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[Scenario] Hugo Vlad: A Misunderstood Affair

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, female reader.

The idea is by @minaisaw

Belle is on her way through Sixth Street from the 141 Convenience Store, carrying some groceries, when she suddenly spots Hugo Vlad’s wife sitting over one of Tin Masters’s Coffee Shop tables.

Belle is in good terms with her, so she decides to come to her and say hi.

“Hey, hello Ms.,” she addresses her in a cheerful tone. “It’s a pleasant surprise to see you on Sixth Street.”

The woman’s eye light up when she hears the familiar voice. “Hello, dear Belle,” she smiles at the girl. “I just stopped by to have a nice cup of coffee.”

Belle grins. “I understand. Tim Master makes the best coffee.”

“Why don’t you have a cup with me?” The woman’s gaze falls down on the groceries in the girl’s hands. “Unless, surely, if you’re not busy.”

Belle places the bags on the ground beside the table where the woman is sitting over. “It’s okay. I’m not rushing anywhere. And I can’t just say ‘no’ to coffee here.”

The two of them are having a nice and pleasant conversation, sharing a new stories or two. Until the woman sighs, tracing her fingers over the rim of her cup.

“Belle, may I confess something? Lately, I’ve had these thoughts. Suspicions, even. About Hugo.”

Belle blinks, caught off guard, and almost chokes on her coffee.

“Uhh… what kind of suspicions?” She shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“That maybe he’s seeing someone else,” her voice cracks slightly. “But I don’t want to think that. I love him. He’s my whole world. Still… he’s been absent-minded lately, so secretive. And I can’t help but feel neglected…”

Belle panics inside. She’s not ready for this kind of conversations! To her opinion, what she knows about Hugo, he’s not that kind of man who would cheat on someone, especially his wife, like that.

Before she can come up with anything comforting or figure out how to escape this conversation, another familiar voice interrupts both of them.

“Well, well. Did I interrupt ladies’ gossip hour?” Hugo’s gaze flicks between his wife’s troubled expression and Belle’s awkward one.

His wife rises from her seat.

“Hugo, we need to talk.”

Belle freezes in place like a deer caught in headlights.

“You’ve been gone late into the night. You barely speak to me when you’re home. I… I can’t help but wonder if you’ve found someone else,” her voice shakes.

Hugo’s smile falters, replaced by shock, then a wounded expression.

“What? Darling, no. Never!”

“Then why didn’t you say anything? I’ve felt neglected lately.”

“Neglected? …So you think I would betray you?” He furrows his eyebrows.

The woman bites her lip. “No, I don’t want to think that! But sometimes… it feels like I’m invisible to you.”

Both of them turns to Belle.

Belle’s eyes widens. “W–Wait, don’t look at me! I’m not—uh—uhm… The communications is really important. You two should talk this out, okay? Don’t drag the innocent bystander into your drama!”

Her eyes darts between the two, wishing she just could melt into the ground.

“B–But! From what I’ve seen, Hugo… he’s not the type to cheat. He’s the type to… to overwork himself, actually. Maybe he’s just too wrapped up in his work.”

That seems to make Hugo’s wife pause.

Hugo sighs softly, running a hand over his face. “She’s right. You mean everything to me. If I’ve seemed distant… it’s because I’ve been handling a lot of work,” his voice has softened. “Never because I’ve stopped loving you.”

His wife’s eyes become teary, and she rushes into his arms. Hugo embraces her tightly, murmuring something only she can hear.

“I’ve been planning something for you. A surprise! I wanted to keep it secret. That’s all.”

Belle quickly picks up her groceries, whispering under her breath, “I should’ve stayed home today.”

Before she can slip out, Hugo glances at her with a faint smile. “Thank you, Belle… for reminding my wife and me where my priorities truly lie.”

While she’s almost halfway toward Random Play, being red in the face, “I-I didn’t do anything!! Don’t make me part of this!!”

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FABLE LADYYY

Opinion about Flins in the new advertisement about him? :D???

He looks interesting and mysterious. I like his animations; I'm glad he doesn't have that turbo swirl in his charged attacks (like XL or Thoma do, for example), otherwise it'd so awkward for someone like him doing them lol Only sad thing, that he — like Varesa — has two ultimates, and his full ult is mostly not needed for rotations :[

But I'm definitely getting him C0R0 on his banner! Would love to see him in the story soon to get a better vision of him :]

(and his appearance really reminds me of Idia Shroud from Twisted Wonderland)

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Happy Birthday, Hugo 丨 Hiding in Plain Sight

"You did well just now. Please continue to maintain this pretense that we're perfect strangers."

"Though we've successfully obtained the 'Star', it's not yet time for the curtain call."

"Save your joyous celebrations and speech for the victory banquet, if you would."

...

"Dear esteemed guest, here is your 'Orange Cosmos' cocktail. I am Vlad, attendant of the Dream Restaurant, and it's my pleasure to serve you~"

(Hoyolab post)

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[Scenario] Hugo Vlad: A Prince Treatment for the Birthdayboy

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, a bit of suggestive, female reader.

The idea is by @fellow-anime-weeb927

Hugo’s face is illuminated by the soft glow of morning sun filtering through the curtains. He looks absolutely perfect. The shadow of his lashes falls on his cheeks that are begging to be kissed. His chest raises and falls in soft breathes.

You wake him early — not with a noise, but with a soft brush of your fingertips along his jaw. His mismatched eyes flutter open, still clouded with sleep; his ear twitch slightly. And just for a moment, he doesn’t look like Mockingbird’s elusive phantom thief, but an ordinary man. He looks… peaceful.

“Happy birthday, Hugo,” you whisper.

His lips twitch in a faint smile; his voice is quiet, yet playful. “Thanks, darling. Seeing you in the morning is a gift already.”

Before he can stand up, you already present him a small silver tray in hand: a cup of his favourite drink, berries and sliced fruits and a plate of pancakes.

“You’re not allowed to work today,” you say firmly, pushing him gently back against the pillows when he tries to protest and you put the tray on his lap.

His lips twitch in a playful smirk. “And what if I had important business?”

“You don’t,” you answer, tucking back a strand of his long blond hair. “Not today. Today, you’re mine, and I’m giving you the treatment you deserve.”

He makes no move to get up, letting you fuss over the breakfast tray you’ve brought in. You feed him the first bite yourself, and though he rolls his eyes playfully, the faint flush on his cheekbones betrays him.

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“Sit,” you say, guiding him to the vanity. “Today, you’re the prince of this kingdom, and I am your loyal retainer.”

Hugo chuckles, raising an amused brow. “Prince, hmm? I must have slept through my coronation.”

“You didn’t,” you reply, stepping behind him, “I just decided you deserve one.”

But he sits down anyway, with his legs stretched out, and leaning back. You gently untie his ponytail, running your fingers through the long, silky strands. He lets out a soft hum, barely audible, but you catch it.

“Comfy?” You ask.

“I suppose,” he replies casually, though you can see the faintest pink tint at the tips of his ears.

You brush his hair slowly, untangling each knot with care. Hugo pretends to inspect himself in the mirror like a noble in a preparation for a ball, but every time your fingers skim his neck, a pleasant shiver runs down his spine.

When you tie his hair back, he tilts his head, admiring the result.

“Not bad, darling. You might just earn your place as my official hairdresser,” he comments playfully, flicking his bangs and examining himself in the mirror.

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“You really are spoiling me today,” he murmurs warmly.

You smile softly. “Only the best for my birthday prince,” you tease, reaching for his shirt.

With gentle movements, you help him slip his arms into the sleeves, your fingers brushing against his skin, lingering just enough to make him shiver. Hugo closes his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation, the rare vulnerability of letting someone care for him so thoroughly.

Next, you help him with the cravat, tying it just so while your fingers graze his neck. Then, you guide his shoulder into the jacket — just his left shoulder, since it’s how he prefers to wear it — adjusting it perfectly. He lets out a low, approving hum as your hands linger slightly at the collar, and you notice the faintest blush on his cheeks.

You take a glove and put it on his right hand — only the right one, since, again, it's how he prefers to wear it.

You take Hugo’s hands and put his rings on his fingers — just how he likes them to wear. While he watches every of your movement in awe.

You step back to admire him.

Hugo is standing there, the epitome of elegance, yet there’s a softness in his expression that he only shows to you. He brushes a strand of hair from his face, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and quiet awe while his ears flicker slightly in excitement.

“You… make me feel like I actually deserve all this,” he admits.

“You always do,” you reply, stepping closer to place a gentle hand on his chest. “And today, I just get to show you.”

He leans into your touch, letting you admire him fully, the rare vulnerability and closeness making the moment almost magical.

“I’ve got something for you,” you say as you pull away which makes him tilt his head.

You quickly fetch an item to present him.

It was actually quite difficult to chose a present for Hugo — a man like him can afford anything.

Feeling your cheeks getting warmer, you’re holding a small gift box.

“It’s my gift to you. I hope you’ll like it!” You give the box to him, feeling somewhat both anxious and excited.

Hugo’s lips form an ‘O’ when you present him the gift box, and his ears twitch in interest. Then his lips curve in a soft smile.

“Thank you, darling. I’ll like any present you give to me — because it’s from you.”

He carefully unwraps the box and opens it. There’s a birthday card, a hand-made one. He takes it out to read it.

“To my gentleman thief:

May this year bring you the happiness you deserve, and may I have the honor of pampering you for many birthdays to come.

Forever yours,

[Y/N]”

Underneath the card, there’s another item. Hugo gently takes it out. It’s a scarf. Silky, pleasant to touch, light blueish-purpleish.

You scratch your nape nervously. “You used to wear a scarf, but it got lost. So I thought you might like this one, if not, it’s—”

“No, it’s perfect,” he interrupts you and looks up at you and then back at the scarf. “Thank you, darling.”

You breathe a sigh of relief.

He puts the box to the side, and then wraps his new scarf around his neck — similar to how he used to wear his previous one.

He looks absolutely handsome, you think.

Hugo smiles sweetly, comes to you close, leans in, and kisses you on the lips.

“Thank you for everything you do for me,” he whispers after he pulls away, hypnotizing you with these beautiful eyes of his.

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The day has gone nice. Hugo has spent it with you and received words of congratulations and some gifts from his friends.

Evening falls, and your shared apartment is quiet except for the faint sound of music drifting from the dining hall. Hugo expects the usual calm, but when he steps inside, he halts.

The room is transformed: a long table is draped with a luxury tablecloth, candles are flickering in holders, and there’s a vase of roses at the center. The plates are set with his favorite meal prepared with care.

You wait for him at the table, dressed beautifully, a soft smile is playing on your lips.

“Good evening, my prince,” you say, rising to pull out his chair like he’s the honored guest. “Tonight, everything is for you.”

The man lets a low chuckle, tilting his head. “You do realise you’re spoiling me far too much, darling. If I become accustomed to this, I’ll expect it every year.”

You guide him to his seat, carefully pushing the chair for him as if he’s a royalty. His favorite dishes, prepared with care, are served for him. He notices the little details: how you’ve arranged the cutlery, how the wine is already poured, how you hardly let him lift a finger.

At one point, when he tries to serve you instead, you gently stop him with a hand over his. “Tonight is about you. Let me.”

His smirk softens into something warmer. Between bites and stolen glances, Hugo is quieter than usual; not because he has nothing clever to say, but because he’s soaking in the feeling of being adored so openly.

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You rise from your seat. He lifts an eyebrow when you extend your hand toward him.

“Come,” you say, your voice gentle yet playful, “dance with me.”

He chuckles, setting the glass aside. “Normally, I’d lead… but something tells me you’ve already planned otherwise.”

When he places his hand in yours, you tug him up with a surprising firmness. The soft tap of his boots against the floor echoes as you guide him into the open space you’ve cleared earlier between the dining table and the windows.

You place his hand at your waist and keep his other in yours. Then, with a playful grin, you take the first step, leading him.

For a moment, Hugo looks genuinely surprised. Then a low laugh rumbles from his chest. “Hah… you dare?”

Your smirk broadens. “Tonight, you’re the prince. You get to be spoiled. Let me guide you.”

He allows it, surprisingly obedient, though the glint in his eyes shows he’s tempted to fight back the control at any second. Yet as the music continues, he lets you turn him, dip him — not deeply. He throws his head back and laughs, genuinely, loud.

“You’ll ruin my reputation if a word gets out,” he teases, though his voice is soft.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, your forehead brushing against his as you sway, “your secret is safe with me.”

For once, Hugo doesn’t lead, doesn’t plan, doesn’t scheme. He simply follows your rhythm, letting himself be carried in your arms. And when the music slows, he leans in, catching your lips in a kiss that seals the evening — his mismatched eyes are closed as he finally surrenders, not to the dance, but to you.

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“The night isn’t over yet. There’s one more surprise.”

He tilts his head, already smirking. “You never cease to surprise me, darling. Very well. Lead the way.”

You take his hand again, tugging him gently away from the dining hall.

When you open the door to the bathroom, steam greets you both. The bath is ready, filled with warm water and foam, scented with subtle oils.

Hugo blinks, then lets out a low laugh. “You truly thought of everything, didn't you?. First a feast, then a dance… and now this? I’ll start thinking you want to keep me captive in my own castle.”

You push him playfully toward the edge. “Strip.”

A mischievous grin is playing on his lips. “If you insist. I can’t ignore such a wish.”

You hush him with a smile and guide him to sit. You help him to take off his jacket and tie; then his shirt, each button undone with a patient care as if you’re unwrapping a gift. He leans back into your touch, letting you fuss over him.

When he finally lowers himself into the warm water, a low sigh escapes his lips. His hair floats in loose strands across the surface, gleaming golden in the soft light.

You kneel at the edge, sleeves rolled, and begin gently washing his hair, massaging his scalp with slow, soothing motions. He sighs in content.

Just as you’re helping him rinse his hair, Hugo suddenly splashes the water lightly toward you with a mischievous glint in eyes.

“Careful, darling,” he purrs, his voice low and teasing. “If I get wet, you get wet too, hm?”

Before you can react, he grabs your hand and tugs you toward the bath. The warm water splashes over you. You find yourself suddenly seated in the warm bath… fully clothed. Your clothes are soaked, clinging to your form.

Hugo’s grin only widens as he notices the way the wet fabric outlines your curves.

“Now… you’re part of my bath too,” he murmurs playfully. “You look… irresistible like this,” he teases.

You try to glare, but the wet fabric sticks to you, making you feel wobble.

Hugo laughs softly, reaching out to steady you, his fingers brush against your waist. “Hmm… looks like my prince treatment comes with some unexpected perks.”

He suddenly presses a finger lightly along your jaw, tilting your head toward his. “You really thought you can just pamper me without consequences?” He murmurs in a low voice.

You stutter something incoherent, trying to regain composure, but he’s already leaning closer, brushing his lips just against yours in a light teasing kiss. His other hand slides along from your wet waist to shoulder, trailing in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“You’re so… tempting like this,” he murmurs, nipping gently at your bottom lip. “And I might just decide to turn the tables on my princess.”

You gasp, feeling his hands brushing along your back, under the soaked fabric, with his fingers trailing over the curve of your sides just enough to tease without crossing the line… for now. He pulls back slightly.

You try to wriggle away, stuttering, but the moment only makes him chuckle amusingly.

“Relax,” he whispers close to your ear, his lips brush your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m merely returning the favour… for all the spoiling I’ve received today.”

Hugo leans in and places another kiss on your lips, making you succumb to his spells.

Using his nimble fingers, he carefully unbuttons your clothes; and distracting you with his lips, he depends the kiss — his tongue teases your lower lip — as he tugs on your clothes to free you from them.

You gasp at the sensation of his fingers on you, and he uses this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. An involuntary sounds forms in your mouth, and Hugo catches it with the kiss while he’s peeling down your clothes.

His touch is deliberate, teasing yet tender; his fingers are tracing along your hips and thighs over the wet fabric before it finally slips away and is put to the side. You shiver at the closeness, the warmth of the water, and the kiss — as if you’re the only person in the world.

When your soaked clothes are finally away, leaving you in nothing but the warmth of the bath stream and foam, Hugo pulls away from the kiss to admire his work. You’re breathless, your heart is racing, and the water trickles over your skin.

Hugo’s hands trace your arms and sides, teasing and comforting all at once, savouring the moment just as much as you are.

“It’s— It’s you who is supposed to be pampered today!” You finally regain some consciousness, yet it’s difficult to think while you’re sitting between his legs with your back to his chest.

Hugo places his lips on the junction between your shoulder and neck and chuckles at your words.

“And you’re the important part of it. So continue indulging me…” He starts placing soft kisses from your ear down your shoulder. The sensation of his lips makes your head spin. To add more fuel to the fire, his fingers join the game, teasing your sides, hips and thighs with their touches. And the warmth of their touches are burning even through the heat of the bath.

“Hugo…” A quiet plead leaves past your lips as his mouth continue to attack your neck with soft kisses and bites.

You try to say more, but Hugo tilts your chin up with a single finger as he leans in, cutting off your words with a deep kiss from behind. It starts slow, playful, but soon it deepens. His lips claim your, his tongue teases you again and it again makes your head spin.

Hugo pulls back from the kiss, just enough to breathe against your lips; his voice is playful. “The more you spoil me, the greedier I’ll become…”

His hands return to roam your sides, exploring without hurry, enjoying every reaction he draws out of you.

“So sensitive…” His lips find your neck once again, leaving slow — now more daring — open-mouth kisses along your skin. His teeth graze enough to make you jolt.

“Tell me, love,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up again, so he can drink in your expression, “will you let your price take his main gift now?”

After your permission, his lips claim yours again; this time with more hunger. The kiss is deep, intoxicating, his tongue slides again yours as his hands explore you boldly now, the fingertips brush down your sides, your hips, slipping under the water in ways that you arch without even thinking.

“Look at you,” he whispers into the kiss as his hand trails lower, bolder, making the water ripple with every movement. “My precious gift is squirming so sweetly for me…”

The two of you are lost in the moment, caught in warmth, water, and the undeniable pull of desire. A birthday he’ll never forget, and neither will you.

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Your body finally rests against his, boneless and trembling, as your cheek leans against his chest. Hugo’s laughter is low, warm and deeply satisfied. He strokes your damp hair back from your face. His mismatched eyes gleam with tenderness.

“Look at you. How exquisite…” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “And it’s all because you wanted to treat me like a prince.”

The man shifts you slightly, reaching for a sponge set at the bath’s edge. He soaks it in the warm water, wrings it out slowly, then begins to glide it over your shoulders. He’s pampering you.

The sponge moves down your arm, tracing the delicate lines of your skin, then across your back, rinsing away every trace of tension. Each stroke is followed by his hand, warm and tender, as though he needs to reassure himself that you’re truly comfortable.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, almost to himself, occasionally leaning forward to kiss your shoulder or the side of your neck. He rinses the sponge again, and then gently cleans along your collarbone, down your chest, never rushing, only cherishing.

When you try to protest faintly, murmuring something about it being his birthday, he only hushes you, sliding an arm under your knees and lifting you effortlessly from the bath. Water streams from your skin and hair as he carries you.

Hugo sets you gently on a stool by the bath’s edge, wrapping a towel snugly around your shoulders, then another one around his hips.

You look up at him, his long hair is loose and wet, clinging to his face and body. Only the towel, wrapped around his hips, hides his private parts. But it doesn’t prevent you from looking at his sculpted body. Obviously, it’s not your first time seeing him like this, but still, he looks just perfect.

His chest rises and falls, his Adam’s apple bobs, his ears twitch.

He takes another towel and wraps your hair delicately in it, massaging your scalp with soothing circles until you melt under his touch despite it’s being his birthday and it’s you who must take care of him.

By the time he’s done, you’ve given up your protests. He pulls away, and takes another towel and begins to dry his own hair. He turns around, giving you a nice view of his back, of how muscles twitch. Truly a sight to behold.

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Once the two of you have dried off and wrapped snugly in soft robes, you find you into your shared bedroom and your bed.

When he leans over you, his heterochromatic eyes glow in the dim light, filled with both mischief and tenderness. “There. My princess in her rightful place.”

You pout faintly, tugging him down beside you. “You’re still the birthday prince. You shouldn’t be doing all the work.”

Hugo smirks, sliding into the bed and curling an arm around your waist to pull you against his chest. “Work? Darling… holding you close is hardly a work,” he presses a kiss to your temple, then another along your jaw.

You find yourself melting against him, all protests are fading as his hands are brushing the robe over your form. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his lips linger wherever they land — it’s all overwhelming in tenderness.

After a while, he murmurs into your hair: “You’ve spoiled me beyond reason tonight. The feast, the dance, the bath, the kisses… Do you know what it means, to be adored like this?”

You tilt your face up, brushing your lips against his softly. “It means you’re loved. Deeply.”

Hugo’s smile softens into something shy. He pulls you impossibly closer, burying his face into your neck as he whispers:

“Then this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

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No updates for next few days. I'm cooking something sweet for Hugo's bday （*’∀’人）♥

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Still thinking about the fact that Hugo promised to treat us to a meal... and invite us to his gallery.... maybe one day, it'll be a date in his gallery... haha... unless??

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Didn't expect this one!

She actually looks pretty gorgeous.

Finally can un-bench Kafka and Jiaoqiu, at least for pure fiction

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Maybe if you have any ideas on what should I write for Hugo's birthday, please share with me; I'm out of ideas 🫠

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You make me miss my our husband with these fics. Man, I missed your content sm >:>!!!!

I miss Hugo so much as well, even though I see him every day whenever I open the game lol~

I try to write as much as I can, but I have irl stuff + English being not my first language consumes more of my brain cells lol

Thanks for reading my works~

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[Scenario] Hugo Vlad: A Dangerous Conversation

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

Note: It's kinda a continuation to Part 1.

You don’t bother knocking. Hugo looks up from his desk; a pen has stood still over a sheet.

“Detective,” he says smoothly, leaning back in his chair and playing with the pen between his fingers. “To what I owe this… unannounced pleasure?”

“Pleasure isn’t the word I’d use,” you shut the door behind you, crossing the room toward his desk with deliberate steps. “I have questions. About your… acquisitions.”

He tilts his head, the corner of lips are curling. “You make them sound so unlawful.”

“I know who you are.”

He raises one of his brows, still twirling the pen with his fingers. “I should hope so. I’ve been offering you wine for weeks now.”

“Don’t play with me,” you snap, stepping forward again. “Mockingbird. The rooftop. The kiss. It’s you.”

His lips curl in a bigger smile — slow, deliberate, amused. “And here I thought you were here because you missed me.”

“You think this is a game?”

“Oh, it’s not a game,” he puts the pen down, stands up and circles the desk, coming close enough for you to smell the perfume on him. “It’s far more entertaining than that.”

You should step back. Instead, you stay still as he closes the distance.

“You’ve been chasing me for months,” he murmurs; his voice is low enough to make you shiver. “Learning my habits. Anticipating my moves. Studying me.” His gloved fingers brush the edge of your sleeve lightly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were obsessed with me.”

You try to hold his gaze, but the way he looks at you, like you are a priceless artefact he’s about to steal, is maddening. “Flirting won’t get you out of this”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything,” he says in a velvet voice.

Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears as his gloved hand is trailing up your arm, pausing at your shoulder. You should step back, should tell him that it’s wrong. But you can’t. As if some invisible force stops you.

He locks his eyes with you.

“You want to know the truth, don’t you?” He murmurs, leaning in until your noses almost touch. “The truth is… you’re the only one I’d let catch me.”

Your breath is stuck in your throat as his hand slides down to your waist.

“Say the word,” he whispers, “and I’ll tell you everything. But I don’t think you really came here for answers, Detective.”

You swallow hard. “…Then what did I come for?”

The man’s lips form a broad toothy grin as if he’s already won. “Me.”

Hugo leans in closer before your brain can register what’s happening. He places his lips on yours.

The kiss is slow, deliberate, tasting faintly sweet.

You close your eyes, cursing yourself that you’re enjoying the situation too much.

Hugo slowly and carefully nudges you behind until your backside is pushed on his desk. Which involuntarily makes you grab his shoulders. He releases a soft hum into the kiss as his hands slowly caress your waist and he moves closer to your body between your legs.

His lips move with infuriating patience, coaxing rather than demanding, until you find yourself leaning into him more — even just a fraction — but enough for him to notice.

You are telling yourself it’s a strategy, distraction; a way to get him to slip. But the more his hands caress your waist, the more his lips tease you, the more the logical part of you dissolves into pleasure.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs against your mouth; his voice is low and maddeningly soft.

“From anger,” you lie.

He smiles into your lips. “If you say so…”

Hugo pulls back just enough to study your face. “You’re still thinking about your case,” he muses, lifting one one of his hands and brushing your jaw with his thumb. “Trying to decide if I fit into the picture you’ve built in your head.”

You swallow. “You do.”

“Do I?” He teases, leaning so close you can feel his breath on your lips again. “Then catch me.”

And after that, the man kisses you again. But deeper, more insistent. He closes his eyes in bliss. He hums softly as he tilts his head just a bit to deepen the kiss more. He lets his tongue to brush against your lower lip. And it makes you almost squeak.

“You’re dangerous,” you breath as you pull back from the kiss, feeling your cheeks getting warmer.

“Only to those who interest me,” he murmurs, opening his eyes and looking down at you, almost hypnotizing you with his beautiful mismatched eyes. “And you, Detective… are incredibly interesting.”

You should walk away. You should call for backup. Instead, you let him tilt your chin, drawing you into another kiss that pushes the last strain of your restraint.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a whisper reminds you: this is the man you’ve been chasing for months. But when his lips are grazing the corner of your lips, jaw and down the line of your neck, that voice becomes quieter and quieter…

“Stay a little longer,” Hugo whispers; his tone is a half invitation, half command.

And when you don’t answer right away, he smiles against your skin like he already knows the answer.

His mouth is warm against your neck; his hands on your waist are making you shudder. And it all is working, too well, until something in you snaps back.

Two can play this game.

Your hands let go of his shoulders, and you let them trail up his chest — your fingers brush over the fine fabric of his shirt — up to the base of his throat.

Hugo’s gaze locks on yours instantly. It’s sharp, curious. His ears twitch involuntarily.

You smile knowing, and in a smooth swift move, you push him into the chest, shift your weight and spin him around toward the desk, and his backside is pushed to the desk. Your palms land flat on his chest, keeping him in place.

His brows lift, but the smirk is still present. “Oh? Detective’s taking control now?”

“I think it’s my turn,” you murmur, stepping close enough that your knee brush his.

For the first time, you watch him pause — not flustered, but caught off guard. His ears twitch again.

“You think you’re the one doing the hunting,” you say in a low voice, “but you forget, I know criminals. I know how to make them… slip.”

You lean in, standing on your tiptoes, close enough to whisper into his ear. “And you’re slipping, Hugo.”

The way you’ve just said his name makes him shiver and his ears twitch again.

Then, before he can respond, you kiss him, not slow like his, but with a heat. It’s a kiss meant to unsteady, to take, to make Hugo lose control. Your fingers run through his hair, keeping him exactly where you want him. A soft growl involuntarily leaves past his lips into the kiss as he’s shivering in excitement.

While your other hand slip into the inner pocket of his jacket.

Something cold and metallic is pressed against your palm. You don’t even need to look to know what it is.

When you finally break the kiss, you are breathless, but smiling. You pull away and dangle the small object between your fingers — a very incriminating trinket from the most recent theft. That very theft, when he disappeared after he distracted you with a kiss — the same game you’re playing now.

Hugo looks down at it and then back up at you. And to your surprise, instead of panic, his smirk broadens.

“You little fox,” he murmurs playfully, voice dripping with admiration. “You did come here for answers.”

You step back, placing the evidence into your pocket. “See you around, Mockingbird.”

You turn to leave, and his ringing laughter follows you out.

Even after you’re gone, he continues to stand like this with his back to the desk. His fingers are tapping on the surface of it, and he continues to grin.

Hugo is feeling extremely giddy inside.

You are a worthy opponent.

[internetladyfables]

[Headcanons] Hugo Vlad & Ren Amamiya: Mockingbird × Detective!Reader × Joker AU

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, female reader.

Note: Soo, uh, this was born from my obsession with Hugo and me playing P5R right now. Both of them are phantom thieves, and Ren and Hugo both are intentionally voiced by Jun Fukuyama, and Hugo’s character trailer is clearly inspired by P5, so yeah... I'm aware that Joker that has another name in the manga adaptation but from what I know, Ren Amamiya is a canon, and tbh, I prefer this one more.

You’re an independent detective with a spotless reputation, cool under pressure, stubborn about uncovering the truth. You’re assigned to investigate a case of a mysterious streak of thefts committed by the enigmatic phantom thieves wreaking havoc on high-profile criminals and corrupt elites. The two most recent culprits on your radar are Mockingbird and Joker, but they’re so elusive that your leads are frustratingly thin.

Public perception of the thieves is mixed: some think they’re dangerous criminals, others romanticize them.

The real twist is that they’re closer to you in everyday life than any suspect ever should be: Hugo is a charming gallery owner you frequently visit to browse the art and consult him on which piece of art the phantom thieves might be interested in to steal; Ren is a finely-mannered student who works part-time in a café you chat with when you need a coffee/tea break.

Hugo (Mockingbird) and Ren (Joker) are fully aware of who you are and what you’re working on.

And both of them know about each other’s phantom thief identities and have an unspoken competition over who can tease you more without revealing themselves.

They also have a mutual respect and some sort of a friendly rivalry.

Hugo has figured out Ren’s identity pretty quickly; they’ve crossed paths on a few heists and silently agreed to keep each other’s secrets.

Hugo likes theatrics; Ren hates unnecessary attention that could endanger people. They argue, but they always fall back on a mutual code: never endanger innocents.

They’ve made an unspoken agreement not to let you find out the truth too early, partly for your safety, partly because it’s too entertaining.

They occasionally interfere with each other’s work just to see how you’ll react: Mockingbird leaves a calling card where Joker is supposed to, Joker returns an item Mockingbird has stolen to make you question their motives.

Hugo might point you toward a lead that happens to be where Joker is operating, just to see how you'll handle it. Ren does the same in reverse.

If they’re both in the same room with you, they’ll pass “invisible signals” between themselves — eye contact, subtle smirks, faint nods — while you’re completely focused on your investigation notes.

They exchange glances over your shoulder when you say something about “finally cracking the case.” If you ever unknowingly get close to either during a heist, the other will deliberately mislead you to protect them, then later they’ll tease each other about your almost success.

They compete over who can fluster you more in civilian life without giving themselves away.

At first, the teasing and banter is lighthearted, just the thrill of knowing something you don’t. But slowly, Hugo’s gaze starts lingering a little too long during conversations, and Ren finds excuses to walk you home from the café.

Hugo sees you as a delightful challenge, your persistence makes his games more thrilling. Ren’s feelings get complicated faster. He genuinely admires your sense of justice but also finds himself wanting to protect you from dangerous truths.

They start realising they’re both falling for you, which adds another layer to their unspoken competition.

Hugo lightly takes your hand when guiding you through a crowded gallery opening; Ren brushes a crumb from your cheek in the café. Neither pulls away immediately.

If you spend more time talking to Ren, Hugo will ‘coincidentally’ invite you to a late-night gallery showing. If you seem closer to Hugo, Ren will ask for your help with a ‘homework project’ about criminal psychology as just an excuse to spend some time with you. Both deny being jealous, but you can feel the competitive tension whenever they’re in the same room.

Even before you know the truth, you’re drawn to both in different ways. Instead of backing off, they start circling closer, waiting for the moment when you finally realise they’re not just the men you suspect, but the ones who have been stealing your heart piece by piece.

Hugo Vlad (Mockingbird)

Public Persona: An elegant, cultured man of refined tastes. Runs an art gallery in New Eridu with exhibitions that attract the cities’ elite. He’s very generous about letting you in on ‘behind-the-scenes’ talks to keep you distracted.

Phantom Thief Persona: As Mockingbird, he’s theatrical, taunting law enforcement with riddles and performances with the help of Vivian and Robin who work behind the scenes. His targets are rare art pieces; he’s a collector who’s fond of extremely rare things.

Relationship with You: Uses his gallery as both a legitimate business and a perfect cover for gathering intel. Whenever you come to ask about stolen artwork or rare artefacts, he offers you a drink and makes idle conversation.

“Innocently” offers expert opinions on stolen art cases, helping you ‘understand the criminal mind’ while being that exact criminal.

If you ever mention Mockingbird’s name in his presence, he smirks like it’s a private joke, and comments on it, “Ah, the gentleman thief… how intriguing. I’d almost like to meet him myself.”

Ren Amamiya (Joker)

Public Persona: A quiet, polite student who works part-time at Café Leblanc in New Tokyo. He appears to be unassuming and attentive, making it easy for you to talk about your day without suspecting that he’s taking mental notes. His kindness and reserved nature make him the last person you’d suspect of pulling off elaborate heists.

Phantom Thief Persona: Leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, stealing the distorted hearts (from his own words) of corrupt individuals. His missions are a different kind of theft compared to Mockingbird’s, but equally illegal in the some of public eye.

Relationship with You: Keeps his cool around you, but if you show up in the café looking frustrated about the case, there’s the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes before he returns to his neutral expression. But always offers you coffee/tea/drink ‘on the house’ when you look stressed and frustrated because of the case or add an extra pastry, framing himself as just a sweet part-timer, while knowing perfectly well he was the suspect you were chasing the night before.

Finds you fascinating — not just because you’re after him, but because you have a knack for seeing through people… except when it comes to him. That gap in your perception amuses him endlessly.

Occasionally slips tiny hints into conversation, like “Sometimes people wear masks for a reason,” to watch your reaction.

[internetladyfables]

I was woken up by explosions in my city, I'm safe and it's quiet already. In any case, as per usual, the inspiration came to me in the middle of the night:

so I thought about Hugo/Mockingbird x detective!Reader x Ren/Joker some kind of crossove AUr?

Maybe, there's another city beside New Eridu, like New Tokyo. Ren is a student who works part-time in a cafe. Reader could meet Ren for the first time in the said cafe. And meet Hugo in his gallery (he's a gallery owner, after all).

When interacting with either/both of them, they act kind of suspiciously, as if knowing about your job more than you do.

Mockingbird and Joker could meet each other for the first during their heists, but their target has become the same artefact.

You’ve made it your mission to capture both of them.

But you got pulled deeper into their cat-and-mouse game, and realised something:

They might not be working against each other. They might be teaming up… to steal your heart! ♡

akhfafs this is a disarray of thoughts. I'll try to write something for it. Hope you'll be interested in it~

[internetladyfables]

[Scenario] Hugo Vlad: “Too Familiar…”

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

He’s standing on the rooftop edge of the museum from which he has ‘gentlemanly taken away’ an artefact he has been looking for for so long..

The Phantom Thief, Mockingbird, has just pulled off another flawless heist. Or he thinks so.

The chase has led you this far.

"You’re not getting away this time," you say breathless, stepping out of the shadows.

Mockingbird halts in his tracks. He doesn’t raise his hands. Instead, he tilts his head, letting a low chuckle.

Ah, his favourite dance partner. Detective. His detective.

“Ah, but I always do, don’t I?”

“You’re cornered,” you say in a steady voice. “No tricks this time.”

The man chuckles. “Ah, but tricks are half the fun, aren’t they, Detective?”

“Hands where I can see them.”

He raises them in a mock surrender, slowly.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were obsessed with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, but I must, if only to buy myself a few precious seconds more,” he says, stepping closer with a feline elegance. “You know, up close, you’re breathtaking even when you’re furious.”

His voice is deep, velvet, familiar.

Too familiar.

“You think you can charm your way out again?” You narrow your eyes. “You're done running.”

He takes another step closer. “Running? Never. I was only dancing. With you.”

Your hand twitch near your holster, but you hasn’t drawn it. Not yet. You can’t. There’s something about him — more than the charm and more than the voice.

“Tell me, Detective,” he whispers almost seductively, stepping even closer.

Some kind of power has drawn you to make a step back. And your back hits a wall of the rooftop exit.

”...if I kissed you right now… would you arrest me after?”

But he moves too quickly for you even to open your mouth to say anything. A gloved hand reaches up, brushing along your jaw, tilting you head up a bit, as he dipps in. And kisses you. His other hand lands on the wall next to your head, for him to steady himself.

The kiss isn’t forceful. It’s… intimate. Soft. Confident. Your breath is caught in your throat. The world has stopped. It isn’t the kiss of a criminal trying to escape.

It’s the kiss of someone who knows you.

He is kissing you like Hugo once did.

Slow. Soft. Familiar.

You gasp and you body freezes.

The shock of realisation.

You now know.

Or at least, feel it.

You kissed Hugo before. The charming gentlam who’s running a gallery in New Eridu. The one with the knowing smiles and beautiful eyes that have always lingered on yours just a second too long.

Mockingbird pulls away. His ears has twitched from excitement.

Your heart is pounding in your chest.

You grab his jacket. “You—” you whisper against his lips, stunned. “You’re…”

He only chuckles, pulling away just slightly, his mismatched eyes are gleaming mischievously.

“Careful now,” he says with a playful whisper. “You might fall for me. Again.”

And before you can say another word, he kisses you again. Deeper this time. More passionate. His fangs are slightly grazing your lower lip. Which makes you gasp involuntarily.

The world is spinning around you. You’ve forgotten how to breathe.

But when you gain the consciousness, Mockingbird has already gone.

The taste of the kiss is still lingering.

So is the truth.

Your hands are trembling. Not because you lost him again.

But because you’ve known him all along.

[internetladyfables]

So, in Persona 5, there's Goro Akechi. a detective who's investigating the phatnom thieves, and it's possible to hang out with him while he has no idea about Ren's identity (surely, he will find out soon)... and it gave me an idea for Hugo x detective!Reader

Like, imagine Hugo making every of his heist a performance (yeah-yeah, he already does, but) for the sake of teasing you, and it's his way of flirting with you. Mockingbird slips out from your fingers when you almost catch him. It's a game of cat and mouse.

And you pour out your frustration to 'civilian Hugo' — your good acquaintance — he listens to you carefully, humming and nodding. Though, he may drop some subtle phrases that sound oddly familiar...

Or when you corner him with a weapon, how would he escape from you? He drops: “Tell me, Detective,” he whispers, “if I kissed you right now… would you arrest me after?” And he kisses you. And after that he escapes while you're dazed.

AND a bonus to the kiss — you kissed Hugo before, so Mockingbird's kiss feels the same as his.

I shall write something for this or you may suggest some other ideas~

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[internetladyfables]

привіт!! since you've mentioned playing persona 5, i was wondering if you're playing the royal edition or the phantom x?

Хай~

I'm playing Persona 5 Royal. As far as I know, The Phantom X is a gacha, and tbh, I don't have energy for another gacha😭 and plus, I'm not really interested in it, I'm happy with the Royal one٩(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

[internetladyfables]

This Imaginarium Theater reset gave me a small headache, mostly because of Maguu Kenki who jumped around the room. Somehow, I managed to 10☆, even though superconduct is a weak reaction, and there is still NO support for his reaction >_>

[internetladyfables]

[Headcanons] Hugo Vlad: Idol AU

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

Hugo is a mysterious and elegant lead vocalist and main face of an ultra-popular idol group called “Mockingbird.” His stage persona is themed like a phantom thief — masks, elegant outfits, magic tricks.

Rumors spread that Hugo used to be a phantom thief before joining the idol world. He never confirms nor denies it. He reads fan theories online and chuckles at them, especially the ones that try to guess his ‘true identity.’

His choreography is fluid, smooth, sensual; every glance, smirk and gesture feels intentional and calculated.

Lyrics are full of riddles and poetic metaphors. Fans write essays trying to decode the meaning.

His heterochromia and elf-like ears become iconic. Fans gush about his ‘inhuman beauty; and some fans swear he’s a vampire.

His elf-like ears have their own separate fan-base. In every interview/video he’s presented, the fans capture every frame of his ears twitch.

His long blond hair is tied back in a low or high ponytail. Sometimes, he lets it loose during performances to drive the fans feral.

His fan-base is active, they write poems about him, draw fan art of him, and speculate about his ‘true identity.’

He once accidentally takes off his gloves with his teeth mid-performance. The “Glove Thing” went viral, and fans have become even more feral. After that, in every interview he’s invited, he’s asked to do the thing.

Never breaks the character on-stage. Plays a role of a charismatic gentleman thief.

Off-stage, he’s polite, soft-spoken and always thanks staff. But he’s a tease during interviews. When asked about romance, he smiles mysteriously and says, “Every thief has someone he wants to steal away.”

Vivian is his assistant. Robin is his bodyguard.

If he has a s/o:

You’re either a dedicated fan, a staff member, or his personal stylist, or maybe even his choreographer. Obviously, your identity and even existence is hidden for your safety.

Sings to you in private, soft, quiet versions of songs that the public only hears in a more polished form. But you get the true raw emotions.

You're the one person who sees the real him off-stage: with messy hair, tired, genuinely smiling.