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This is an independent, private, mutuals only and selective OC RP blog written by Chloe. This is a sideblog, meaning I will follow from my main (@sinruby). Fish has many verses, so don’t hesitate to check them out! read my rules before following!

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𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖: Hunger Games, Murder Family, FBI, Percy Jackson

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𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 & 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑 & 𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄​ @governmentofficial continued from here

How absolutely thrilling! Amphitrite was delighted. And since Caesar was the kind of dad who found it horribly hard to say no to his children’s whims, he was delighted for her too. Sure, he was growing tired of this restaurant, but it didn’t matter so much. He patted her hair happily.

Caesar observed his daughter for a moment, as if he could somehow read through her mind. Then again, Amphitrite tended to wear her emotions on her sleeves. “And how are you enjoying school, then?” he asked with a frown. 

“Oh, I love it there, I have lots of friends,” she hurried to reply, perhaps too quickly.

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𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋.​ @omniishambles continued from here

Fish didn’t try to stop Abel from pulling her close again, instead smiling softly while he did so. She tilted her head, eyes closed, enjoying the kiss he pressed against her neck. In a way, she looked almost like a cat ready to purr. 

“And besides, wouldn’t you say it was worth it?” She raised her eyebrows, softly escaping his grasp to brush her hair back into place. “Surely you wouldn’t mind either, if I ruffled your feathers again?”

Turning away from the sink, she faced Abel and started fixing up his shirt, straightening his collar and brushing his disheveled shirt.

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Calvin & Fish (SW)

Calvin toyed with his tongue in his mouth, twisting it to almost chew on it on his left side while he regarded the guard in front of him. It was a condescending look, he held no respect for her, she was lesser to him in any case and the smug adjustment of his head just slightly to one side made his despicable delivery of, "How lucky you are that we're not there," all the more arrogant.

He of course had no idea he was speaking with a Jedi, nor that she had seen with her own eyes the terrors of slavery in the Galaxy not all too long ago.

She suggested it was not personal and Calvin forced a smile, evidently not at all genuine as she spoke about politics and debate in the Senate. If he had it his way, it wouldn't be necessary at all given they had an Emperor but that was not his call to make and so far the Empire being run as it was, had benefited him exceptionally well in his 'service' to it.

"That's right," he agreed anyway, he believed out of politeness but while he was frankly about as emotionally intelligent as a hollowed out half-coconut he knew the dance of high society well enough to try and avoid appearing to be the perpetrator of a public scene. "I believe in certain freedoms, but my industries serve a purpose for this Galaxy," he looked at her uniform, her helmet and cracked a smile, "Where would you think that the materials come from for our brave stormtrooper's armour and weapons, who put their lives on the line for us every day against those who would seek to bring down the peace we have achieved in the Galaxy? Would you deprive them of such protections?" His accent came out smooth as butter, a pity that it was being spread over such a horrendous plate of beliefs.

"I have it so the useless are given purpose, to serve the needs of our Galaxy, to serve you and Princess Organa. If anything I would say my version of freedom only serves to make yours a reality."

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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐍 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Yes, lucky. Fish was tempted to reply that he was the lucky one. Lucky that she was in hiding. Lucky that she didn't have her lightsaber on her. And, finally, lucky that she had too much good sense to do anything more than hurt his ego in the middle of the Senate. But Fish held her tongue. His reaction was satisfaction enough.

"I'm surprised to hear that you believe in any freedom at all. Your actions speak louder than your words, Monsieur Candie. And what they tell me is that you believe in profit. Not liberty."

He spoke of the so-called good his industried did to the Galaxy. "Far be it from me to suggest that our brave stormtroopers fight without any armor on," she replied politely, though she really wouldn't mind it if stormtroopers fought in their underwear! It would make it even easier to blast them into oblivion. "But I do think that their precious armors could be built from paid labor, instead of slavery."

The useless. Fish's face hardened behind her mask. Oh, how tempting to use the force to make this foolish man trip and fall. "And how exactly do you decide who is useless, and who is useful?" Anakin used to be a slave, and she felt a great rage on his behalf. Fish had not forgotten Zygerria, either.

"Do not get mistaken, Monsieur Candie. I do not want your services. You can call yourself anything you want. A businessman. A governor. But we both know what you are." A slaver.

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐆𝐘𝐏𝐓

tagged by no one, did it myself 😎 tagging @cbitus, @omniishambles (Leah), @multipleoccupancy (Andrea), @wraekage, @deficd (Vera)

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀​ & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles continued from here

But she was getting too carried away, wasn’t she? After all, he could still decide to nibble on her neck. The thought brought another flush to her cheek, and she had to cough again, even more awkwardly this time.

“I work with the occult,” she explained when her face had returned to its normal shade, “I am an exorcist for the Vatican. I banish demons, study spirits...”

“And well, you are quite famous in the occult world,” she added, having almost completely forgotten that he could easily kill her on a whim. Then again, growing up with a demon made it easy to forget such things.

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Fish could tell Mycroft was less upset (he didn’t often admit that she was right, even though she was often right when it came to things like that). “I know,” she conceded, “but we have gone through many life changes together.” Hell, he even knew about her “darker” life changes. And yet here they were! Still best friends. “It has never affected the affection I have for you.”

She offered him a little smile. “The fact that my family is growing doesn’t change this.”

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He obliged and topped up her glass without worry, he'd met the 'justice' types before, they all either turned or died before long and usually by his own hand of course. Wade wouldn't care either way, he just knew he wouldn't be going to prison and he wasn't likely to be killed either, he was far too fast for that. He was however enjoying the conversation and prying into her life and psyche.

Seeing how he had caused her to hesitate, Wade just kept his eyes on her, reading her reaction and contemplating it. She perhaps hadn't heard that before when it came to her dead friend. He took a sip of his whiskey as she answered him.

"You didn't need to, it's obvious you still blame yourself though. This sense of justice, this perceived life's purpose you've assigned to yourself only after you lost your friend." He gave a small shrugged, "You told me without realising."

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𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Wade was right to assume she had never heard that before -it was mostly because she rarely shared the story with people. "Fine," she huffed, irritated that he seemed to have seen right through her quite so easily. "But whether or not I blame myself does not change your future, Ben Wade."

"Men like you commit unspeakable crimes and think yourselves above the law." She eyed him behind her whisky glass. "But I will admit, men like you are usually mindless brutes, not exactly the type to enjoy a conversation over a nice glass of whisky."

Normally, the interaction would have already exploded into a shoot out. But Wade seemed more than happy chatting away and drinking. That suited Fish. She was in no particular hurry. Now that she had sunk her teeth into him, she was not planning on letting him get away from her. "Why did you choose a life of crime? Is it really just self-indulgence?"

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“I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.” - Candie probably about the only good man in the Captiol HGAU @multipleoccupancy

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐍 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Fish was sat next to Monsieur Candie, dressed all in blue and glitters. The Capitol party was in full swing around them, but she could still clearly spot the man he was talking about -tall and lean, standing by the lavish buffet and eating with surprising restraint for a Capitolite.

"What has he done?" she asked curiously, wondering what Monsieur Candie could possibly resent so ardently. But she knew firsthand that his whims were violent and unforgiving. For all she knew, he could have simply sneezed too loud in Monsieur Candie's presence.

"Would you rather go dancing?" she then offered softly, careful to seem meek and not too bold in her request. "I could try and make you ignore his presence." Fish did like dancing, though these kind of suggestions could either please or offend him. And it was always hard to predict his reaction.

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“No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.” from Zach ofc lol can be regency verse or not!

𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles

"Oh, I've noticed, Lord Kosminski." Océanne glanced at him, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "I do hope you were not trying to hide it, though. If you were, I am quite sorry to inform you that you are doing a poor job of it."

She clearly was not deterred by his unsociable and taciturn nature, judging by the fact that they were currently dancing. "I myself tend to be sociable and cheerful," she replied, which was just as obvious. "But I've heard before that opposites attract."

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𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles

Fish was nothing but a spectator, now. Powerless as the demon controlled her body, spoke with her voice, touched with her fingers. HE squeezed Camniel’s hand, almost tenderly, as they walked out of the chapel.

The dumb exorcist tried to fight back, in vain. She was nothing but an irritating mosquito in Mephistopheles’ ear, barely a nuisance. 

“It’s getting late,” HE noted, turning to look at the setting sun by the small convent windows, “maybe we should just rest for the night.”

The nuns had given them both separate rooms, noticed the demons as they approached the two doors. HE wanted to play with the priest, of course. A little smile on her lips as HE tilted her head at the Angel. 

“Could you stay with me tonight?” HE asked, with her most trembling voice, “with what happened in the chapel... I’m not sure I feel safe spending the night alone.”

If the request was scandalous, it had been whispered with enough quaver that it sounded genuine and not perverted. No matter the place, or her ridiculous nun robes. And that annoying crucifix, resting on her chest, burning HIM.

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𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇​ @governmentofficial​ continued from here

“Do you mean chocolate chips cookies?” she asked, squinting under the strong sun of noon, “my dad can bake cookies for sure! Maybe he’ll only let us eat them for dessert, but if you really want them for lunch, I can try to ask! After all, this is Summer vacation.”

Food was of course sacred in the Lecter family, and that included the order in which food was supposed to be eaten. But Hannibal also didn’t say no to most of his daughter’s caprices, and chocolate chip cookies for lunch was an innocent request, especially if it was to make a new friend happy. 

“So you prefer sweet food?” she asked as they kept walking through small dirt roads in the high grass, “do you like candy, too?”

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"Prob'bly," he agreed, though now he knew he supposed he didn't have any excuse not to go to future invitations. He'd watch her but oh he wasn't sure he would hold his tongue in the audience and would likely be on his phone when she wasn't on stage. "Gotta admit, don' really go lookin' for ballet when we look inta people, what people do in their own time that don't hurt no one, that's none out business." Oh but it was and he and the others used any unsavoury habits to their full advantage for blackmail.

"I'll need it explained to me 'cause there's no fuckin' way I'm gonna work it out," because he'd be sat with his arms crossed, head titled way too far one way, eyes narrowed trying to process what he was seeing and what it meant while trying not to wind up any posh folks beside him who were making off shot comments. "I'll like wa'chin' you though," he smiled at her a little menacingly but that was his way of flirting.

She let him off the responsibility of a tie and then gave him free reign on what to wear, pleased he nodded. "Alrigh', sounds decent enough, I'll be there. Shirt and a good pair of trousers, jus' for you," he winked.

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𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋. @multipleoccupancy

"Is it, now?" she replied playfully. Fish knew very well that Butcher had a tendency to dig deep and gather as much information as possible. "Well, if you say so. I suppose there's not much blackmailing one can do with ballet. Though things can get quite brutal backstage, you know. Nails in the pointe shoes, girls pushing each other down the stairs..."

She leaned in, grinning. "I hope you will. You know how flexible I am."

Without missing a beat, and as if she had not just brazenly flirted with him, Fish explained the story to him. "Swan Lake is about a princess, Odette, turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer. A prince promises to love her forever to break the spell, but unknowingly betrays her at a ball when he chooses another woman, Odile, over her. He realizes his mistake too late, and with the vow broken, realizes he cannot save her anymore. So, they decide to die together, and throw themselves into the lake." Fish, of course, always enjoyed a dark and tragic story that ended in death. But she eyed Butcher curiously, impatient to hear what he would have to say about it.

"You'll wear all that, just for me?" she purred, smoothing his collar with her hands, "thank you. That means a lot." Fish was being genuine, she could appreciate his efforts -even without a tie.

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Relishing the way in which she seemed perplexed and mortified about the thoughts he was so happily feeding her, he acted as innocent as ever while they walked and talked. "It's nice to meet you too, Sister Oceanne," he responded oh so politely and kindly as if he had recognised the boundary she was setting and was being so respectful of it, really a very good and trustworthy man to be around, safe, warm, hurting in himself, vulnerable even.

"It must be hard waking early every morning for busy days," and so he projected an image of her waking up next to him in bed, both of them nude and the morning sunlight just inviting and cosy as if in such a scene she wouldn't want to get out of bed. "I am not sure I could manage without a weekend," he smiled thoughtfully though of course it didn't matter to him, it's not like he had a paying job to get to nor actually needed to sleep.

"I must say that I enjoy staying in bed," and then an image of him wrapping his arm around her in bed to hold her close, that warmth of his body apparently up against hers. Lucifer was having far too much fun messing with her thoughts and enjoying the frantic scramble of her mind trying to justify what was happening to her. What wasn't to enjoy? "I am guilty of sloth that could be said, Sister." He smiled again, cool, charming, handsome, wouldn't she just like to kiss his lips? They must look like they felt good.

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Fish's breathing hitched in her throat. Her head felt hot under her veil, her cheeks and ears flushed bright red. She could hardly believe the images plaguing her mind -their bodies lying in bed, warm under the covers- but what troubled her more what the way these images made her feel. Her stomach fluttered, her heart accelerated in her chest. She had dedicated her life to the Church -to God. She had made her choice. She was not supposed to long for such things.

Realizing that she had not yet replied to him, Fish blushed even more. "Oh, I- I am used to it," she stammered, "and I've always been a morning person, anyway. The world is just... quieter, in the morning. It makes me feel at peace."

But the images had returned already, their bodies now entwined. She was pressed flush against him, his arms wrapped around her. A man had never held her like that before, not even in her thoughts. "Oh- no, that's not- that's not sloth," she tried to argue. She wanted to reassure him (sleeping in was hardly a sin) but it was hard for her to focus on her words, when her mind was being so distracting.

His lips, his voice -she wanted to kiss him, she had never wanted to kiss anyone before. Fish felt the urge to run away, which only made her feel guiltier. This man was in mourning! He was heartbroken, and clearly needed guidance. "There is nothing wrong with sleeping in, I assure you. Especially if you are going through a hard time you should, ehm, be kind to yourself. God loves you, no matter what."

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 for @sangvinarivs

& sangvinarivs / adan & fish (run baby run; run for your life. imma tear out your heart; it'll always be mine)

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[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet ( @sangvinarivs

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @sangvinarivs

Fish's cry of indignation was muffled by Adan's gloved hand, pressed against her lips. She could hear the steady footsteps of stormtroopers, echoing in the corridor. Like drums. Despite her growing annoyance, Fish still had the common sense to keep quiet for now. She didn't exactly want to be found by an entire squadron of stormtroopers, though a little smug part of her figured she could probably take them all.

The smell of leather permeated her mouth and nose. She could hear Adan's heartbeat, too. The force felt like a cacophony in her mind. A jumble of all the emotions of the people around. When the flow of the force quieted down and the footsteps' echo died out, Fish did the only reasonable thing: she bit Adan's hand. Hard.

"Get your dirty hand off of me," she spat out, for good measure.

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She was amused by his commentary but he was unconvinced by her reassurance, "Sure you do, somethin' you tell every knuckle dragging shit bag 'ere right? Unless you've got some 'idden passageway outta 'ere, I would bet all my credits that some dickhead wanna be Imp is at least thinkin' of selling the information for a fancy uniform and a little blue or red badge on their shoulder." No, Butcher did not work well with others but he seemed happy talking to Fish at least, she was listening to him!

She revealed she was to be his shadow for the time being and without knowing she was a jedi, just scoffed at the suggestion of being tackled to the ground. "You tryna make it a competition? Think I'm gonna dart off?" And he contemplated it for a moment, just sprinting away somewhere mid-sentence to see what she would do. Thankfully he remained beside her. "You do somethin' to piss 'er off to wind up on this assignment? You met the last guy by any chance?"

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𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Butcher was right. There could very well be traitors among the Rebellion. Fish had learned the hard way not too trust people too easily. Anakin's betrayal still burned as painfully as the day he had raided the Temple and murdered the younglings. Even the ones you loved most could very well break your heart. He was like a brother to her. Her cousin loved him. And yet, here Fish was now... Without the Order. Without Padme. Without Obi Wan. Looking over Anakin's daughter.

"If we had hidden passageways, they wouldn't be very secret if I told you about them, wouldn't they?" she pointed out.

Fish laughed. The sound felt almost foreign, alien to her ears. When she was still a kid, Leia did make Fish laugh with her reckless antics. But she was all grown-up, now. And not many things made Fish laugh anymore. But it seemed Butcher had managed it, without knowing the rare feat it was.

"I am not one to brag, but I believe you would lose that competition," she teased, very much bragging. "And I believe that is why I was given this asignement. But feel free to test that theory. I could always use the work-out."