to stare at Fives’ helmet, clearly in shock at the news that still went unspoken.

After several minutes of silence, you finally gain enough coherency to ask a single question. “What happened?”

Rex takes in a sharp breath and begins to explain the events on Coruscant's Level 1325. You listen as well as you can, not really understanding most of the military stuff. There is a part of you that doesn’t want to know and a part of you that needs to know. As Rex continues to speak, you pull out choice words from his explanation and let them float around in your mind as you try to comprehend any of it. Much of what is said flies over you as your mind shuts down.

At the story's completion, you ask another question. “Did he suffer?” You gently stroke the side of the helmet while you wait for the answer.

“No,” Rex replies while trying to hide his emotions. “It… It was quick.”

“Did he die alone?” you ask further, showing barely any emotion and refusing to look Rex in the eyes.

“I…” Rex begins with a slight strain in his voice, but he pauses and puts his emotions back in check. “I held him while he passed.”

You continue to caress the helmet, lost somewhere in your own mind, pondering everything that has been said and all the things that have gone unsaid. You break your own silence and ask one more important question. “Who shot him?” 

This time you turn your head to look Rex in the eyes. You want to know. You want to know his name. You want to know the name of the man who killed your beloved Fives. Your apathetic gaze visibly shakes Rex and he shifts uncomfortably on the floor. You can tell he doesn’t want to tell you, but you need to know. You can’t hope to move on in any sense of the word until you hear his murderer’s name. “You owe it to Fives,” you remind the captain. “Tell me his name.”

Rex sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. You watch as he mulls it over in his mind, his facial and eye movements clearly showcasing the options he is contemplating. Rex opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again, fighting the protocol to not release the information, but he eventually caves. “It was Commander Fox.”

You start to chuckle, startling Rex with your unusual response. You lean your head back against the wall and laugh while remembering your terrifying encounter with Commander Fox. “He was killed by one of his brothers?” you rhetorize while tracing over the helmet with your finger. You want to cry, but you can’t, so you let out your emotions the only way you can. “Killed by a clone… One of his own kind,” you snort and don a half smile. “How ironic.”

Rex tilts his head to the side and furrows his brow in concern. “Are you alright?”

You stop caressing the helmet and slowly turn to look at the captain with a sarcastic smile. “No.”

The days are all but a blur. You don’t remember much after Rex brought you home from the funeral. All you know is you’re back at home, laying on your bed, spiraling into grief's dismal embrace. You think Rex visited you a couple times, leaving behind food and a promise that the 501st will be there for you for as long as you need them to be. It must have been a sweet gesture, but you never paid attention when he spoke to you because your mind was miles away.

You lay quietly on your bed. What time is it? What day is it? How long has it been since you’ve eaten? When was the last time you opened the curtains? Is the world still spinning? Or is it just your world that came to a screeching halt? You wonder to yourself in the deep darkness of your once bright and life-filled home. Fives is the one that brought the light with him. Without him, what do you have? No one can replace Fives or the memories you have with him. 

Your scrapbook lays open on the floor, collecting dust. You’re not sure when you opened it, but there it sits, full to bursting with photos of the life you shared with Fives. Love letters poke out of the sides of the different folds of pages. He never wrote his name on them, just the number five. They always made you smile. There are lots of smiles, and laughs, and joys abounding in the still memories of the book. All your dreams. All your plans. Everything. It’s all been broken.

You rotate all your unanswered questions around in your head in planetary motion, revolving around one, then another, and then the next one. You never stay on one question for too long. That would prove to be too painful. And you try your best to stay away from the ‘what ifs’, but they never leave your mind for long. There is no reconciliation for the death of someone you love. No. That’s incorrect. There is no reconciliation for the murder of someone you love.

Murder. Now, that’s a word you let spin around in your mind constantly. What is it about this word that’s so intriguing? When did it become so important that it captivates all your thoughts? You think about the ‘how’s’ and ‘why’s’ of murder. How does one murder? Why does one murder? Is it just for threats? Is it out of anger or desperation? Yes, in desperation one murders another. The pieces begin to click together in your mind as the picture becomes clearer.

Your answer is there, amongst the grief. It lies amidst the dearly departed. The dead have the answer you are looking for. Murder is for those who decide it belongs to them. Could you commit murder? Could death's tight grip be commanded by your feeble hands? Can murder be justice? Can justice be murder? You ramble away in your mind at all the possibilities, when you suddenly see flashes of red dance across your vision. 

Red, the color of death and denial, but also, the color of the armor adorning the one who committed murder. The memories of the Commander come flooding back to your mind. You can hear the forceful words he spoke to you not so long ago. You can hear his pure disregard as he tramples on your memories. He’s laughing at you. He’s laughing at Fives. You just know it. How dare he. How dare he laugh at your sorrow, at your broken life, and at your dead lover. It’s disgusting.

Why does he get to laugh and you have to cry? Why does he get to live a free life, while Fives’ cold flesh rots away beneath the earth? You finally connect the dots as electricity sparks throughout your brain. You jolt up in bed and look around as if coming out of a daze. “Murder,” you mumble to yourself as the wheels turn. “A life for a life.” The immoral ideas begin to solidify. “I’ll repay him in his own currency.” you smile as you begin to develop your plan of revenge.

You pull out a data-pad and start typing out your ideas. You type something, delete it, then type something else, continuing the process for days. You think about all the different ways you can accomplish your goal. As the leader of the Coruscant Guard, he won’t be easy to take out. You have to be devious and underhanded with your methods. This type of operation will require more intelligence than power. You continue to type away on your data-pad, smiling at your own devilish genius.

At long last, after months of research, stalking, and planning, you have your attack strategy. The last Friday of every month the Coruscant Guard drops in to 79s for a night out where they relax, drink, and unwind with whatever beautiful lady catches their eyes. It’s the perfect ploy. You know exactly what time they’ll be there, where they’ll sit, what they’ll drink, when the commander will be alone, and how you’ll seduce him into your lustful honey-filled trap. 

Tonight is the night for you to execute your plan of sweet revenge. You turn the radio on, blasting your favorite music while dancing around the room. The lyrics fill your mind in preparation for the big night. Stepping into a hot shower, you let the water wash all your worries down the drain. You get out and peruse through your closet, sliding the hangers around until you find your favorite dress. Sleek and sexy, with a glittering shimmer, it was Fives’ favorite.

After slipping the dress on, you sit down at your vanity mirror, swaying your head to the music. You brush out your hair and arrange it in your favorite style. Next, you pick out a gorgeous set of earrings and a matching necklace to adorn your ears and neck. You then grab your make-up tray and apply your foundation and a bit of blush. To complete the look, you apply your eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a bold lipstick. You smack your lips to spread it out evenly.

You look at yourself in the mirror with a satisfied smirk. There isn’t a soldier on Coruscant who can resist you now. You look over at Fives’ helmet sitting on the edge of your vanity and you smile fondly. You pick it up gently and kiss it, leaving an imprint of your lipstick behind. A giggle escapes your mouth and you put the helmet down. You give it a soft caress, then grab your favorite perfume and spritz your neck with it. This particular scent always drove Fives crazy.

You give yourself a satisfied nod and make your way back to the closet. You open the little hidden compartment and pull out a locked case. You input the combination and pull out the ELG-3A blaster pistol Fives gave to you for self-defense in case he wasn’t there to protect you. It’s a small and elegant weapon, easily concealable, and more importantly, can kill. You strap it to your thigh under your dress and turn to look at yourself one more time in the mirror. It’s time. 

Friday nights are club nights at 79s, which means the music is blaring and the bass is pounding. You enter the bar and the smell of alcohol and musk fills your nose. You see your target sitting at the bar alone, his bright red armor giving him away. As you approach the bar, the bartender asks what you want to drink and you respond with a simple cocktail. As you sit down, you catch the Commander glancing at you with mild interest, so you give him a small smile in response. 

“Put her on my tab,” the commander instructs with a raise of his glass. Perfect, you’ve caught his attention.

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman,” you smile while turning your body to face the commander, crossing your legs seductively in the process. He puts his drink down and stares at your gorgeous figure with a smirk, clearly intrigued by what he sees. 

“I know a pretty face when I see one,” the commander asserts with confidence.

“And a connoisseur of fine women I see,” you point out with fake confidence to bolster his confidence.

“You live around here?” the commander questions as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Just got in actually,” you lie as you twirl the fruit in your cocktail with a toothpick. “I’ve had a long day and wanted a fun night out to unwind.” You pull a piece of fruit off with your lips, enticing him with your flirty demeanor. 

“Well,” the commander slams back the rest of his drink and motions to the bartender for another round. “You’ve come to the right place, darling.”

You force a smile at the commander's words, but internally you’re a raging storm. That particular pet name is not something you want to hear from his filthy mouth. That’s the name Fives called you. You flash back to the last time Fives said the word ‘darling’ and you try not to let the emotion get the better of you. You take a large sip of your drink to try and purge the image from your mind. You only have one goal tonight and you can’t let yourself get emotional.

“Easy baby,” the commander chuckles while watching you take the large swig. “We’ve got all night.” 

“You have a name, soldier?” you ask playfully while putting your drink back down.

“Fox,” he answers while staring at you lewdly. You can tell he’s getting a buzz and his mental fortitude is slowly slipping, but that’s exactly what you want to happen. “What’s yours?” he asks in return. 

“Ladies don’t kiss and tell,” you shoot back with a frisky smile and a wink. You can tell you're getting closer to trapping him in your web. A little more alcohol and a little more seduction, and you’ll have him right where you want him.

“We’ll see about that,” Fox challenges in response to your teasing. He slams back his drink again and gets up off his stool to get closer to you. He’s so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath and the heat radiating from his body, as his thighs brush up against you. He stares into your beautiful eyes with lust and smirks. “Come join me on the dance floor.” He flips his hand over for you to take hold of as permission to go with him. 

You look at his eyes and see the glaze forming over them. You prefer that he drinks a couple more rounds before progressing further, but the seduction piece of the plan is equally as important as the incapacitated part. A couple sessions on the dance floor wouldn’t hurt your mission. You bite your lip and look into his eyes. With slight hesitation, you grab his hand and accept the invitation to dance with him.

“At a girl,” he praises while guiding you off the stool and leading you to the dance floor. The music is blasting and powerful. You spend the next several minutes dancing with the man that killed the love of your life and you can’t help but think it’s disgusting. But, for the sake of the mission, and for your beloved Fives, you do it anyway. You let yourself get lost in the bass beats of the music as his foreign hands caress your body while you collide in feverish movements. 

You watch his movements carefully, waiting to see when the opportune time will be to pull him away from the crowd. You can feel his hands getting sloppy and his actions get less and less intentional. Of course, it did help that you paid the bartender in advance to slip a little something  extra in the Commander’s drink. It won’t be enough to knock him out, because you want him awake, but it will be enough to slow his reaction time to the point where you can deal with him without issue.

You continue to move along to the beat of the music, but when his hands get a little too wild for your own comfort, you decide now is a good time to break from the dance floor. You stop his hand before it goes where you don’t want it, lean into his ear, and whisper. “Why don’t we take this back to your place.” You feel his body shudder from your hot breath.

“You read my mind,” he agrees as he pulls your waist close and gives you a kiss. You want to vomit, but you lean into it passionately to keep from raising suspicion. He breaks the kiss and haphazardly pulls you through the crowd of people to the back door. The drugs are beginning to affect him the way you planned. You put on a devious smile as he ironically leads you to his own death.

The two of you stumble out the door and into a dimly lit alleyway behind 79s. The brisk air gives you a slight chill as it touches your sweaty skin. Fox sways a little, then stumbles into you, pinning you against the brick wall. You gasp at his weight and give him a nudge to get off. He props himself up with one hand and puts the other up to hold his head like he’s dizzy. He blinks hard a couple times and you realize the time is approaching.

“Are you okay?” you ask with a little sarcasm in your voice.

“I…” Fox begins as he continues to hold his head. “I don’t feel so well.”

“That would be the drugs,” you reveal with an evil grin.

“What?” Fox slurs as he stumbles back, fighting the urge to fall over. “Drugs?”

“Do you know who I am?” you ask as you turn around to face away from him. You take a deep breath as you prepare yourself for what needs to be done.

He wobbles and blinks a few more times as he tries to focus on your face. “Should I?”

“You killed the man I loved,” you reveal as you turn back around to face the Commander with a maniacal grin. “And now, I’m going to kill you.”

“What?” Fox asks with shock and confusion. He goes to pull out his blaster, but it’s missing. Your plan covered everything. You conveniently took his blaster off him while on the dance floor and disposed of it. He was so enraptured by you, he didn’t notice you disarming him. Now he has no way to defend himself, making this an easy and quick job.

You pull the ELG-3A blaster out of the holster from under your dress and shoot Fox in the right kneecap. Fives taught you that trick to quickly incapacitate an attacker. Fox grunts in pain and staggers to the side, hunching over but still standing. You frown and decide to shoot the other kneecap for good measure. This time the Commander falls back onto the ground. You walk towards him while he attempts to drag himself backwards away from you, but he’s too slow. 

“Don’t do this!” Fox pleads for his life as you approach, pain dripping from every slurred syllable. 

The sound of his suffering invigorates you. This is the moment you have been waiting for. The murderer will now become the murdered. Sweet justice. The kind of justice needed during war. The kind of justice that can only be tasted by those brave enough to embrace it and its consequences. You place the muzzle against his temple and listen to him beg you for his life, but you simply smile at his pathetic pleas.

“For Fives,” you whisper as you pull the trigger.

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