#viper 🐍

[chiaraanatra]

Falling Like This

Request: Hey love! I was listening to “Sure Be Cool If You Did” by Blake Shelton and immediately thought of sending you a request! Could you write something based on this?! 😘 - @callsign-viper

Summary: After everything that happened (reuniting with you, watching you break up with your boyfriend, and training at Top Gun), Jake decides to go after what he wants. Or the one where Jake falls madly in love with you all over again.

Warnings: alcohol mentioned, a little grab ass, kissing, fluff out the ass, nicknames (Stinger, Honeybee, pretty girl, darlin'), pilot!reader.

Word Count: 1k

AN: Well it took almost a year and I apologize for that! At first, I thought this would be a prequel to Break Up in a Small Town but it turned into a sequel. I think this is a more loose interpretation of the song but I'm happy with how it turned out. Thank you so much @callsign-viper for these requests I had so much fun with them. 💜

For parts 1 & 2 of this accidental series: pt 1: Cop Car || pt 2: Break up in a Small Town

《 m.list || ao3 》

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin POV

God, you were beautiful. You were always beautiful, but there was something about the way your outfit hung on your frame perfectly and how the neon lights from the bar signs made you glow. If looks could kill, Hangman would have been a dead man.

He had told himself that he was going to take things slow, have a drink or two, and get reacquainted after a few years of not seeing each other. Not long ago he had a front-row seat to your decently shitty breakup and you were both going through the stresses of Top Gun training.

But here you both were, sitting at a high-top table across from one another. One drink turned into a few, one hour turned into several, and Penny had just shouted last call.

Have we really been sitting here all night?

He watched as you dragged your finger along the rim of your empty glass, “Pretty sure Penny’s gonna kick us out soon.”

"Yeah." His next words came before he could stop himself, "Is it wrong to say I don’t want this night to end just yet?" He wanted to blame his boldness on the alcohol, but the last drink order was an hour ago and you were both pretty sober.

Thankfully you appeared to be feeling just as bold, “Who said it has to?” It had been a little bit since you broke up with Tom. You and Jake had been spending more and more time together and everything felt like it was falling into place.

A signature grin was plastered on his face, "Whatcha have in mind, Honeybee?"

A smile made its way onto your lips at the nickname. He loved the way the name fell from his lips and seeing your reactions. You had always been his Honeybee. It had started as a joke, a play on the callsign given to you at the academy. Stinger: precise and direct, making a "beeline" to the point regardless of the sting. But Jake had known you since high school and you were still the girl that he could easily embarrass, melting like sweet honey in his hands.

Your eyes darted to the picturesque view of the beach contained within the Hard Deck's back window. "Up for a little walk on the beach?" He could hear a slight bit of apprehension in your voice.

Without a word he stood up, holding out his hand to lead you towards the exit. On the way, he placed cash on the bar for Penny. You stopped at his truck leaving your shoes behind and he watched as you made a beeline for the beach.

Jake took a moment to just watch you, how the moonlight danced across your skin. After a minute, he couldn't stand that he wasn't closer, couldn’t stand that he wasn’t touching you, holding you, kissing you.

He snuck up behind you, arms finding their way around your waist. He picked you up effortlessly and spun you around. You both couldn't help but laugh before he set you down. His hands made their way to your cheeks, taking in every detail of your face. Jake could swear your eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

Before he got a chance to ask, your lips were on his, arms snaking around his neck pulling him closer. Your lips were soft and warm, sweet like honey. His tongue dragged along your bottom lip as if to ask for permission. Without hesitation, your mouth opened, and your tongues danced with one another. Jake all but wanted to devour you in that very moment.

With bated breath he backed away slightly, wanting to share the thoughts swimming in his mind. "I wish I never let you go… We could have made the distance work…"

You ran your fingers gently through his golden locks, interrupting his spiral, "Hush. What matters is that we're here now. Together." Your touch and words put him at ease while simultaneously creating a fire within him.

Without a word he lifted you up, one arm caressing your lower back, the other supporting your legs. You gave him a questioning look. "Jake..?" His only reply to your inquiry was a devilish smile, quickly making his way into the water. "Seresin!" Now the two of you were completely soaked and laughing like fools.

"Common darlin'," his Texas accent was more prominent, "a little water never hurt anyone." he switched his hold on you, wrapping your legs around his waist. His next statement came from nowhere, but he just couldn't help himself, "What if I just dropped you right now?"

“Jake… You wouldn't dar-" Jake didn't let you finish, releasing you from his grasp. He watched as you fell into the crystal blue ocean, knowing that you would have done the same to him if you were in his position.

He wasn't wrong, so it was surprising that he didn't anticipate your next move. You came up from behind, jumping on top of him which effectively caused him to fall into the water himself. When he got his footing back, a splash of water hit his face. The sounds of your laughter and crashing waves were like music to his ears.

He pushed back his wet hair before holding his hands up in the air. "Truce?"

You moved in closer before wrapping your arms around him, "Truce."

One hand moved into your hair while the other found purchase on your ass. The warm Pacific waters enveloped you both as your bodies melted into one another. Jake pulled you in for another searing kiss, this one more frantic than the last, all tongues, teeth, and hands. If he had it his way, this is how the two of you would spend the rest of your lives, heated kisses and close bodies.

Jake pulled back, taking in your dazed look and the want in your eyes. He pressed his lips to the top of your head before whispering, "How about I get you home, pretty girl?"

"Only if you promise to stay." When you looked up at him, Jake swore that you would be the eventual death of him, a death he would gladly welcome with open arms.

"I think we can make that happen."

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Taglist: @callsign-viper @luckyladycreator2 @saturnsbabe69 @desert-fern @pono-pura-vida @djs8891 @dempy

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[fireflysprincess]

Thinking about the des.astar arc with my ge.ats s/i bc that era was fucked for him

[gem-galaxises-riptides]

These three challenge you to a fight. What do you do?

[crystallizsch]

i had a vision is it a good one? that's debatable

[starry-night-rose]

Sorry for this late response but yeah! Ellis and Kei can totally go on a tempura break together! It’s her treat! Like seriously she won’t let Ellis pay because it wouldn’t sit right with her if someone younger than her paid for her food.😭

Oh no! I don’t mind the late response at all :D

Aww, Ellis would absolutely love being treated to tempura with Kei! Ellis would probably try to treat Kei back with some kind of sweet treat thing! Honestly, Ellis would definitely try to pay or at least offer to help pay for Kei! She just really wants to help out!

[sagekiosk]

Golden Cuffs ☀️🦦

Kalim x Reader — Yandere — Romantic — TWST

I had fun writing this one too, sorry if it isn’t what you were looking for!

TW: Yandere stuff, probably bad grammar, Maybe OOC Kalim too so sorry about that

Kalim’s obsession started after Jamil’s Overblot. At first it was just small things. You thought it was nice, how he would bring you trinkets with the excuse of ‘this reminded me of you!’. Inviting you to parties he hosted, you thought he was just being thankful.

He was also really clingy, clinging onto you all day long. He would try to get your attention on him as much as he can. You thought that it would die down soon but.. oh dear, how wrong you were.

As time progressed Kalim became more suffocating to be around. He was always there, when it seemed like he wasn’t and you finally got some alone time.. he just appeared! He always finds you somehow.

and the gifts he gives you? Too much at this point, you’re grateful for them! Really you are, but he gives too much that you ran out of space in Ramshackle. you tried to confront Kalim about it but he responds with ‘Do you not like the gifts? Of course you don’t.. you deserve something much better!’ and proceeds to buy 20 golden elephant statues for you.

He always invites you to parties too! And he’s always by your side saying that your his partner.

it’s draining on how every second he’s the only thing you see. The only voice you could ever hear, and how your friends start becoming more distant. It’s confusing and tiring. But when you catch Jamil using snake whisperer on them one time, it all just clicked.

Kalim was the reason why all of ur friends were so distant. A thousand of reasons conjured up inside your head. You tried to get help from others, but they just thought you were lying or being delusional. “Kalim? No way he would do that!” would be their usual response. Of course no one would believe you, Kalim was the ‘sweet innocent sunshine’ Housewarden. The one who’s super generous and outgoing! Your probably just being delusional.

But you aren’t, you know you’re not delusional, and you’re not overthinking it either. You witnessed it! So why does everybody think you’re just taking it as a misunderstanding? Why do they think that you’re lying?

They give you judging looks, saying you’re being ungrateful or just a bit too spoiled. They tell you that you’re just a gold digger. Its so tiring when you have nobody on your side

Honestly at this point you didn’t know what to do. You decided to deal with it the next day, going to bed. You snuggle into the comforts of your sheets and slowly fall asleep without Grim for once, since he’s having a sleepover at Heartslabyul

Next morning you wake up and get ready for the day. Everybody has been giving you snarky looks and whispering about the things you said yesterday. Hopefully it would die down soon.

Walking to your class you notice there’s a crowd surrounding your table. Shooing they away you notice a gift on your desk. And by the golden shiny wrapping you already know who’s it from.

You sharply inhaled then kept the gift in your bag deciding to open it later. People started murmuring as if you couldn’t hear them, as if you weren’t there. And it pissed you off bad. You clenched your fists tightly, you’re so tired of this.

After class ended you decided to go into a more secluded area to open up the gift. When you did what you found inside was a letter with what you think is Kalims handwriting and a golden bracelet that had rubies on them.

It looked expensive, like, really expensive.

Picking up the letter expecting to read a long letter and some invitation to a party at the end, the letter was actually quite short. Which made you a bit anxious actually—

‘Dear Y/n, Please visit Scarabia right when class ends, I’ll be waiting!’

Oh? You hum folding the paper back into a little square placing it back in the box. Maybe it’s a good time to talk to Kalim about what you saw recently, maybe you just needed to clear up a misunderstanding.

You grab the bracelet and wore it around your wrist. It fit you quite nicely, honestly.

You hope nothing bad will happen.

Walking down the halls of Scarabia you notice that it’s less lively than usual. Kalim wasn’t there to greet you, so you hope that his attitude was changing. You enter the main room and notice the lights are dimly lit. “Kalim? Are you there?” You called out for him. Suddenly you heard trumpets, then drums.. the lights turn on and you see Kalim on an elephant—

What the hell is going on.

it all happened so quickly, you weren’t even sure how Kalim got down the elephant- he’s holding your hand and looking at you with adoring eyes.

You were just frozen on the spot, then you realize that the whole Scarabia was there. Watching you and Kalim. Okay what was this whole thing about. You look back at Kalim with your eyes wide.

“Y/n, I know we’ve been friends for some time.. but I’ve been wanting to take things further with you!”

No, no you don’t- please don’t do this to me-

He brings your hand up to his lips giving your hand a soft kiss. His cheeks turning a bit red

“So, what do you say? Will you be mine?” he asked looking up back at you with half lidded eyes. You stood there stunned. Does Kalim not know the situation he put you in? No actually, it’s not like you even have a choice in this situation.. do you? Of course not.

Your eyes dart around the room looking for Jamil, but you don’t find him. Why Is he not here to help you out of this situation? When you needed him the most-

“Jewel?” Kalim called out to you still waiting for an answer. You trembled slightly taking a deep breath. You nodded and Kalims smile widens. You hate it

He pulls you into a hug and everyone cheers, it’s gonna be a long night.

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BOOM! Done, sorry again if this too long— I was busy remembering the plot then redoing the plot— and yada yada. Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed <3

[greenapplebling]

I'm sure I said this before but something something Jamil never says he loves Kalim but makes him feel loved and Kalim repeatedly tells Jamil he loves him but doesn't make him feel loved

[rottenappleinthebox]

'Cuz you're the shade and I'm the sunshine!

I-I'm late for lesbian visibility week *sad noises*

[honey-minded-hivemind]

here are some more ideas for the Reader from Naga AU, and all the presented art is NOT MINE AND I DO NOT APPROPRIATE THEM FOR MYSELF!

Ooooooo... Which Naga AU? The one with Creed Reader? The snake aliens au with @crowwithguns? Or the regular naga aus? I like these! The artists did an amazing job! I especially like the viper and king cobra characters! I think they're neat!

I imagine Naga or snake alien Reader is a little different, being more prone to exploration and studying other species and disasters, rather than staying interested in just their own species. I imagine there a pretty chill person, maybe a little bubbly. If it's Creed Reader as a Naga, they're more jumpy and anxious, but still have a heart of gold.

@pfosi What do you think of any of the snake people aus? Any favorites? What is your favorite type of snake?

[chiaraanatra]

IT's me coming back for another country song request!

What about break up in a small town by sam hunt. Pilot!reader and Jake?!

Love your work!!

Viper, I love you and your work so much! The fact that you requested anything from me makes me melt! I hope you like this!

Break Up in a Small Town

I know you have another request and I’m thinking of making that about their time at the academy.

[fireflysprincess]

Oh I went to a con this weekend with twin!!!

Thought it'd be a funny thing to dress up like my ge.ats and bu.ild s/is and carry my bu.ffa and gre.ase plushies with me <3

[gem-galaxises-riptides]

Felt cute~ might shatter some gems later <33

-VIPER 🐍

(Olivine: Gates, Verdelite: VIPER)

[EDIT: I wanted to add some close ups]

[crystallizsch]

i’m telling you the snakes are just Little Guys

>:(

also: the uncolored/original version bc i kinda like this one too and yes this outfit is a mix of his overblot outfit and book 7 dream outfit (+ some creative liberties)

[moonyasnow]

Li Donia Fawq

—Prologue—

White-Skinned Stranger in a Land of Gold

OC(S) : Artemisia OTHER CHARACTER(S) : Jamil

OC x TWST : Artemil 🐍x🦢

TYPE : Fic (~2.8k words)

Rushing to board the first ship she was allowed passage on before the chill of winter, looming in the air, froze the ports solid, a girl of high standing crossed the ocean.

She arrived in a foreign land covered in sand, glistening like gold under the harsh desert sun...

-Jamil-

In the easternmost section of the Zahab market, close to the docks and barely even in view of the shade provided by the inside of the markets, only newly arrived foreign merchants with no trade ties to the Asim family frequently conducted their business. It made many of the wares cheaper, to make up for the lack of validity no official stamp of approval would obviously garner. Or, not wanting to sacrifice profits, some merchants would go out of their way to sell rare goods. Or good they told people were rare, but were in all reality little but cheap knock-offs dressed up in pretty ribbons. Though in practice, for an untrained eye it was often hard to tell which was which.

"400 dinar!" The face of the merchant, dressed in a foreign-looking wool tunic, was twisted in a calculated business-smile. Jamil's eyes almost couldn't help but widen at the sum. Almost.

'400…' he repeated in disbelief, tempering a scowl before it could grace his face, which he instead formed into a careful expression of neutrality. Flipping through the tome in his hands he studied it further. There were little notes scrawled on the edges of a few of the pages. He allowed his brow to quirk. It was an old tome, the pages thin and brittle.

'The copy we had was much higher quality than this one. But, it will do. Thank the stars that at least Kalim isn't very particular when it comes to books.'

With the 'sorting' of the books at her stand; not by author nor topic, some of them even stacked with their spines facing away from the crowd, he thought her an utter imbecile of a merchant. A first-timer. And so, he didn't trust for one second that her wares weren't either fakes, stolen, or that she would have any real estimate of their value in the first place. In his scan, he felt a faint thrum of magic coming from a thin, empty notebook bound with a strange, almost furry leather.

"Quite a bold sum to ask for something that could barely be worth 200." He glanced up, an unimpressed expression on his face. "Books on Land of Dawning history are by no means rare enough to warrant such a price." 'Not since the trade deal five years ago.'

"Ah…" the merchant's sickly sweet, purposefully lilting voice would have disgusted him, had the act not been all-too-familiar.

'She's overdoing it.' he noted with detached calm.

"But you see, with the harsh winter up north, the water has frozen, making shipments less common." He scoffed for effect.

"And is that supposed to justify someone clearly having vandalized this copy?" He turned the book around to show the merchant. Stood amongst the dark brown leather-bound books and scrolls of her shop, her paling face was quite the contrast.

"Ah— I—"

'Got her.' He allowed himself the faintest of exhales in relief. "How could you possibly ask me to pay full price for this? I take back my earlier statement; this couldn't possibly be worth more than 70, at best 100 dinar in its current state."

"Ah, but you see, this copy happens to be handscribed! Quite a rarity amongst books from the Land of Dawning these days! It's still easily worth 300."

'So she knows that much...'

"So? You tried to sell it to me without informing me of its actual condition, yet I agree to buy it at a discounted price, and then you still try to overcharge me? You should consider yourself lucky I'm still considering buying it at all." Her smile twitched. Before she could speak he leaned closer and added: "You're clearly newly set up here. Word travels fast." The way her face dropped in recognition of defeat was immensely gratifying. He almost wanted to smile.

"…150." her business-smile had all but faded.

"115."

"135."

"120," he pointed to the notebook he'd noticed "and an extra 10 for that notebook."

"That old thing?" She scrunched her nose and deliberated. "…Fine. Deal." A smile smoothed over his features.

'Fool.' Was it far more difficult for a merchant such as her, not assured by the Al-Asims, to make a living? Sure. Didn't mean he cared. Business is business. He just knew the game better than her.

Out of the corner of his eye as he passed the payment to the merchant he saw a black shape situate itself in front of a nearby stall. "…cuse….any….sibility…of…Al-Asi…" His ears perked up.

"The Al-Asim estate?" Another merchant, sitting on the ground in front of his stall of fabrics answered.

"Yes. I have been informed it resides in this city. I have an errand there; might it be possible for you to recommend me a cartographer? I would like to purchase a map of the city." The merchant, clearly feeling bad for her, scratched the side of his head just beneath his taqiyah and said:

"I think asking someone for directions would be quicker than finding a cartographer, miss. Would be a waste of both time and money at this point."

"Is that so? I see… If that is the case, might I ask you for directions?"

'She sounds truly clueless.' He tuned himself out from the conversation as quickly as he'd tuned in. Errands done for the day, he packed his books into his bag and began to walk. 'And it's not my problem. I'm already shopping, which shouldn't be part of my job in the first place.'

-^-v-^-v-^- [ Zahab Market, outskirts ] -^-v-^-v-^-

'I don't have time to babysit some lost noblewoman.' He kept walking, looking ahead of him to see the dark cloak a few paces ahead. '…So what am I doing following her?!'

For some reason he couldn't place, something about letting her make her way to the estate on her own didn't sit right with him. It would have felt too much like letting a defenseless critter wander into a den of predators. Perhaps it was the instinct drilled into him after years of servitude which made him unable to look away.

"Ah!" A hand flew out of a dark alley to cover the scream which left her mouth, soon dragging her in, leaving in her prior place nothing but air.

'I knew it. I just knew it.' He couldn't help but sigh. It was almost comical how on-the-mark his prediction had been.

Still, pointedly ignoring the part of him that wanted to just get up and walk back to the estate, he crept closer...

"Hand over everything you've got on ya, miss, and we'll let you go without a scratch, alright?"

"Who are you?"

"A-a-ah~." one of the robbers spoke, and the noblewoman yelped. "That doesn't matter, does it? Just empty your pockets."

'They probably have some kind of weapon on them…a knife, I'd guess.'

"I… No. I apologize, but I cannot. I have not yet reached my destination, and I am relying on these funds to—" By that point, he'd crept close enough to see three people in the alley. A short figure holding a knife, one taller flexing their nonexistent muscle in some play at intimidation, and the cloaked figure he'd been following. The former two had backed the latter into a corner.

'She didn't even deny it. I was right; she must be a noble of some kind. Her attire certainly matches.' Though it had been closing in on dusk, the crushed shards of a nearby mirror, spread on the ground, caught what remained of the daylight.

'And is that…' upon closer inspection the thick black fabric of her cloak just barely caught the light, and when it did lighting up softly, almost like fur. His eyes widen by a millimeter. 'That's a velvet cloak. Of course she became a target; wearing a sign that read 'I'm rich, please rob me!' would have caught less attention! Idiot!'

He sighed. 'If she's rich and has business with the Al-Asims, chances are they're expecting her. God knows what would happen to me if they find out I saw her and did nothing.' He put a hand to his head and sighed, all-too-familiar annoyance creeping into his tired body. He then started in the cloaked figure's direction, fake smile already in place.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you ran off to." His eyes ran over her; a black velvet cloak hiding pale skin and pale hair, a dark blue skirt of a fabric he took a moment longer to recognize as brocade, its hem now caked in dust. 'I don't even want to imagine how much of a chore that would be to clean…'

Yet he did. The mere thought gave him a headache.

His smile never faltered, and he took a step closer to her, sighing softly.

"I know being in a new place is exciting, but you really should have stuck closer to me. It's easy to get lost around these parts." He glanced pointedly at the unwelcome company.

"Pardon me? I am not—"

"Yes, I know you have a better sense of direction than that, but if even locals can lose their way, so can you." He pulled her closer, an arm around her, and turned them both to disengage the situation. Her shoulder tensed under his touch. He neared her ear and whispered "I'm trying to help you. Just play along." and kept his eyes on her until she nodded. 'She didn't even look at me to know I was watching her.'

"Now wait just a minute…"

He turned to the robbers. "Sorry, my lady here is in quite a hurry to get home to her hosts. And I assure you, my masters" the word, like always, felt like poison in his mouth. "would not be happy should she be late, or otherwise…roughed up."

"Huh? We s'posed to recognize you or something?"

He took hold of her wrist and began to lead her out of the alley.

"Hey! Get back here!"

'Shit.' "Run."

"I— pardon me?"

"Run."

And so, a hand around her wrist, he took off, darting through alleys, passing by hung laundry and lidded clay pots.

And eventually, they came to a stop in a small square, the carpets hung to air out around them he thought serving as good camouflage.

Nearly out of breath himself, he let go of her arm and took a second to steady himself against the wall and wipe the sweat from his forehead. Yet the sound next to him made it difficult to relax.

She took sharp, ragged breaths, coughing and hacking for air like a landed fish. At that rate it wouldn't take the thugs long to find them again.

"Breathe through your nose. Slowly." he didn't get a reply, but that her breathing began to gradually slow down was confirmation enough.

"My most ardent…apologies…" She was still leaning over, her hands firmly planted on knees that looked shaky enough to fall over at any second. "I…" she began to sway.

'Oh no.' Shooting forward, he narrowly caught her before she fell.

He took a mental step back to gauge the situation.

Because someone had messed up and gotten the copy of the Land of Dawning history book Kalim's tutor had assigned him to read utterly drenched in the fountain, he had no choice but to take the little free-time that day would afford him to go shopping.

Then he'd run into some sheltered ingénue

Been forced to save her from muggers

Quite literally ran himself ragged in some attempt to protect her, once he realized she might have business with his family's lieges.

For every added note his scowl deepened.

'Great. Today is…just great.' he threw her arm over his shoulder and began to carry her someplace to sit down. Taking a look at how pale her skin truly was, as he could see through a gap between her glove and sleeve which had most likely ridden up as they ran, he chose a shaded spot.

He noticed a thin, dark cloth over her eyes, which had slipped out of place and come very close to falling to the ground before he caught it.

Upon which she began to stir, groaning softly, before quickly scrambling up on her still shaky legs to get away from his touch, clutching a hand protectively to her chest. He allowed himself a small sigh as he stood up, grabbing hold of her arms to steady her, which only seemed to make her tense up more.

"Calm down. Don't struggle like that; you might pass out again."

"Pardon me?" she exclaimed, head shooting up to look him in the eye. In doing so, her hood fell down, revealing her face...

When her eyes caught his gaze, the sight of them struck him to the bone like a bolt of lightning.

Her skin and hair alike were so white they looked like milk, with pale pink eyes, pupils glowing a faint red. Her lashes and eyebrows were so pale you could barely see them, leading him to be drawn to her bright pink eyes, blown wide in surprise.

'Like rose quartz…'

Her tense limbs went slack. "Ah—"

She looked so different from anyone he'd met before. Even among the many foreign merchants his lieges often entertained, none of them had drawn him to want to gaze upon them in the way he did her.

'It's like she's made of moonlight...'

A bright pink color seeped into her cheeks, made even more apparent by the pallor of her skin, and she looked away.

'What am I doing?' He snapped out of his daze. He straightened himself up, forcing his face back to a neutral expression. "Can you stand now?" She nodded, and he let go of her arms.

She stood dumbstruck, gripping her hood to hide her face. "Oh… Oh…I lost consciousness… My apologies. It tends to…ah, daze me…"

Noticing he was still staring, and that she seemed to notice, sinking further into her hood with each passing second, he cleared his throat. Doing so caused her to loosen her hold of her hood and look up at him through transparent lashes, a curious expression adorning her face. It caused his heart to jump as if struck.

< Get over it. > from the back of his mind came forth a Viper snake to whisper in his left ear. Following its word as he always did, he smoothed himself back out.

"You were on your way to the Al-Asim manor, right?" Her eyes widened.

"That is correct, yes."

"May I ask why?"

"That is…" She hesitated. He watched as her eyebrows furrowed gently and lips parted. "The captain of the trading vessel the 'White Rose', Franzesca Cross, entrusted me with a letter explaing my reasons, and bade me not allow anyone but the head of House Asim to read it."

'The White Rose…' he recalled from one of Kalim's lessons on politics. It had been one of the vessels mentioned to have gotten approval to conduct direct trade with House Asim in the trade deal closed through the then-princess Cerise Silkmire with the now-Sultan of the Scalding Sands. 'Either she's telling the truth, or she's done her research...'

He regarded her— or more precisely her attire— once more, refusing to acknowledge the magnetic pull he felt to let his gaze linger. 'Unless she knew I was following her, she would have been making a giant target of herself for no reason.' Though against his better judgement he heard the words of his liege to 'Take it easy, Jamil!' echo through his head. ("Probably telling the truth...") he mumbled quietly, gaze caught in the air.

"What reason would I have to lie?" His gaze was on her instantly.

'How the— nevermind.' He put on a charming fake smile. "I'm simply being cautious. As a servant of House Asim, I couldn't let just anyone into their residence."

"Oh." she blinked cutely, looking like an owl of some sort.

< Stop that. >

"I suppose it would be ill-advised to do so with no prior appointment. As I understand it, the owner's permission must always be granted before one steps into a private dwelling."

He resisted the urge to arch a brow. "Yes."

"Then…" She drew her hand into her breast pocket and produced two letters. Both written on pieces of fine parchment, one bearing a red wax seal, the other simply tied with brown string, the latter of which she lifted toward him. "If you have some connection to House Asim, please read this."

His fingers closed around the parchment cautiously, slowly opening it away from his face, and making sure he could keep an eye on both the letter and on her.

The script the letter was written in was that of the Scalding Sands, messily scrawled as though in a hurry, penned by someone not quite comfortable enough with the script for it to be a language they'd known since childhood. Still, he managed to make out:

- This Lady is a very important person. It is of utmost importance she be guided to the manor of House Asim unharmed, or else any perpetrator risk their head -

A steel ball of dread dropped into his stomach, as big as the bullet he just dodged.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Remember when I gave you all that info on Artemisia's family 'randomly' yesterday? WELL I LIED IT WASN'T RANDOM AT ALL HAHAHAH I was trying to make you think of her >:)

So! This is something I've been working on for a WHILE now. Since May, to be exact!

The current plan is for this to be a long-fic, divided into multiple parts/chapters; I'm guessing around at most 17? Depends on if I decide to divide them all into individual chapters, or post 2-3 chapters in the same post, as I've been toying with the idea of

But thank you very much for reading the Prologue ^^ it means a lot to me!

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[sagekiosk]

this is for anon who requested WINX Reader <33

WINX READER

Vil, Rook — Romantic — Yandere — TWST

Will be doing this HC style! You didn’t specify if you wanted Yandere TWST or not, — So I’ll be doing Yandere. If this wasn’t what you wanted then I’m so sorry! just tell me and I’ll redo it! This was fun to figure out and I’ll probably do another one with Octavianelle w Sirenix Reader

TW: a random blonde bobcut French hunter scaryy (cough cough rook), probably OOC, Poison,

Vil (Musa Reader)

; At first he thought you were talentless, you pretty sure but it looked like you couldn’t do anything else. This was way before he even knew you were a fairy by the way..

; Nothing happened much until one day he caught you singing when you thought you were alone.

; Your voice was amazing! You sounded amazing.

; You had potential, and he was going to bring the best out of you. ; Pushed you into training with Epel, but had more time with you.. for vocal lessons.. well it’s not like you needed them.

; During his Overblot he witnessed you transform, he was hypnotized and thought that he was probably hallucinating or something.. When he was defeated and realized that you were actually a fairy- like he wasn’t hallucinating, he wanted to lock you up in a cage where only he could see you.

; He finds you truly amazing, in fact— he wants to look at you everyday.

; You just seem so perfect, you reached your potential.

; Oh but to say he was pissed when he found out you had a boyfriend..

; But his mood goes up just a tad bit when he finds out about you and your boyfriend struggles.

; He feels bad, honestly, how could you let someone so horrible treat you like trash?

; Oh well, he can swoop in and be the hero he always wanted to be. ; He comforts you and takes care of you lots. He also found out that your mother died.. and how you lived in the past.. so he feels even more bad and has this feeling to help you.

; He wanted to lock you away, but he knew your voice would be a problem..

; He invites you for tea one day, and suddenly you couldn’t speak. It was like something was preventing you from speaking. Vil tries to comfort you and says he’s gonna find a cure

; He isn’t, he’s just going to keep you safe in his dorm. Where nobody but him can enter. So that way you would never know the feeling of hurt ever again.

; He likes dressing you in pretty clothing that matches his outfits.

Rook (Musa Reader)

; Oh how magnifique! He’s allured right away from the moment you met.

; Sooner or later he finds out you have an amazing voice, he finds out by stalkin- I mean, admiring you from afar!

; Oh once again you find multiple ways to surprise him! He finds your voice spectacular, so much that he doesn’t want to share you with Vil. He does feel a bit bad for that—

; Continues to admire you from the bushes, or behind trees- or by your window- it depends!

; Has an album dedicated to you. Pictures of you asleep, in the shower, In class, everywhere. Has a spot of drawings and pictures of you in his room.

; Of course he finds out about your boyfriend, would be lying if I didn’t say he felt a bit jealous.

; But oh! He can’t interfere with true love..!

; Actually he can now, your boyfriend River is an asshole. Don’t worry if he goes missing for a couple of days, he just went.. hunting.

; He comforts you when you got the news that your boyfriend broke up with you, it’s fine. It’s gonna be alright!

; Now he keeps you in a cabin in the woods far away from society.

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third request done, will post the rest tomorrow! Thanks for reading all the way. Sorry if rooks part was shorter than Vil’s

[squishosaur]

Jamiazu as that one meme “Why don’t people kiss with their eyes open?” except they aren’t trying to kiss they are just staring down at each other

-Snake Anon (im normal about jamiazu i swear)

what are we.... (answer: insane)