#&(gideon)

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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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[ BLEED ] for your muse to make mine bleed + reverse for Abel and maybe Fish's Kingsman verse?

"I know exactly who you are, Dr. Gideon. And I know why you're here."

It was a bold claim. The truth was, she knew of his reputation, which then allowed her to deduce the rest. He was an assassin, coincidentally working for the very same criminal organization she was trying to dismantle. It was easy to imagine that he was after the target she was supposed to protect, a man she knew was on the radar of his organization.

As luck would have it, she had noticed him in the lobby before he could cause any harm, and after having followed him to his room, Oceanne had managed to overpower him. She had pinned him to the floor, her knife pressed against his throat. Blood was dripping from his cheek, where she had cut him minutes ago -a warning and a threat all in one.

"You can either play nice and tell me the truth. Or I can start being very mean."

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the life of a victor Abel & Fish . survival verse a moodboard for @omniishambles

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[ PATTER ] for our muses to have a conversation in the car while the rain patters down around them - idk I just love the vibe of this one haha, from Abel for the uni verse?

The rain was fitting, really. As if even the sky knew that their little weekend was over, that it was time to return to reality. Fish didn't want to leave the car, it would make it all too tangible. As long as she stayed inside with Abel, she could pretend that this was their life. Being together, out in the open, happy.

But if she left, well. Then, he'd have to drive back to his house, where his wife was probably passed out somewhere. She didn't want the weekend to end. She didn't want to remind herself that he wasn't really hers, not fully, not in the way she wanted.

The Lecter's household was standing on the other side of the street, strict and implacable, almost waiting for her. But she didn't move, still sat inside the car, holding Abel's hand.

"I don't want to go," she confessed after a long moment of silence.

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[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes / from Abel, either uni verse or whichever you feel works best!

A knife and a gun. Oceanne would have been smug about it -hardly a fair fight, after all- if Dr. Gideon hadn't been a renowned surgeon before deciding to dable in assassinations. He certainly knew his way around a blade.

Oh, and of course, she was taken by surprise by what he decided to do with said knife. While the barrel of her gun was still pointed at his chest, he moved the blade slowly, leaving her skin unscathed if not for a faint cut between her breasts. He had, however, effectively ripped her shirt open, revealing what lay underneath.

She could have shot him. This whole time, she could have shot him. But she hadn't. She had let him slide his blade into the fabric, cutting the buttons off like they were butter.

Why?

Her heart was thundering in her chest, which rose and fell sharply every time she breathed. He was examining her with a smile. He knew, he knew she wasn't going to shoot him. Just like he had known she was going to let him rip her shirt in two.

"I think you missed, Dr. Gideon," she finally exhaled, "you barely left a scratch."

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@omniishambles sent: "I can't stop thinking about you." From Abel! Verse of your choice ;) from: 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Abel had snuck up on her, fingers gently wrapped around her throat as he whispered in her ear. Fish didn't jolt, but felt a soft shiver run up her back. His hand shifted, playing with the necklace he had given her, tugging at it. Still holding her case file, she tilted her head in a reptilian motion, exposing her neck.

She couldn't stop thinking about him, either.

He had become like a magnet, an immovable force pulling her closer. She couldn't help it. It wasn't just attraction, it was more than that. As if only Abel could fill a gaping hole in her flesh. Her skin yearned for his skin, and the hunger was growing.

It was a darkness, crawling in the depth of her body. Hissing, slithering, answering the call of Abel's fingers around her neck. She exhaled, dizzy.

"Abel..." she whispered for only answer, eyelashed fluttering.

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@omniishambles sent: 😘from Vampire Abel because why not from: Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

His lips tasted like blood. Her blood.

Fish wasn't sure when exactly he had abandoned her neck to travel to her mouth, kissing her just as hungrily. But she had welcomed it with the same willingness, abandoning herself to his demanding embrace.

It had lit a fire under her skin, the pleasure from the bite making it almost unbearable, while a moan found its way against his lips. She had wanted this for a while, hadn't she? The pleasure had only grown stronger with every bite, with every meal of his.

This kiss was a liberation, a long, painfully awaited release.

He was pressing her to the floor, but she did not care about the ruined carpet, the ruined clothes, blood dripping from their lips and from her throat. She was holding him close, he was trapping her in his arms. They had blurred together.