#white fang.

[misosled]

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

@taurusled,   prompt,   accepting.

butterfly can’t stop the slight tremble in bruised hands. they still feel wet, even though she knows by sight and by memory that the blood had been washed off hours ago.

storm green eyes flitted up as the room to her quarters opened; warrior ready to bark at whoever thought they could just waltz in to get lost. the words died in her throat at familiar sight of stark red, bone white. their first outing together and she’d nearly gotten herself killed just to ensure the rest of their people could get out okay. bellamy  ——  he’d always said he’d be there to protect her.

she hadn’t seen him in months. not since being rescued from the smuggling line. a scoff and octavia’s mouth tugged into a grimace when the action jolted bruised ribs. she’d expected adam to go off on her, tell her she was still acting like a child. he’d done it the day he’d seen her train for hours and end up a shaking mess on the floor, still led by her rage and stubbornness ; albeit calmer than bellamy ever had. bellamy … he’d seen a little girl to protect. octavia didn’t know what adam saw yet  —  only that she wanted to prove she could meet those expectations.   ❝ i just did what anyone would, seda. ❞   they were her family now. you protected your family.

[indmtble]

just kinda,, carefully starts massaging and scritching jade's ears

@intiqaam,   unprompted.

rounded, velvet ears twitched as kahili’s hand hovered for a moment, before gently scritching the scalp and soft fur around and on them.   the panther let herself relax from the way she’d held herself tight and curled in on herself; ears flicking back and forth angrily.   everything was so frustrating lately.   the white fang, her parents, another failed mission.   she just   …   couldn’t find the moment to breathe.

until the other brought her back down to normality.   a sense of peace began to creep in with kahili’s ministrations, soft fingers carding through ink dark hair and brush softly along her ears.   with every touch, bringing her further and further down from the volcanic edge she was teetering on.   placing the plans she’d been revising over aside, jade turned and practically curled in on the caracal; arms coming to wrap around her and keep her close.   face buried against kahili’s neck, the belladonna happily drank in her scent and let the feeling of serenity wash over her.   soft mumble came after a few minutes of this, soft against kahili’s neck.   ❝ i love you. ❞   a rare admission, but heartfelt every time.   her heart was guarded to most, but kahili had no barriers or walls keeping her out.   jade didn’t even think she could try.

[indmtble]

🛏️ carry my muse to bed (Jade!)

@taurusled,   prompt,   accepting.

the panther hadn’t meant to fall asleep, head resting against adam’s shoulder as wild strands of ink dark hair covered the side of her face.   the last thing she remembered was going over the plans sienna had given them, another take down of a dust cargo shipment and somewhere along the line; golden eyes had been harder and harder to keep open.   her sleep the last few weeks had been   …   broken, to say the least.   she kept thinking of blake, out in the wider world of remnant all alone, without anyone to help her and that fact tore the elder belladonna up inside.   jade missed her.   most of her dreams in the weeks that followed blake’s disappearance had warped into nightmares, a million and one scenarios of the dangers her little sister could be in, playing out in vivid, terrifying detail.

jade didn’t stir when adam noticed she’d fallen asleep; and carried her to her quarters.   when she was finally settled under the soft, silk blankets and he turned to leave  —  jade’s hand came out to grasp at the sleeve of his jacket.   golden eyes stared up, hooded with exhaustion still heavy on the panther, but her grip didn’t let up.   ❝ …   stay. ❞   the world was almost whispered, small in between them.   any other time she would’ve let him go and kept the ambiguity of just what they were stay the same.   but she didn’t want to be alone.

[misosled]

He’s pressed heavy against her, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. The smell of sweat and the sound of her small gasps fill the room quickly as he grinds against her, thick length pushing obviously through, demanding her attention. “Octavia,” he growls, voice low and thick with arousal. “All this teasing better lead to something.” A hand slides down from her hip, cupping the full curve of her ass, a sharp squeeze that lets his nails sink into the skin beneath her shorts.

@taurusled,   unprompted.

lips parted as soft pants and half hitched moans spilled from the butterfly, pulse racing as she grinds against the man atop her, pinning her down against the floor.   the way he growled her name against her ear, the arousal dripping from it sent an electric shock down her spine.   fingers drug red lines down the expanse of his back with the sharp sting of his own against her ass.   everything felt hot, like a fever burning her up from the inside and the way she ground her clothed cunt against him only provided the barest relief.

❝ adam  — ❞   other hand tugged against red hair so she could tug him back somewhat, and press kisses along the line of his jaw, peppered with the sting of small bites following.   determined not to let herself submit so early, but more than happy to continue riling up the bull.   anything to try and get some relief finally, after so long of close contact sessions and her bringing herself to climax in her quarters, wishing it was adam instead.   ❝ i, ah  —  thought you took what you wanted.   isn’t that, mm, what everyone else thinks?   or is that only for our high leader, following orders like a good little knight  — ❞

[misosled]

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

@taurusled,   prompt,   accepting.

❝ i’ll be fine. ❞   butterfly couldn’t help the way she snapped at her mentor, punctuated with the door of her wardrobe shutting harshly.   dark cloud had lingered around her for days, ever since the confrontation with sienna and the resounding discipline that had followed.   now she was being sent on a mission with ilia, purposefully separated from the other by the tiger faunus who wanted to make it clear that her word was law.

turning to holster her daggers, harsh intake of breath followed when she jostled her ribs.   the tan skin there was still mottled with bruises.   a hand lingered over it for a moment before stormy green eyes flickered up to settle on the redhead.   ❝ i’ll be back in three days.   sienna wanted you with her until i come back. ❞   the high leader’s name was practically spat; the low burning rage that ever burned in the faunus seeming to stoke into an inferno.   her place with the white fang, with adam   ——   it felt like it was falling to pieces.   like she was losing who she was.

[misosled]

@taurusled,  continued.

His dreams were never the best. He never remembered much of them beyond the occasional flash- screams, pain, the burning on his face- but tonight was… rather tame, to be honest. Simple, almost… mundane dreams of the week.

No, tonight he wouldn’t wake up in a cold sweat.

Soft snores are interrupted by a sharp snort. Hands flail a bit, searching for a blade, but hands meet soft flesh instead. The grip is tight, almost enough to hurt before he catches himself. He’s in bed, at base… Someone woke him up?

Not many would chance that.

“Octavia?” name murmured a bit groggily, caught off guard as he is. A hand rises to his face as he sits up, “What time is-” A pause, soft tremble registering slowly in his mind. “What’s wrong?”

well, at least he didn’t go for wilt.   butterfly stilled, completely unmoving until adam’s grip loosened and his gaze flickers up.

maybe she shouldn’t of woken him up.   this was stupid, she felt stupid.   waking him up because of a silly nightmare like some scared little girl.   but the tried and tested method hadn’t worked.   fear is a demon.   slay your demons when you’re awake, and they won’t be able to get you when you sleep.   octavia slayed many of the demons she and the white fang came across  ——  but they still came in her dreams.   the demon that haunted her in her sleep still lingered even when she woke, taking bellamy’s face.   calling her a monster, a traitor, filthy faunus, she betrayed him.   she left him.   hadn’t she done the right thing?

❝ i  —— ❞   shaky breath in follows, and storm green eyes glance up, face curtained by ink dark hair.   ❝ it’s nothing, i just.   i couldn’t sleep. ❞

[misosled]

“I won’t be disobeyed" (during training???)

@taurusled,   prompt,   accepting.

            shoulders heave with every breath the girl drags in, arms shaking as palms sweat around the grip of her daggers.   they should’ve stopped hours ago.   but bull headed nature would shine through whenever octavia was on the brink of losing, of finally tipping over and giving in to finally get some blessed reprieve.

            she wouldn’t give in.

            storm green eyes are steely as they stare up at the redhead, standing above the butterfly faunus with the familiar red sharpness of wilt pointed at her, a hair’s width away from just under her jaw.   ❝ we’re not done. ❞   if octavia had her way, they would’ve trained late into the night until she won.   only cowards give in.   roll over, show their bellies and plead for some form of mercy from their betters.   she wasn’t going to be one of them.   a scowl and guarded forearm knocks away the sword, charging up to basically rush her mentor to the ground.   mind and reflexes dull from exhaustion, it wasn’t much for adam to basically use octavia’s own momentum against her and send her tumbling to the cold floor once more.   a groan, and she stares up from the floor but doesn’t move to get up again.   better to let her learn from her own foolishness than punish her straight away for disobeying orders.   ❝ … i yield. ❞   the dark haired girl almost looked infuriated at the admission, defeat ringing out in her voice.

[misosled]

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