( All verses can be found behind the cut. )

Azrael had been all too pleased to discover Faith’s secret rendezvous with the Dragon. He’d caught sight of the looks they’d exchanged in the halls, looks that wouldn’t have caught the attention of someone who didn’t at least know the Slayer as well as he did. He hadn’t said anything, simply followed when she’d left her rooms for the dungeons and ( Read more... )

It was the same as it always was. Faith would make a lewd suggestion and Ge would brush her off. She’d stopped being offended by his dismissals a long time ago, more interested in seeing the man’s slight discomfort over her propositioning. She never managed to seduce, and he never ceased to amuse her with his reaction ( Read more... )

Blood red nails thread through long blonde hair with Faith smiling at the taste of cherries on her lips. Jamie ran an ice cube down Faith’s collarbone only to follow the trail of water it left behind with her tongue. Faith moaned and captured her mouth again, enjoying the feel of that talented tongue against her own. They both paused long enough to ( Read more... )

Carmine Vetis had a reputation she could respect unlike the majority of boot lickers that could be found hanging around the palace at any given point in time. The first time they met he bowed but never groveled. They sized each other up curiously-- both of their reputations and egos going up against one another in a brief exchange of glances ( Read more... )

Don't bleed out on me, cupcake.

WARNING!! Dark Fic ahead that includes violence and torture of an Irony Verse nature.
( Does it feel good to deny?
Hurt me with nothing
Some sort of sick satisfaction you get from mind fucking )

Vitaly wasn’t the type she normally went for, far from it. He had the looks, sure… he just had a brain, too. That brain had been the thing to get him a position as one of Hell’s scholars; teacher to some of Hell’s elite children, and record keeper for some of the larger events that had taken place. He’d never really been broken, there hadn’t been a ( Read more... )

“You’re dead.”

“Exaggeration.”

“You’re not a vampire. What are you?”

“Something betterHer eyes flashed black as she threw the blade, satisfied when it was embedded firmly in his shoulder, and wasn’t that just the strangest sense of déjà vu? The poison was fast, one of the best Hell had to offer, and Angel was down before he’d even had time to ( Read more... )

Spending time in Balthazar and Arali’s bed was so much different than spending time in Azrael’s. There were expectations to be met when you were out to please Az, games to be played and unwritten rules to be followed. When she went to B and Ara it was all different. There she wasn’t the Slayer, that wasn’t her sole appeal. She was simply Faith, and ( Read more... )