#Floyd!Reader

[awaywith-thefaeries]

YOU MIGHT WANT TO STEP ASIDE | j.seresin

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x floyd!reader

summary: two times your boyfriend and twin brother had to stand up for you, and the one time you shocked them by doing it yourself

warnings: anxiety, shy reader, protective Hangman, protective Bob, insecure reader, self doubt.

a/n: this idea came about when @cherieann-2001 and I were discussing the dagger squad with twin siblings, and we came up with Bob’s twin sis. @cherieann-2001 i’m sorry this took me so long! I hope you like 😊.

word count: 4K

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the time where your brother introduces you to his friends…

The noise coming from the beachfront bar makes you pause as you follow behind your twin brother. Your hand reaches up unconsciously to grab at the back of Robert's uniform, tugging just hard enough to make your brother pause and turn around to see your eyes shooting from side to side, one of your clear tells when you're nervous.

"You're ok, y/n/n," Robert says gently, bringing his hands up to rest on your shoulder's, knowing from experience that the weight of it brings you comfort when you start to get anxious.

"I...I d....don't think I w...want to g...go in there, Robbie," you say, tripping over your words as your breathing starts to get heavy.

"It's gonna be okay, y/n/n, you're gonna be just fine," Robert says again, pulling you into a tight hug in which you manage to get your breathing under control, "it's just gonna be Nat and some of my squad, we'll have our own table and you don't have to talk to anyone else for the entire night if you want."

Robert can see the exact moment when you make the decision to come into the bar, the spark of curiosity lighting in your eyes at the mention of your brother's co-pilot. You had met Natasha "Phoenix" Trace shortly after your brother's squadron had been permanently assigned to the San Diego base, where you had been working as a kindergarten teacher for the on-base school for the past two years. Being so close to your brother again has been so fun, with the two of you hanging out in every spare moment you had.

The two of you had grown up very close, with Robert being the protective older brother (by three minutes, you had always been quick to whisper sarcastically under your breath whenever he had tried to pull rank) to your quiet, unconfrontational manner.

"Are you ready to go in, or do you need a minute?" Robert asks, hand coming up to rest on the top of your head.

"I...I'm ready," you say, reaching out to tug on your brother's arm and follow after him as he puts his arm around your shoulders and steers you toward the entrance to the bar, under the shining sign reading THE HARD DECK.

Immediately, the noise of the bar makes you flinch and Robert's arm around your shoulders squeezes slightly, and you turn to look at him, finding him already looking at you, asking you if you're okay with his eyes.

You nod at him and tap on his hand, which he lets fall off of your shoulder as he nods towards a booth near the back of the bar, situated right by a pool table. You drop slightly behind him as you follow, preferring to take in your new surroundings from your slightly hidden vantage point behind your brother.

"Bob!" A voice calls from the direction of the table, and you peek slightly around your brother's shoulder to watch as a tall blonde man with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen saunters up to Robert and swings an arm around his shoulders, pulling him forward into a light headlock. You watch, slightly frozen as your brother laughs and fake punches the new man in the stomach, causing him to release Robert, and take a step back, hands going to his hips, stance relaxed as he smiles.

You're so entranced with watching your brother and his pretty friend that you don't notice Natasha coming up on your right, holding a glass of sparkling water in one hand.

"Hey, Y/n," she says softly, just loud enough for you to hear, but not so loud as to startle you.

You turn to look at her, and the first real smile of the night graces your lips.

"Hi Nat," you say, voice quiet as she smiles. She gently holds out the glass of sparkling water to you.

"For you!"

You look down and take the drink from her, thanking her shyly as she smiles at you and tips her head towards the booth, inviting you to go sit with her.

You glance at your brother, finding him already watching you, the tiniest gleam of pride in his eyes as he nods encouragingly. You smile and as you’re turning back to Nat, your eyes meet those of the man who had greeted your brother. He’s looking at you, not staring so much as just observing, and you shiver a little under the the intensity of his green eyed gaze.

Taking a tiny leap of faith, that has your stomach whooshing from the unfamiliarity of it all, you shoot the stranger a shy smile, before quickly ducking your head and sitting down next to your friend.

Much later, you’ve loosened up enough to laugh a little with Nat, who has been sitting with you at the table since you’d arrived. You have even met some of your brothers other pilot friends, including the first guy who had approached the two of you. You’ve learned that his name was Jake, but everyone calls him Hangman. You haven’t had the courage to ask why they call him that, but you noticed your eyes straying to the tall blonde more times than you care to admit. He just has this aura around him that makes you gravitate towards him, although your anxiety won’t let you do more than watch from afar.

“Hey, I’m gonna run to the ladies room, are you good here for a bit?” Nat asks you, scooting out of the booth and standing, waiting near the head of the table. You smile, nodding as you wave her away, scooting out of the booth as well.

“Yeah, I’m gonna g…go get another drink, I think,” you say and Nat nods, before heading towards the back of the bar.

You watch her go for a second, then glance around to spot your brother in the middle of a game of pool with one of his friends, Coyote, you remember.

You steal yourself and then make your way through the crowded space, ducking between people until you stand at an open space at the bar.

You watch as the pretty bartender, smiles at the brown haired man she was talking to, who you remember is called Maverick, before making her way over to you.

“Hey, can I grab you a refill?” The woman asks, nodding to the empty glass in your hand.

“Um y…yes pl….please,” you say, stuttering through your words.

The woman’s smile puts you a little bit more at ease, as she asks what you’re drinking.

“Just sp…sparkling w….water.”

The woman nods at you and takes the cup from you. As she uses the soda spout to refill your glass, she introduces herself as Penny, the owner of the Hard Deck.

“We don’t usually get a lot of new customers this time of year,” she says, pushing the newly full glass back towards you, “are you new to town, or just passing through?”

Something about the way she seems so at ease puts you immediately at ease, and you only trip over your words once as you answer, voice getting a little stronger with each word.

“I live about t…ten minutes away, and my brother is in the Navy, he was just recently assigned here. I don’t usually go out by myself, but he asked me to meet some of his friends here tonight.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, who’s your brother?” Penny inquires.

“Um Robert Floyd? You’d probably know him as Bob.”

You wave a hand in the direction of your brother. Penny nods, turning back to you with a smile.

“Well you are always welcome at the Hard Deck! I didn’t catch your name, dear.”

You give your name, and Penny smiles at you once more, before heading off to help another customer.

You look down at your glass to hide the small smile that plays across your lips at the idea that you just met someone without the buffer of your brother.

You’re so caught up in your own head as you make your way back through the tables, you don’t notice the man until it’s too late.

A body slams into yours from the front, causing your water to splash over your hands and down your front as you stumble backwards. Just as you feel yourself falling, a warm presence appears at your back, steadying you with an arm around your shoulders as another pushes out in front of you. The tan hand shoves the man who had hit you, sending him away from you with such a force that he staggers before righting himself.

You look up at the person who saved you, only slightly surprised to see Jake already staring down at you, concern apparent in his gorgeous green eyes.

“What the fuck man?!” The man who had shoved you says loudly, causing you to jump slightly and subconsciously move in closer to Jake’s side.

“Watch where you’re going!” Jake’s voice holds the slightest hint of anger and you instinctively deflate a bit as you open your mouth to apologize.

“Not you, sweets,” Jake says, unknowingly making your heart flutter wildly in your chest at the name, “you did nothing wrong.”

Jake’s hand smooths over your shoulder, as he glares at the other man. The guy scoffs and looks around, as if making sure he doesn’t have an audience, before swinging his glare back to you and Jake.

“Um, I didn’t do anything wrong here! She was the one not looking where she was going!” He accuses, gesturing at you and making you shrink even further into Jake’s side, shame rising when you feel your eyes start to burn with tears.

“You’re gonna want to watch how you speak to her, jackass.”

Jake’s voice is so hard that the guy visibly blanches, and not so subtly takes a step back and away from the angry pilot at your side.

“Apologize to her for spilling her drink, and then fuck right off.” Jake commands, and the guy mutters the quietist apology you’ve ever heard and then disappears into the crowd.

Jake’s hand strokes over your shoulder one more time and then it’s gone. You turn to look up at the man who had come to your rescue, and Jake gently smiles down at you.

“You alright, y/n?” He asks, gaze sweeping quickly over the front of your dress, clearly soaked through from your spilled water, before flicking back up to your face.

“I….I’m o…okay,” you stutter, shame rising at the idea of this handsome man seeing you so humiliated, “th…thank y…you for rescuing m…me.”

“It’s no trouble, sweets,” Jake says easily, swinging his big green jacket off of his shoulders and draping it over your form.

“What do you need?” He asks, once you’ve settled into the material, hiding your soaked dress, noticing your eyes darting around quickly.

Jake’s niece is a shy little thing who has many of the same tendencies that Jake has recognized in you throughout the evening as he watched you sitting with Phoenix. He saw the way your natural tendency is to roll your shoulders forward slightly and curl in on yourself, your hair falling forward to hide that beautiful face from the world.

You stand staring at him in shock for a few seconds, before mentally shaking yourself.

“I’m o…okay, just maybe to sit back down,” you say, and Jake nods, guiding you back over to the booth.

“Wait right here, I’m gonna go grab you another soda water, and then we’ll just sit here until everyone’s ready to go, okay?” Jake asks as you sit down. You nod at him, playing with your fingers as you wait. Once you hear him walk away, you glance up and survey the bar, spotting Nat and your brother engaged in a pool game with Coyote and Rooster watching on.

You shuffle yourself a little deeper into Jake’s jacket, and close your eyes for a few moments, breathing deeply to let the shocking encounter roll off your shoulders.

“You doing okay, y/n/n?” Robert asks as he slides into the booth next to you. You smile up at him, letting your head fall on his shoulder as his arm comes up to rest over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You feel your lips pull up into a smile as you watch Jake lean against the bar and chat with Penny and Maverick, while Penny pours another sparkling water.

“Good.” Your brother is smiling at you when you turn your head to look at him. You grin back, and then let your head drop back onto his shoulder, waiting for Jake to come back with your drink and letting yourself relax into the evening. You might have been anxious going into this evening, but you feel perfectly at ease right now, with your brothers arm around your shoulders and your new (and ridiculously handsome) friend sinking down into the other side of the booth and sliding a fresh glass across the table to you, eyes bright as he settles into a comfortable conversation with your brother.

✯✯✯✯

the time where someone makes the mistake of cutting in front of jake’s girlfriend in line…

The sun is glistening brightly over the ocean as you sit back against your boyfriend’s chest, a soft beach towel beneath you and a book in hand.

The waves lapping against the sand, and the familiar feel of Jake’s fingers combing through your hair lull you comfortably towards sleep, and you close your book, setting it beside you on the towel as you lay your head back against Jake’s shoulder. You eyes are closed as you feel your boyfriend’s arm come up to drape across your chest, caging you into his embrace.

“What are you doing, sweets?” Jake’s voice brings you back from the edge of sleep, his lips brushing across your forehead as his arm across your chest squeezes gently, his fingers drawing small nonsensical patterns on you collar bone.

“Just taking in the moment,” you sigh, shifting to meet his eyes, head still resting on his shoulder. His green eyes gleam with mischief as he meets your gaze.

“But I want to know who she picks,” he says, gesturing to the novel you had put down.

Embarrassment flushes through you as you think about the romance book you had been reading, with its drama filled love triangle.

“Y…you were r…reading it?” You ask, tripping over a few of your words, face burning as you turned your head back to the ocean, away from Jake.

“Hey,” Jake drops his face to your neck, nuzzling you and pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there, “don’t be embarrassed. It was quite an interesting story.”

“Y…you really think so?”

“Of course, y/n/n! I like everything you read.”

“O…okay,” you smile, getting distracted by the attention your boyfriend is lavishing on your neck. You squirm in his grasp as he blows into your neck, causing the two of you to start laughing, as you shake him off and then immediately curl back into his chest, yawning as you snuggle into him.

“What do you wanna do for the afternoon then, Sweets?” Jake asks, fingers going back to trace across your collarbone.

“I don’t know, but I know I’m going to need a coffee for it if it involves being awake,” you say, the heat of the day and the general sense of comfort you feel around your boyfriend contributing to your sleepiness.

“Alright then, baby, let’s get you caffeinated!” Jake says, putting your book into the tote bag lying next to him, before helping you up and shaking out your towel, “Call me selfish, but I’m definitely gonna be wanting your sweet company for a lot longer today.”

You giggle as you hold the bag open for him to deposit the now folded towel in, grinning as Jake uses the opportunity to brush a kiss over your nose. He grins back at you, taking the tote from your hands and slinging it over his shoulder, crooking his elbow so that you can hold his arm.

You snuggle in as close to his side as possible while walking, letting him lead you toward the beaches parking lot and his truck.

You climb into the passenger side after Jake opens the door for you, settling into the well worn leather seat, as your boyfriend starts the engine, pulling out of the beachside parking lot, through a neighborhood, and onto the little high street of your seaside town.

A few minutes later, you’re standing in line outside your favorite coffee truck. Jake has run to the restroom in the shop across the street, leaving you to keep your place in the line, which due to the popularity of the truck, wraps quite far down the sidewalk. You are standing quietly, content to just observe the going’s on of the little high street, when you feel more than see a body push in front of you in line, knocking you back and off balance. You stumble, bumping into the woman behind you, who kindly steadies you, smiling as you stutter out an apology, face flushing in embarrassment.

“No worries, my dear, it wasn’t your fault,” she says, shooting a dirty look over your shoulder at the line cutter, before smiling at you once more and going back to reading the magazine she’s holding.

You turn back to face the man now standing in front of you, as if he’d been waiting in line like the rest of you. You start to think about just letting him stay in the line in front of you, before thinking fuck it and clearing your throat loudly.

The stranger turns around, and the look in his eyes makes you wish you had just let him cut the line. But you’ve come this far and you can hear your brother’s voice in your head telling you to stand up for yourself and not let anyone push you around, so you lift your chin, and ball your hands to stop them from shaking.

“Yes?” The stranger grunts, glowering at you as if you were the one in the wrong.

“Y..you just c..cut in the line. It actually starts b..back there,” you say, pointing down the sidewalk to where the last person in line is standing. You’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, wanting to believe that he had just accidentally just into the line.

The guy just stares at you for a long moment, and you grow more and more uncomfortable by the second. You eventually drop your arm, and wait for him to step back out of the line.

“I…i…i…is it r…r…really,” he scoffs, exaggerating the stutter he puts on as he takes a step closer to you, staring down at you with a mena glint in his eye. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”

Your stomach drops as he crowds you, eyes welling with unwanted tears, which you try furiously to not let escape. You take a deep breath, something which he notices and smirks at, eyes portraying that he’s fully confident in his victory.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, you feel a familiar presence at you back, as your boyfriend slings an arm around your chest, pulling you back into his.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, buddy,” Jake’s voice is all authority, as he stares down the other man, while simultaneously providing you comfort by letting his fingers stroke over your shoulder as his arm across your chest acts as a protective, comforting barrier, “you’re gonna back the fuck off from my girl, you’re gonna apologize, and then you’re gonna march yourself right to the back of the line and wait, just like everyone else is.

The two men seem locked in a stare down for a few tense moments, as your hands come up to grip Jake’s forearm. The line cutter holds strong for a solid five seconds longer before blinking and taking a step back.

“Fine, whatever.” You and Jake watch him as he walks away, not even in the direction of the end of the line.

You feel Jake’s arm tighten briefly across your front, before it fell away, one hand gripping your hand, spinning you around and into his arms. You hands land on his chest, and you stare up at him, struck breathless from the clear adoration in your boyfriends eyes.

“You okay, Sweets?” He asks, on hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” you sigh, and he searches your eyes for a few moments, no doubt making ure you were being truthful, before dropping his head to brush his lips against yours.

“Well aren’t you two just the sweetest.”

You pull away from Jake and look towards the voice, seeing the woman who you’d stumbled into. She was smiling, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she does. You smile back, slightly apologetically.

“I’m sorry again for knocking into you,” you say, still feeling guilty despite knowing that it hadn’t really been your fault. The woman waves you off.

“It’s no problem at all, dear,” she says, before glancing between you and Jake. Jake nods at her, silently thanking her for helping you out. She smiles back, eyes glazing over for a second.

“You two have a beautiful day, alright,” she says, before gesturing to the coffee truck’s open window, which you hadn’t even realized had gotten closer, till you were the next people in line.

“You too, Ma’am,” Jake says, hooking an arm around your waist, “now, let’s get you caffeinated, baby.”

✯✯✯✯

the time where someone makes the mistake of hitting on Jake in front of his girl…

🎶Slow Ride. Take it Easy🎶

You laugh, bright and open as you and Jake walk in to THE HARD DECK to the first strains of “Slow Ride” coming from the jukebox in the corner. When you look over towards the music corner, you laugh even harder as you spot your brother and Rooster grinning back at you, and the man next to you.

“Of course, it was them,” Jake laughs, and guides you towards the group of pilots who had quickly become your friends after Bob introduced you that first night at the Hard Deck.

When you reach the table, you sit next to Phoenix and Jake scoots in after you.

“How has everyone been?” You asks, shifting into Jake’s side as his arm takes up its usual spot around your shoulders. Your brother scoots into the booth across from you, and pushes your favorite drink towards you.

“Thanks Robbie,” you smile, raising the drink to your lips and taking a sip.

Much later, you and Natasha are coming back from the bathroom together, where you both had been freshening up after an intense match of darts between Jake and Bradley had left you both crying with laughter, which subsequently caused your mascara to run.

“Omg, look y/n/n,” Nat says, pointing towards the bar, where a fake busty blonde is currently trying to shove her boobs into your boyfriends face.

“Not again,” you complain, which causes Nat to laugh and loop her arm through yours, as you make your way through the throngs of bar patrons to your table. You keep you eyes on the blonde currently chatting up your Jake, although he remains completely un-responsive to her advances.

It’s only when she starts to brush her hand along Jake’s arm, and leans in the closest she’s ever attempted that you and Nat both stand up, and Natasha looks to you for a moment.

“You want me to deal with her?” She asks, rolling her shoulders as if preparing to physically remove the woman from the bar. You love your friend for being so ready to come to your aid, but based on the fact that regardless of Jake’s repeated dismissal of the blonde, this is the third week in a row that she has tried, even you and your non confrontational nature are getting frustrated. Natasha and Bob have dealt with distracting the woman away from Jake every other time she has attempted to put the moves on, but this time, you shake your head at your friend and motion for her to sit down again.

“No, thank you Nat, but I think I’m going to go over there tonight,” you say, the two drinks you had had earlier giving you a courage you normally didn’t possess as you push your hair away from your face and turn to walk over to the blonde to hopefully, finally get this woman to back off from your man, leaving Nat cackling gleefully in your wake.

Meanwhile, Jake drums his fingers in a nonsensical pattern on the bar as he keeps his gaze firmly off of the woman on his right, currently crossing her arms under her breasts, so that her tiny top strains to keep her breasts in.

Penny smiles at him as she slides his beer over to him.

“There you are, soldier.” She says, and Jake laughs at her, shooting her his signature grin as he lifts the pint to his lips ad takes a swig.

“Thanks a million, Penny Pie,” Jake says, jokingly using the nickname that the squad had given Penny when she and Maverick had announced to them that they were getting married.

As Penny walks away, the blonde, Jake thinks her name was Jessica?, moves closer to Jake, brushing his arm with her chest and blinking her heavily lined eyes up at him.

“Oh, the bartenders taken, stud,” she says, in a tone which suggests she thinks that she is saving Jake from a horrible heartbreak. He shifts away from her again and is about to ask her to please leave him alone, when someone beats him to it.

“So is he.”

A grin immediately finds its way onto Jake’s face at the sound of your voice and he turns around, immediately spotting you a few feet away, arms crossed over your chest, eyes glaring at Jessica and an adorable pout on your lips.

“Hi, baby,” he says, opening his free arm for you. You move towards him and wrap your arms around his middle, leaning against him. You kept your glare on Jessica, as the blonde looked between you and Jake, mouth slightly agape.

“Really?” She asks, tone biting and frankly mean, “this is who a stud like you is with?”

Jake frowns, arm tightening around you, as he opens his mouth to defend you. But again, for the second time that night, you beat him to it.

“Yeah, I am,” you say, smiling at the blonde who glares back at you, “and I’m also the person who he’s going to continue to be with, so you might wanna step aside and take your desperate attempts elsewhere.”

You flick your hand at her, still riding the high of your drinks from earlier and then once she leaves, you turn your head you look up at your boyfriend. Jake is gazing down at you, the look in his eyes heated.

“Baby…” he trails off, hand coming up to brush across your cheek, “that was…”

You smile a little sheepishly up at him.

“A little out of character I know,” you say, feeling a little dramatic and self-conscious for what you just did.

“…extremely hot.” Jake finishes his sentence, grinning as he brings you in for a kiss.

“I love you, Jake,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

a/n: thank you so much for reading! My requests are open, so if there is anything you’d like to see me write, please check my rules and feel free to ask! I should be able to get to a lot more because I’m free from college for the summer! I always love to chat and appreciate every reblog, comment and like. Happy Reading!

#hangman x reader #top gun fanfiction #hangman x you #jake seresin x reader #fanfiction writer #awaywith-thefaeries #jake seresin x you #Floyd!reader #bobs twin sis #protective Jake #protective Bob

[libraryraccoon]

I really liked your Floyd!reader content, though I think Vox and Alastor would feel uneased when meeting Floyd!reader twin due to how they would probably be able to see that the twin acts pretty similar to them (Vox by noticing Jade!twin acts so polite yet seems to have a hinden agenda and Alastor by seeing how Jade!Ttwin enjoys causing distress and problems to someone)

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Characters : Alastor, Vox, Lucifer

Message of Raccoon : I add Lucifer because yes. Now I want to write a Jade!Reader and a Floyd!Twin..

Your twin was dead, Yay !! You were no longer alone !

To celebrate your reunion, you killed all the demons in a district together !

You wanted to do more, but Lucifer stopped you.

And that's how they met your twin, Jade!Twin !

Jade!Twin was your opposite, a helpful gentleman who smiled all the time.

He was a bit like Alastor, but less scary.

They put people at ease and comforted them if needed.

A true gentleman !

...

If only they knew…

Alastor

He didn't trust your twin. Not even for a second.

Because they used to be part of the mafia.

They are the twin of a nameless madman -you-.

They were like him, but more vicious.

Alastor didn't hide his intentions, he wanted entertainment and chaos, and he said it openly.

Your twin ? They wanted entertainment, chaos, they wanted to hurt others, but they didn't say it. They maintained a "good and angelic appearance without bad intentions".

The entire Hotel fell for the ruse.

Not Alastor.

Alastor loved you more than anyone, but he didn't love your twin.

It was a problem when you stayed with your twin a lot.

Alastor told you about it, and you answered him

"It's not like I can do anything about it. No one would believe me if I said they were more dangerous than me. It'll make my twin laugh, but that's all."

And when he asked to spend less time with them and more with him, you said you would try, but that you wanted to spend time with your twin who you missed.

And you did, you stayed with him more than your twin.

Alastor generally didn't feel bad for others, didn't feel pity.

But when he saw your twin manipulate the residents of the Hotel, making them tell them their worst secrets, he couldn't help but feel a little bad and uncomfortable.

Vox

He was happy to meet your twin, really, you talked to him a lot about them.

It's because you talked a lot about them that he didn't trust them.

When he saw that the other two Vee trusted them, he tried to warn them that it was a bad idea.

They didn't believe him.

They called him paranoid.

It was too late.

Vox told you when you were squeezing him.

You said he was like that, that you would try to talk to your twin, try to make them stop.

"I can't promise anything, Jade!Twin is like that." you said, squeezing Vox.

You, somehow, succeeded.

Your twin said they won't use what they know against them unless they hurts you.

It was better than nothing, but even so, Vox feel uncomfortable in your twin's presence.

Lucifer

Lucifer was happy to meet your twin, really happy !

He wanted to make a good impression, because, well, he's your twin, his partner's twin, and it's not every days that you meet your partner's twin.

He found Jade!twin very nice, but Lucifer didn't trusted them instantly, you had warned him about your twin's manipulative tendencies.

But he ended up trusting them.

Seeing that Lucifer trusted your twin, you decided to warn him once again.

Your twin didn't have good intentions, you could tell it.

"I know you like Jade!Twin and all, but remember that they are more dangerous than me." you said in a bad mood, squeezing Lucifer.

Lucifer promised you to be more careful about what he says, and that he would observe how your twin behaves.

By God, what a good choice that was.

He saw how your twin behaved with others, the smile they had when they thought that no one, except maybe their twin -you-, was watching.

It was only then that he and Alastor agreed on something, your twin was dangerous and manipulating the Hotel.

Your twin promised you that they would only use the informations they had if they (Hotel Hazbin crew) hurt you.

Lucifer didn't completely believe them.

So he and Alastor teamed up to get your twin kicked out of the Hotel, or, at least, make the Hotel residents understand how dangerous they are.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x gn reader #alastor x male reader #vox hazbin hotel #vox #vox x reader #vox x gn reader #vox x male reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #lucifer x gn reader #lucifer x male reader #Floyd!reader #Jade!twin #Raccoon is writing

[sarahsmi13s]

Sirens vs Soulmates

(not my gif)

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x floyd!hunter!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n floyd, robert floyd, dean winchester, sam winchester, bradley bradshaw, the dagger squad, castiel, oc! jimmy (he’s the medical examiner

warnings: THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, language, death, suicide, depression, insecurites, cheating, SMUT, blood, legal age drinking, knives, guns, cannon violence, soulmates, i’m sorry if i missed any, please let me know and I will add it to the list

word count: ~12.6k 

a/n: this is a supernatural/top gun crossover fic, this was inspired by @fandomxpreferences and this post and i hope i did the idea justice

lightly proof read

while this could be considered a soulmate au, it’s not as obvious as some

like mentioned in the warning, this fic contains sensitive themes, reader discrection is advised

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Dean yanked open the car door, letting your head drop. “Fuck!” You hissed when the movement startled you awake.

“Get up, we’re here,” he gruffed out, adjusting his suit jacket. You sat up, flipping him off as you rolled your neck, trying to release the tension caused by your awkward sleeping angle.

You got out of the car, stretching your back and checking your badge. “NCIS Special Agent Gibbs?” You arched an eyebrow at both Winchesters. “Are you trying to get us caught?” “You don’t even know our names yet,” Dean retorted defensively.

Sliding your badge into your jean pocket, you held out your other hand for theirs. “Well, show me.” Sam chuckled and slapped his badge into your hand. You opened it and looked over his credentials. “NCIS Special Agent Sam David?” You pronounced it ‘David’ and not ‘Da-veed’. He nodded, “Helps to keep it a little less suspicious.” You hummed and held your hand out for Dean’s.

He arched a challenging brow, hoping you would drop it. But you pressed and arched a brow right back. He held your eye contact, his eyes cutting as he squinted hoping to intimidate you. You held it, eyes squinting slightly as you held your chin high.

Finally his resolve broke and he rolled his eyes, fishing his badge out of his jacket pocket.

“That wasn’t so hard was it.” You smirked and opened it, “NCIS Special Agent Dean Shepard.” You scoffed and tossed it to him. “Wow, okay. Let’s just get these autopsy results before real NCIS Agents get here.”

You walked ahead going right in with the brothers trailing behind you.

Flashing the badge to the receptionist, “NCIS Special Agent Gibbs. My partners and I are here to talk to the ME. He knows we’re coming.” You made sure to add authority to your voice to show you wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer and that you meant business. Sam and Dean flashed their badges and you were immediately brought back.

“I was wondering when NCIS was gonna show up. Who’s in charge?” Dean stepped forward, “That would be-” The ME shook his head, “No. You’re not in charge.” He looked at you, “You must be Agent Gibbs?”

You fought a smirk and walked forward, “Yeah. That’s me.” You gestured to the latest victim, a young Naval aviator, “Cause of death the same as the other victims?” He nodded, “Yup, gunshot to the temple, gun residue on his dominant hand.” “So why were you waiting on NCIS if you confirmed it a suicide?” You crossed your arms. “Because none of these sailors have a history of depression or suicidal tendencies. And I already told you over the phone Y/N, that I found high levels of oxytocin in all 4 sailors. We both know it’s a siren.”

The brothers shared a confused look behind you.

Sam spoke first, “Hold on, so you know each other?” You nodded, “Went to high school in Wyoming together. Our fathers were best friends, and they went on hunts pretty often.” Sam scoffed, impressed by you. Dean smirked, also impressed but a little upset you didn’t tell them you knew more than you let on.

“You didn’t think to tell us you knew what was happening?” Dean asked, hands on his hips. “Honestly, Dean, I'm surprised you didn’t make the siren joke beforehand. Cause if you had, I might have said something.”

You turned back to your friend, “Jimmy, do you know where sailors and pilots usually like to hang out? Let off some steam?” He nodded, “Yeah, The Hard Deck. It’s the bar closest to the Air Base. You’ll be greeted by a sea of khaki when you walk in.” You nodded, “Thank you, I’ll keep in touch.”

All three of you left and went to the car.

“You’ve got friends in high places Y/N,” Sam said, a smirk on his face as he opened his door. “Oh you don’t even know the half of it.”

Dean turned to you once you slid into the backseat, “How do you have great relations with these people? Everywhere we go, some agent or officer is trying to arrest or kill us.” You shrugged, “I just have a way with people I guess. I try to work with the law instead of against it.”

“You just tell people you’re hunting monsters?” You shrugged, “When you’re in rural areas, they have folklore, use that to your advantage. But in others you just have to either work with the law or let them get themselves into trouble and save their ass.”

Dean rolled his eyes and drove to the bar.

******

When you pulled in you shucked your jacket and gun, but held onto your badge.

“Hey, your gun?” Dean questioned, not seeing it in your waistband when you adjusted your white shirt. You shook your head, “I don’t need it. This is a bar full of Navy personnel, and I’ve had my fair share of bar fights. I think I’ll be fine.”

Dean looked at Sam, thinking maybe he could talk some sense into you. But Sam only shrugged and laughed. “Dean, we literally pulled her out of a bar fight the first time we met her. She’s fine.”  Dean grumbled, not pleased with the fact that you just went in places unarmed considering you knew what lurked in the shadows.

****

You walked in, giving polite nods to the older officers that were in the room and going right up to the bar.

Penny noticed you and came over, “Hi, what can I get you?” You smiled at her, pulling out your badge, “Not drinking tonight. But is it possible if I could ask you a few questions?” She did a quick once over of the bar, “Of course, what do you need to know?” You pulled out the photos of the dead sailors and pilot. “Did you see any of these men here in the past few weeks?” She frowned, “Yes, I did. They were regulars, nice guys -a little cocky- but nice. Shame what happened, they never once gave the impression of being depressed.”

She wiped down the table out of habit. “Why is NCIS looking into suicides?” You leaned against the bar, “Well, we think it may not have been suicides.” She nodded, humming a little, “Anything I can do to help?” You nodded, “Did any of them leave with someone the night they died? Someone they didn’t arrive with?” Penny shrugged, “I’m not sure. Except Lieutenant Crole did leave with a woman pretty early in the night. She came over to him and they hit it off.” “Did you catch her name?” “Haley? Hannah? Something like that.”

“Penny, m’dear,” a voice drawled next to you. “Could I get another round?” You looked over to find a taller man around 6 foot -maybe- with tan skin, sun bleached hair, and striking green eyes. He noticed you looking and smirked at you, “And, uh, whatever she’s having can go on my tab.” You huffed out a laugh, holding up your badge again. “Sorry, cowboy, I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He frowned a little, “Shame, maybe some other time.” He winked at you and something stirred in your chest.

Penny came back with a tray loaded with bottles. She smirked a little at the interaction happening in front of her, “Hangman, this is Agent…” You held your hand out for him to shake, “Gibbs.” Jake gave you an amused look and shook your hand, “Like the show?” You sighed, smiling a little, “Yeah, like the show.” “Well, let’s hope you’re not as rough around the edges.” You hummed a little, “Rougher.” “Now you’re teasin’ me.”

“Agent Gibbs was asking about those sailors,” Penny prompted him. “Oh the ones that committed suicide?” “Well, we’re thinking it may not be suicide. Did you know any of them?” He shrugged, gathering the drinks, “Knew of them, didn’t know them personally. But some members of my team did.” You eyed the drinks, “Here, let me help you.” You grabbed a few and followed him over.

You both sat the drinks down. “Thanks for the help.” “No problem Lieutenant.” You wiped the condensation on your jeans as you turned around and began to go meet Sam and Dean at the bartop.

“Who’s your friend?” You heard someone ask from behind you, making you stop. “Oh, this is Special Agent Gibbs with NCIS,” Hangman introduced with a smirk, knowing he roped you into the little group.

You turned and nodded to the group, “Hi.” You felt extremely shy and out of your element all of sudden, being under the eyes of at least 7 or so pilots.

“Agent, this is my team. The guy with the pornstache is Rooster, next to him is Phoenix, that’s my best friend Coyote, they’re Payback and Fanboy, and that little wallflower over there is Bob,” Hangman introduced the group by their call signs.

You scanned the group as he did so, waving back when they waved. But when he got to Bob, your stomach turned. “Shit,” you huffed out quietly.

If Hangman heard you, he didn’t acknowledge it. “Agent Gibbs is here investigating the deaths of those sailors and Lieutenant Crole.” “The suicides?” You pulled your eyes from your brother and nodded at the man introduced as Fanboy, “We’re thinking it may not be as simple as it looks. 4 in the course of a month, all in the same fashion… We just want to cover our bases.”

You pulled out a card, “If any of you know anything, you can contact me here.” You dropped it onto the table allowing them to do whatever with it.

“Hey, Floyd, weren’t you close with Petty Officer Chase?” Phoenix asked her backseater, leaning on her pool cue. Bob looked down at his cup of peanuts, “Yeah, I was. We were on the same carrier for a deployment I was on.” You looked at him, “Would you be comfortable answering some questions?” Bob looked up holding eye contact with you and he nodded, but you could see it in his eyes that he wasn’t happy.

You walked over to an area that was close to the group but secluded enough that they wouldn’t hear.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed out, pushing his glasses up. “I’m supposed to be asking the questions here Robert.” “Okay, ask them.” “Do you know who he left with the night he died?” “Y/N, this isn’t the type of case you think it is.” You put your hands on your hips, “Robby, Jimmy found raised levels of oxytocin in their system. It’s exactly what I think it is.” “Just because they had sex before they died doesn’t mean it’s a monster.” You tossed your arms out to your side, “Who offs themselves right after sex, Bob?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders to try and get his point across, which caught the attention of the two brothers at the bar. “Shit, Dean-” Sam got his attention and Dean looked over, “Son of a bitch.” They got up and headed your way.

Bradley clocked the two hunters, seeing the looks on their faces and following their line of sight. “Hey, Hangman, they’re headed towards Floyd.” “Son of a bitch.” They put their cues down and cut off the Winchesters.

Jake and Bradley were toe-to-toe with Dean and Sam.

“Lieutenants,” Sam greeted, nodding to them but his eyes were looking around Rooster at you and Bob. Both tried to walk around the pilots but they stepped with them. “We can’t let you do that,” Jake said, holding intense eye contact with Dean, matching the determined expression. “That’s our teammate and he’s in a very serious conversation with someone.”

Dean pulled his badge out, frustrated, “Yeah with our boss.” Sam called out to you, holding eye contact with Bradley, “Y/N? Everything okay over there?”

“Bobby, you know I’m right,” you managed to say before Sam caught your attention. You turned, seeing both brothers staring down the two pilots. “Yeah, I’m fine Sam.” Bob turned you around by your shoulder, “You’re working with the fucking Winchesters?” “Who I work with is none of your business.”

You sighed, “Look, I’m not gonna ask for your help. I know this isn’t the life you wanted. But you need to let me do my job.” He rested his hands on his hips, huffing out a defeated sigh. You smiled, “Just watch your six, okay? And keep an eye out for your team.” “Don’t do anything stupid.” You chuckled and walked towards the four men, “No promises Robby.”

When you walked over, you had to fight the urge to laugh seeing the men staring each other down.

“Do we have a problem?” You asked, crossing your arms and arching a brow. They stepped away from each other. “No, Agent Gibbs, no problem here,” Rooster said, going back to the pool table. You looked at Jake, expecting an answer from him as well. “Everything’s just peachy, Agent.” He walked past you, winking as he passed.

You rolled your eyes, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you shook your head. You looked at Sam and Dean, and pointed to the door, “Outside.”

Once you were outside, you threw your arms out to the side. “What the hell was that?” Sam scoffed, “He put his hands on you. We didn’t need you getting-” “He’s my brother. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight.”

Dean held up a hand, “Wait, you have a brother?” You nodded, “That’s what I said.” “And he’s in the Navy?” You nodded, “Yeah, joined right out of high school.” “He left you?” “Dean, he doesn’t want this life. Our dad wasn’t going to hold him back from what he truly wanted to do. He just made sure that he could protect himself.” He scoffed, “Must be nice.”

You rolled your eyes, “Let’s just go to the motel. Gather intel and I’ll try to figure out if any of the victims had anything in common with each other. Then I’ll go and try to spot the siren in the bar.” “Why you? Why not one of us?” Sam asked. “Because my uncle told me all about that one time you both encountered a siren and nearly killed each other. I’m not letting you anywhere near this one.”

You got in the car without another word and they followed.

*******

Sam hung up the phone. “Okay so that was Petty Officer Langdon’s commanding officer and he said that Langdon didn’t give any sign of being depressed, if anything he was overly confident and very sure of himself. But that can often be a defense mechanism, so we can’t be sure he didn’t talk to family or friends about how he was feeling.”

You groaned, rubbing your face. This was going to take a while if you didn’t have someone on the inside. You threw your head back and blinked at the ceiling, “Okay, we need to get in contact with the families of those we can and talk to their coworkers.”

Dean swirled his beer in the bottle, “You know. People tell their secrets to bartenders all the time, maybe that Penny is our siren.” You nearly laughed, “I already looked into it, Penny’s been running that bar for three years. She's got a daughter and is currently in the process of getting married to a naval captain. But nice try.”

You got up and grabbed your things. “Okay, I’m gonna turn in, tomorrow I’ll get stuff together and talk to the families. You both can talk to the coworkers.” “Since when are you in charge?” Dean asked. “The moment I found out my brother was here.”

*******

You walked into Sam and Dean’s motel room, “Okay, that went better than I thought.” “Well, you seem to be the only one,” Sam huffed out, rubbing his forehead. Dean slammed the fridge and leaned against it and drank from his bottle, “Yeah, turns out, guys don’t talk about their feelings. Especially military men- feelings aren’t really their thing.” You scoffed, “Feelings aren’t your thing either Dean.”

He rolled his eyes, “What did you find out?” You sat on the back of the couch, crossing your arms, “Sailors may not tell their friends about their problems, but they tell their siblings.”

“Turns out, each of these sailors experienced a pretty bad break up a few months ago. All at different times of course. They were all cheated on, while on deployment,” you explained. “They confided in their younger siblings, saying that being gone all the time made it hard and that they felt it was deserved. Really sad honestly.”

Dean nodded, “So, we just need to keep an eye on those moping or showing out at the bar and follow them when they leave.” He shrugged, sitting his drink down, “Sounds simple enough.” He started to change.

You arched a brow at him, “Where are you going?” He paused, “The bar.” “Well, good luck because it’s Sunday and the Hard Deck’s closed on Sundays,” Sam smugly said with a smirk. Dean tossed his hands out to the side, “There are other bars aren’t there?” “Not sailor bars,” you said, looking down at your boots.

Dean shrugged off his jacket, “You guys are no fun.”

*******

“Hey Bob?”

Bob lifted his head from his book, “Yeah Hangman?” “You seemed pretty close with Agent Gibbs the other night,” Jake lifted a suggestive brow, playing with the pencil in his hand. Bob’s brow furrowed and he pushed his glasses up, “How do you mean?” Jake shrugged, “Oh I don’t know. She called you ‘Robert’ and you called her ‘Y/N’, I’d say that’s pretty close.”

Bradley laughed from his seat, “Why do you care so mu-” His mouth dropped, “Oh shit, you’ve got a thing for an NCIS Special Agent!” Bob’s eyes widened. “Did you see her? Those jeans fit her in all the right ways-” “She would kick your ass, Bagman,” Rooster howled out another laugh.

But the jab only made him smirk, “Well, maybe I like ‘em that way.”  

That made the WSO cringe, “Gross. I don’t need to know about your preferences, Seresin.” “Are you datin’ her Floyd? Cause if you are I’ll take my eyes elsewhere.” “No, I’m not dating her. We grew up together, she’s like a sister to me.” He started reading again.

Jake shared a look with Bradley, who just rolled his eyes.

********

You watched your flair bottom jeans slide over your lace underwear in the mirror, “Damn my ass looks great in these jeans.”

Sitting on the bed you grabbed your cowboy boots and slipped them on.

“Hey, Y/N- WOAH!” Sam covered his eyes with his hand. You looked up at him, confused for a moment before realizing you still only had a bra on your top half. Dean walked in, “Nice bra.” “Thanks.”

You dug in your bag for a silk, sage green button up.

Once it was slid over your shoulders, you told Sam he was fine to look.

“So, what’s the plan?” He asked, hands on his hips. You buttoned the shirt and tucked it in, “Well, we go to the Hard Deck, and we watch for anything suspicious.” You fixed your hair and touched up your makeup. “I’m gonna keep my eye on my brother and-” “Lieutenant Seresin?” Dean asked, eyebrow raised as his voice took on a lilt.

“Well yeah,” you slid your hands into your back pockets. “He’s just as much at risk as any of the others. Why’d you say it like that?” Dean scoffed, “You don’t think we noticed the way you both were looking at each other the other night.” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know what you think you saw. But we’re here to work a case, not get laid.”

Dean chuckled as you walked past him to get your things, “Sounds like you need to get laid, Y/N.” You glared at him, “Shut up.”

You slid your gun into your purse, “I’ll see you there.” You adjusted your shirt how you wanted it and grabbed your keys. “Oh, will you make sure to go get those samples? I called Jimmy earlier, he’s expecting you guys.”

********

Jake was sitting at the bar, talking to a girl.

He couldn’t help but to think, This girl is perfect. She understands me, likes the same music I do. Likes the same drinks I do. She likes pool.

But something was off.

She wasn’t you.

Jake wasn’t sure what it was, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. While he hadn’t shown it, he felt this sense of clarity when he met you. This connection. Call him crazy if you want – but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Which is why he was nearly bursting at the seams when he saw you walk in.

He was so enamored with you that he didn’t see the girl switch their beer bottles. “Hey, Lieutenant, how about a game-” “Hey, look, this was fun and all, but I don’t see us going any further tonight. Both of these drinks are on me,” Jake slapped a fifty on the table. “Get yourself whatever with the change.”

And just like that he was walking away from the bar and towards you.

*****

You looked around, looking for anything suspicious when Hangman entered your field of view.

“What do we have here? Agent Gibbs, good to see you again,” he sent you an award winning smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little. “Lieutenant Seresin,” you looked him up and down, those khakis hugged him just right. “See something you like?” You smirked, “Yeah, the bar.”

You let your fingers brush his bicep as you walked past adding a little swing in your step, drawing Hangman’s eyes straight to your ass.

He quickly followed after you, saddling up right next to you at the bar. “Penny, m’dear,” he grabbed the woman’s attention. “Can I get another beer and uh- whatever she’s having goes on my tab.” She nodded, wiping out a glass and looking at you, “What can I get you?” You smiled, “Bourbon, neat please.”

Jake’s brows lifted and he smirked, “A woman after my own heart. So, I take it you aren’t on the job?” “I’m always on the job, Lieutenant. But I thought no harm can come in letting loose for a bit.” Jake barely suppressed the groan when you called him ‘Lieutenant’, and you apparently heard it because you smirked.

Penny brought your drinks by and Jake sat down.

“So, any luck?” He asked, sipping his drink. You sipped yours, shaking your head a little, “Nothing yet. But we’re doing what we can.” “Anything I can do to help?” You looked at him. “Agent-” “Y/N, you can call me Y/N.” He smiled a little, “Y/N, I may not have known these men but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Their families deserve the truth.”

You smiled at him, “Well, Lieutenant-” “Jake, you can call me Jake,” he said with a small smirk. “Jake,” you tested it out and he smiled. “Tell me what you know, or what you heard about them before their deaths.”

*******

You and Jake spent some time talking about the sailors and you mentioned them being cheated on.

“Oh, yeah, I think I heard Lieutenant Crole say something about that. He came home to find her and some other guy.” You nodded, “Yeah. He took it pretty hard according to his brother.” Jake nodded, “It sucks. Not being able to start a family. Worried that when you come home they won’t be waiting for you, or they will be, just in the arms of someone else.”

You frowned, eyeing him in concern, “You sound like you speak from experience.” He frowned and shook his head a little, sipping his drink, “My mom was in the service, Marines. My dad cheated on her a lot…” It was silent for a moment before Jake cleared his throat, “Which is why I’m not one for settling down, at least not for a while.” You nodded, “I can relate. Being away all the time isn’t easy. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in a case I forget what’s waiting for me at home…”

That wasn’t a lie. You did get wrapped up in cases, get personally involved. You had a significant other at one time, and they were great. But you had a really close call one time and they couldn’t take the constant worrying, so they left. Only to turn up dead because a werewolf had gotten to them to get back at you.

You quickly moved past the subject to continue talking, moving on from the sailors to yourselves.

********

A few hours later, you and Jake got into a competitive game of darts.

“Okay, if I get three in a row, you let me take you out?” Jake offered, nodding towards the dart board. You hummed, looking over his face, “That’s a big bet.” He shrugged, “I’m confident.” You smiled, “Okay, I’ll bite.” He smirked at you and readied a dart. “But if I get three in a row, I get to see what you’re hiding under those khakis,” you looked at him through your lashes, bringing a sultriness into your tone.

His brows lifted in amusement, “Well, what if we both get three in a row?” “Then everyone wins.” You winked and could see him shudder slightly before he covered it with a smirk.

He threw the darts, landing three in a row.

Jake looked down at you, “Where would you like to go?” He smirked and went to collect the darts.

You took them from him, rolling them in your hands slightly. He arched his brow, waiting for your response. You smiled and turned to the board, throwing each dart.

All three hit the middle.

You turned back to Jake, your hand flattening on his chest, “Why don’t we discuss it in the morning-” You got on your toes to talk in his ear, “Lieutenant.” You could have sworn he whimpered, but he definitely brought his hands to grip your hips.

You turned to look in his eyes, “Meet me outside.”

Jake nodded obediently and nearly kissed you when you mumbled the command against his lips.

******

After Jake bid his farewells to the squad, he immediately placed you in his truck and took you to his on base house.

As soon as you were in the door, Jake was pressing you against the wall. Your hands were immediately in his hair, pulling him even closer to you. He brought a hand up to cup your face and the other wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you onto your toes.

He pressed his lips to yours slowly, completely contrasting the way both hastily came into the home. Your lips worked together and it was sweet, but you needed more.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, moaning when he granted you entrance. You pushed your chest up, needing a better angle. He slightly pulled back from the wall and moved his hands to your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze and silently telling you to jump. You did and his massive hands supported your thighs as he pushed you back against the wall.

He pulled back to let you both catch your breath, but he was going right in and kissing your neck.

He found your sweet spot fairly quickly, drawing another moan from your throat. Jake chuckled against your skin and nipped at your jaw, “Keep making those sounds and we won’t make it to the bedroom.” You moan again, head falling to the side to give him more room.

Jake smirks before pressing his hips up and pushing his hard-on against your center. “Fuck,” you whimpered out, griding down against him. “Jake, fuck-” Your lips finds his again, “Take me to bed.” “Yes, ma’am.”

As he walked down the hall towards his room, leaving you free access to his neck.

He made quick moves to get to his room.

Once he was in there he tossed you on the bed, “Darlin’, I almost took you in the hallway. But I don’t think my friends would appreciate that.” He shut and locked his door before turning back to you while unbuttoning his khaki shirt. The sight his green orbs landed on was one he would remember for a long time.

You perched up on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the satin shirt and exposing the matching lace bra. “Fuck, Sweetheart,” Jake’s voice dropped and a rasp had settled in his throat. You could practically see his eyes dilate when you let the fabric fall off your shoulders and toss it to the floor.

You smiled at him as he walked over to you, “Like what you see?” He gently gripped your jaw as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, “Why don’t you look and find out?” He moved your line of sight to his crotch, letting you see just how strained his khaki pants had become. “Look what you’ve done to me, pretty girl,” he brought your eyes up to meet his eyes.

He smirked as your brows furrowed and you whimpered, feeling your hands make their way up his thighs. “I think I know what you want? You wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours, don’t ya?” You nodded, your eyes doe-like as you licked your lips. “I need words, Sweetheart.” “Yes, Lieutenant. Please.” Jake let go of your jaw, “Take what you want.”

You slid onto your knees, still wearing your jeans and your boots.

Your fingers worked his belt as your lips pressed kisses against the outline of his cock.

The deep groan that left Jake’s throat went straight to your cunt, making you press your hips back hoping to create some sort of relief- using the tightness of your jeans to try and create friction. “Oh, don’t think I didn’t see that Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You opened his belt and popped open the button, pulling the zipper down with your teeth.

Reaching up with your arms and following with your body, you pushed his undershirt and uniform shirt up his torso to give you more room to work. You kissed along his hip bones, his Adonis belt, snapping his underwear band against his v-line with one hand and palming him with the other, before finally reaching in and pulling his cock out.

“Fuck…” You whimper out, lightly running your fingers over his shaft. “You’re cock is fucking pretty,” you looked up at him through your lashes.

Jake nearly came right there, despite knowing you were far from it- you looked so innocent right then. And all Jake wanted to do was ruin you.

He sucked in a short breath when you licked his tip, blowing air on it afterwards. “Shit, Sweetheart,” his hand moved to the side of your face, thumb gently rubbing your jaw. You flattened your tongue, running it up the underside of his cock.

Jake watched you gather a little more saliva on your tongue before watching it drip off your tongue and onto his dick. “Your mouth is just watering isn’t it, Darlin’?” “Yes, Lieutenant.”

There was that name again. “Come on, don’t keep us both waitin’,” Jake hummed out, moving his hand to gently thread in your hair.

You got the hint and took him into your mouth. The content growl that left his lips had you moaning around him. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.” Your eyes snapped up to him, as a whimper left your full mouth.

His eyes lit up in realization, “Oh, you like it when I tell you you’re a good girl?” You nodded as best you could before bobbing your head on his cock. “Fuck, well, let’s see if my good girl can take any more of my ‘pretty cock’.”

He watched your eyes widen and dilate with lust. Holy shit, he wouldn’t last if you kept doing that.

The word ‘my’ sent a whole new wave of arousal through you, and your loud moan was muffled by his is dick. You inhaled deeply through your nose, bracing your hands on his meaty thighs, and took what was left into your throat.

“OH FUCK,” Jake moaned out, not expecting the sudden action, but loving it all the same. His grip tightened in your hair, “Stay right there. Hoooly shiiit.” You swallowed around him and his hips jutted forward, making you gag.

He pulled you off, “Shit, I’m sorry.” You pouted, shaking your head. “No, it’s okay,” you caught your breath for a second. You wiped off the spit from the corner of your mouth before taking him in your hand again.

As you jerked him off, you rested your head against his thigh and your other hand came up to massage his balls. “Jake,” you looked up at him again, blinking seductively at him. His large palm was resting on the  back of your head. “Yes Sweetheart?” You positioned your head to be right in front of his cock again.

“Fuck my face.”

He barely wasted a second shoved his cock in your mouth again, his hand gripping your hair again to keep you still. Your hands gripped his thighs and you were moaning and gagging around him.

He was groaning out praises as tears welled up in your eyes and his cock hit the back of your throat everytime.

Jake felt himself getting close, his chest was most likely as red as it felt, and he had to pull away.

You whined and tried to chase him. His hand moved to your face, sliding his thumb into your mouth, “Darlin’, I’m not gonna last, and I want to be in you when I cum.” He removed his thumb and kissed you, pulling you to your feet.

You pushed the khaki shirt to the floor and he laid you down on your back, not breaking the kiss as he laid on his side and used his leg to hook around yours and them open.

His skilled hands went to your jean button and undid it, pulling the zipper down and sliding his hand into your pants. “Oh~” Jake’s voice dropped as he moaned against your lips. “You got lace down here too, pretty girl?” He latched onto your neck, kissing and nipping at wherever he could reach.

One of your hands wrapped itself in the comforter and the other held the back of Jake’s head.

You were trying your best to stay still, but his fingertips were barely giving you any relief as the grazing over your clothed lips. With only a little bit of pressure, he had your hips twitching off the bed.

He chuckled darkly in your ear, “Oh, is my good girl desperate?” He applied more pressure to your clit through your underwear. You nodded, wiggling your hips to give yourself some relief as a whimper left your mouth. “Does she need my fingers? Are you feeling empty, pretty girl?” You nodded again, biting your bottom lip.

Jake's hand stopped.

No movement. No pressure. Just gone.

“I need words, Princess.” A whine left your lips and you buried your head into Jake’s neck.

You had never gotten this worked up before, and you certainly were never like this with previous partners before. But you liked it.

“Please, Jake. I need you, Jake. Please.”

He smirked, kissing your forehead, “That’s a good girl. Don’t make me tell you again.” He swiftly moved your underwear to the side and ran his middle finger through your now exposed lips. You moaned out in relief and your head fell back, “Yes, sir.”

Jake’s dick jumped when the title left your lips. He let out a groan and his head fell forward and attached his lips to your chest, placing his ear right next to your mouth and hearing every sound that left your mouth.

His experienced digits ran over your pussy and rubbed your clit, collecting the arousal that pooled there.

When he collected enough, he brought them to your chest and neck, rubbing your own juices on your skin. He moaned contently and licked it up, moving his hand back down to your cunt.

“Jake, fuck,” you chest heaved and he could feel your pulse thrumming against his lips. “You taste delicious, Sweetheart,” he sucked a mark on your neck before pulling back to look you in the face.

“Oh, sweet girl, you look so fucked out already. I’ve barely touched you.” “Jake, fuck, please,” you whined, your eyes locking on his green ones. “Please what Princess?” “I need your fingers, please.” He smirked and kissed you hotly, pushing his middle finger into you.

You exhaled through your nose, moaning into Jake’s mouth as his digit massaged your walls. “That feel good?” “Yes, it feels s’good.” “You’re doing great,” he brought his free hand to the back of your head, holding it up as he kissed you again, his thumb now drawing figure eights on your clit.

He picked up the pace, making sure to curl his finger everytime. “You’ve been s’good for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” He asked against your lips, stilling his hand. “Mhhmm,” you whimpered out, but remembered he wanted words.

“Yes, I can take another one. Please.”

Jake smiled, “Thatta girl.” He pushed on your head to look down at where he was finger fucking you. He kept his eyes on you as he eased another finger into you. “Shit~ Jake,” you groaned, your voice shaking a little.

You turned your head to look at him, but he nudged you with his nose. “Eyes down here, sweet girl. I want you to watch me ruin you.” His eyes darkened when you whimpered and did as you were told.

He started off slow, letting you get comfortable and used to the new stretch while scissoring his fingers. But when he felt your clit twitch and your slick begin to coat his hand, he picked up the pace.

When your moans got louder and your chest started to get red, showing off the bruises he had put there, he couldn’t help but rut his hips in search of friction. You feel it, his cock dragging against your hip.

Blindly, you moved your hand in between your bodies and gripped him.

He groaned in your ear, “Fuck, sweetheart, what-” “Jus’ wanna help, sir,” you kept your eyes where he told you, watching his fingers slide out just to get pulled back in your clenching walls. You used both your saliva and his precum as lubrication as you tried your best to move your hand in sync with his.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” his own hips began to thrust up. “Are you close, sweetheart? Please tell me you are. I need to be inside you- Fuck!” He latched onto your neck again, trying to keep himself at bay. “I’m close, Jake. Can- can I-” “Yes! God yes, fucking touch yourself, pretty girl.” Your hand that had found its home in his sheets moved to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.

He started grunting in your ear, trying to be quiet. “Let me hear you, Jake.”

Jake immediately obeyed, letting the breathiest yet most obscene moans come out of his mouth. “I can feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers. Come on, just a little more Sweetheart.”

His words and the loud, gruff moans in your ear sent you over the edge. Your clit pulsing under your own fingers and your walls fluttering around Jake’s.

Jake had to flex to hold himself back at the moan you let out. Your back arched off the bed, booted heels pressing into the mattress as you probably ruined that pair of underwear.

He pressed kisses to your head, neck and shoulder as you came off your high, giving you time to compose yourself. “How was that, Darlin’?” You chuckled, “Good, so fucking good.”

Smiling, he kissed your lips and pulled back to get off the bed, dragging you with him.

You smiled, sitting at the edge, pulling off your boots as you watched him toe of his dress shoes and start stripping. You lifted your hips up and slid your jeans off before turning onto your hands and knees to get back to the middle of the bed.

“Stop.”

You stopped, your cunt clenching around nothing at the tone of his voice. You felt his hand press down on your back and you realized what he wanted you to do.

Straightening your arms out, you arched your back, presenting your ass to him.

A growl rumbled deep in Jake’s chest, his rough hands groping at the globes of your ass and he huffed out a breath as his callouses got caught on the lace. You moaned at the feeling and pressed back into his hands.

“Doll, as much as I’d loved to fuck you like this. I need to watch you fall apart,” he groaned, one hand gripping your hips as the other unclasped your bra. You whined a little, sitting up a little to let the bra fall down your arms.

His large hands wrapped around your ribs and helped lay you down on your back.

Once you were situated and comfortable, Hangman sat back on his heels, taking in the sight in front of him.

His hands rested on your hips, thumbs moving back and forth on your skin. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y/N,” he breathed out before pulling your panties off. You giggled, “I think you’ve made that obvious.”

He furrowed his brow but followed your eye line to his cock, realizing what you were insinuating. He braced himself on his forearms, looking you directly in the eye. “No, I mean it. You’re fucking breathtaking. From your looks straight down to the way you hold yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl like you before. And I don’t think anyone will ever hold a candle to you.”

You felt a twist in your chest as a genuine, full smile pulled at your lips. Looking straight into his eyes, everything felt right, felt clear. And Jake felt the same, he felt like he was on cloud nine – a feeling he only felt in his plane.

Reaching up, you met his lips.

“Make love to me Jake,” you whispered against his lips, missing his eyes when they closed as he huffed out a breath.

He shifted his weight to one of his arms, using his other hand to line himself up with your entrance. He pressed forward, pushing in slowly and watching your face to make sure everything was okay.

He fully seated himself inside of you, letting out a shaky groan when he did. “Holy- you feel perfect.” His right hand came up and cupped your breast, goosebumps forming on the heated skin as the cold metal of his class ring made contact with your flesh. Jake lowered his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue circling it.

Your left hand came up and held the back of his head again. “Fuck, Jake, s’full. I need you to move. Please.” Jake kept his hand on your boob, using his thumb to spread his spit around, causing even more goosebumps.

He leaned back, moving his hips slowly but with intention, hitting a spot inside you that you had no idea was there. “Oh shit,” you moaned out looking down at where your bodies were conjoined. Where you could feel every vein in his cock as he slowly thrust into you.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he said, voice gentle but demanding. When you didn’t look up, he moved his grip from your chest to your chin. “Pretty girl~” He cooed, watching your eyes flutter to him. “I want you to look at me. Can you be a good girl and do that?” You nodded, “I can try.” He smiled and kissed your nose, “Good girl.”

A pathetic whimper left your mouth and Jake felt you clench around him.

His hand moved the side of your head and he picked up his thrust, still watching your expressions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.

“Jake -fuck- faster,” you moaned, bending your legs at the knee to adjust the angle. He picked up his pace, his hips slamming into the back of your thighs and his pelvic bone stimulating your clit.

Hangman’s grunts and moans were loud, turning you on more than he thought they would. He never thought his sounds would do anything to anyone, but here you were proving him very wrong.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so well, Princess,” he groaned, throwing his head back as your ankles crossed behind his back. His green eyes had basically become black as you held eye contact and a series of short whines and moans left your throat.

Jake angled his hips upward and hit a spot that pulled a guttural moan from your throat, and had your entire body spasming. He had been concerned that he had hurt you but the way you used the leverage of his waist to grind down on him told him you were reaching your peak again.

You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could. He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes clenching shut at the endorphins flooding his entire system as he felt his resolve breaking.

You could feel him shaking with pleasure just as much as you were, his hips stuttering every time you clench around him. “Jake, I’m close. I’m so close.”

He nodded against you, “Me too, Sweetheart. Me too.” He moved his left hand to rubbed your clit and his moans got louder in your ear. “Ooooooh fuck,” he panted, giving you a few hard thrust before continuing his fast pace.

He panted more, his breath fanning over your face as his eyes squeezed shut.

Jake’s face of pure pleasure and his vocalness, mixed with his ministrations, sent you over the edge. Your body shook, back arching, head thrown back as he worked your clit through the intense feeling. You moaned out his name, nearly screaming. “Thatta girl. Cum on my cock, I got you.”

His hips stuttered and his eyes opened slightly, “Fuck, where do you want it?” “Inside me. Cum inside me-” Jake’s pace picked up as his face fell into your neck, groans and pants were directly in your ear.

“Cum for me Lieutenant,” you panted, arms wrapping tightly around him as his few final thrusts jostled your body.

He finished with a loud groan, his entire body tensing and shaking as his arms wrapped around your body. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my…” Jake panted into your neck, nuzzling into it.

Your chests heaved together as your hand scratched the back of his head. “That- that was-” “Amazing,” he chuckled breathlessly into your neck. “I don’t think I’ve came that hard in my life.” You hummed, “Me either.”

He gently pulled out of you, apologizing when you hissed a little bit.

He got up and slid his boxers back on, “I’ll be right back.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

He came back with a warm rag and gently cleaned you up before tossing the rag in his laundry basket. He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers, “Here, put these on.” As you did that he went to his closet and got a hoodie.

Jake kneeled on the bed and slipped it on you. You giggled a little at the extra length on the sleeves. He chuckled, kissing the side of your head before turning off his lights, the only light being the moon from outside. “Come on, lay with me.”

So, you did.

You laid there all night, talking about anything and everything. Eventually you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

********

Your eyes shot open, your chest heaving slightly because of the nightmare you just had.

You felt a pressure on your waist, making you look down to find a muscular arm. You followed it up to find Jake sleeping peacefully next to you. You smiled at him, his face was so relaxed.

The soft snores that left his mouth made your lips quirk into a smile, but then a deep frown settled on your face.

Jake was peaceful in his sleep, not having to worry about what went bump in the night. The only thing that plagued his sleep was flashbacks, things that were a real danger to everyone – things that people believed in and knew happened in life. Not creatures that lurked in the shadows or you made deals with.

You would never sleep peacefully, not anytime soon anyway. You slept with one eye open and a loaded gun under your pillow. Your dreams were filled with monsters and demons, death and pain. When you did have good dreams, they often turned sour if you slept too long. Turning from having a lovely family to walking in to find them either gone or dead because of your previous life.

You could never have the life you dreamt of as a kid, you never believed it was in the cards for you once you started hunting outside of your home state – especially when you began hunting with the Winchesters.

So, despite the weight in your chest –the little girl that just wants a family– that begged you to stay, you managed to pry yourself from Jake’s arms and the comfort of his bed.

The moment your feet hit the floor, you felt sick. Like your body was telling you that you had to stay. But your brain knew better and your heart felt inclined to agree, because your mind had always known what was best for you – right?

You quickly changed, dropping the hoodie he lended you right where you had fallen asleep.

It was hard to breathe as your hand pulled open his door and shut it behind you. You leaned back against it, questioning your decision of leaving.

This was just a one night stand, right? It was just a hook-up, nothing more.

So why was it so hard to leave?

You pushed yourself away from the door, checking around to make sure Jake’s housemates wouldn’t see you.

You figured you were in the clear by the time you passed the kitchen.

“Oh God, Y/N. You didn’t-” “Fuck! Robert, what the hell?” You turned, eyes wide as you looked at your brother standing in the kitchen with a coffee. You gulped, adjusting your shirt to cover you more.

He sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back, “Which one?” You blinked, “Excuse me?” “Rooster or Hangman?”

Your heart lurched at the second one but you had to play it off. “It’s none of your business.” “I’d like to know which pilot is gonna be pissed at work today, waking up to an empty bed isn’t normal for either of them.” “Well, sucks to be you Robby, I have to go.” You found your purse and left, leaving Bob in the kitchen by himself.

********

Not an hour after you left Jake woke up.

Something didn’t feel right and when he opened his eyes to find you gone, he knew that’s what it had to be. He balled the hoodie up in his hands, sitting cross legged on his bed, just staring down at the article of clothing.

He wasn’t sure why you left –or why you leaving affected him so much. He felt hurt, embarrassed.

Jake had let himself be vulnerable with you; told you his dreams and how he didn’t think he would ever make it as far as he had. He’d never even told his closest friends the things he told you last night.

And he felt that you were vulnerable with him, putting your heart on your sleeve, just for him to see.

But maybe he was wrong. And he hated it. He never liked being vulnerable, being vulnerable got him hurt.

He let out a laugh, a condescending laugh aimed mostly toward himself. “You really fuckin’ thought- God Jake, you’re an idiot.” He threw the hoodie and got out of his bed.

He got dressed for work and went to the kitchen, finding both Bradley and Bob chatting over breakfast.

“And he emerges!” Rooster announced upon seeing him. Jake just rubbed his face and rolled his eyes. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Jake felt a pang deep in his chest, but he refrained from a snarky comment.

Bob suddenly connected Jake’s bad mood to your escape barely two hours ago. But Jake was way more torn up than he thought he would be.

“I see your date already left.” Bob watched Jake’s nostrils flare at Rooster’s comment. But he didn’t snap, he simply grumbled out, “Well, guess you both lucked out on some chick overstaying her welcome here.”

Jake hated the way he just referred to you, the phrase bitter on his tongue.

Rooster scoffed, brows raised in amusement, “‘Some chick’? Hangman I watched you leave with one very Special Agent Gibbs last night.” Jake’s lip quirked up into a snarl at Rooster’s choice of words, but he didn’t speak.

His roommates watched him go about his morning not making any comments about his sexcapaped or how he charmed her while offering them tips.

*********

Jake was more of an ass than usual today. Constantly having something snarky or egotistical to say to anyone, having more of a bite than usual.

“What is up with him today? I thought we were past this?” Fanboy asked Rooster during their break. Rooster shrugged, honestly a little concerned himself, “I don’t know. I think his hook-up leaving without a note is affecting him more than he thinks it is.”

They didn’t know Hangman could hear them, or how right they were. But Jake was just going to put up more walls, hoping they were strong enough for when he inevitably saw you again.

***********

You barely left your motel room, choosing to lay in bed and feel sorry for yourself.

“Hey! Y/N,” Sam used his key to come in, his face scrunching up in confusion when he didn’t see you at first. But then it fell when he saw you curled up under the covers of your bed.

He came over and knelt by the bed, “Hey, you okay?” “Is one ever okay in this life, Sam?” He furrowed his brows, you’d never shown doubt that this wasn’t the life you wanted. You told both of them yourself that you’d wanted to hunt since you were a teenager and that you took up local cases in college. As far as anyone in the hunter world was concerned – you were born for this life.

“I don’t know. I guess that’s up to whoever you ask,” Sam gave you a sympathetic smile. You shifted, laying more on your side to face Sam.

“What was it like? When you were at Stanford, away from all of this?” He sighed, “Honestly?” You nodded, “As honest as you can give me.” “The thoughts never left, the instincts to check every dark corner and under the bed were still there,” he looked into your eyes, seeing you hanging on every word. “But,” he started again. “It was nice to feel normal for once. I had a glimpse of what was out there. It was nice.”

You sat up, propping yourself on your hand. “Do you regret coming back? Do you wish that you would’ve just told Dean to fuck off that night?” He sighed, “Sometimes yeah. But how would I know if things turned out differently? Maybe Jess would be alive, maybe she still would have died, but I’ll never know.” “Does that not bother you?” “As a Winchester you stop being bothered by a lot of things.”

You brought your knees up, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your chin on your knees, “I guess it’s just not in the cards for us.” “I wouldn’t say that. Maybe it’s all a matter of circumstance.” You turned your head, looking at Sam with tears in your eyes, “Is it worth it? Getting out? Chasing a life that you thought only existed in fairytales…”

Sam blinked, his eyes studying you. Never once had he believed you would think about getting out. You’d always shown this intimate knowledge and this passion for hunting and helping people in a way no one else could.

So he wondered why you were questioning everything all of a sudden.

But before he could voice it, your phone rang.

You quickly answered it, “Agent Gibbs.” Sam moved to sit on your bed. “Y/N, we got another one. A pilot, Lieutenant Junior Grade Parson,” it was Jimmy. “Oxytocin levels were high and cops said his friends saw him leave the bar with a girl.” “Okay, thank you for letting me know.” “Okay.” You hung up and looked at Sam.

“We,” you scratched your forehead. “We have another body. Lieutenant Junior Grade Parson, he was a pilot.” Sam nodded, “Okay, Dean and I will go check it out.”

He got up moving to leave, but he turned to you.

“Hey, if you need to talk-” “Thanks Sam,” you smiled gently at him, laying back down. He gave you a tight lip smile and left.

Outside, Dean was waiting for him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam glanced back at your door. “She -uh- she’s gonna stay in for a little bit. We both know she didn’t come home until this morning, she needs to get over her hangover. But we have another body, we need to go to the ME’s office.”

Dean nodded and uncrossed his arms to get in his car, “Alright, let’s go. We couldn’t go get the vials last night, might as well get the fresh blood.”

*******

They pulled into the ME’s office.

“Sam, Dean, glad you could make it. I take it you’re here for the blood?” The brothers nodded, “Yeah.” “Where’s Y/N?” “She stayed out last night. We aren’t sure what she was doing but she didn’t come back until early this morning,” Sam told him.

Jimmy just nodded and went to go get the blood from the storage area.

But he came back empty handed, “They’re gone. All of the vials are gone.” “The blood is gone?” Dean asked with a brow raised. “Who could have taken them?” Jimmy shrugged, “I don’t know. No one else is allowed back there except for me and- son of bitch!” Sam stepped forward, “Who else has access, Jimmy?” Jimmy put his hands on his hips, “My assistant.”

*******

You nursed a beer as you sat in the little kitchen of the motel room.

The ache in your chest and the pit in your stomach hadn’t gone away. As hard as it was to believe, you missed him. Missed the feeling of being under him – being around him.

Your phone rang. “Floyd.”

“Y/N, we gotta go to the bar.”

Your chest fluttered with hope before it filled with anxiety. Going to the bar meant seeing him again, and you couldn’t say with confidence that you wouldn’t run to him and spill everything. Your true line of work, monsters – all of it.

“Did you get the vials?” You asked standing up. “No, Jimmy’s assistant is the siren. She took the vials before we got there,” Dean grumbled. “Get changed, we’ll meet you there.”

*********

Jake played pool with Coyote, not really trying his hardest.

“Okay, what the fuck is up with you?” Javy asked. Hangman furrowed his brows, “What are you talkin’ about?” His friend sighed, “You’ve been a bigger ass than usual today, and now-” He gestured to the table. “-you act that you don’t give two shits about this game. What the hell dude?”

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, “‘Yote, look, nothing’s going on. I just-” The bell chimed and it pulled Jake’s attention to the door.

And all the walls he built came tumbling down.

He watched you walk over, a clear drive in your step as your eyes were set on Bob.

But when you got over and looked up, your confidence faltered and your eyes widened. Your eyes locked on Jake’s and they didn’t want to leave.

“Agent Gibbs,” Bob spoke up. “How can we help you?” You blinked, stumbling over your words as you tore your gaze from Jake. “Uh, yes. Yes, did any of you know Lieutenant Parsons?” The squad nodded, “Yeah, he’s a pilot in the TOPGUN program, why?” You sighed, “He was found dead on the beach this morning.”

The group was silent, processing the information given to them.

“He left with a girl, not too long after she began talking to him,” Bob started. He had watched a girl emerge from the bathroom and walk right up to the young pilot, say a few words before sipping his drink and handing it back for him to sip from. Then he got up and followed her out, he thought it was just a coincidence but now that you were here, he learned it was exactly what you had told him it was.

“Did you see what the girl looked like?” “Blonde, tan, maybe 5’6”.” You nodded, “Did anyone know the Lieutenant personally?” “Hangman, you were pretty close with Parry weren’t you?”

Payback's voice drew Hangman out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah, yeah I knew him pretty well. He went to school with my sister.”

“Did he say anything to you recently?” Jake swallowed when you addressed him, suddenly feeling nervous. “Yeah, he said his best friend sent him videos of his girl back home. Let’s just say they weren’t friends after that.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’ll let you guys get back to your night.”

“Agent?” You turned, “Yes, Lieutenant?” “Can I talk to you, alone?” Jake nodded toward the deck door. “Of course.”

You followed Jake outside and he leaned against the rail.

“Jake, look-” “Why did you leave?” Your breath caught in your throat, your bullshit excuse dying on your tongue. “Because I can’t let you get hurt.” “You leaving hurt, Y/N. I thought…” He shook his head and rocked on his feet as he looked at the sand.

You took a cautious step forward, “Thought what Jake?” He scoffed, standing up straight, “That last night was more than just a hook-up.” “It was, Jake. That’s why I had to leave…” His nostrils flared, “That makes no goddamn sense. We pour our hearts out to each other and you just fucking leave? I bare my heart to you and you throw it away!”

“I can’t let you get killed because of me Jake! Everyone that I let into my life dies!” You finally shouted back. “What do you mean?” “Jake, with my line of work-” “Being a federal agent? Yeah I know that’s dangerous but-” “No! God! Jake, there are things in this world that you don’t understand! Things that only live to cause pain and suffering. Things that go bump in the night. I’m not NCIS Special Agent Gibbs,” you threw your badge down. “I’m Y/N Floyd. I’m a hunter. I hunt monsters.”

Jake blinked at you, his stomach twisting in knots and his heart felt full of cement. “You hunt monsters? Like werewolves, vampires, the fuckin’ boogieman?” You threw your arms out, the weight of that secret being lifted off your chest, “Yes!”

Foolishly, you hoped Jake would understand and let you go, and maybe that pit in your heart would go away.

But he laughed.

Right in your face.

“You really think I’m stupid enough to believe that? That you can just say some outlandish bullshit and I’d believe you?” His throat burned as he said the words, because he wanted to believe you. The look in your eyes was the same one he saw last night as you both told the other about how much having a family mattered to you. But what you were saying was ridiculous. Monsters? Those weren’t real.

He bit his lip and shook his head, “God, and to think I thought you were different.” He watched your heart shatter and he felt his crumble. He pushed it away and shoulder checked you before walking back inside, leaving you there as rain clouds rolled in.

Bob watched Jake walk in and right toward him. “Your sister needs a reality check, Floyd,” he said right in the WSO’s ear before getting another drink from the bar.

*******

You sat at the bar, drowning yourself in bourbon.

“Whoever the guy was, he’s stupid to stand you up,” a male voice said from in front of you. You looked up to see a bartender, a rag thrown over his shoulder. He was tall, with tan skin and striking green eyes, his blond hair styled perfectly. “Hi, I’m Evan.”

You downed the glass, grimacing as you swallowed, “Wasn’t stood up. I -uh- just got a lot going on.” “I can see that,” he leaned on his forearms. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head, tapping your glass on the table, “You wouldn’t understand. But I’ll take another round.”

He gave you a sad smile and poured you another glass. “Just cause I might not understand doesn’t mean I won’t listen.” You scoffed, sipping the amber liquid, “It’s a lot to hear, trust me.”

Evan sighed, his tactic wasn’t working, just like it failed to work on Jake the previous night.

A loud cheer drew your attention to the aviators at the pool table, and you caught eyes with Jake. That’s when it clicked, why nothing worked on Jake the previous night and why it wasn’t going to work now. Evan couldn’t lure you in with his words before putting you under his spell – he just had to go straight for the kill.

Before you turned back around, Evan took a sip of your drink, sitting it back down with the side he drank from facing you.

You turned back with tears in your eyes, but you didn’t touch the drink. “Hey, Sweetheart, it’s okay, he’s an idiot.” You cut your eyes at him, “Don’t call me that.” The way he said it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He nodded, “Got it. Apologies.” You downed the rest of your drink and Evan smirked.

Suddenly you felt light headed. “Oh, I think you’ve had too much, let me get you home.” Evan rounded the bar before you could say anything. You felt like you should protest, that this wasn’t the guy you needed to take care of you. But you couldn’t resist and followed him out.

****

Jake had watched you leave with the bartender he didn’t recognize and he felt a deep pull in his gut that told him you were in trouble, but he shook his head and went back to playing pool.

Phoenix must have noticed it too because when Penny helped Fanboy deliver the next round she asked when she got a new bartender. Penny shook her head, “I didn’t hire a new guy.”

Jake's blood ran cold and he met Bob’s eyes before both were ditching their cues and booking it out the doors.

They ran into Sam and Dean on the way out. “Where’s Y/N?” Jake asked. Dean shrugged, “Inside, we told her to meet us here.” “No, she just left with some guy.” Sam perked up, “What does he look like?” “Like Hangman,” Bob said, pulling his keys out of his pocket. “It’s the siren. We have to find them, come on.”

Jake moved to follow Bob to his truck when Dean stopped him, “You have to stay here.” Jake squared up, “Like hell I’m staying here. She needs me.” “I can’t let you get hurt.” “I don’t give a fuck if I get hurt! She might die! I’m going.” Jake ripped his arm out of Dean’s grip and got in Bob’s truck.

Dean looked up at Sam, “I don’t think we have much of a choice Dean.”

******

You sat on the couch of your motel room, the siren walking back and forth, twirling the brass blade.

“You know Y/N. You’ve had a lot of hardships when it comes to love. You just can’t get it right can you?” He squatted in front of you, “You’ve tried to have the ‘apple pie life’, but you just can’t give up hunting- can you? It got your last partner killed. And this last one, well he just didn’t believe you.”

He pulled you up by your hands, “You’re never going to achieve that life, Y/N. You’ll never have it. No matter how hard you try. So why don’t you just end it now? End it for me, and I’ll help you create that life in another world.”

The siren pressed the blade into your hand. “Do it.”

Tears ran down your face as you looked at the knife; you didn’t want to, but your body was telling you to plunge that blade straight into your chest – you couldn’t control yourself.

But just before you could, the door swung open with Jake, Sam, Dean, and Bob running inside.

Evan grabbed your shoulders, pushing the blade towards your heart. “Fucking do it, Y/N.”

“Y/N don’t!” Bob’s shout made you jump and the blade moved and you stabbed yourself in the side. You fell to the ground, knocking into the coffee table. “Shit!” Bob ran to catch you so your head didn’t hit the ground.

Jake watched the blood pool on the carpet and stain your brother’s hands. He glanced over to where Sam and Dean were fighting with the guy. That’s when he saw the guys face in a mirror, seeing the siren’s true form. “Holy shit…”

He looked to see where you were struggling against Bob, trying to pull the blade from your side. “Y/N, no you’ll bleed out. Stop. Stop!” You cried, “I can’t, Bob! I need to do this! Just let me.”

The blade wasn’t in all the way, but it was in enough that ripping it out could cause serious damage.

“Seresin! A little help!” Bob shouted, spurring Jake into action.

Jake immediately was at your side, pinning your arms down, placing his knee across your hips. “Bob, pull the knife out slowly and then I’ll put pressure on it.” “Jake-” “Rob! We need that blade!” Dean’s gruff voice sounded and more punches were thrown.

Bob sighed, extremely conflicted. “Bob,” Jake’s gentle voice echoed. “I’ve got her. I promise.” And Bob believed him.

Gently removing the blade, Jake grabbed a blanket to put pressure on the wound. “Come on, stay with me.”

“Y/N, use the gun on the floor!” The siren sang, and you easily wrestled out of Jake’s grip and grabbed the weapon.

Jake’s eyes widened and he lunged for you, gripping onto your wrist. “Y/N, Y/N no! You can fight this, c’mon. Fight him.” You sobbed underneath him, “I can’t. He’s right I’ll never-” Jake looked you directly in the eye, “Shut up. He’s not right, whatever the fuck he said to you isn’t right. You get to decide what’s right about you, not some freak of nature. You, Y/N Floyd, get to decide how you live your life. Whether or not that means falling in love is up to you.”

Hangman watched your eyes lose the glossiness that had settled over them, and you blinked a little bit. “Fuck, that was weird.” Jake chuckled in relief, you were back, “There she is.” You swallowed, keeping eye contact with the man above you, “Is it dead?” He shook head just as the blade slid on the ground, followed by a beat up Bob. “No, the bastard is very much alive.”

You tilted your head, confused, “Then how-” “Son of a bitch!” You sat up, glancing to see Sam unconscious and Dean trying to fight against the monster. “Shit,” you scrambled up and towards the blade.

Jake watched you pick up the blade and leap over the couch, stabbing the creature in the chest and twisting the blade before ripping it out.

“Holy shit.” Jake scrambled up and over to you. “That was badass, Sweetheart.” “Thanks,” you breathed out, feeling light headed. You swayed a little, causing both Jake and Dean to reach out and steady you. “You okay, kid?” Dean asked, looking at your wound. You nodded, “Yeah- yeah, I’m-”

Before you couldn’t finish your sentence, you fell limp into Jake’s arms. “Y/N!”

*****

A few hours felt like an eternity to Jake as he waited by your bedside for you to wake up.

Bob sat on the other side, leg bouncing nervously as he watched the rise and fall of your chest. “Floyd, she’s gonna be okay,” Jake reassured. “How can you know?” Jake shrugged, reaching out to grab your hand. “I just feel it.”

About 30 minutes later, your eyes fluttered open.

“Hey pretty girl,” Jake drawled next to you, sleep lacing his voice. “How long have I been out?” “A few hours. But you’ll be fine. This fella-” Jake sat up, stretching his back. “-Castiel, I believe is what Dean over there called him. He patched you up real nice.” You chuckled, but then realized what Jake had witnessed.

“Oh my gosh. You must have so many questions.” He nodded, “I did but Bob and your friends helped sort everything out, so I have a bit of understanding.” You nodded, smiling a little at him.

He smiled back and kissed your knuckles, “I’m sorry for not believing you before.” You shook your head, “I wouldn’t have believed me either.” You squeezed his hand, “But would you believe me if I said that I didn’t want to leave?” Jake nodded, “Yeah. Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t believe in love at first sight until you walked into the bar?” You smiled, “Yeah, because I was the same way.”

“Y/N, good you’re awake,” Cass’s gruff voice pulled your attention away from Jake. “Hey, Cass, thanks for fixin’ me up.” He nodded curtly before sitting down on the bed. “I have some questions.”

You nodded, “Shoot.”

“Did you break out of the siren’s spell before you killed it?” You nodded, frowning a little, “I did, why?” “How?” You squeezed Jake’s hand, “Jake pulled me out, I don’t really know how that worked but he did.” Cass nodded. “And I never felt fully under the spell, like my body was doing it but my mind, heart, whatever, was telling me to stop. It was weird.”

Cass nodded again, “That’s because you found your soulmate.” “I’m sorry, what?” “Jake, he is your soulmate. Siren’s have little power over soulmate bonds as strong as yours, that’s why he was able to pull you out of the spell.”

Jake looked at you, smiling like a fool.

“That explains why I’m so comfortable around you.” “And why my heart felt heavy after I left.” Jake pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

When you pulled away, you mumbled against his lips, “That’s why I’m questioning everything I thought I knew.” “What do you-” “I’m gonna stop hunting. Right here, right now.” “You’d give that up for me?” “Yes!” “I couldn’t ask you to give that up.” You shook your head, “You’re not. I’ve wanted to get out, but I thought it was never possible. That I could never have the life I’ve dreamt of, but these past few days have turned what I thought I knew on it’s head.”

“I think you’ve been spending time with us too much,” Dean chuckled out. “You deserve this, Y/N,” Sam smiled at you and Jake. “Are you sure?” They nodded and you turned to Jake, “That settles it, I’m staying here.” Jake smiled, “And I know the perfect place.”

**********

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[angelsrcute]

Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

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[cyath]

👁👁...

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[twstowo]

Kissing Their Foreheads [Twst Second Years]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: You kiss their foreheads.

♡︎ Warning: Foreheads

♡︎ Did this thinking about my forehead post.

[First Years]☆[Here]☆[Third Years]☆[One final forehead kiss]

⋆⋅☆Riddle:

Surprise kiss this man's forehead, and he will squeal so loudly you'll have to excuse yourself from the room to laugh. He'd probably collar you if it's a surprise, then apologize. Whether it's a surprise or not, he'd become a blushing mess. He enjoyed the kiss so much that he began kissing your forehead, expecting you to repay him sooner or later.

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⋆⋅☆Ruggie:

Kissing Ruggie's forehead? Prepare for the fact that he'll now only kiss yours. You showed him something unexpected he enjoyed, maybe because it was you who initiated it. There's something strange about this kind of kiss, it made him feel like he is so important to you, to the point that even his forehead you found kissable.

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⋆⋅☆Azul:

Freezes when you do it, needing a few minutes to process before realizing he really liked it and wants you to do it again. He'll literally make you sit on his lap for easier access. Now you can't go anywhere unless he feels satisfied with your kisses.

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⋆⋅☆Jade:

Climbs a ladder Oh, a kiss on his forehead? He'll tease you about it endlessly. You'll never live down this moment; even at the altar when the two of you are getting married, he'll bring up the forehead kiss because you just couldn't get him out of your head. Kiss him again, he liked it, turn the tables against him and kiss him until he's so embarrassed he needs to cover his face.

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⋆⋅☆Floyd:

Climbs a ladder again. Depends on his mood. If he's in a good mood, he'll squish you until he's bored, and there's no escape. If he's in a bad mood, he won't pay much attention, but when he feels better, he'll come find you. It doesn’t matter if you are in class, talking with people or studying, he'll make you kiss his forehead again.

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⋆⋅☆Kalim:

Yes! Do it again. He smiled so brightly after you kissed his forehead that you were blinded. He loves any kind of kisses or touches you give him. He'll kiss your forehead in front of everyone next time; it's your new greeting. You pass by him? Forehead kiss. Jamil literally has to leave the room before he gets sick.

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⋆⋅☆Jamil:

Oh no. Did. you. just. kiss. his. forehead? In denial. Can't believe it. He hides his face, unable to show he's embarrassed. Kiss his forehead again, and he'll just hug you to make you stop. At least this way, you can't see his face. After some months he will kiss your forehead out of nowhere, it took him all that time to gather the courage.

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⋆⋅☆Silver:

Oh, he loves it. Every time you kiss his forehead, he'll return the gesture. It turns into a contest until he falls asleep or Sebek barges in, yelling about your indecent actions. He enjoys when you play with his hair, resting his head on your lap, and receiving forehead kisses, it makes him feel warm inside.

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[etheries1015]

The Twisted Wonderland orange peel theory

The orange peel theory: A theory in which one requests their significant other to peel an orange for them. If they say yes, then it means they are willing to do small tasks for their lover. If they say no, it may suggest they are less willing to offer support, the theory says.

featuring: Lilia, Malleus, Trey, Rook, Vil, Leona, Ruggie, Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Jade, Floyd

Sitting around in the presence of your beloved whilst holding an orange, you glance at him contemplating something. You decided to put him to the test! Will he pass?

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader. Also if you don't like oranges/are allergic to them, just imagine something else! <3

TW: None! Just fluff <3

Lilia

Your fae lover sat at his computer playing away at his video game while you lay upon his bed fiddling with an orange in hand. You glanced over at him, turning around to lay on your stomach and holding out the orange.

"Lilia, love?" You asked.

"Yes, darling?" He replied, eyes glued to his screen

"Will you peel this orange for me please?" He paused his movements and turned his head to look at you with a carefree smile upon his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed the orange out of your hand and began peeling away at the skin and discard it in the garbage that sat next to his gaming desk. You giggled slightly and thanked him with a kiss against his cheek, Lilia removing himself from his computer and engulfing you in a hug tackling you to the bed.

"If you wanted my attention, surely you could have found something more creative than peeling an orange, my little bat~"

verdict: Pass! He had the wrong idea of your intentions, but he still won.

Malleus

"Malleus," You asked the tall male, interrupting his focus in crafting the gargoyle he had been paying attention to, holding out the orange in your hand.

"Yes?" He asked, averting his attention from his craft to attentively look at you. He glanced at the orange and flicked his eyes back to yours, tilting his head in confusion.

"Will you peel this for me, please?" Malleus had furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly- a frown upon his lips as he studied the fruit.

"Are you struggling with peeling it by yourself?" He asked in genuine concern, grasping your hands to study them, "Are you experiencing any pain that is hindering your skills?" You giggled at his strangely focused pout while analyzing your hands, it wasn't even a moment later before he used his magic to lift the orange, peel it, and even take apart each of the slices before grabbing it with his hands and holding one to your mouth.

"Here, I shall feed you. No need to further strain your hands, dearest."

Verdict: Pass...? he has the spirit!!

Trey

The moment you were studying the orange dubiously with an interesting look of focus immediately caught his attention. You didn't even have to ask Trey before he was asking for you!

"Would you like me to peel that for you? You've been staring at it for a while," He chuckled. You smiled up at him and held out the orange with enthusiasm and a nod. He took it gracefully and peeled it perfectly, handing it back and throwing away the peels for you.

"You're the sweetest," You smiled whilst popping a slice into your mouth, Trey responding with a bashful smile and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"There's no need for that...you just seemed deep in thought, so it was more or less an excuse to bring that up. Is something on your mind? You can talk to me about anything."

Verdict: Pass with flying colors!

Rook

"Rooook!" You called out holding an orange to the sky, "Can you peel this orange for me, please!? I don't want my hands to smell like oranges!" You seemed to be calling out into the woods at nothing, but in reality you were sitting against a tree waiting for Rook to finish hunting. You decided to put his loyalty to the test. You heard rustling around before an arrow zoomed past the top of your head, piercing the orange out of your hand and hitting the tree.

Your jaw slacked open, mortified.

You trusted Rook with your life, yes, but he likes to test this sometimes.

"If that is what your heart desires, of course I shall peel this orange for you, my beloved!" He skipped over and took the orange off of the tip of the arrow and began to peel away at it. You stared at him in horror.

"...Rook."

"oui?" An innocent smile as he worked away at the...now miss-shapen fruit.

"Go get me a new orange."

Verdict: ...Questionable pass..? He went and got you a new orange, and peeled it properly for you.

Vil

"Can you peel this for me?" Vil glanced over with furrowed eyebrows and a frown upon his perfect features.

"Why do you require my assistance in peeling an orange? Are you unable to do it yourself?" The question was valid and innocent enough, but you were determined to go through with this challenge.

"Just do it, please?" You gave him puppy eyes, "I don't want to get the peeling under my nails." An excuse you felt he would be able to understand, surely!

"And you believe I do?" He retorted.

Touché...

You flashed him a pout, and he caved. Vil sighed and held out his hand for you to place the orange, slowly and with care removing it's peel. You gave him a bright smile and a little giggle, for you knew he always caves eventually when it comes to you. He loves that part of you though, how you seem to always brighten up at the smallest of things. It's a part of your charm.

"What are you giggling about? It's just an orange, silly potato. You get excited over the most random of things..."

Verdict: Pass with some push

Leona

"No." He was pretty immediate to reject your question. You began to whine and pester him.

"Leona! Please? Will you do just this little thing for me?" You gave him puppy eyes, to which he sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes.

"Why can't you do it yourself?"

"Because I want you to do it."

"That's not an answer."

"Why do I need to have a reason?"

"You woke me up from my nap to peel an orange."

"And?"

He turned around to fall back asleep, you responded with shaking his body and complaining to your lover. Leona turned his body and used his strong arms to pull you into his chest.

"Stop your whining and take a nap with me, herbivore. The orange can wait."

Verdict: Fail...? but in a weird way. You get it?

Ruggie

"Eh?" Ruggie looked up at you with wide eyes, "Peel an orange? Why?" You pouted at the brown haired heyena and placed your free hand upon your hips.

"Because you're my boyfriend, and i'm asking you oh-so-nicely..." He shrugged and took the orange, peeling it.

And then, when you thought he was being extra nice to you and peeling away the slices for you to eat, he took half of the orange and popped it into his mouth. Much to your dismay.

"My orange!!" You complained. Ruggie handed you the other half and laughed.

"What? There's always a price for labor, even if it's just an orange! Besides, you're my s/o, and I wanted it oh-so-bad...sharing is caring, right?"

Verdict: Pass...and you made him go get you another orange. In which he also ate half of before it got to you.

Ace

"Peel this for me," You said in the middle of watching a movie, holding out the orange. Ace eyed it dubiously before looking back up at you.

"Eh? Why can't you do it yourself?" He whined, "I don't wanna smell like oranges."

"Ace, please? for me?" He gave you a deadpan stare and you spent a solid minute just looking at each other in a silent battle. He then sighed loudly and obviously theatrically, snatching the orange away from you and peeling it (not without some attitude.)

"I don't get it...I've seen you peel oranges so many times. I don't think you actually care about smelling like oranges, somethin' else is definitely going on here!"

Verdict: Lowkey failed, but that's okay. Eventually, it worked!

Deuce

"Deuce, can you peel this for me, please?" You asked the blue eyed male, offering up the orange.

Deuce was pretty fast to jump to the opportunity to peel it for you. He likes when you can depend on him on such tasks that are seemingly mundane, it makes him feel important, that you trust him. Even though it isn't that deep. Grabbing the orange and peeling it with eagerness, you smiled fondly at him.

"Here you go!" He said proudly, handing you a...messily peeled orange. It wasn't very pretty, you could see parts of the orange where he managed to either miss some of the peel or scraped some of the main part with his nail by mistake. But that didn't matter to you.

"Sorry it isn't the best...I should practice peeling oranges so it's perfect next time. Huh? You were just testing me? Don't worry, i'll do anything you ask of me! It's important to work as a team, so you won't have to worry about doing tasks by yourself!"

Verdict: Pass, he's a little angel

Riddle

"Riddle," You said taking him away from his studies, "Will you peel this orange for me?" The red head set down his pen and looked over at you and then the orange, holding out his hand for you to give to him right away.

"Of course. Hand it here." You gladly gave him the orange and he peeled it perfectly, cleanly, and discarding the peels right away and standing up to wash his hands.

"I don't mind doing such things upon your request. It's a healthy snack too, much better than the chips and other things I see Ace and Deuce sneak around...hm? No, I don't mind if you eat your orange while we study. Now... where were we?."

Verdict: passed with flying colors (Already knew about this theory beforehand, but wouldn't let you in on that!)

Jade

It was pretty simple, you handed the orange while he was reading something, and he peeled it without you even asking. He peeled it while reading, handed it back to you, although handing you the peels to throw away yourself. You smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Jade chuckling in response.

"Were you testing me with the orange peel theory? What, are you surprised I know of it's existence? I actually anticipated you would attempt it at some point. I see some of the things you like to look up. How do I know what you search online? ...hehe. That's a secret."

Verdict: Pass! ...with a few extra questionable things!

Floyd

"Haahhh?" He looked at you with his signature look of annoyance and dismay. "What'dya mean you can't peel an orange? I don't wanna either," He whined, going back to...whatever weird thing he gets up to in his free time.

"Floydddd," You pouted, "Please? for me?" He looked at you, then the orange. Then you, then the orange. This went on for a minute.

"Fine. I'll go ask Jade." You fled the scene before you could reap the consequences of your statement, hearing his loud protests from afar and the sound of scrambling to catch up to you...

Verdict: Fail. Big big fail. Sorry Floyd lovers.

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[forgwater]

"Ah, yes. Me, my beloved Prefect and my lookalike tsum from another dimension."

Twst Boys and their reactions to you cuddling their tsum instead of them Headcanons

part 1 part 2 part 3

Riddle Rosehearts

He's baffled.

There has to be a rule about this somewhere!

Yes. The Headmage said he must look after the tsum until it can get back to where it came from and he will, but this is too much.

Does this creature have no manners?!

It must know the two of you are dating. It might even have its own version of you waiting for him to return!

And yet.

Here it is, hogging all your attention as you hold it close to yourself.

You're not even facing him!

And no. He is not crossing his arms and pouting.

Cater Diamond

He thought the tsum was pretty nice at first.

He's been forced to reconsider.

Cater would love to take a picture of you with his tsum. For his eyes only so don't you worry~

You must look so cute snuggled with the plush!

And it looks like him!

It really would be adorable!

If only you weren't facing away from him, your face presumably buried in the soft tummy of his lookalike.

.......

This is not fair. You should be cuddling him! He's your boyfriend! Not that overgrown bean.

He secretly hopes the tsum falls off the bed in the middle of the night.

Leona Kingscholar

What do you mean you prefer that stupid plush??? He's right here!

Very much not happy. No matter how cute you look with his tsum in your arms.

He tries to pull the tsum out of your arms.

Tsum Leona is not letting go.

They lock eyes.

You're pretty sure they're glaring at each other.

.....

Fine. He'll let the tsum have this. He's not gonna risk an accident just because that bean is unwilling to let you go.

You're gonna have his tail on you tho.

Jack Howl

Why are you hugging his tsum like that?

Why is his tsum looking like a puppy getting affection?

He's getting second hand embarrassment.

It's not because he would like to be held like that by you. It's because....

Uh. Because...

I mean! He's a wolf! His tsum is a wolf! It should be a little more... dignified.

He's not needy like that!

And he didn't agree to this. The tsum has not business being in his space like this. Cuddling with his s/o....

He keeps looking over to you and his tsum. He's snatching that bean out of your arms at first light. They're gonna go for a run.

Floyd Leech

So this could go one of two ways:

Either he's annoyed and tries to snatch the offending plush from you, which will end up in a fight between the two.

Or

He thinks it's hilarious and that you look cute like that.

He still wants his cuddles tho.

What's Floyd to do in this situation?

He just plops himself over you and the tsum. He's letting all of his weight crush you.

Lucky(?) for you it's only his torso crushing you.

Good luck.

Epel Felmier

He's finally allowed to have a sleepover and this happens!

You've got to be kidding him.

Please tell him this is a joke. He's glaring daggers at the tsum.

I mean.... He's a strong and independent man! He doesn't need those cuddles.

Yes. Yes he does.

He's fine!

He keeps glaring at the happy tsum in your arms.

It's mocking him.

There's no way it's not.

He tries to snatch it out of your arms, but makes the mistake of going for the head.

He gets bitten by his tsum.

Sebek Zigvolt

First Malleus-sama, now this!

This creature must be taught respect!

HOW DARE IT JUMP INTO YOUR ARMS SO SHAMELESSLY!!!!

WHO DOES IT THINK IT IS?!

A KNIGHT TO MALLEUS SHOULD NOT BEHAVE THIS WAY!

UNBELIEVABLE!

Sebek gets into a one-sided screaming match with his tsum.

By the end of it he's almost in tears. How dare this glorified plush bean steal your affections away from him!

Tsum Sebek ignores all of this. It is far too preoccupied with enjoying your pets and hugs.

You attempt to console Sebek by promising it's only for tonight.

He does not look consoled.

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[mochinomnoms]

In regard to interspecies romance

Humans have a fairly easy time pursuing the other species in Twisted Wonderland, though there are exceptions to that rule.

multi (separate) x reader [wc] - 2,252 [note] - one of the first things i ever wrote, though i never posted cause i didnt edit it. thought i would anyways cause its kinda cute. Edited 12/14/23 to add a readmore

Despite their animal like tendencies and courting methods, it's incredibly common to see human-beastmen couples and families. Perhaps it's due to how similar their behaviors are to their animal counterparts, but humans are fond of how beastmen flirt and display affection. Beastmen are offended by the comparison, but it's hard to deny how similar, and cute, they are to the common wolf, hyena, or lion.

Wolf and other canine beastmen enjoy being close to their mates. They like to be physically affectionate, almost playful with their partners. They'll nuzzle into the crook of their neck—no matter how much bigger they are compared to their human—lean against them when they walk, and will happily be by their beloved's sided at all times. Furthermore, they primarily show their effectiveness as partners by being great providers, regardless of gender, and showing off how tight-knit their packs are. After all, family is very important to them, and they'll expect to have one, no matter how big or small, with their partner in the future.

If you catch Ruggie trying to slyly and smoothly place a hand on the small of you back when moving through crowds, no you don't. If a person notices Jack momentarily grabbing (gingerly, mind you) your sides as he slips behind you to reach the potion ingredient on the shelf above you, don't mention how his touch lingers ever so slightly. Maybe take it with a grain of salt when Jack tries to invite you to visit his family over break, as friends, of course. And when Ruggie brags to you about how well he watched over the neighborhood kids growing up, how he'd make for a great family man, it's all hypothetical.

Feline beastmen are more reserved in their affections in public, especially compared to canines, and even more so for lion beastmen. It's more common for them to show affection in more subtle manners, such as buying their partner's food and drinks without being asked, going out of their way to help them when they're struggling at school or work, and are able to spend hours just in their general vicinity. As long as their beloved is around, they're happy. In private, though, expect to have their entire body draped over them, weight and all, shoved into their personal space to the point that it becomes a foreign concept. Leona embodies this to his entire core, too prideful to perform PDA, but just prideful enough that he knows he can take up all your time and space with no consequence. Unless that consequence is your love and affection, which he supposes he could suffer through if you hear him purring, don't point it out.

All lion beastmen hold their pride close to their heart (no matter how much a certain prince would deny it) and their partner is no exception. Their pride is an intrinsically developed social network made of an extended, but closed family network. It requires all new partners to be carefully and slowly introduced to the rest of the pride, more so in Leona's case due to the royal family being traditionally made up of Sunset Savana nobility. You won't be the first non-beastmen, but are the first foreigner in a very long time to be introduced. Don't worry, though, Leona is nothing if not patient, and his family are just happy to know that he's found someone.

On the other end of the spectrum, however, are human-fae relations. Uncommon, though not for a lack of trying on humans' parts, due to most of the fairfolk residing in the isolated Briar Valley. The complicated history between the two species, ancient to humans but still relatively fresh for fae, doesn't help either. There's also the unfortunate consequence of humankind's rather short lifespans compared to the average 1,000-year lifespan of the fae. Unless the fae is in their final hundred or so years, they'll almost always outlive their partner without magical interference.

It's not impossible though, and as younger fairfolk leave the valley to explore the world, more marriages have resulted in half-fae children, both human and beastmen. As partners, fae are devoted to the health and safety of their loved ones. Increasing tenfold into nearly coddling territory with non-fae. Compared to them, their humans and beastmen are awfully fragile and naive, and require their protection. This can cause animosity between them, however, and only fae that are willing to learn and change their old ways result in happy, long-lived marriages.

They're also generally known to have lengthy courting methods: not dating, that implies something casual, no they court. Once they've established interest in you, their end goal is marriage, no ifs, ands, or buts. Fairfolk are generous with gifting during courtship: all gifts are about an equal-exchange and your acceptance of their gifts is a reciprocation of their feelings. At the end of the courtship, you can expect a small feast to be displayed at a ceremony held between their and your family. This is an especially important ceremony when courting humans and beastmen: fairy food can often cause lasting damages to those that consume it without permission. By offering their food to you and your kin, they are welcoming you into their world and telling you that they will never intentionally bestow harm to you or your kin. If you choose to accept the food, then you agree to do the same til the end of your days.

Lilia is a strange case, having already lived a long life and being well traveled, a gleeful participant in the strange customs and traditions of humans and beastmen. He'd much rather participate in other's dating and courtship rituals than his own people's. It's fascinating how fleeting the process can be, yet it can result in everlasting devotion. Don't mistake his flexible nature for disinterest, however. He's still a fae, and if you start finding silly little knickknacks of his on their desk, you can expect to never be rid of him.

The Draconia family-line is steadfast in their traditions, even if Lilia raised the latest prince. So don't expect anything other than the previously explained rituals from Malleus, even if you're not aware of them. Taking gems, jewelry, and clothing made of the finest material you'll ever lay hands from his hoard means little to him if it means you'll accept the gift (and him). Even if you aren't aware of how courtship works, the moment you pick up the black ring with the big oval emerald and Briar Valley crest, you're practically engaged in his eyes.

The courtship is long, even for Malleus who was one step away at every turn to skip over the entire thing in favor of just eloping. All for the person who decided that the great and terrifying Malleus Draconia was actually just a simple Mr. Hornton, a friend, companion who just wanted someone to stay by his side. If it means calling you his spouse, his fellow ruler, and the only love of his life even a moment sooner, then he'd be willing to throw tradition and ritual out of the very tall tower window just to do so.

Many years later, when you reminiscing how the two of you first met, and how long it took you to notice his feelings, you'll offhandedly mention the random gifts you found at your doorstep. How you wish you knew who was leaving those precious stones and golden amulets with no indication on who the admirer was. Upon further questioning, you'll tell him that you didn't even know you were being courted until two months into the ritual. It'll then click in Malleus's mind how utterly lucky he was that the two of you even got together in the first place.

It may be surprising, but human-mer relations have been extraordinarily rare. Only a handful of them have popped up since the times of the Sea Princess, who left her home for a human prince. In fact, you could probably count them on one hand! Perhaps this is due to the difficulties of having a romance between land dwellers and undersea folk; after all, it's much easier for humans, fae, and beastmen to interact when they all live on land. Merfolk can come up to the surface, and have been doing moreso in the last century, but having a relationship with someone who quite literally could not breathe in the same air/water as you is near impossible. At least, not without significant effort on one or the other's part.

Nearly all the human-mer romances that have occurred in history resulted in either one or the other abandoning their home to turn into a human/mer and live the rest of their days with their love in their new world. Certainly a romantic notion to be sure, but it most definitely require their love to be truly eternal. Or else you might run the risk of resentment brewing between the two. With a slowly growing need to easy access transformation potions and spells for business and diplomatic reasons, such romance is not far from reach, at least for those with money to spare. The next issue though would be the significant difference between land dweller and undersea folk's courting methods.

Perhaps it can be contributed to the more...feral nature of merfolk. Most of them still retain more animalistic features and behaviors than the average beastman. The twins are no exception to this. Even if you were to remove their claws, mucus covered skin, and 6-ft tail, you're still left with eyes suited for a deep-sea predator, nose that can smell the tiniest drop of blood in a pool, and rows of razor sharp teeth begging to bite down on your neck. The deep-sea is not only cold, but quite ruthless. So, it'll probably come as no surprise that moray eels will prove themselves as suitable partners by fighting either their competitors or you. If they can prove that they can hold their own, protect you from the horrors of the deep, then they have the right to go for your heart. That's not to say softer sentiments don't exist, and while similar the twins are still two separate people with different tastes. These tastes show during courting, though mers have a more casual date-like ritual.

Like fae, merfolk court via gifts, particularly handmade or ones they found themselves, and Floyd is awfully fond if gifting you the strangest things. A tooth that was knocked out from the student who shoved you a little too hard, a rock you tripped over in P.E., or a sand dollar he found on a trip to the beach were a few of the many items he gave you. Jade is similar, though he's more fond of making his own gifts. A necklace made of seashells found at the beach you had your first date in, a terrarium he made from plants that remind him of you, but your favorite was the small garden he started tending to on your kitchen windowsill. Breakfast was particularly delicious when made with his fresh mushrooms. Expect soon after the gifts lots of physical affection, public and private.

Don't be mistaken, they'll still bully you. But each of Floyd's bone-crushing hugs will be accompanied by a soft headbump from his forehead to yours. Jade's teasing, mean remarks will follow with a swift, sweet peck to your knuckles. They'll grab your notebook and hold it above their head until you agree to give them a kiss or punch them in the stomach, both are acceptable responses. Be a little mean back, they like the idea of a sweet and cute little human that can throw a punch. Your their sweet little human, and you make life in the deep exciting. Just don't ask about their flushed face every time they see you yawn, they aren't quite ready to explain that one yet.

Azul intensely studied a variety of topics before coming to land, even briefly glossing over dating, romance, and marriage before deciding he wouldn't need it anytime soon. He regretted that soon after meeting you, though he made do with what he knew. And what he knew as food. A combination of octo-mer courtship and being the son of a cook, Azul will discreetly court you by personally cooking and feeding you your favorite meals. It's the result of the dangers of ancient octo-mers eating their spouses after mating. Afterall you can't eat more if your already full. While not something they have to worry about now, it's an old ritual still used today, Azul has hear the way to a person's heart is their stomach and can wholeheartedly agree.

What's surprised you the most was what followed after, especially for someone as physically reserved as Azul: octo-mers are extremely clingy and affectionate. He doesn't have the heart to do anything more than handholding and chaste kisses to your cheeks in public, but he yearns to wrap all 8 tentacles and two arms around you so tightly that your gasping for a breath that he steals with his lips. He won't mention it, but he can taste the salt from your skin and the pulse from your wrists with his suckers. Take it from someone who grew up with a refined palate, he thinks your taste is equivalent to ambrosia from the gods, though that might be the lovesickness speaking.

i have a hard time writing savanaclaw for some reason, but imma working on it now! also tagging for all the guys is stressful idk what i should enter, like fullname or just first name idk man!! pls reblog and comment! lmk what you time, xoxo

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[wakacchi]

One tiny eel... . ̫.

The full library of +kareshi is in my ko-fi here!!

#twisted wonderland #twst+kareshi #twst x reader #twst imagines #floyd leech #jade leech #floyd x reader #jade x reader

[married-to-google-translater]

MC: *has to play therapist without pay* So Floyd is there something that scares you?

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[myunghology]

twisted wonderland 2nd years, except they're helplessly in love.

pairings ; riddle, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, silver x gn! reader. (seperate).

tw ; none.. unless it's a bit too cheesy..?

a/n ; my first twst work.. im terrified!!

☆ — RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS

nope. will not allow it. he has his priority- which is his grades. he won't allow himself to be distracted by you. (more below the cut!)

but you are gorgeous tho, he'll admit that.

oh, would you look at that.. he's been distracted.

other students, even students outside heartslabyul are getting a bit weirded out, like what do you mean he's stopping in his tracks just to watch you pass by.

doesn't even notice it himself that he's staring at you. it's about time he notices that he'd stopped walking is when floyd smacked his head..

well, to be fair, he's noticed himself that he gets nervous whenever he invites you to unbirthday parties, he feels like everything has to be perfect.

—which is why some heartslabyul students are kinda annoyed when you come. only because they have to do so much with riddle pressuring them every 10 minutes. they like you generally though!

plus riddle seems more relaxed when you're around. that's just a bonus though! (is it really)

cater has multiple pictures of riddle just staring at you— his gaze softening whenever his eyes land on you instinctively.

he offers to hold open the door for you whenever you run into each other outside the classrooms, he offers to help you whenever you ever get injured playing some sport, and he even let's you borrow his notes if you were absent in class for a good reason.

sure, maybe he might be a bit arrogant, and a bit of a cry baby, and definitely strict— but he has respect for everyone. especially you.

riddle rosehearts is truly, a gentleman in a world full of boys.

☆ — RUGGiE BUCCHi

him? in love? absolutely.

if ruggie was in love, it'll probably be obvious. he tries to hide it though,, but it's clear he isn't good at that.

he's pretty chill around you though, nothing too awkward.

let me tell you this, whenever you ask him for a request, he'll want something back. no, he isn't gonna ask for a kiss or a date. stop imagining that.

he wants you to pay him back by a favor, so that he can pull the "you owe me a favor, since i did ___ for you." card.

okay maybe then he'll ask you on a date. or he'll ask you to steal something from a student.

what can i say.. it's 50/50.. slowly leaning onto the date idea though.

ruggie isn't oblivious, or stupid either. he knows when he's in love. he's just too afraid to admit it. sometimes leona makes fun of him for being a "wimp" and to just confess.

also stares at you, but in class this time. bro isn't listening at all actually because he's too busy looking at you.

maybe i will admit that ruggie is a little shit but he's actually a sweetheart when he wants to be. it's a win/win situation if you like annoying guys but has a soft spot for you.

spoiler: he eventually sucks it tf up and soon confesses.

☆ — AZUL ASHENGROTTO

azul may be a tad bit conscious about what you think about him. screw that- he's definitely conscious about what you think about him. from not only about what happened during his overblot and from his insecurities.

he knows you aren't that type of person, but he can't help it.

it makes him feel a million times better when you reassure him though. even if it's making him a bit delusional.. but then again you might be saying that just because you pity him.

"or maybe they're just nice and they actually care have you ever thought of that" - floyd

you go to monstro lounge about once a week, and for sure, azul has sent jade and floyd to take care of you well, since of couse, most of the time he's busy.

floyd almost exposed azul's crush on you once when you two were chatting, thankfully jade was there to cover his mouth before he continued speaking.

but when he is actually there face to face actually talking to you, he sounds smug but in reality, he's a nervous wreck in the inside. you obviously know that though.

wait till you tell him that you find him cute..

he explodes

no i'm joking, he's just blushing really hard. like.. too much. again- it's kinda obvious that he likes you whenever you compliment him.

☆ — JADE LEECH

so, so respectful when talking to you. still a bit teasing though. he offers to help you even if you're carrying just one thing.

always glad to see you when you're visiting monstro lounge, floyd loves you just as much, but in a platonic way! he isn't going to steal jades version of his 'shirmpy'.

tried to make a drink thats named by you, azul didn't allow it, unfortunately. (for him). i'd be embarrassed tbh.

in your opinion jade is a bit weird.. but he's still super nice to you, no matter how weird this guy seems. he would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

similar to riddle- he opens doors for you, sometimes offers to cook for you, and sometimes treats you whenever you're at montro lounge. only if azul allows it though, which is pretty rare. like jade wtf dym "its on the house" no it's not shut up.

you sometimes wonder if his mushrooms are safe to eat or not.

it's probably best not to ask him though.

he may or may have not tried breaking into your dorm room because you weren't attending class and you weren't responding to his messages asking where you were. it was all on concern tho don't worry i swe-

genuinely doesn't have a problem with confessing, but he only confesses until he's confident that you like him back.

trigger warning for floyd though since he's probably gonna pop out anytime soon during the confession..

☆ — FLOYD LEECH

my condolences if he ever likes you.

just kidding, it'd be pretty fun if floyd started to like you. only if you really like his bone crushing hugs.

doesn't hide his crush on you at all, you gotta be super oblivious if you don't notice it if he didn't even confess to you yet the moment he finds out that he likes you.

you're definitely scared shitless whenever you see him. when you try to run away he chases you around the halls and he's so damn fast, it's nearly impossible to escape him.

plus- his mood swings too? who knows if he'll get excited when you run away from him or if he's gonna get pissed off.. but mostly he gets excited though.

has kabedoned you one, too many times. mostly to fluster you, but also to get your attention.

easily gets jealous- especially when someone else hugs you for a long time. no one can hug his shrimpy except him! he isn't possessive, that's just how floyd is.

also stares at you in class- but throws paper airplanes at you, with the writings inside saying "HI".

ends up getting in trouble because either he got caught, or riddle snitched. most likely the second one tho.

drags you to monstro lounge to help him clean up his OWN messes, but he (might) have intentionally done this to spend time with you..

☆ — KALiM AL-ASiM

probably one of the best people ever to have a crush on you if that even makes sense..

spoils you rotten, even more than when he spoils his friends which is obviously already huge. wanna buy something online but can't? he's already asking for the link so he can buy it for you!

you obviously feel bad whenever he does this, so you try to remind him that he doesn't have to do all of this stuff for you.

not only with gifts, he spoils you rotten with affection too. you feel bad for jamil as well, he seems annoyed, but as long as kalim's happy.

very very respectful and nice to you, and will stop anything you don't want him to do anytime, he sometimes flirts with you unintentionally too..

hugs you literally at literally any chance he gets, he's also pretty clingy, if you haven't noticed that yet.

shows you off to other scarabia students, it's pretty obvious that he has a crush on you too.

bro's lovesick

gets so upset when something happens to you because of him, worries that people will try to do some crazy shit to you as well because you have a good connection with him..

introduces you to his family like you're his wife or something.. and then when you ask him what are you guys he'll go:

"are we not engaged" "NO??"

he was fully convinced that you guys were dating already

he's a little bit delusional but that's ok..

☆ — JAMiL ViPER

like riddle, jamil does not have the time to fall in love with someone since he's already busting his ass off taking care of kalim.. and with his academics too. plus the overblot situation but we don't talk about that.

maybe you are a little bit scared of him as well, but little do you know this guy will literally adjust for you anytime. it's really hard to see though when he does.

VERY hard to see that he has a crush on you though. you'd confess and he'd be like,

"i gave you so much signs what do you mean i might not like you back"

you were starstruck when you heard him say that. what does he mean signs. does he mean when he glared at you in class..? you thought you did something wrong for a second.

like floyd, kalim once almost exposed jamil for liking you accidentally.. don't get me wrong, jamil didn't tell kalim anything, he just found out himself.

jamil definitely likes you trying his culture's food, especially if he cooked it himself! it's not obvious, but he lets a small smile creep up onto his lips.

studies with you too if you're ever having a hard time. studying? nah, more like tutoring.. he's kinda harsh at first but then softens up a bit when he sees that you're really struggling.

☆ — SiLVER

im sure we all know silver is a generally pretty reserved person. and that doesn't change even when he's crushing on you.

but you do notice him stealing glances from time to time whenever you walk past him, lilia definitely asks him about that.

he may be a tad bit more open with you than others? but it's purely because he trusts you.

you sometimes tie his hair to the hairstyle called "apple hair" when he's sleeping and he doesn't notice even when he wakes up, he only notices after looking at a mirror..

genuinely doesn't mind though. lilia thinks it's adorable (he also thinks you guys are perfect for each other)

and that's why lilias opinions are always important..

generally, you guys usually talk through chat because you two don't really have the time to talk to each other physically.

but still, he still thinks you're beautiful. even if he can't see you all the time. this dynamic is kinda like a hallway crush typebeat..??

lilia is your number 1 fan alongside malleus!! sebek still has mixed feelings but he likes you generally! he just isn't sure if he likes you for silver.. or if he's not sure if he likes silver for you.. does that make sense?

after awhile he joins malleus and lilia.

©myunghology

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #silver x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #siler #jian’s works!

[libraryraccoon]

Since it’s near the end of his birthday week can I request a Azul Reader with the Vees?

I think it would be pretty interesting how their dynamic is and when they learn of Azul reader being insecure about himself and especially with his past of being bullied for being a chubby child.

Gender : Male

Pronouns used : None

Message of Raccoon : I decided to add Floyd!Reader and Jade!Reader because yes.

Vees

Vox is the one who hired you after seeing you make a demon do a contract.

At that time you already had a bit of a reputation in Hell, but it was Vox that really got you moving forward/entering in the business.

You do the contracts for the Vees, taking care of all the paperwork.

You quickly became an integral part of the Vees, they even wanted to rename you Vazul!Reader..

…

It was Valentino who proposed the name, which you refused.

Valentino felt offended when you said his name ideas were crap.

You are the gentleman of the Vees !! And you have simps !

You are in a lot of edits in the tik tok of Hell, I just know it.

You often attend meetings of the Overlords, representing the Vees. Alastor was confused that a gentleman like you ended up with the Vees.

He asked if you sold your soul to them, something you denied.

I can see some overlords being suspicious of you and giving you side eyes when they learn that you are the new Overlord of the Vees.

None of them expected you to be a gentleman.

Floyd!Reader and Jade!Reader are your right-hand men. As soon as they saw that you had ended up in Hell, they directly gave you their souls without discussion. You didn't even ask them to sold their souls-

Floyd!reader always tries to kill Val every time they see him, you always have to stop them before anything bad happen.

Velvette, one day, found you having a panic attack, she managed to calm you down after a few minutes.

You told her about all your insecurities and Velvette tried to help you about it.

I headcanon that Velvette already had to take care of Vox's insecurities, but now she must take care of Vox's insecurities and yours..

Someone give her a break-

For making you stop thinking about it, she probably makes you watch a movie with the other Vees.

Velvette probably told Vox about your insecurities, but told him to not tell it to Valentino.

Valentino can't be trusted when it comes to insecurities.

Vox 🤝 Azul!Reader = having too much insecurities.

You and Vox are these two traumatized friends who support each other.

Valentino doesn't know about you being insecure and just thinks you're a confident and well-mannered overlord.

You're kind of like the Vees' father, making sure they don't do too much chaos.

You and Velvettes are the ones who take care of fixing Vox after Valentino breaks his TV/face again.

I can see Azul!Reader playing some kind of secretary to the Vees, making sure they go to all their meetings and reminding them what they need to do today.

When they saw your photos of chubby babies, they find it very cute.

Velvette asked you why you didn't like your old self, especially when you were so cute.

When they learned that you were bullied as a child for being chubby, they tried to track down the assholes throughout Hell.

Vox may or may not have broadcast their murders on TV while Velvette broadcast it on internet.

Valentino would have liked to publish it on his platform, but unfortunately an execution on a porn site would not have looked very professional and would have been frowned upon.

I can just see you having a family dynamic with the Vees tbh.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #vox hazbin hotel #valentino #velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #Azul!Reader #Floyd!Reader #Jade!Reader #Raccoon is writing #bad english #probably bad written #not proofread

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Malleus, Vil, Floyd, Jamil and Rook, please! Are waiting outside the building for (their crush) MC so they can walk together. They hear a BOOM and "AHHHHHHHHH" and suddenly they catch MC, who was sent flying out the 2nd story window by a misdirected spell blast. In thanks for catching her, she gives them a sincere and sweet kiss on the cheek? Thank you!!!!!!

Floyd Leech: 

You are incredibly thankful you caught Floyd on a good day, as splatting on the ground would be preferable to landing on an already irritated eel. He tilted his head as he stared at the window you flew out of, asking with a pout why you were having fun without him. Once his questioning is over (he wanted to recreate the experiment gone wrong with his VERY lucky lab partner next period), he asked what his prize was for catching you. You ignore the devious pointed grin to give him a kiss on his cheek, a real mistake as he squeezed you extra tight until he felt he was properly compensated in kisses.

Jamil Viper: 

Jamil thinks, at first, that he should’ve let you fall on your ass but his ‘don’t let the rich idiot die’ training kicked in automatically. He stared at you with a raised eyebrow, his disappointed mother look getting you to confess immediately to what had gone wrong. When you thank him he’s suddenly flustered, telling you not to bring him into your shenanigans unnecessarily as a real ‘thanks’. When you offered up a kiss on the cheek Jamil found himself thrown off balance again, doing his best to glare and cursing himself for only ever finding trouble.

Malleus Draconia: 

Malleus caught you with total ease, looking at you in his arms with an amused smirk on his face. He asked if you were alright, giving you a once over before carefully setting you back on the ground (you don’t think you’ve ever been that high up). Before you’re down though you find yourself wrapped around his neck, your lips pressed hastily against his cheek. Your boldness had always amused him and this was no different, Malleus asking if he could get another if he continued to hold you.

Rook Hunt: 

Rook thought he might’ve smelled trouble in the air then, lo-and-behold — a beautiful specimen was offered from the heavens above, falling directly into his strong arms within the blink of an eye. He is painfully curious on how you managed to get in a situation like that, having to compliment your ability to stay stunning even while wildly flying through the air in a panic. He insisted you invite him next time, even the sweet kiss on the cheek you give not enough as he refused to put you down until you agreed to bring him on your next adventure.

Vil Schoenheit: 

You can’t help but note that, despite his slim, sleek physique, Vil is actually quite strong. He doesn’t have any trouble holding you in his arms, sighing and asking what caused such a scene. He takes it in stride but you can see he wants to give a thorough lecture (and perhaps a much less elegant ass-kicking) to the person who almost caused you harm. Now, if you were the culprit behind your own almost demise you’d be on the receiving side of his withering glare, no kisses able to save you from the scolding he delivered.

#Twisted Wonderland #Disney Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Disney TWST #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Floyd Leech #Jamil Viper #Malleus Draconia #Rook Hunt #Vil Schoenheit #Floyd Leech x Reader #Jamil Viper x Reader #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Rook Hunt x Reader #Vil Schoenheit x Reader

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [YOU WAKE HIM UP WITH NONSENSE] ¡! ❞ pt.2

warnings: Pet names idk some might cringe at that, bad writing, Ace affectionately calling you bitch, some maybe turn out ooc - i just suck at a few characters-my apologies

summary: You wake him up in the middle of the night talking complete nonsense

characters: Twst boys x F!Reader

word count: 4.246

a/n: THIS IDEA WAS NOT FROM ME, unfortunately i can't find the creator so if you remember tag them! My writing wasn't as good as theirs tho

Riddle

Riddle's slumber is disturbed by the sound of his name. He doesn't answer right away, opening his eyes slowly and blinking a few times before he realizes his surroundings. "My rose?..." he asks, voice tired and hoarse.

He sits up, looking over at you. He sees you, and his expression softens. "Are you not able to sleep?..." "Remeber when i was walking my whale in the mountains, and i met two talking closets offering me a discount on money?" Clearly you make no sense, after all this was planned. You have to stiffle your laugh and giggles but you manage to stay serious nonetheless. Riddle blinks a few times as he tries to process what you're saying, his sleepy brain refusing to comprehend the words.

As his thoughts clear, his eyebrows frown as he attempts to make any sense of you talking about closets. Or discounts on money.

He blinks a third time to clear his vision. The expression on his face is pure gold, priceless. He looks adorable with his mouth agape. Riddle blinks a few more times. His eyes flicker as he attempts to discern your words, but he is too sleepy to put together the pieces.

"You walked a whale?" he finally manages. "Talking closets? Discount? Mountains??" He lets himself drop backwards onto the bed again and left out a sigh. "Mhm! Talking closets in the mountains" you softly laugh as you kiss his cheek and lay down beside him. Riddles cheeks heat up lightly, and he cannot help but blush.

"You can tell me all about it once its the right time..." and before you could even answer, he's out again....

Trey

The sound of your voice stirs him from sleep, and his eyes flutter open. Trey blinks a few times, the softest smile still gracing his features. He blinks again and again, finally fully comprehending the situation. His eyes widen as his lips part.

"Ah...yes?" he whispers, rubbing his eyes to rid himself of lingering sleepiness.

"I forgot to tell you that yesterday I was out with my mixer and we saw a duck on the runway having metal teeth." You can tell that the story has stumped him for a few seconds. He blinks, seemingly trying to process what you just said.

Though he knows the words make sense separately, all together they're a rather peculiar combination. He tilts his head, his brow furrowing.

"That's...a bit strange, no? Was it a normal duck aside from its odd teeth?" "Yeah!" His mouth quirks up. You can see a glimmer of amusement flit across his features as he chuckles. "A duck with metal teeth it was then, cool i guess." he says as he tries to form a picture of it in his mind. The concept of an otherwise-normal duck sporting metal teeth would definitely be a curious sight.

He lets out a soft snicker, clearly entertained by the absurd image. "Now," he yawns, "c'mere and sleep with me now, kay?" he mumbles tiredly and pulls you closer by your hips, pressing you against his body.

Cater

Cater's eyes open slowly, as if he was only half asleep. When he sees you, his eyes widen a bit and he tries to focus. His expression is soft and a bit hazy, but he seems to recognize you immediately. When he sees you, you notice a wave of tender affection flood his body as you hear him take in a deep breath before he lets out a quiet sigh. "Whatisitbaby..." he slurrs his words together.

"I baked a broom for you and decorated it with car keys for your happy easter celebration on Christmas!" Cater blinks a few times, before he slowly lifts his head and blinks slowly. He seems a bit confused about your statement, how can someone not. He is too drowsy to respond just yet, so he merely smiles goofly at you gently and lets out a small yawn. His eyelids slowly start to close again, but he seems very content to just sit here with you.

Cater seems to be drifting off sitting, so you decide to let him return to sleep. His breathing grows heavier the moment his back hits the bed again, but you can still see his chest rise and fall softly as his body adjusts to a deeper slumber.

His face rests against your chest, but before he can fully fall back asleep again he slurrs a few words for you. "Youcantellmeallaboutitinthemornin'kaykaybaby?"

"Kay Kay, baby" you softly laugh and kiss his forehead.

Ace

Ace’s breathing pauses for a moment as he remains partially asleep. His eyelids flutter and his eyes remain closed, but he responds nonetheless. "Fuck off Juice...lemme sleep..."

"....bro youre in my room no blueberry juice here-" you deadpan. Ace raises his head, mouth open with a bit of droll running out. He blinks slowly, left eye earlier than the right, and looks drowsy at you. "Right....what's the matter babe?" He drops his head face down in the pillow again after he used all his energy to answer you. "So, yesterday when i wanted to visit the moon i accident took the wrong worm and we ended in the bushes where shoes grow." Ace laughs softly into the pillow and shakes his head at the absurdity of it all. “Ah, yes…I remember. Cool story babe.......now lemme sleep"

Before you can even react Ace wraps his arms cautiously around you and pulls beside him as he lays on his stomach. "You're one crazy bitch...fuck, i love you." He mumbles into the pillow again, before turning to face you and pull you closer into his chest. Ace lovingly kissed your forhead before stroking your hair and slowly falling asleep again.

Deuce

A quiet moan escapes Deuce’s lips, and he begins to stir. He opens his eyes and sits up— you can see that he is still half-asleep, blinking slowly and lazily at the ceiling. “Wha-...ar...are you hurt or somethin'?” he says in a gentle, hoarse whisper.

Your gentle touch on his shoulder has woken him from his rest, and yet he doesn't seem annoyed by it; quite the opposite, in fact.

"No, no I'm not hurt. But i just saw a flying console screaming for pudding outside our shower." "Pudding?" Deuce repeats the word curiously, blinking as he wipes his nose and sniffs tiredly. Your tone seems to suggest that he should find the word familiar, but the foest year seems genuinely clueless as to what you're talking about. He gives you a baffled expression, but you can tell that he's still not quite himself.

If there are any flying consoles out there, they aren't his concern. "Pudding... flying consoles..." he mumbles. "Baby, you want some pudding...?" He ask tiredly, looking over at clock on the wall, luckly the moonlight lets him see the time. "At..." he squint his eyes, "8 am?"...3 am but you don't want to burst his bubble just yet.

"I can wait till 8 am, no biggie" you say, smiling at how concerned but also confused he is. Although hes tired he still tries to be a good boyfriend for you. "M'kay...g'night..."...out like a light.

Leona

"Hmm" Leona groans. His hands trail up and down beside him lookung for your body to pull you closer against his body. But he didn't found you, instead you were sitting up. "Herbivore,...c'mere already."

He's still slightly groggy from sleep. Its common knowledge, waking Leona Kingscholar up is an unofficial crime. And now you even left his arms, the audacity. Good thing hes way to tired at 2am.

"I was looking for my teapot but instead found a dancing glass of ice tea waiting at the traffic light to turn into a tulip." "Ah... what?" Leona murmurs, slowly shifting upward. His gaze is still half-lidded by sleep; his eyes have yet to come back into focus.

He blinks at you a couple of times, before finally rubbing his eyes and frowning. Leona looks somewhat annoyed. "What nonsense are you saying?" He blinks some more, his voice still rough with sleepiness. "I...I love you come back and sleep." And since you didn't immediately react to him he growls back a, "Now."

Ruggie

Ruggie stirs at your voice, ears laying flat and lazy against his head. He opens his eyes slowly and looks at you with half lidded, sleepy eyes. "Mmm...is it morning already?" he asks quietly. "No." You smile gently at him and kiss his cheek. He smiles dopey and falls back against the pillows. "But...when I tried to read the picture about the story of the bear who went jogging in the clouds, i got confused."

Ruggie is just as confused. But smiles slightly as he props himself up in bed. He rubs his eyes, his expression one of amusement layered with tiredness.

"Ya know..., you really need to stop askin' me to help you with your homework,” he mumbles. "Huh?" "...Huh?" "....oh-" "yeah?..." Ruggie didn't know what he said, neither did he knows what he actually understood. And neither did you. You both just blink at each other looking confused, before he drops down into the pillows again and holds his arms out for you. "Come back and cuddle...ya silly little minx"

Jack

His ears twitch at the sound of your voice, and his eyes dart open in a sharp flutter. Blinking away the lingering sleep from his eyes, the world comes into focus.

When he realizes that its only you in front of him, he relaxes. "Are you not feeling well?" He's definitely not wide awake but isn't half asleep either. He quickly sits up too and puts his hand on your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb as he looks at you worried. That would make you melt under normal circumstances, but you had other plans this night. "I was attacked by a wild blueberry and it wanted to read my eyelashes off my nails."

Jack blinks. His thumb stops moving as he is processing your words slowly. "... You're... you're..." He trails off at the nonsensicality of the sentence. The words don't register, and he looks at you with confusion. His brow furrows.

"What?"

You can't help but giggle. "Alright...time for you to get some sleep, hm?" Jack sounds exhausting, from being sleepy and from you. He stroke your cheek lovingly one last time, before you cave in and lay back into bed. "Good girl...", sudden tiredness came over Jack and he lays back beside you, pulling you against his chest.

Azul

The voice breaks him from his slumber. He flinches in surprise, waking from a deep sleep. His lavender eyes shoot open. They look at you with a certain amount of fright — until they register your face, in the darkness of your bedroom.

"Pearl?" His voice is a whisper— husky with sleep, but soft all the same. "If a snail flys into a tree, does it turn pink or will it eat chips?" You immediately hit him with your nonsense, no mercy. Azul stares at you in utter confusion. His face is one of uncertainty, and a touch of amusement as he tries to make sense of your question.

He settles on a response, but is not entirely confident in its truth. "I do not know, Pearl." He murmurs. "But what i know is that you should be asleep." You know he's right, but you also just wanted to have some fun. Azul gently pulls you back against his chest. He smiles at you warmly as he wraps your body in his arms.

He presses his lips to the top of your head. His hands come up to your hair, fingers threading through yours and gently stroking you, brushing them down your back to soothe your weary bones. "We can...discuss this tomorrow..." You just nod, snuggling up to him. Teasing him didn't work, but at least you got his affection.

Jade

Jade always sleeps lightly, so the tiny call of his name immediately wakes him. "Hmmm…" his voice is barely above a whisper as he wakes. He reaches out for you, his movements gentle, his eyes searching in the darkness for your body. "Mm...Guppy?"

"Do teeth grown on walls when they are covered in amnesia?"

The question catches Jade by surprise, his brow furrowed as he contemplates your words. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again, his brow now a full-on frown as he tries to formulate an answer.

"No?" he says slowly, voice sounding like a question rather than an assertion. He furrows his brow even further, brows meeting in the middle of his forehead. "...You know...there are situations where i feel like Floyd rubbed off on you..." he says. "Ey-!" Jade lets out a tired chuckle before pulling you back against his chest again. "My little guppy...so dumb sometimes, hm?"

Floyd

His pale eyes snap open as soon as he recognizes your voice. "Shrimpyyy," he whines quietly, his voice quivering in his surprise from being pulled from his slumber. "Why'd wake meee?" he mumbles and pulls you closer and tighter against his body, at this point youre used to it. "Do ghosts twerk when you play them ladders and earth?"

As odd a question as it was (Floyd is too), he doesn't even flinch. Instead, he takes a moment to process it before nodding, his lips curling into a smile as he answers, "Of course! Everyone knows ghosts like to twerk." Floyd just starts to giggle in delight, wiggling you around happily, "Aww shrimpy i love you! You're so silly!" He gave you one last kiss on your head before his smile drops, "But we gotta sleep now, so you better behave and don't wake me up again." Though he is still a little unsteady from being woken up so suddenly, his strength still remains in his embrace. From the way he holds you, you can feel how much he loves you. He wants you close. He wants to keep you with him. Forever even.

Kalim

His brows furrow as his eyes continue to stay shut. But your voice was enough to rouse him.

"Hmm?" his lips part, but his voice is still hoarse with sleep, and he doesn't open his eyes yet. Before he can open them or even get remotely more awake, you attack him immediately. "How do i know if a bunny catches a goldfish in a storm of wandering suns?" His brows furrow even further as his head shifts toward your direction. That question did nothing to make any kind of sense to him.

"H-Huh?" he asks warily, his eyes slowly opening just as his brows are un-furrowing. "I- Um." He looks around, his thoughts scattered.

"Lemme ask Jamil real quick...Ja-!" "No-!" Befode he can wake up the poor exhausted second year who just got into bed, you shut Kalim with your hand against his mouth. "Shhh-" He keeps mumbling against your hand, before he choses to gently kiss the inside of your hand. "Tschul...pwease led me go" "Huh?" You raise your hand, "I said, Jewel, please let me go-!" Kalims arms wrap around you in an instant. He buries his face into your shoulder, seeking the warmth of your arms. All of the tension in his body seems to ease at once, replaced by the comfort that he feels when he is in your presence.

He nuzzles his head into your shoulder, the touch being all that he needs for him to be at peace. "Ahhh, I'm wide awake now..."

Jamil

His head tilts a little as the sound of your voice reaches his ears. His head turns in your direction. His breathing is shallow and steady, his eyes closed.

"Mm? What now?..." "Do dogs cry rainbows when they breath daisies on a sunday bell?" There's a moment of silence as your question registers in Jamils mind. The wheels are turning, and you can tell he's processing it.

Finally, he answers, "No, my love. Dogs cannot cry rainbows when they breathe daisies on a Sunday bell....now good night." "Oh-" you were taken aback by how fast and serious he answers. Probably used to it from Kalim. It takes him a moment to realize he should explain his answer. "Dogs are not... capable of...crying rainbows and certainly not when they breathe daisies on a Sunday bell. The latter is...quite nonsensical, actually." A hint of a smile tugs at his mouth, but the expression does not fully reach his lips, "As expected from you "

He waits, allowing a moment to pass to see if you have a response. "Good night Jamil...." "Good night."

Vil

(Bro would honestly kill you but---lets forget about that now-)

His eyes flutter open as he removes his sleeping mask.They blink slowly, fighting off the haze of sleep. And then, they fix on you.

"Yes?" He whispers. Vil is scared you might be in pain, or a different problem flared up. But instead you hit him with this nonsense.

"If a goose loves an ogre, do they drink pebbles in the moonlight?" His mind reels from this seemingly nonsensical question. His body is tense as a whip, his heart pounding in his chest. This feels like a trap, but his mind scrambles to find a response.

He opens his mouth, then stops. He tilts his head, then opens his mouth once more, stopping. He blinks, staring at you.

Then, his lips curl to a smile. "Yes they do," he affirms with complete certainty. "They drink pebbles in the moonlight. And you know what else they do?" "No?" God bless your innocence in this moment, "They never wake up one another when they have their beauty sleep and don't ask them stupid questions." "Oh-..."

Rook

The sound of your voice, however small and soft, stirs Rook from his "slumber". Rook is never truly asleep, a good hunter never rests. He cracks open his eyes, and his lips form a smile and part to form a word.

"Yes?" he excitingly says, though the word, meant hushed and quite, was more loud than expected. "Yesterday I saw a sheep kissing a well and singing it a waterfall because it couldn’t catch a pizza." Without missing a beat he answers, "What a marvelous story mon ange! Did you come up with it yourself?" You nod proudly, not using one braincell to come up with words in the first place is and accomplishment! "Oh, mon ange, would you tell me more about this loving relationship between this talented sheep and its well-lover?"

Rook responds by wrapping his arms tightly around you. He presses his body close to yours, his fingers kneading at you. His touch is gentle but firm. Time seems to slow down as you two press even closer against one another, and you come up with more nonsense to entertain him. The world fades away to oblivion as thoughts of every day concerns slip away and you two embrace the warm bliss of that moment.

Rook doesn't say anything. He only smiles with pure adoration at you and listens to every single word. He just holds you, his every atom focused on being near you. Like always.

Epel

"Epel, Epel, Epel, Epel, Ep-" said guy blinks a few times in an effort to fully awaken as he hears you call his name multiple times. He squints his eyes as he adjusts to the full moon lighting of his bedroom.

He blinks again, rubbing the weariness out of his eyes. "Yeah?" he mumbles softly, his voice still sluggish with sleep. "I just saw an owl wearing a hoddie and stealing a womans wig while the sky was skittles." Epel blinks a few times, trying to process the words you just conveyed. He opens his eyes wider and shakes his head.

"Sounds like you had one wild dream," he whispers as gently as possible, "But at least it wasn't a nightmare so...ya should probably go back to sleep now." Epel's voice is a murmur as he slowly leans down to kiss the top of your head. His cheek brushes against your hair as he nuzzles into the softness, and he takes a deep breath.

His gaze lingers on your face, studying your features as he pulls back slowly. "I'll watch over you so you won't have any strange dreams..."

Idia

The sound of your voice cracks through his mind, jolting him to attention. Idia jolts up from sleep, startled. The sight of you makes his heart skip a beat.

He blinks his eyes open, staring back at you for a moment as he reorients himself. His breathing is quick and shallow, but he steadies himself. "Is-Is something wrong?!" He sounds genuinely scared and worried for you, you almost feel bad about what you're gonna do. "Horses eat frames so they can fly faster to the basement of the Texas curtains."

"Cool" Idia says softly, and his eyes squint. He tilts his head, clearly not tracking your train of thought. His body is tense, his mind dense, on edge as he attempts to make sense of what you just said. "Babe...explain," Idia says, his voice a near whisper. He narrows his eyes, concentrating on your words.

His lips purse for a moment, and he shakes his head slightly. "Can't make sense...might call Ortho..."

Malleus

His chest freezes with a sharp inhale, and he opens his eyes. His heart pounds in his throat, a nervous flutter. "Yes!? Love? I'm here," he says, his voice hoarse from a few hours of undisturbed slumber.

He blinks a few times, rubbing his eyes as he looks up to you, sitting in bed. He wants to speak, but the words can't leave because you beat him to it.

"2 birds were fighting over a brush because it tastes like fries on a Tuesday afternoon." His eyes narrow as he tries to process what you just said. "Tastes...like... fries? on a... Tuesday?"

Confusion clouds his expression, and he cocks his head slightly to the side. Your lack of response only cements his uncertainty. Was that a question? A question you expect him to answer, or was it a joke?

His frown deepens and he clears his throat, "The old man once told me abouta thing called Hoocus Poocus (my stupid idea of google)" he says slowly, raising from bed and groaning like and old man with back problems before he walks over to his phone on his desk. "Maybe this can help...my love?...Do you recall how I alive this device?"

Lilia

The snore halts, the sudden outburst of sound startling him out of his sleep. He wakes up like a mother, with a loud gasp. His eyes shoot open as he bolts upright, and he stares straight at you with an anxious expression on his face. "Has the time finally come?" "W-What time?" "Where i may or may not have left a cake in the oven and it caught fire." He says it with such ease...like he did leave a cake in the oven to burn down the entire dorm.

"No-!....I just wanted to know if you can cactus me a cucumber." He stares at you blankly. Your request takes a few seconds before registering in his mind. A brief flicker of concern crosses his face, but it is fleeting as he realizes you are being facetious. Oh, how much he loves your stupid ass.

He lets out a small laugh. "I'll cactus you a cucumber tomorrow, dearest."

Silver

He is so used on your voice that even in his slumber, your words reach his core. When you call out to him, his breathing grows shallow and his eyelids begin to flutter a bit. His lips twitch again, and he turns his head slightly.

"Ahh...whatisit..." "I slept on a dentist with a horn and he fixed my hair with his light switch." Silver's eyes snap open at your words. You've caught him off-guard yet again. He stares at you for a long moment before he finally speaks.

"You slept...on a dentist..?" He's still half-asleep, his voice quiet and hoarse. "Princess, did you cheat on me?" A quiet, breathy laugh escapes his lips for a split second. Your words are nonsense, and he knows it.

He swallows down another laugh, biting his tongue in an attempt to stifle it as he sees your horrified face. "Shut up..." you mumble, why does no teasing ever work with him?

Sebek

"I'M AWAKE AND READY-!," Sebek is startled awake, sitting up quickly. His eyes open with an instant, and he glances around, his gaze settling on you. "HUMAN? YOU AWOKE ME BECAUSE SAVANACLAW FINALLY ATTACKED DIASOMNIA TO KIDNAPP LORD MALLEUS, RIGHT?!"

"......no but, a egg just gave birth to a basball and now his golf wife is mad."

Sebek blinks for a moment, his brain trying to comprehend your bizarre statement. His face twists, you can't tell if its anger or regret. Regret for ever letting himself catch feelings for you. You never heard him being so silent, cause even in his sleep hes loud...he snores.

"...Human?" "Yes?" "I will escort you back to ramshackle so you can spend the rest of the night in your dorm."

"Nooo-!" "Yes-ah-ey-let go of me-!" He gasps at the sudden embrace, and he stiffens as a flood of emotions rush through his heart. His arms hang loosely at his sides as he is swept into your warm embrace. There is no resisting it. No matter how much he trys, he will always love you no matter what.

He feels like he's going to melt.

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[hisui-dreamer]

he's the type of man to go: hah. i fear nothing.

also him: ...except my wife

―Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia

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