#verse: violet au

[reestallized]

Hmmm Reestalverse reverse. RV². Reestal-RE-verse. Ykwim???

[wyverewings]

yelling from a podium

the protag’s raidon is their own character like how ash’s pikachu is his own character and team rocket’s meowth is his own character and az’s floette is her own character and nebby is their own character and a lot of other pokemon who are their own characters separate from their species

[redjaybird]

Zombie Apocalypse AU (only took me 500 years to get around to, idk why I never had one before)

Well, I mean, what really needs to be said? Its a world where zombies are everywhere. Kinda standard stuff. And Jay's got a good array of melee weapons. From garden tools, to those usually decorative nerd weapons that some stores have, they still work if you can swing hard enough. And Jay's not a weak bitch.

Also, he's got a little tag-along; the feisty little girl named Violet.

[fxllensouls]

📖 Lily in one of those aus where the fallen kids are all monsters instead? Can't recall what that's called

I believe that AU is called Overtale! Humans and monsters switch, so Frisk (and the other fallen children, including Chara) are monsters who end up underground where the humans were banished.

Truth be told, I haven't thought of what anyone would be like in that AU, so this made me think. In the end, I made Lily a bunny-like monster. She lived with her parents in the Ruins when she was little, but it got very cramped very quickly so they eventually settled in Snowdin. She still makes food in this verse, though it's now magic food instead of regular human stuff.

[mckiingbiird]

"Nothing to see here."

He's got a Flittle perched on his head, a Wattrel and a Squackabilly perched on each shoulder and a Flamigo with its head resting on his thigh, getting scritches.

[heartheaded]

new muse alert... but specifically d&d verse has priority

DAPHNE BLAKESMITH is a triple threat class between monk (1) purple dragon fighter (12) & college of eloquence bard (7)

curtesy of tulok the barbarian on your local youtubes

[antihcroes]

because i've decided i am doing it, some info on violet's werewolf verse:

she was turned, not born, when she was about 17 - attacked while out one night

her parents don't know about it at all, she's made sure to keep it hidden especially from her father. sneaking out to the woods for every full moon

her wolf form is more similar to the 'werewolves' (shapeshifters) from twilight in the sense that she completely becomes a four-legged wolf. and like twilight, she's bigger than your average wolf. though she isn't as large/as think as those wolves. a lot more sleeker, almost cat-like

not only does she keep it hidden from her parents - she keeps it hidden from most anyone, unless she really forms a connection with someone and feels safe enough to tell them. or she meets another supernatural creature

traits she has (both in and out of wolf form) - fast healing abilities, heightened senses, superhuman endurance and strength. also has superhuman speed and agility but that is only in wolf form

her bite is infectious, but only in wolf form, can also infect by scratching. she tries to keep herself away from people as much as possible when she's in wolf form

(i just wanna note with the comparisons to twilight, she is a normal werewolf who transforms under the full moon, she is not a shapeshifter)

[acourtofkindness]

Thank you for sending in all the stories, here you can find the collection! Some of these are one-shots, some are longer stories, just click your way through them and also check out their other fics!

Five Minutes to Midnight

by @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship What if the bond snapped for Feyre when it did for Rhys? How will their journey change when they are more open and honest about things with each other.

become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognize anywhere)

by @belaBellissima “I hate you,” she said, voice breaking halfway through. The word felt so little compared to what she truly felt, the mix of hopelessness and grief and loss and fury, betrayal and desire for revenge. But it didn’t matter that the words wouldn’t come, because the feelings did. And Feyre shoved them at him, glad to see Rhysand bodily recoil, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to get away. Good. Or: The author asking how angsty can I make a canon verse amnesia!au? pretty damn angsty.

Foolish Fire

@DreamlandReader (ao3) Since the birth of their son, Feyre and Rhysand have been living in a comfortable bubble of domestic bliss, but when a freshly mated Elain ropes them into a family camping trip for Lucien's birthday, they must try to embrace adventure once again. The Erebus forest is, however, not as safe as it seems, and when Feyre and Rhys become separated from the rest of the group, they soon find that the tales of dangerous monsters prowling the woods are more than mere stories. In fact, around every corner are devious creatures and tricky beasts, just waiting for them to make a mistake.

I Knew You Were Trouble

by @rosanna-writer Every hunter had a story about the Goatman, tales whispered around campfires of a strange creature with the body of a man and the hooves and horns of a goat, the reason animals were sometimes found shredded to pieces and for the warnings to be back from the woods before dark. Black fur, they said, dark as a moonless night, and strange, otherworldly violet eyes. Feyre Archeron believed it was all a crock of shit.

Red Earth & Pouring Rain

by @separatist-apologist When Feyre's father tries to set her up with one of his high society friends' sons, Feyre does the only thing that makes sense in the moment: she fakes a Scottish fiánce. Writing him letters detailing her escapades, Feyre never expects anyone to read them. But when a mysterious uncle leaves her and her sisters three scattered castles, Feyre's forgotten fiánce appears on her doorstep, determined to make an honest woman of her yet.

Paint Again

by @reverie-tales Set in a modern alternate universe, Feyre is struggling to paint because of her grief. That is, until she receives an unexpected email that reawakens her love of painting.

Love at First Sight's For Suckers

by @rosanna-writer Rhysand had a reputation. A big reputation. But fortunately for Feyre, a newsie selling papers on the streets of Velaris, tabloid gossip about the handsome, charismatic, hard-partying war-hero of a High Lord's heir means business is booming. That is, until the city's newspaper magnates get greedy, Feyre finds herself an unwitting labor leader at the center of a strike, and Rhys becomes an unexpected ally...

Good Luck Charm

by @sweetvillaindarlinggod Feyre finds out Tamlin is cheating on her, and decides the president of his fraternity, who they both hate, is the perfect way to get revenge. Unfortunately, she's not exactly prepared for what she's signed up for.

Hate Me Instead

by @popjunkie42 Rhysand and Feyre both struggle with her first visit to the Night Court in this alternative version to early events in ACOMAF. What if Rhysand had stuck around for more for lessons and both of them were making rather poor decisions? From Rhys's POV.

Starry Eyes Sparking Up My Darkest Night

by @itsthedoodle We had danced, all of us together. And when the night had shifted toward dawn and the music became soft and honeyed, I had let Rhys take me in his arms and dance with me, slowly, until the other guests had left, until the gold disc of the sun gilded Velaris.

Bejeweled

@thesistersarcheron Every court has their own Great Rite with unique, ancient traditions. The Night Court’s priestesses have played coy with Rhysand since he inherited the throne last year about what imbuing the land with his power really means; all they tell him is that he is meant to spend the night in the Night Court’s mines dripping in ceremonial jewels while everyone else gets to attend the orgy without him. He doesn’t expect to find Feyre, a faerie made of crystal who leads him on a chase deeper and deeper into the mines as the Rite’s magic overcomes him.

we will be everything we say

by @tunaababee The gang is back together for Cassian's birthday, Rhys seeing Feyre for the first time in a little while. Things don't quite go as smoothly as anyone hopes.

The Little Tiger

by @witch-and-her-witcher Nyx runs away from home. There's a misunderstanding between mother and son.

As the River Flows

by @the-lonelybarricade "As Feyre lamented quietly over the misfortune of her life, there, in the marketplace, she heard a merchant instruct to its patron: Place a butterfly wing under your tongue before you sleep, and you will dream of your true love." Maybe my favourite Feysand fic!! Miscommunication that makes me want to scream. A+ Feyre and Rhys characterization. And a deep, deep love under it all with a backstory that makes me sees stars.

Blossoming in Winter

by @popjunkie42 Five hundred years before Amarantha’s reign Under the Mountain, Prythian and the Continent were thrust into a brutal war to abolish human slave lands and the threat of the King of Hybern. Tamlin, third son of the High Lord of Spring, has rebelled against his father to fight on behalf of the human-faerie alliance. A fae archer in his personal guard, Feyre Archeron, makes a foolhardy decision at great personal cost that changes the tide of the entire war. Rescued from torture at the hands of General Amarantha, Prince Rhysand has been sent to High Lord Thesan’s Hall of Healing in the Dawn Court. Frustrated, immobile and in disgrace with his father, Rhysand meets a fellow patient in healing who helps him see the days ahead, beyond the brutality of war. But can he make her see that future for herself?

A Court of Thorns and Roses AU set during the first Hybern war, inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn in Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Lavender Skies

by @reverie-tales Rhysand is alone in his study in the House of Wind, recollecting Feyre's visit to the Weaver's cottage. He discovers that his mother's ring might not be the only thing Feyre has recovered.

Of The Archer And The Dark

by @thesistersarcheron She is his mate, his mate, his mate. Feyre Archeron is the youngest member of the Fae nobility trapped in Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain, and she’s never known anything else; nineteen years ago, she was the last of three sisters born in the dark prison. She has never seen the stars, tasted fruit fresh from the vine, or set foot in her home court. Now, dragged before the High Queen of Prythian in her father’s last-bid attempt to settle his debts by selling his daughters’ hands in marriage, Feyre faces scrutiny from all sides: the wicked queen herself, who takes a particular interest in securing an advantageous match for her; the leaders of the rebellion against Amarantha, who already paid the bloody price of failure once; and the cruel High Lord of the Night Court, who seems to enjoy nothing more than dismantling the defenses Feyre has spent years building against monsters like him.

Finding Bryaxis

by @reverie-tales Rhys and Feyre go and search for Bryaxis. Post A Court of Wings and Ruin. Imagine ACOFAS and ACOSF didn't happen.

Traitors Never Win

by @separatist-apologist When Feyre Archeron's father promises she'll marry notorious crime boss Rhysand Moreno, Feyre will do anything to get out of the arrangement...including framing him for murder. Rhysand isn't about to let her go so easily.

High Tide Came And Brought You In

by @separatist-apologist Desperate to escape her impending marriage, Feyre throws herself from a cliffside. Anything is better than what's waiting for her.

Even the monster hiding in the waves.

Nyx's less traumatic arrival into the world

by @shallyne Feyre wakes Rhys up in the middle of the night when contractions start...

Always Lonely, Never Alone

by @shallyne Feyre lives a a lonely life in the clutches of an unhappy marriage. When she meets an old friend, she realizes that she was never alone.

Bejeweled

by @thesistersarcheron Every court has their own Great Rite with unique, ancient traditions. The Night Court’s priestesses have played coy with Rhysand since he inherited the throne last year about what imbuing the land with his power really means; all they tell him is that he is meant to spend the night in the Night Court’s mines dripping in ceremonial jewels while everyone else gets to attend the orgy without him. He doesn’t expect to find Feyre, a faerie made of crystal who leads him on a chase deeper and deeper into the mines as the Rite’s magic overcomes him.

we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

by @rosanna-writer A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches.

[skyfallscotland]

⭐ nights-verse by widebrimmedhat

Xaden Riorson/Violet Sorrengail

WIP / AU / <40k

Violet Sorrengail had a fantastic one night stand last month. The whole point of this one night stand had been to get Xaden Riorson out of her system. And she thought, maybe, she’d managed to succeed. So when she lets Liam set her up on a blind date with his foster brother, she isn’t expecting for this night to collide stunningly with that other night. But, naturally, it does.

Read one night first, then one night, and then another 🖤 Our girl Vi is almost stalkerish-ly obsessed with Xaden Riorson (who wouldn't be?) which is Not Great because he's family enemy number one, whose father may or may not have been involved in the tangled web of her brother's suspicious death. But hey, because it's our girl Vi, she fucks him anyway, and then fate (AKA bestie Liam) brings them back together again. I feel feelings coming on and I'm 100% here for it, 10/10.

[denydefeatarchived]

I never really post wishlist stuff so here, under the cut, is a long list of my muses with vague ideas for wishlists with them. DM me if you're interested in any of them. ALL of these (and all my muses tbh) are open to shipping like let's go.

Nesta - accepting eris' offer :)! Robb - making it to king's landing and winning the war, liberating the North, and getting Sansa back to safety, then having to head out and find Arya. Violet - anything in her marvel or ouat verses tbh I spent a lot of time on those Shelley - taking over the Victory Project after killing Frank. Max - coming back after that summer for the start of college, much to everyone's surprise and keeping his escapades close to the chest (idk the timeline of that show it was a fucking mess lmao) Heather - surviving pls dear goD Denny - surviving pls DEAR GOD Mark, Amanda, Lawrence, Logan - I want to write more about their dynamics with each other (these are just the four I write) as apprentices to John. We only briefly get Mark and Amanda interacting - gimme more. Bruce - let's throw out the entire mcu because it's fucking trash for him thanks. Brunnhilde - More of her relationship with Carol :( Kamala - Building of the young avengers lets GOOO Loki - anything :( Satoshi / Krad - I was always, always interested in the idea of the seal not working/lasting on the portrait and years later, Satoshi and Daisuke being re-possessed by Krad and Dark and having to deal with that as young adults, likely college aged. Too young for it to have passed onto their child, but too old to be able to use the same excuses of the past. Sid - I am fuLLY CONVINCED SID IS THE FATHER AND JESSE IS A RED HERRING (I already have this going I just wish more people cared about HIMYF) Brian - Going to NY and seeing Justin again. :)! Snow White - anything :( Charming - I have about 90420934902 aus for him honestly. I have so many ideas for this stupid idiot. Neal - surviVING AND COPARENTING WITH EMMA AND REGINA SHIPS DON'T FUCKING MEAN YOU HAVE TO KILL A GOOD CHARACTER WHO LITERALLY WAS THE REASON RUMPLESTILTSKIN MANIPULATED REGINA INTO CASTING THE FUCKING CURSE MY GOD THIS SHOW PISSES ME OFF anyways Davy Jones - returning after the 'curse' is lifted from Will Turner, because someone must always be there to ferry the souls to the other side Ben Solo - ANYTHING :( Jyn - her and Cassian getting evacuated just before the explosion and surviving, assisting the Rebellion. Finn - training as a jedi (either trilogy re-write or post trilogy) Jar Jar - i s2g if someone doesn't write with Sith Jar Jar... Anakin and Padme - either an au where she convinces him to run away with her and leave everything behind and raise their children on Naboo before Obi Wan shows up and he believes her when she says she didn't know he was there and they enlist his help in staging their deaths OR an au where he convinces her to join him on his path to the dark side. (i write both so I'll write either) Carolyn - escaping the dark planet after surviving the stabbing, living off of the creatures that would be her demise, fixing a ship in the darkness, built by lights she manages to fix throughout the rubble, and fires made along the way. finding other riddick characters / riddick himself Coriolanus Snow - Exploring more of his additions to the games and how he helped to curate them to be the spectacle they became. Annie - Not having anyone to volunteer for her so having to go through the Quarter Quell with Finnick (Hi I love PAIN). Not escaping the Arena and being taken back to the Capitol. Madge - Watching the Games with Katniss' family and thus being there when the blackouts happen and escaping District 12 with Gale and everyone else to District 13. Kili - surviving PLS Renesmee Carlie - more of her dynamic growing up in a town that's definitely got an attraction for the supernatural. Bella - not taking Edward back immediately, actually being pissed that he lied like what a dick Sam - imprinting on LEAH jfC WHAT A WASTE (or better yet, Leah being the first wolf to change and imprinting on HIM thanks) Garrett - torn between natural instincts, love for Kate, and never letting himself be tested by a challenge, learning how to survive and satiate on animal blood vs. human blood

[thekatebridgerton]

thekatebridgerton 2022 Masterlist of aus

this post is going to be long, to be fair, I think I wrote out my favorite aus in 2022. it was a great year creativity wise. So lets take a look:

If Eloise had been closer to Marina her book probably would have been more like a genderbent WHWW pt 1

au If Eloise had met Phillip while he was Married to Marina pt2

Forced Marriage au Bridgerton men edition

Bridgerton couples There was only one bed trope

List of The Bridgerton as mental illnesses darker timeline au

The hoe and the monogamist trope (saint and sinner)

Crack Encanto au post pt1

Crack Encanto au post pt2

Crack Encanto au post pt3

Which Bridgerton is the most insomniac

The Bridgertons on a scale of 1 to 8 Royalty au edition

The Bridgertons as Star wars Characters pt1

Philoise almost meeting aus

Gregnelope crackship au idea

Kanthony first words soulmate au aesthetic

Bridgerton couples mafia au p1

Kate interviewing for the wife Position au

Wallflower Penelope has no suitors because…au

Violet Bridgerton time travel fix it, multicouple oneshot

Reverse TVWL What if Kate tried to go after Benedict au

Mafia au pt 2, the Kanthony drabble

Mafia au pt3 Polin edition

Bridgerton couples Star wars au pt2 the story

Philoise College professor x student au

She’s all that polin au

Colin vs the angry wallflower and the bored modiste oneshot

Masterlist of Birdgerton rom com ideas

Polin Made of Honor au (ft bluerosejuliet)

Bridgeton couples Criminal minds au

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Abduction to love

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Best friend brother + brother’s best friend

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Two person Love Triangle

Polin Aesthetic prompt: The one that got away

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Childhood marriage promise

Polin Aesthetic prompt: friends with benefits

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Fish out of water

Addams family au vignete

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Secret baby au

Polin Aesthetic prompts: Polin in Law enforcement

Sophie as Benedict’s mistress, comedy au

Polin Aesthetic prompts: Neighbours to lovers au

Bridgerton mafia au post #4

Bridgerton couples Yandere au part 1: the plot

Bridgerton reincarnated au pt1

Bridgerton Yandere au pt 2, how it may end eventually

Bridgerton yandere au pt3

Bridgerton yandere au post #3

Bridgerton Yandere au post #4, Gregory’s take

Philoise meet cute S2 au

Reincarnated au pt2 Franchesca version

Genderbent Felicity: Felix Featherington verse pt1

Ghost x Reincarnation au pt1

Kanthony as rival fashion designers au

Kanthony Medieval warlord au

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss OG post

Kanthony twisted Cinderella au

Bridgerton Couples, write on your skin soulmate au

Bridgerton couples professional Athletes au

Reincarnation au part 2

Reincarnation au pt3: the climax of the story

Bridgerton Reincarnation au pt4: the plot thickens

Ghost x Reincarnation au pt2

Genderbent Felicity: Felix Featherington verse pt2

Reincarnation au p4

Twisted Fairytale Full au pt2

Kanthony pirate-ish au

Penelope fake Dates Phillip, Polin au

Polin meet the Robinsons idea

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss inspiration idea pt2

Bridgerton Ghost Whisper au pt1

Felix Featherington verse pt 3

Bridgerton couples Sherlock Holmes au

Reincarnation au pt5, Saphne edition

to the anon who asked which were my favorites, for the 2022 aus, its really hard to pick, I absolutely adored writing my Twisted Fairytales Bridgerton au and one of these days a will totally write a full fic about it, but also the Star Wars au and the Mafia au were so much fun!! I loved writing those. The reincarnation verse was also so good, and arghh I should have expanded on the Criminal minds au.

Long Story short, it's really hard to pick which was my favorite au to write in 2022, but the ones I listed above always make me grin like a maniac, even when I'm busy and sleep deprived.

[no2ticonderoga]

Okay, so here it is. My not-really-anticipated-by-anyone fic New Year’s Resolutions. No one cares about this but me, but I’m putting this out there into the universe in the hopes of keeping myself accountable.

So here they are. In a loose order of priority.

Finish the Regency AU wedding fic

Finish Billy Joel, David Bowie and Jay-Z.

Create some kind of interactive website/document/tumblr post where someone could click to read the entire Regency/Napoleonic AU in chronological order, regardless of which story it’s in.

Finish next Regency Piece…tentatively titled Make Sport for our Neighbors.

Finish Regency piece after that…tentatively titled: Surrounded By A Neighborhood of Voluntary Spies

Violet, my Own Dear Violet

Some future Olympics based fic set in the Senior Year-verse, possibly involving the Chase twins getting up to post-high school hijinks.

Publish a nearly completed Regency one-shot that I can’t publish until I’ve finished Arthur and Violet’s tale.

Estelle’s Regency tale….

I think that’s enough for now. If I make it through HALF that list…I’ll be doing well.

[redjaybird]

What does all the side characters have relations to Jay?

[yes that is certainly a sentence]

Well, there's Violet, who I introduced last year. She only exists in some verses. She's a kid Jay kind of saved and she ended up following him around so she's basically accidentally adopted.

Brice, who I still can't think of a design for, but he started in the pirate AU as a crewmate on the ship Jay was on, and then ended up in Bloody City because of someone else's influence (fskljfsd you know who you are). He's a himbo. He's fairly big, too. In Bloody City, he's another victim of circumstances and ended up as one of the other guys to be experimented on like Jay was. Jay kind of bullies him. Poor Brice just keeps accidentally ending up in the wrong places.

Vincent Drake is the CEO of the company Horizons, and its underground side (currently dubbed Olympus unless I think of something better?) that does the experimenting on trying to gain powers, which did eventually work, since Jay and Brice are alive and still look human (for now), among others that may or may not still be around but I'm not giving everyone names gosh. Canonically, Jay kills him, after destroying all his shit. But for funsies, I've been doing things on here with a what if he was still alive kind of deal.

Not in rotation atm, but there's also another character I have named, Beau Bishop, who was on the analytics team of Olympus, checking the results of experiments and such, seeing how far they've progressed and stuff.

[mama-qwerty]

I'd like to know more about Dread AU for the WIP Game! <3

It's an idea I've been tossing around for months, that diverges from the verse from Slow Descent. Dread is still referred to as a "dread child", but he's not found by Captain Harper and thus put through a lifetime of horrific abuse to change him into a cold-hearted killer like in that story.

In this au, (that I don't have a name for yet, because I am terrible at coming up with AU names) Dread has been on his own since he could remember, and the story begins when he's 10. He adopts the name "Dread" early on, simply because that's the way people have referred to him his entire life.

He has been stowing away on ships, acting as cabin boy if they let him, before scurrying off once they make port. He never stays in one place or with one ship too long, because even if they don't mistreat him, he never felt any sense of loyalty to them. So he kept moving.

He arrives at North Island port, where he finds Scarlett, a little manx girl his age, crying behind a burnt out husk of a house. Her parents were recently murdered, and she's all alone.

They have a bit of a rocky start (she punches him in the nose when he comes near) but are soon inseparable and develop a sibling-esque bond to survive.

I want to explore what kind of person Dread would be if he wasn't all alone and had someone who cared about him, and he cared about. He's still him, and can get tunnel vision when on the hunt for treasure, and be a bit reckless, but Scarlett acts as a grounding presence to keep him from going too batshit, and to keep him from getting himself killed when he's blinded by the lure of the score.

In return, he's her grounding force when her insecurities and anxiety start to get the better of her. And he drags her out of her comfort zone, forcing her to actually live and not hide away.

I don't have much written for it as of yet, but here's the beginning.

The dread child slipped through the streets of the port town on North Island. He didn’t bother to watch where he was going—people tended to get out of his way on their own. That was one of the few advantages of being a dread child. No one wanted to interact with him, so they didn’t bother him as he went about his business. His business today, as it was every day, was to not starve. He slid close to the various food stands lined up and down the street, his large violet eyes alert and watching for the owners. They hated him. Well, everyone hated him, but the store owners would overcome their aversion to interacting with him in favor of giving him a swat when they saw him anywhere near their wares. Sometimes with a broom, but sometimes with something heavier, or sharper. A few ships had come into port over the past few days, and the marketplace was busy and bustling with people. That was good. He could move about easier if there was a crowd keeping the stand owners’ attention. The first stand he came to was one with various cuts of meat on display. The smell hit his nose and his stomach gave a loud grumble. He hadn’t had meat in days. Saliva flooded his mouth and he swallowed hard. Just one of those chunks of mutton would fill his belly for at least two days. People surrounded him, and he lowered himself slightly, to make himself appear smaller and less detectable. Many of the people around the stand were humans, and they towered over him. There were a few non-human species—a few foxes, some sort of bird, and a turtle. None of them seemed to pay him any mind, so he slowly reached over the edge of the cart to snag a cut of leg. Just as his fingers closed over it, a large fist grabbed his wrist. “What d’ya think you’re doin’, rat?” He snapped his head around, coming face to face with the large boar behind the stand. Angry red eyes burned into his violet, and the boy shrank beneath the heavy gaze. “I find your filthy fingers on my wares again, and I’ll chop ‘em off,” the boar growled, and brought a large meat cleaver from beneath the counter as emphasis. The metal caught the sun, and it flashed a blinding reflection into the boy’s eyes. “Get it?” The dread child nodded frantically. The boar snarled at him a moment longer, before releasing his hold on the boy’s wrist. Not wanting to overstay his welcome, the boy hurried off to hide in one of the side streets. His stomach growled, as if scolding him for his failure.

[phantomstatistician]

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Summary: You’re something of a masochist. Have to be, messing around with one of the most dangerous men in the country. 

Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut, Mafia!Verse, Modern AU

Word Count: ~4.1k 

Warnings: Alcohol, Female Reader, Language, Dubcon, Explicit Description of Sex, Restraints, Fingering, Pet Names, Dacryphilia (if ya squint), Crime Lord Kyojuro, Word Vomit, MDNI!

Thank you so much for reading! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

There’s something about the Rémy Martin coursing through your system. Something about the orange and violet lights strobing overhead, piercing through the fog and amorous atmosphere. And it draws you to the dancefloor like a moth to a flame.

The music vibrates the floor; pulses through your veins whilst an intoxicating warmth overtakes you. You don a sloppy grin as you place the remnants of your drink down on the bar with a soft clack.

The bartender quirks a brow in the midst of shining a highball glass. His mouth pulls into a taut line as he glances at you. An inaudible warning to take care of yourself; you know who this club belongs to. Know how he feels about you getting carried away and blatantly defying him. You shrug. He’s always watching, even when not personally present. Has eyes in every corner and crevice. But you’ll be damned if you let that notion spoil your fun.

You haul yourself up from the barstool. Meld into the sea of sweating, writhing bodies, arms thrust skyward. Everyone is under the influence of something. Alcohol, drugs, lust. Everyone’s trying to feel alive in this cynical world. The rhythm moves through you, taking possession of your hips and luring them into a sinful wind. Your fingers glide through the silken tresses of your 360 lace wig. Your free hand skates over your curves, burning through the chiffon of your Chanel dress.

You’re enraptured by the thrill of it all and the song blaring from the speakers. And you hardly notice the virile hands molding to your waist until you are dragged back into a wall of solid muscle, a soft gasp torn from your lips.

Your smugness grows tenfold as the scent of Tom Ford cologne teases your dulled senses. He smells expensive. Feels just as captivating whilst you reach back to twine your arms around his slender neck. Curved lips press into your jugular, wiry strands ghosting over your shoulder. Pushing up on the boss’ girl. How cheeky.

Your dance partner guides your body into a sensual sway. You pop your ass against him, feeling the strength of his body and girth. Might as well enjoy yourself while you can. You didn’t sneak out of that fortress just to drink yourself into a stupor. Only a matter of time before his goons show up to take you back.

Speaking of which…

You feel them before you see them. A set of striking, ocher eyes observing you through the throng of people. You halt your movements, breath corked in your throat. See the telltale ponytail settled atop his head, flaxen locks spilling about his shoulders.

Rengoku Kyojuro is a stark cutout against the men who tower over him, standing dutifully at his sides. He radiates power. Power that bends and warps and parts the sea of clubgoers as recognition descends onto their features. He wears a customary, close-eyed smile, though you catch its minute spasms as he seethes with muted irritation. And when his eyes flit to the left, followed by a snap of his fingers, you know that this can’t be good.

You turn swiftly, snatching your dance partner to ear level with a fistful of hair. “Get lost,” you mutter, shoving against the hardened planes of his chest. Maybe you can spare this one a horrible fate. He shouldn’t have to pay for your carelessness. You just wanted to have a little fun.

He looks at you, blinking lamely. “W-what? Why?”

You sigh, smoothing out the wrinkles of your dress. Roll your eyes with a soft tch. They always ask questions. Always prolong the inevitable. Why does no one ever listen to you? You don’t bother watching as your former dance partner yelps, no doubt scooped up by one of Kyojuro’s lackeys. And when you pivot on your red bottoms to beat a hasty retreat, five sweltering digits encase your forearm. Enough pressure to halt your escape and remind you of his potency, but not bruising. Fuck. You roll your eyes, avoiding his steely gaze at all costs. This won’t end well.

Hot breath fans across your cheek. Works with the liquor pulsing through your limbs to make you dizzy. “Be a good girl and come home to daddy, hmm?” Kyojuro orders in a syrupy tone. Loud enough for only you to hear whilst he coils a lock of your hair around his finger.

Your eyes interlock for the briefest of seconds, and you almost forget how to breathe. Danger simmers beneath his countenance, though he rarely directs his ire at you. And even though you’ve been a sassy little shit and snuck away despite his instructions, he’s surprisingly tame. As if he expected you to challenge him. You wouldn’t be his girl otherwise.

You test his hold, trying in vain to snatch your arm back. He only grips you tighter. Still wears that insufferable smile, though a vein visibly throbs in his temple. You always test his patience, and he, yours. You exhale loudly whilst he drops his heavy coat onto your shoulders. Fight again to free yourself, but he’s suddenly behind you, a forceful hand at the small of your back. Ever the gentleman despite the monster he truly is.

You reluctantly allow yourself to be led out of the club, fenced in by his bodyguards. Stumble outside into the glacial arms of autumn. And then Kyojuro wordlessly tucks you into the backseat of a Navigator, maneuvering himself to the opposite side to join you. Callused fingers grip your thigh, divulging the contents of their owner’s mind in their ironclad embrace.

Disobey him again, and the consequences will be dire.  

A shock of white hair moves within your peripheral. Swims behind tinted windows, a sense of urgency in his stride before the SUV crawls away from the block.

That was Shinazugawa. Someone you often see in passing, though you rarely spot him outside of meetings at Kyojuro’s house.

What the fuck is he doing here?

——

A prisoner.

That’s the best way to describe yourself. A prisoner held snug between tall doors, stone-gray walls, and a horde of Kyojuro’s men. Goons that circle the tucked-away loft like wolves in search of a morsel of action.

You wonder why Kyojuro is going to such lengths to keep you stowed away like Rapunzel. He never fully divulges the goings-on of his organization to you. Figures it’s best to keep you in the dark because you’re his prized possession, and he will do anything to protect you. From what, you haven’t the foggiest. And you’re not as foolish as you let on. You know your boyfriend isn’t the upstanding citizen he portrays himself as.

You sigh. Scoop your coif into a bun. A few curls waterfall out to graze the base of your neck. You’re poured into a plush robe beneath dim lights in the master bathroom. You’re calm now. Already dropped your shoulders and eased your way out of your wig, dress, and makeup. You lean over the glistening marble counter, a crisp glass of water held to your lips. Your reflection sneers at you, sunken-in eyes clearly dissatisfied with your plight.

You’d argued the whole drive back. Well, more like you talked shit, and Kyojuro just nodded at your griping, still wearing that cocksure grin. Still held fast to your thigh as if you’d tuck and roll out of the SUV if he let go. Despite your bitching, the blond wouldn’t take you back to your apartment. Said it was too dangerous, so you’d have to lay low at his place until things blew over. Whatever the fuck that meant.

A steaming bath awaited you upstairs after Kyojuro commented, “you’re tense and need to relax,” while slipping your sandals off your feet. Coaxed you into a succulent kiss that pilfered your breath, and then he left you alone to go handle some business downstairs.

You glare at the large marble tub, which beckons you with its steam and lavender scent. Littered with pink roses and seasoned with Epsom salt. It’s his peace offering.

After throwing back a couple of tabs of Tylenol, you concede, chasing the papery taste with water. The robe plops heavily onto the floor before you dip in your toe to test the bath’s temperature.

Petals cling to your skin whilst you submerge yourself in warm water. Moonlight dances across the rippling waves as you drag your hands across the surface, entranced by the refracted light. You hug your knees to your chest. Release a satisfied hum, sweat gradually beading on your temple. Your eyes slide shut. For a moment, you embrace the solitude. You’re used to it, after all. It’s all you’ve had to keep you company—save for the bodyguards posted outside your door—for the past week. You unfurl yourself, leaning against the tub’s rim.

You’re so comfortable that you don’t register when he enters. Just feel the room’s pressure shift and his cold rings imprinting themselves on your jawline. Eyes spring open to ingest shades of red and gold, and his doting orbs trained on you. Kyojuro cups your chin tenderly. Leans down to steal the taste of your lips. And before you can entice him into something lengthier with a hand snuck into the hairs of his nape, he tears away.

“I made a good call with the bath then,” Kyojuro notes, burying his digits in your coils. He massages your scalp with care. Works out the kinks in your neck, pulling a contented sound from you. You melt into his touch, fingers tip-toeing over his forearms.

“Maybe,” comes your breathy reply.

Kyojuro chuckles, the sound husky and enticing. His fingers flee from your hair, trailing down the sides of your neck, shoulders, and further still. Goosepimples erupt on your skin, breath held in anticipation as his sizeable hands dip into your bathwater. He drags his nails up your ribcage. Ghosts them over the cusps of your breasts before gently weighing them in his palms. Kyojuro squeezes your tits together with lazy rotations, drawing a strained whimper from you. You’ve been so touch-starved lately. Displayed with how you pinch your thighs together and undulate your hips whilst he rolls your nipples between the hardened pads of his fingers.    

His fluffy tresses graze your collarbone as he blisters your neck with kisses. Murmurs into your slick flesh, “you should go shopping tomorrow. Buy yourself something nice. Maybe stop by that bistro you like and have some brunch.”

You take his wrists in your tiny hands, twirling to face him. Your brows have a hopeful quirk while his own knit with confusion. With an optimistic lilt, you ask, “will you be joining me?”

The silence that follows; it’s deafening and weighs heavily on your shoulders. Sinks its arctic claws into you. You know the answer before he utters a word. Kyojuro averts his gaze. Sheepishly rubs the scruff of his neck, a cautious smile on his lips. “I…have some things to take care of tomorrow.”

Your demeanor quickly shifts from sweet to sour. “Of course you do,” you grate, kicking off to the opposite side of the tub. You swat Kyojuro’s hand away, receding into yourself, pulled into the fetal position. A pout descends onto your face. What good is being his girl if you barely get to see him? What use are these lavish gifts, this luxurious lifestyle, if you never experience them together? If you rarely get to flaunt them around him?

Some days, you feel like nothing more than a trophy. Some eye candy wrapped prettily around his arm to keep up his pretense of normalcy. Maybe if he spent more time adoring you and less of it treating you like a child, like a burden, you wouldn’t act like one.

“Darling,” Kyojuro ventures, timbre soft and hesitant. Something that he only does for you. A way he only speaks to you.

“No. Don’t let me interfere with whatever business you’ve got going on. God knows you could give two shits what I want, anyway. Like you give a fuck what I need. Selfish prick. I hope whatever bitch you leave me to lay up with every night is worth it.” You know you’ve struck a nerve. Hit it with laser precision because he’s wide-eyed, and something akin to anguish sits on his countenance.

For a moment, the only sound between you is the gentle slosh of your bathwater. He finally releases a shaky sigh. Gathers himself up from the floor to make his way to the door. Halfway through the threshold, Kyojuro glances back at you with some parting words.

“You are safe here. I wish to keep it that way. I cannot tell you everything. But know that you are my top priority. The sooner you stop fighting me and allow me to care for you, the easier your time here will be.” The door clicks shut with finality. Every egotistical ounce of him fades from the room with his departure, leaving you in the company of your intrusive thoughts.

You sink into the water. A simmering pot of rage as you blow bubbles. Fuck Kyojuro and his secrets. Top priority, your ass. Why isn't he still here with you if you're so important? Trying to get to the heart of the matter instead of sitting in a jerk circle with his lackeys?    

——

You enjoyed it as much as you could—what remained of your bath. Though the water had grown lukewarm by the time you were done seething.

You plait your hair. Rub body oil into your skin and dab your favorite scent behind your ears. Slide into one of Kyojuro’s dress shirts, its sleeves spilling past your fingertips. It’s clearly too big, but you couldn’t care less. A matching lingerie set lies beneath, the lace complimenting your coppery skin. You intentionally forgo bottoms. Know precisely what you’re doing when you traipse down the stairs with your honey thighs on full display.

Pink, alabaster, and ebony locks dance in your peripheral. They speak in hushed tones. Soft murmurs that you can’t be bothered to decipher, Kyojuro and his boys. You won’t disrupt their meeting. Don’t really care to. You just came down for a drink and maybe to incite a little mischief.

All eyes are glued to you when you make your grand entrance in the kitchen. Fastened to your every move, watching you like you are the tastiest morsel to ever grace their sight. And you’re here for it. Specifically, the pair of amber eyes brewing with a quieted fury as you strut about like a peacock.

Your lips quirk as you grab the fridge handle and throw it open. Make a show of drinking orange juice straight from the bottle. The refreshing, glacial liquid gushes into your mouth. A bit of it dribbles down your chin to stain the collar of your borrowed button-up. The clearing of a throat cuts through your sinful display as you lustfully greedily gulp down the sweet nectar.

“Darling,” Kyojuro calls, drawing your attention to him. His irises swim with a warning, though he wears that unwavering smile. Your expression is deceptively innocent whilst he pinches the bridge of his nose, nearing his limit. “Would you mind waiting for me upstairs?” There’s finality in his voice. It’s more of a command than a request, but you pretend not to notice. You’re not one of his lapdogs. Regardless of your predicament, you won’t let him order you around. He doesn’t own you.  

You give him a haughty look. Kick the refrigerator door closed. Jut your chin out whilst sashaying to the island amid the kitchen. You lean over it, never relinquishing eye contact with the most dangerous man in the room. Make a point to poke your ass out, the cotton fabric rising just enough for your ample cheeks to peek out.

Kyojuro’s brows furrow. His men pointedly ignore you, averting their gazes this way and that. The tension between you is thick. Thick enough to cut with a switchblade. A few moments tick by with you both wordlessly challenging one another. With you defiantly slurping on your juice, loosening the buttons of your shirt under the guise of it “getting kinda sticky,” the swell of your breasts peeping out for all to see.

He breaks. Moves without warning. Swoops in like a hawk descending onto its prey. Tengen sputters, Sanemi gawks, Mitsuri yelps. Kyojuro looms over you, his threatening aura swallowing you whole. He seizes your wrist, the bottle clattering loudly on the tiled floor. Teeth grit and a vein visibly throbbing in his temple. He’s caught you off guard, but you won’t relent. You’re something of a masochist, constantly testing your limits. Always pushing him to the edge. Try to snatch your hand back, but Kyojuro tightens his grip, looking down at you through half-slit eyes.

You suddenly squeak, wind ripped from your lungs. You’re swiftly hauled onto Kyojuro’s brawny shoulders. Blink dumbly, thrown off-kilter as your world tilts. He ascends the stairs with you in tow, wearing you around his neck like a pig ready to roast, your wrists and ankles snared in his hands. Before disappearing into the hallway, the blond tells his henchmen to "carry on. It may be a while before I return." Though you squirm and shout obscenities, you can’t break free.

An eep escapes you while he callously tosses you onto the cool silk sheets. In no time, Kyojuro climbs over you like a prowling tiger. He cages you beneath scorching strength, your hands pinned overhead in a steely grip. “Allow me to fix that attitude of yours,” he supplies, scowling while his scarlet necktie whizzes from his collar.

You wriggle beneath him. Thrash about wildly, kicking and snarling. The silk tie bites into your wrists as he swiftly binds them together. Tight enough to leave grooves on your fragile skin. You’re wide-eyed. Anxiety twisting your gut in knots, anticipation coloring your veins. “What’s wrong, darling?” he inquiries facetiously, holding you down against the rumpled sheets. Plucks a few buttons of his dress shirt open, revealing his bronze pectoral muscles. You try not to salivate. He’s a gorgeous man; you could never deny that. Doesn’t make you despise him any less, though. “Am I not giving you the attention you so desperately crave?”    

“Fuck you!” you spit, writhing about like a fish out of water.

“I plan to.” Kyojuro’s eyes plunge into a tantalizing shade of cinnamon. He’s bathed by moonlight that floods in through the windows. Towers over you, a dark silhouette nestled between your legs, nudging them further apart. “Is this not what you wanted, darling?” He drops down to claim your lips, but you audaciously twist your head against the pillow, and his mouth singes your jaw. Your eyes become glassy, burning hot with the threat of tears. You won’t let him see you cry. Won’t give him that satisfaction.

Fingers around your chin force you to look at him. Force you to ingest his smoldering orbs as they pan in. He kisses you fully on the lips this time. Slants his mouth against yours, possessive tongue pushing past the barrier of your teeth. He leaves no part of your mouth unscathed. Paints the crevices of it with delicious, artful strokes. Evokes pitiful whimpers from your throat while he molds his hips to yours like a puzzle piece. His dick prods your inner thigh. Steadily hardens against your center as he ruts against you with all the eagerness of a beast in heat.

You feel disgusting when your body heats up. When your panties gradually darken with arousal. You test your restraints, wanting nothing more than to feel the solid contours of Kyojuro’s body rippling under your hands. Drizzle desperate whimpers into him, his fingertips blazing a path down your stomach in search of the treasure betwixt your thighs. And he finds it so easily. Always does. Always makes you arch your back just like that and moan so beautifully, a pleased sigh rushing through your nostrils. Kyojuro smirks against your lips. Massages your clothed mound with a flattened palm, working you into a soft keening puddle.

“Right there, baby?” he rhetorically questions. He knows full well what it takes to get you hot and bothered. Knows what he’s doing to you when he suddenly jerks your panties to the side, pulling your pretty, golden pussy lips apart. And oh, fuck. When he finds your tiny, vulnerable clitoris throbbing solely for him…

Kyojuro bites your lip. Tugs upon it ruthlessly whilst he flicks your sweltering bulb. Sends electrical currents through your limbs, igniting every erogenous zone on your body. And your cunt starts driveling when he strokes you just right.

For a moment, you relent. Halt the battle against your mind and your disdain for the blond between your legs. You allow yourself to fall prey to his ministrations. Allow yourself to feel his lips dragging down your neck, dotting the crook of your shoulder with love bites. He continues southward, tongue flickering against your puckering nipples through the thin lace of your bra. His chest rumbles with deep groans while you unfold like a flower seeking the sun underneath him.          

“So beautiful,” Kyojuro growls into your breast, dipping a finger into your opening. Your ripe scent permeates the air. And his finger continually driving into you only heightens the potency of your aroma. Further fans the flame singeing his chest. His flaxen tresses fall into his face as he watches you. Greedily drinks you up as you fall apart. You’re his for the taking. His perfect little princess. So close. So fucking close. It won’t be much longer. Kyojuro alternates between plunging his finger deep into your cunt and unsheathing it to slather your clitoris with your sticky cream. Your breath hitches. Hips still. Light spots flicker in your vision.

“Close, baby?” Kyojuro purrs, seeking out your mouth again. The lewd squelching of your sex fills the room. Further pushes you to the brink of chaos.   

With whatever bit of strength you have remaining, you spew out, “f-fuck you! I hate you!” amid an onslaught of wet kisses plastered on your chin. Tears scorch the sides of your face, staining the pillows below. “I hate you so fucking mu-huch!” But at this moment, you can’t decide who you hate more: yourself for giving into him again. Or Kyojuro for using sex as a temporary band-aid to mend the fissures of your crumbling relationship.  

“You can’t possibly mean that. Not when your body cries out to me like this.” Kyojuro pinches your clit, causing a kaleidoscope of colors to dance across your eyes. You cum on his command. In waves that cause your hips to stutter and your mouth to loll open in a silent ‘o.’

He strokes you through your release. Is patient and tender when you crash back down from the heavens into the plush mattress. And then, you hear the soft clink of his belt buckle being undone whilst his lips pan in to stamp yours with a searing kiss. You swallow thickly. You know what comes next.

“Oh, darling,” he breathes, a sinister smirk descending onto his face, “did you think that I was done with you?”

——

You awaken to sunrays kissing your skin, consciousness dribbling in like you’ve resurfaced from water. You sit up slowly, pulling the fluffy comforter around your torso to maintain some modesty. Though it hardly matters because…  

The space beside you is cold and bare. The only indication of the bed once being occupied is the faint indentation of his body and slight traces of Yves Saint Laurent cologne clinging to the pillows. This is typical. This is Kyojuro. He’s always gone before the sun rises, leaving you high and dry like some wanton slut. Left to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and scrub off the remnants of your tryst. Tears singe your eyes, but you hold them at bay. You should be used to this by now. Yet it doesn’t hurt any less each time you wake up alone in a spacious, quiet room.  

You turn toward the window, suddenly stilling. Crimson and gold flower petals greet you. Scattered intricately amongst the sheets. You follow their trail to the floor. Suck in a breath at the view. A sea of roses and sunflowers beckon you from below. So many bouquets that you can hardly see the hardwood beneath. You’d surely step on them. Like a gentle wave, they wade between colors, leading all the way to the door and decorating the bathroom’s entryway. He knows they’re your favorite combination.

A light buzz captures your attention, your phone chiming on the nightstand. With a shaky hand, you retrieve it. Don’t even have to unlock it with the notification clear as day scrawled across your lock screen. And like a feeble dam, you splinter, hot tears spilling in rivulets down your cheeks. You sob quietly into your hand, your cell clutched to your chest.

Kyo💕 [7:10 A.M.]: I’m sorry.

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