Prompt #2

Locker Room Talk Pt.8

Xenia: I don't see why you are angry...

Vinca: They were talking about me fucking Joan.

Yvette: They are right though...I don't understand why you're in your feelings.

*Yvette puts on her white gloves*

Yvette: Can we speed up this conversation? I have something to do. Say any girls name and I swear on everything that is sinful.

Vinca: I'm not.

Yvette: Mmm...Good.

Xenia: Was it how Runa said it?

Vinca: Yeah.

Xenia: The know it all tone or I'm better than you tone.

Vinca: Both.

Xenia: You'll be fine. She's just teasing you.

Vinca: I know that! But it still irritates me.

Xenia and Yvette: Then stop being irritated. Simple.

Vinca: Never thought of that.

*Vince rolls her eyes*

Xenia: Don't roll your eyes at me. I won't be afraid to put you in your place.

Yvette: I was about to say the same thing.

*Yvette walks off leaving Xenia and Vinca alone*

Vinca: I don't want to talk to you anymore. Bye.

*Xenia rolls her eyes as Vinca walks away*

Ain't even shocked.

Soft Alcina fluff

Maybe trader comes home, had a bad day and just curls up in bed and cries and Alcina finds her and then comforts her?

Of course, dear! Let me get that for you! I'm working on a new writing style so I apologize if it's a little wonky.

The day began in the same way as any other day would. You’d trade with the rich, the poor, the working class, and so on. But, today was...different. The energy was off somehow. Maybe you picked it up from a stranger on one of your trades or maybe it was the energy of the village waring you thin.

You return to the place you call home, House Dimitrescu. You’ve only been there for a couple of months. Since the day Lady Dimitrescu courted you that one evening while you were having tea.

You silently walk in, the ill mood weighing on you.

“Afternoon Y/N! You’re in a bit early, hm?” Daniela says with a bright smile. When she sees your expression, her grin fades. “Oh...What happened?”

You turn to the youngest sister and shake your head, indicating that you are unable to speak. She gives a nod and then vanishes in a swarm of flies. After a leisurely tired walk, you arrive to the room you share with your beloved. You drop all of your things and collapse onto the enormous bed.

Tears well up in your eyes all of a sudden. At first, it was slow and silent. When your sobs start to follow, they fall harder.

You don’t know why you’re sobbing. The sheets were infused with your beloved's fading aroma.

“I barely heard you come in, draga mea.”

She emerges from the bathroom, a thin blood crimson cloth trailing behind her as she approaches your curled form. She cradles you in her arms, wiping away the tears that have begun to well up in your eyes.

“What is the matter, dragă?” She speaks softly as she kisses your forehead with the gentlest of kisses. You nuzzle closer to her soft skin as you shake your head. Alcina strokes your back softly, whispering the sweetest comfort to you.

“You can tell me when you’re ready, draga mea. Or you don’t have to tell me at all.” She breathes into your hair softly. You ultimately tell her everything when you're ready. You explain everything and she listens fully, granting you her full attention. She kisses your forehead gently before speaking once more.

“It’s okay, draga mea. Let's get you out of these garments, and I'll summon a maiden for you. Your favourite tea is F/T, yes?”

Jessa: Well you know what? Pain makes you a better person. And-

Juliette: Is that true? I think it just hurts.

Me: I don't like blondes

Also Me:

Bela...my love.

OKAY COME ON!

“Kryptonite...”

Lucinda POV:

Why, did I do this? Who in their actual right mind would go with a woman who they don't know? Well. Me! I am in a car with a woman I call Crimson. We are in total silence. I'm watching her out of the corner of my eye."What are you dreaming about, what's on your mind?" I glance over, "Thinking." She turns her body toward me. "Diamond for your thoughts?"

"I thought it was a penny..." She grins, toying with her serpent ring. "Hm, well, pennies are useless to me. Plus, I feel like diamonds would convince you to tell me what those big doe eyes of yours are dazing about." I discover my face a new shade of red. "I'm thinking about how did I get into a car with a woman whom I don't know the first name of." She chuckles, softly caressing my hand.

"I guess it's about time I tell you." She smirks, softly kissing my hand. I don't recoil this time, surprisingly. "Vivienne Tang," I beam, hesitantly kiss her cheek, murmuring in her ear. "Lucinda Valentine." Before I pull away, her gloved hand encased my cheek, luring me into a deliberate searing kiss. My mind is already running at a mile a minute. Holy- She is an AMAZING kisser.

I smile softly against her lips, biting her bottom lip as we pull away. her eyes widen, "You're immune?! How are you still conscious?!" I gawk at her for a moment. We kiss and the first thing you say is "You're immune, how are you still conscious?" Damn, Vivienne. I wasn't conscious for long because my head was spinning and my vision was blurring.

Vivienne POV:

After my kiss with Lucinda, I was genuinely concerned with why she was still awake. My lipstick's poison and it knocks someone out, instantaneously. She's different, Special.  She is special if she didn't want me when she laid eyes on me. She probably desired to taunt me...Make me want her instead of her wanting me.

Lucinda looks more adorable when she is asleep. But, I adore staring into her eyes...and her innocent face. I want to take that. I'd rather take her innocence than her life. I want her eyes on me, and only me. Her big, innocent doe eyes. I want those eyes heavy with desire. The desire that she wants me, needs me. Zoe spoke up from the front of the car. "Carmen Sandiego we're at your house, have a nice night."

I look at Zoe, my friend since 20. "You too, but don't hermit like you usually do." She laughs, as I drag the unconscious Lucinda out of the car. "Sure," I playfully swat her arm, "Oh, whatever." I grin before shutting the door. "You have a good night too, Nikolai." He lets out a low growl. "Just get inside the house, Tang."

I roll my eyes, dragging her limp body into the living room. I grab a few blankets, some pillows, my phone and sit in front of the fireplace. Waiting for Valentine to wake up, I silently read, "How to keep yourself hidden."

I hear the groan from the woman in question. I smile closing my book, looking that way. "Are you doing well?" Lucinda walks over to me and sits with me on the floor. "I guess...where are we?" I smile, resisting my urge to pull her into another lust-filled kiss. "We are at my safe haven...or my home...I prefer building of secrets." She gives me a cat-like smile, "Secrets hm? You have me intrigued, Mistress Tang."

I smirk, "When I get a boyfriend." Lucinda glances at me, puzzled. "Which is never," Her face dropped. "You do have a chance to get a boyfriend." I snap back with a bit of hostility in my tone, "I will never love a man." I could see how taken aback she was as she softly moved away. "Sorry, darling...You can stay close," She instantly backed up more. "Mi amour...what's wrong?" She was now out of arm's length.

"I don't like the pet names, Vivienne," I glimpse at my phone. "Oh...my bad sweetheart...it's a bad habit." She rolls her eyes, getting close to me. "I can see that," I smirk, setting a soft kiss to her lips. The kiss grows more hungry, heated...intimate. She recoiled when my hands started to tease the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. "What's wrong, lover?" Her voice was almost a whisper. "No," My face went from, I want more to What did you just say to me.

I jeer, "Excuse me...what?" She lifted her voice, "I said no. If you want me. You have to be patient...Let our relationship build from friendship. I want to grow slow...I don't want to be fast...I'm not one to talk about the past but I want to go as slow as me and Inez's relationship was." I stiffen, that name sounded so familiar, too familiar for my liking.

I wanted to raise my voice, tell her that no isn't an answer, that no one says no to me. I want to tell her that slow is for the weak. But I don't. "Okay, if you want to be just friends that's fine." I want her to still want to be around me...There are those words again...I want her...

What do I want from this innocent woman?

MC: My grandpa has a nose and my grandma has a nose, everyone you know has a nose, nose, nose!

Hydra: My grandfather’s nose was blown off in the war so that song is a filthy lie.

I THOUGHT THEY WERE TITTIES TOO!!!!

x

VHLV Reacting To Someone Hitting On You

Backstory: the both of you are happily on a shopping spree when VHLV leaves for the toilet. you are browsing through some clothes when someone attractive approaches you. they introduce themselves and start to flirt with you, hooking their arm around you for comfort. their breath stinks btw

Vivienne:

- jealousy level shoots up to the roof, and she approaches the two of you with powerful strides and loud clicks of her heels

- pulls you by the waist and kisses you passionately, right in front of the person who is now fully sh00kt

- “Mi amor, shall we leave to somewhere more private?” she suggests, her low and possessive tone sending your heart to race

- she makes sure to hold you close while she escorts you away, not even sparing a glance at the stranger who is left in the dust

- when the two of you are alone, Vivienne pins you to the nearest wall with your hands above your head, sighing hot breath on your ear. “No one is allowed to touch you except for me.” she makes sure that you know who you belong to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) heh

Helena:

- feels disrespected that someone has their hands on her lover, and strides over to teach them a lesson

- grabs the person’s wrist and yanks them away from you, forcing them to look at her in the eyes

- “This is my woman that you are touching,” Helena proclaims through gritted teeth. her grip on their wrist tightens, causing sparks of ice to spread across their skin

- terrified, the person apologises profusely and scampers away once Helena releases them

- her hard gaze softens immensely when her eyes meet yours, and she pulls you into a warm embrace. “Did they hurt you anywhere, my love?”

Liora:

- offended that someone intruded your personal space (and being too close with her girl) but still maintains a calm composure as she walks to you

- using her height as an advantage, she towers over the person with a disapproving look

- “Pardon me, but you’re interrupting our date,” Liora says calmly, but you can hear the command in her tone

- intimidated, the person lets go of you and apologises, stepping away with a flushed yet disappointed face

- “I’m sorry that they made you uncomfortable, MC.” the tall woman holds your shoulders and kisses your forehead gently. “I promise I won’t let that happen again.”

Vanessa:

- shocked, but turns furious eventually and storms towards the two of you

- pulls out her long whip and smacks it on the ground, just beside the person (she’s obviously not going to hurt the person but wants to scare them away)

- “Hands off of my girlfriend!” Vanessa warns, narrowing her eyes at the person and tightening her grasp on her whip

- person gives a wtf face and shouts, “I ain’t into this bdsm shit!” before running away in fear

- “The next time someone tries to flirt with you, I won’t hesitate to use my whip,” she declares with a serious tone, frowning cutely