#and also I am TRYING to find an elegant way to wrap it up

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4.3k words and counting and this is just another awkward situation where I absolutely could break this into 2 chapters but like... nah

[kajibunny]

⋆🌷🫧⋆｡° intrusive thoughts 💭₊˚ෆ (hayato suo x reader)

collab piece for amor's event, ORQUÍDEAS

PENSAMIENTOS INTRUSIVOS - yesterday, today, tomorrow; unwanted thoughts oftentimes linger through your mind. after rough experiences with love, he's more than ready to show you how much he loves you to make those intrusive thoughts fly away.

✿ contains: very suggestive content (towards the end), mentions of previous toxic relationships, slight angst (with comfort), f!reader, suo being a hopeless romantic (fluff) ✿ a/n: first time joining an event (so honored to join, thank you amor!) and writing a full piece dedicated for suo ♡ for my suo girlies out there, ya'll are among the sweetest and nicest people! you deserve suo's unconditional love~ ✿ wc: 1.1k

yesterday ── ✧

you've never known a guy as mature as suo. in fact, all you've ever known are rowdy immature guys who have no plans, no vision for the future, and no idea how to treat a woman right. 

however, suo is a pure contrast to all of them. at first glance, one would say he's an absolute gentleman. disciplined, extremely intelligent, perceptive, and not to mention handsome. truly the perfect package.

the only catch? he is too good to be true. suo is the most mysterious and enigmatic person you've ever met. it also didn't help that he has a reputation for being a tease and a bit of a liar. 

it's true that he has lied quite a lot, but never about his feelings for you. 

suo professed his love for you months ago, and had started courting you for quite some time now. he knew you wanted him as well, even though you refused to give in to him out of your own personal trust issues with men in the past, which made it difficult for you to believe him.

you didn't believe suo when he told you he could treat you right, like the empress that you are. 

you didn't believe suo when he said he'd give you the world, make you feel special like you deserve.  

you didn't believe suo when he said that things would be different with him. he says that he would love you with his whole heart, and take you up the staircase to adulthood, whatever that meant.

"prove it to me." you challenged, with no expectations in your thoughts, as flowery words only meant so little to you. 

his reply was steady, full of confidence. 

"of course, darling. for you, i'll do whatever it takes." 

he calls you his 'darling' like he means it, and looks at you like you were the most precious rare jewel in the world.

suo’s words were promising, but you knew better than to fall for mere promises. you had been let down one too many times before. if he wanted your trust, he would have to earn it.

actions spoke louder than words, so he would have to find a way to convince you. you've been through so much heartbreak and toxicity that you just found yourself so hesitant to let anyone else in. 

today ── ✧

they definitely didn't call suo a "master of negotiation" for nothing. 

he showed up to your home with a large bouquet of flowers, a mix of reds and purples, which perfectly complemented his burgundy toned hair.

"what's this for?" you ask, perplexed at him suddenly gifting you with such an eloquent set of flowers. they seemed like they cost a fortune too. the bouquet was wrapped in embossed paper and high quality silk ribbons, because suo wanted only the best for you.

"these orchids are a symbol of your elegance and beauty, these roses are a symbol of my passion and desire for you, and the heliotropes represent my everlasting devotion." suo explains, handing the flowers over to you.

he is obviously well-versed in flower language. could this man be any more perfect? 

a mixture of wonder and disbelief were reflected in your eyes. "for me?" you admire each beautiful fresh flower, softly running your fingertips through the petals. 

none of your past lovers had ever gotten you flowers before, and one of them even once forgot your birthday. so this was something totally new to you. 

"you told me to convince you, so here i am, trying to convince you." he smiled, his charming, captivating, signature suo smile. 

you blush at his gesture. "thank you suo, you really didn't have to, but that's very thoughtful of you." 

"do i get a kiss as a token of gratitude?" suo asks, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leans in slightly.

you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "don’t push it, hayato." you reply.

suo’s eyes widen slightly, taken aback not only by the way you casually used his first name but also by the unexpected moment when you tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

maybe suo really is a better negotiator than you thought. well, he certainly had his way of convincing you, that's for sure. 

tomorrow ── ✧

you weren't certain when you started to notice it, but the pain of heartache that had once felt so overwhelming now seemed like a fading shadow. gradually replaced by a quiet sense of peace, as if your heart was finally learning to heal and make room for something new, something better.

something like hayato suo. 

both of you were definitely ready to take the next step, imagining a future together. (maybe this was what he meant by the 'staircase to adulthood' that he kept talking about so much.)

he cherished you dearly, his kisses always so soft and gentle. he held you with tender fingers, like you were fine china. night after night, he lapped at you hungrily, like you were the sweetest tea he'd ever drank. in suo's bed the both of you lay, him basking in your beautiful afterglow. 

"you're so cute." he said, stroking your hair. "but you know what would make you even cuter? if i kiss you right now." 

"is kissing all you ever think about, hayato?" you sigh.

suo shrugs. "ever since i fell in love with you, yes, i believe it's all i ever think about."

"how did you end up falling for me, hm?" you nuzzle against his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.

"i'm not sure, either. maybe you put some type of love potion in my tea?" he replies to you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers with his. 

"stop, i did not, that seems more like something you would do, hayato!" you giggle, playfully giving him a light shove on the shoulder. 

he chuckles in response and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "the ancient spirit in my eye says we should kiss now."

curious, you tilted your head and ask, "did it now? tell me, what's really under your eyepatch, anyway?" 

"darling, you already saw what's under my clothes and now you want to see what's under my eyepatch, too?" his gaze locks in with yours, a teasing glint present in suo's eye. 

before you could respond, he presses his lips against yours. afterwards, suo proceeded to place a kiss on your ring finger that is adorned with an antique promise ring. a matching set to his antique earrings, which he slid around your finger the moment you told him you were ready to accept his affections. 

you have suo totally and irrevocably wrapped around your finger, literally and figuratively. he has always promised himself to you since yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always.

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[midastouch013]

"Find Me Attractive Again"

Based on this request

Summary: You had a wonderful girlfriend, and so what happens when you discover she has an eating disorder

Warnings: Eating disorder, Hurt Nat, Sad Nat, Neglecting Y/n. Panic Attacks. Purging, throwing up. Major hurt/comfort, from both sides.

P.S I wasn't really satisfied with the ending, so I apologise. I also took my own spin on it since it was kind vague, so I hope you like it'.

P.S.S And also, after such heavy fics, I'd really like for someone to drop me a fluffy one, Not just Nat, any Marvel woman please.

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It was a typical summer day in New York City when your paths first crossed. You, wrapped up in the chaos of your medical residency, were rushing through the streets, white coat flapping behind you like a superhero’s cape, while Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, was navigating the crowds with the ease of someone who had seen it all.

It was at a street corner where fate decided to intervene, in the form of an iced coffee and a collision. Natasha, in her sleek elegance, accidentally bumped into you, sending her cold drink cascading down your front.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Her voice was a mix of genuine contrition and a hint of amusement.

You blinked, the cold seeping through your shirt, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. “Well, at least it’s a hot day,” you replied, trying to brush off the mess.

Natasha quickly handed you some napkins, her green eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're a humour one I see"

"That I am" you grinned "I've also cost you your coffee"

Natasha went to open her mouth, but you spoke instead.

“Let me make it up to you. Can I buy you another drink?”

"But I'm the one who spilt mine on you?" her eyebrow raised as she questioned.

"And?"

"I should be the one buying for you?"

You're smile didn't falter " Where's the chivalry in that?"

And that was the start of it all. What began as a clumsy encounter turned into a friendship neither of you expected. Natasha’s charm, mixed with her trademark snark, drew you in like a moth to a flame. Soon, the two of you were spending your precious free time together, swapping stories over drinks or taking long walks through the city.

Despite her guarded nature, Natasha opened up to you in ways she hadn’t with anyone else. You became her confidante, her sanctuary in a world filled with chaos and danger. And in turn, you found solace in her presence, a respite from the relentless demands of your residency.

As your friendship deepened, so did your feelings for her. You found yourself falling for the enigmatic Avenger, captivated by her strength, her wit, and the vulnerability she only showed to you. And one day, gathering every ounce of courage you had, you asked her out on a date.

To your delight, Natasha said yes, her smile lighting up the room in a way you had never seen before. And just like that, your friendship blossomed into something more, a new chapter in both of your lives.

Now, as you walked hand in hand through the bustling streets of New York, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. With Natasha by your side, you felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges life threw your way.

Little did you know, however, that behind the redhead’s confident facade lay a secret she was desperate to keep hidden. An invisible battle she fought every day, one that threatened to consume her from within.

And so, all it would take for you to find out, as a plate of untouched food, and certain other stuff

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The elevator door opened with a ding, admitting you into the familiar warmth of your shared home (Floor in the compound that Tony had so happily given) with Natasha. The faint scent of breakfast lingered in the air, a reminder of the meal you had meticulously prepared before your short 12-hour shift at the hospital.

But as you stepped further into the living space, your brow furrowed in confusion. The plate of food you had set out for Natasha sat untouched on the dining table, a solitary fork resting against the edge.

"Nat?" you called out, your voice echoing in the quiet apartment. There was no response, just the eerie stillness of an empty room.

Concern gnawed at the edges of your mind as you ventured further into the living space, scanning every corner for any sign of your elusive girlfriend. But Natasha was nowhere to be found.

However, before you could think what to do next, the sound of retching echoed through the apartment, sending a shiver of dread down your spine. Without a moment's hesitation, you bolted towards the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you flung open the door, the sight that greeted you was enough to make your stomach churn. There stood Natasha, hunched over the toilet, her face contorted in agony as she forced herself to purge.

Instinct took over as you rushed to her side, your hands reaching out to grasp hers and pull them away from her mouth. "Nat, stop," you urged, your voice laced with urgency and concern.

For a moment, she resisted, the muscles in her arm tense with the effort of her struggle. But slowly, reluctantly, she relented, allowing you to pry her fingers away from their self-destructive task.

The sight of her trembling form, tears glistening in her eyes, tore at your heartstrings like nothing else. You wanted to wrap her in your arms, to shield her from the demons that haunted her, but you knew that this was a battle she had to fight on her own terms.

Gently, you guided her away from the toilet, leading her to the sink where you wet a washcloth and pressed it against her clammy forehead. "It's okay, Nat," you murmured, your voice a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within her.

As you helped Natasha up from the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, her silence weighed heavily in the air, a palpable barrier between you. You guided her to the bed, her movements sluggish and unsteady, and gently urged her to sit down while you prepared a bath.

With practiced efficiency, you filled the tub with warm water, adding a few drops of lavender oil to help soothe her frazzled nerves. But as you turned to help Natasha undress, you noticed the way she recoiled from your touch, her body tensing at the slightest contact.

Your heart ached at the sight, a pang of sadness settling in the pit of your stomach. You had always prided yourself on being there for Natasha, on offering her the unwavering support and love she so desperately needed. But now, faced with her silent withdrawal, you felt utterly helpless, like a bystander watching helplessly as a storm raged on the horizon.

With a heavy sigh, you stepped back, giving Natasha the space she seemed to need. You watched in silence as she rose from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, before making her way to the bathroom.

It was only then that you noticed the small click of the lock as she closed the door behind her, a barrier sealing her off from the outside world. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of the walls Natasha had built around herself, walls that even you, with all your love and devotion, could not penetrate.

For a moment, you stood there in the empty room, the weight of Natasha's silence bearing down on you like a leaden cloak. But then, with a resolute shake of your head, you pushed aside your own doubts and fears, determined to stand by her side no matter what.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and made your way to the bathroom door, your hand poised to knock. But at the last moment, you hesitated, the sound of running water and Natasha's soft sobs echoing through the wood.

But when the sound of retching pierced through the closed bathroom door, a surge of panic shot through you like a bolt of lightning. Without a second thought, you abandoned your plans to change and rushed back to the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest.

With a swift motion, you twisted the doorknob, but to your dismay, it refused to budge. Locked. The realization sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through your veins, igniting a primal instinct to protect Natasha at all costs.

"Nat, open the door!" you called out, your voice tinged with desperation. But there was no response, just the sickening sound of her struggle echoing through the small space.

With a burst of adrenaline-fueled determination, you threw your weight against the door, the wood groaning in protest as it gave way beneath your force. For a moment, everything seemed to blur together in a haze of motion and sound, until finally, the door swung open with a resounding crash.

And there she was, hunched over the toilet once more, her body wracked with violent spasms as she forced herself to purge. Without hesitation, you rushed to her side, your hands reaching out to grasp hers and pull them away from their self-destructive task.

"Nat, please stop," you pleaded, your voice cracking with emotion. But this time, there was no resistance, no struggle against your touch. Instead, Natasha collapsed against you, her tears mingling with the cool touch of your skin.

With a sense of resolve, you refused to leave Natasha alone in the bathroom this time. Instead, you stayed by her side, offering silent support as she struggled with the demons that haunted her.

As the water continued to run, filling the tub with warm, comforting steam, you gently guided Natasha towards it. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes cast downwards, before finally sinking into the water with a heavy sigh.

You stood by the tub, your presence a silent reassurance as Natasha submerged herself beneath the surface, her shoulders tense with the weight of her burdens. With a soft exhale, you reached for the shampoo, pouring a small amount into your palm before lathering it into her hair with gentle, soothing strokes.

"I won't look," you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I promise."

Natasha remained silent, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the confines of the bathroom. But you could sense the tension in her body, the invisible barriers she had erected to keep you at arm's length.

Undeterred, you continued to wash her hair, your fingers working through the tangles with practiced precision. With each stroke, you hoped to chip away at the walls she had built around herself, to offer her a glimpse of the love and acceptance that lay waiting on the other side.

But despite your best efforts, Natasha remained distant, her silence a heavy weight in the air between you. It was as if she had retreated into herself, lost in the labyrinth of her own thoughts and fears.

With a heavy heart, you finished washing her hair, rinsing away the suds with gentle care. Then, reaching for the washcloth, you began to bathe her body, moving with slow, deliberate motions as you washed away the stains of the outside world.

Gently, you lifted Natasha from the bathtub, her body feeling almost weightless in your arms. The sight of her frail form, bones protruding beneath the thin veil of her skin, sent a shiver of concern down your spine. It was a stark reminder of the toll her eating disorder had taken on her body, a silent battle she fought day in and day out.

With tender care, you carried her back to the bed, laying her down with the utmost gentleness. You tucked the blankets around her, the soft fabric a comforting cocoon against the cold reality of her struggles.

As Natasha lay there, her eyes distant and unfocused, you made your way to the kitchen, your mind racing with thoughts of how to help her. You knew that she needed nourishment, both for her body and her soul, but convincing her to eat was a battle in itself.

With a determined resolve, you rummaged through the pantry, searching for something light and easy to stomach. Finally, you settled on a plate of sliced fruit, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the darkness that threatened to consume Natasha from within.

Returning to the bedroom, you found Natasha still lying there, her gaze fixed on some invisible point in the distance. Carefully, you placed the plate of fruit on the bedside table, hoping that the sight of it would stir something within her.

"Nat," you said softly, your voice a gentle reminder of your presence. "I brought you a snack. It's just some fruit. Would you like some?"

For a moment, there was no response, just the steady rise and fall of Natasha's chest as she breathed in and out. But then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she reached out a trembling hand, fingers curling around a slice of apple.

You held your breath, watching intently as Natasha brought the fruit to her lips, her movements hesitant and uncertain. But then, with a small nod of encouragement from you, she took a tentative bite, the sweetness of the apple filling the air between you.

A sense of relief washed over you as you watched Natasha eat, each bite a small victory in the battle against her eating disorder.

As Natasha slowly nibbled on the fruit, you settled beside her on the bed, the familiar weight of her body a comforting anchor in the storm of uncertainty. With a soft click of the remote, you turned on the television, the familiar theme song of F.R.I.E.N.D.S filling the room with its nostalgic melody.

You glanced over at Natasha, her gaze fixed on the screen, her lips curved ever so slightly in the beginnings of a smile. It was a small victory, a glimmer of light in the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With a tender smile of your own, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close against your side. The warmth of her body pressed against yours, the steady rhythm of her breath a soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night.

Together, you watched as the familiar antics of Ross, Rachel, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe unfolded on the screen before you. The laughter of the characters, the camaraderie of their friendships, served as a reminder of the bonds that held you and Natasha together, even in the darkest of times.

And as the episode came to an end, you turned to Natasha, the ghost of a smile still lingering on her lips. "Feeling a little better?" you asked softly, your voice a gentle caress against the silence of the room.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. But then, with a small nod of her head, she leaned into your embrace, her body relaxing against yours.

It was a small victory, a flicker of hope in the midst of despair. But for now, in this moment of quiet intimacy, it was enough. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way. As you snuggled into Natasha, the fragile contours of her body pressed against yours, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you. With each delicate curve of her form, you could feel the sharp edges of her bones, a painful reminder of the toll her eating disorder had taken on her.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you held her close, the weight of her fragility pressing down on you like a leaden weight. "Why, Nat?" you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of Natasha's unspoken pain hanging heavy in the air between you. But then, as your grip tightened around her, almost as if you were clinging to her for dear life, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I..." she began, her words faltering as if caught in the tangled web of her thoughts. But then, with a small shake of her head, she fell silent once more, the words hanging between you like an unspoken promise.

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As you thought Natasha had drifted off to sleep, you reached for your phone, the glow of the screen illuminating the dimly lit room. With a deep breath, you dialed the number for the hospital, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to make a decision that would change everything.

"Hello, this is Dr. Y/l/n," you began, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in the pit of your stomach. "I need to take the next month off."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of a hesitant voice. "Dr. Y/l/n, are you sure? We're short-staffed as it is, and your patients—"

"I'm sure," you interrupted, your tone firm and unwavering. "I've already made up my mind."

The person on the other end of the line hesitated, clearly taken aback by your sudden decision. "But Dr. Y/l/n you're one of our top surgeons. We can't afford to lose you—"

"I understand that," you replied, your voice tinged with frustration. "But right now, I need to take care of someone who needs me more than anyone else."

There was a moment of silence as the gravity of your words hung heavy in the air between you. And then, with a resigned sigh, the person on the other end of the line relented, agreeing to grant you the time off on the condition that you'd go unpaid for the month.

As you ended the call, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. You knew that taking time off from the hospital was a risk, but in that moment, the only thing that mattered was being there for Natasha when she needed you most.

But as you turned to check on her, you realized that she had been awake the whole time, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Natasha's voice cut through the silence of the room, her words heavy with emotion. "Why did you do that?" she asked, her eyes searching yours for answers.

You met her gaze, the weight of her question hanging heavy in the air between you. Taking a deep breath, you reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, your fingers lingering against her cheek.

"Because you needed me," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because I love you, Natasha, and I would do anything for you."

Tears welled in Natasha's eyes as she listened to your words, her expression a mix of gratitude and disbelief. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. "For everything."

As Natasha's words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft hum of the room's ventilation system. You could see the turmoil swirling behind her eyes, the weight of her burdens threatening to crush her beneath their weight.

"Why did you do that, Natasha?" you asked gently, your voice laced with concern. "Why do you hurt yourself like this?"

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her gaze drifting away from yours as she searched for the words to explain the unexplainable. "It's… it's complicated," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Try me," you urged, your tone soft and understanding. "I want to understand, Natasha. I want to help you."

With a heavy sigh, Natasha began to speak, her words halting and uncertain at first, but gaining strength with each passing moment. "It's not just me," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's… it's the comments, the stares, the whispers behind my back."

Your heart ached as you listened to her words, the pain and anguish etched into every syllable. You knew all too well the harsh realities of the world Natasha inhabited, the constant scrutiny and judgment that followed her wherever she went.

"It's like… like I'm never good enough," Natasha continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I achieve, it's never enough. And the news, they… they only make it worse."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you watched Natasha unravel before you, the weight of her suffering a burden too heavy for her to bear alone. In that moment, you felt a surge of anger rise up within you, a burning indignation at the injustices Natasha had endured.

"And..." She trailed off

"And?" You pulled her into your arms, holding her close as if to show that you were there for her. You could feel the ache in her voice, the raw vulnerability laid bare before you.

"I just... You," Natasha began, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "You used to look at me with such... such longing. You'd initiate everything, your touch, your kisses... But lately, it's like you don't even see me anymore."

Your heart clenched at her words, unsure of what to do or say.

"I thought... I thought maybe it was because of how I looked," Natasha continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought if I worked out more, if I stopped eating, if I... if I purged, maybe you'd find me attractive again."

Your breath caught in your throat at her confession, the pain of her self-inflicted suffering tearing at your heartstrings. How could she think such a thing? How could she believe that her worth was tied to her appearance?

But you remained silent, allowing Natasha to speak, to purge the demons that haunted her soul. For in that moment, you realized that the only way to help her heal was to listen, to truly listen, without judgment or condemnation.

"I just wanted to be enough for you," Natasha whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "But I was so wrong, wasn't I? I was so wrong."

And as she buried her face in her hands, her words seemed to sink in, making you feel like the ground beneath you is crumbling away, leaving you adrift in a sea of guilt and self-loathing.

Your hands trembled as you pushed yourself away from Natasha, the weight of her words crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You stumbled backward, your eyes wide with shock as you realized the role you had played in her pain.

"Oh my god," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of your own ragged breaths. " I did that"

Natasha's eyes widened in concern as she watched you retreat, her voice tinged with fear. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

But you couldn't answer, couldn't bring yourself to face her, not when the guilt threatened to suffocate you. You hated yourself in that moment, hated the way you had let work consume you, the way you had neglected the person you loved most in the world.

And then it hit you, a wave of overwhelming emotion crashing over you like a tsunami. You sank to the floor, your body racked with sobs as the weight of your own self-loathing bore down on you like a heavy burden.

Natasha's voice was a distant echo in the darkness, her words lost amidst the chaos of your own thoughts. But you could feel her presence beside you, her hand reaching out to touch your shoulder in a silent gesture of comfort and support.

But you couldn't bear it, couldn't bear the thought of her touching you, not when you were the reason she was in pain. So you pushed her away, stumbling to your feet and retreating further into the shadows.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, your voice barely audible above the storm of your own despair. "I'm so sorry, Natasha. I didn't mean to… I didn't know…"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the words tumbled from your lips in a frantic mantra, each repetition a desperate plea for forgiveness. But the only one you blamed was yourself, your own self-loathing swallowing you whole.

Natasha's voice was a distant echo in the chaos of your mind, her words lost in the tumult of your own despair. But you could feel her presence beside you, a steady anchor in the storm.

But even as she reached out to comfort you, you recoiled from her touch, the weight of your guilt too heavy to bear. You felt betrayed by yourself, , the person who had allowed this to happen.

"I'm sorry," you choked out once more, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Natasha. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to…"

But the words fell flat, empty and hollow in the face of your own self-condemnation. And as you sank further into the darkness, the weight of your own despair threatening to consume you, you knew that there was no escape from the demons that haunted you.

"Y/n, listen to me," Natasha's voice was firm, cutting through the haze of panic that clouded your mind. "You need to breathe. Deep breaths, okay?"

You nodded, your chest heaving as you struggled to regain control of your racing heart.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging within you. "Inhale... and exhale. You're okay, I've got you."

You focused on her words, on the steady rhythm of her breathing, allowing them to anchor you in the present moment.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/n," Natasha continued, her grip on your hand reassuringly firm. "I'm right here with you, and I'm not letting you go."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you clung to her, the weight of your own self-loathing threatening to crush you beneath its suffocating embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Natasha," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I didn't-"

Natasha silenced you with a gentle finger against your lips, her eyes soft with understanding. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured.

With trembling hands, you grasped Natasha's palms in yours, feeling the warmth of her touch seeping into your skin like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Without a word, you pulled her into a tight embrace, needing to feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your chest.

"I love you, Tasha," you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. "I love you more than anything in this world."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pressed kisses against her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, each touch a silent testament to the depth of your love for her.

"I'm sorry for everything," you murmured between kisses, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for making you feel unloved, for neglecting you when you needed me most. I promise, I'll do better. I'll be better for you, for us."

Natasha's arms tightened around you, her own tears mingling with yours as she buried her face against your chest. "I love you too, Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "And I forgive you. We'll get through this together, I promise."

---

Over the next few days, you devoted yourself wholeheartedly to supporting Natasha, determined to make amends for your past neglect. You woke up early to prepare nutritious meals for her, ensuring that she had the sustenance she needed to fuel her body and soul.

You gently guided her through each day, offering words of encouragement and reassurance whenever she needed them. You deleted all the news apps from her phone, shielding her from the harsh judgments and scrutiny of the outside world.

And when you learned of the agents who had dared to badmouth Natasha, you wasted no time in tracking them down and giving them a piece of your mind. With a fiery determination burning in your eyes, you confronted them head-on, refusing to let them tarnish Natasha's reputation any further.

"You have no idea what she's been through," you spat, your voice laced with righteous anger. "She's one of the strongest, most resilient people I know, and she deserves nothing but respect."

The agents cowered before you, their faces pale with guilt and shame. And as you walked away, leaving them to ponder the consequences of their actions, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you.

Every time you sensed Natasha spiraling, you were there, a steady anchor in her stormy sea. You showered her with kisses, peppering her face with affectionate gestures, a silent reminder of the love that enveloped her. Your touch was a constant presence, your fingers entwined with hers or softly tracing patterns on her skin, a tangible reassurance that you were there for her, always.

You made sure she had everything she needed, anticipating her wants before she even voiced them. Whether it was a warm meal or a comforting hug, you were always one step ahead, ready to offer her solace in her moments of need.

But even as you tended to her, Natasha noticed the turmoil brewing beneath your surface. Despite your smiles and jokes, she saw the shadows lurking in your eyes, the weight of your own struggles weighing heavily on your shoulders. And though you tried to hide it, she knew that your sleepless nights were spent wrestling with demons of your own.

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As the time came for you to return to work after a month of devoted care for Natasha, a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. The thought of leaving her alone, vulnerable to the demons that had haunted her in the past, filled you with a gnawing anxiety.

You found yourself making up excuses, delaying your departure in a futile attempt to hold onto the precious moments you had shared together. But Natasha saw through your facade, her eyes searching yours for the truth that you were desperate to hide.

"Y/n, what's going on?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm. "You've been acting strange lately, avoiding going back to work, making excuses to stay. Is something wrong?"

Your heart constricted at the concern in her voice, the weight of your own fears threatening to suffocate you. But you couldn't bring yourself to voice the truth, to admit to the depths of your own insecurities.

"I… I just don't want to leave you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm afraid that if I go back to work, things will go back to how they were before. I'm afraid of losing you Tasha."

Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, the vulnerability of your confession laying bare the depths of your fear. But Natasha's response was immediate, her arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, her warmth a comforting balm against the storm raging within you.

"Y/n, listen to me," she said, her voice steady and unwavering. "I'm not going anywhere. We've been through hell and back together, and I'm not about to let anything tear us apart."

With a heavy heart and a sense of resolve, you made the difficult decision to resign from your position, knowing that your place was by Natasha's side. As you prepared to leave, a fierce determination burned within you to make the most of the time you had left together.

With a hunger born of love and longing, you pulled Natasha into your arms, your lips seeking hers in a passionate kiss.

An so as you hold Natasha close, your heart overflowing with love and devotion, you feel the need to express the depths of your feelings to her.

"Nat," you begin, your voice soft and tender, "I need you to understand something. I love you more than words can express, more than I ever thought possible."

You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, savoring the warmth of her skin against your lips before continuing.

"I love you for who you are, not for your past or your appearance. Every part of you, every scar, every imperfection, it's all part of what makes you so incredibly beautiful to me."

Your fingers trace the contours of her face, your touch reverent and adoring.

"And I want you to know that my love for you will never waver. No matter what challenges we face, no matter what obstacles come our way, I will always be by your side, loving you with every beat of my heart."

Tears shimmer in Natasha's eyes as she listens to your words, her own heart swelling with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/n," she whispers, her voice choked with tears. "More than you'll ever know."

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[yuujispinkhair]

Cold Case, Hot Detective

When the police declare the mysterious disappearance of your husband a cold case, you hire a private detective to discover the truth. Shiu Kong says he is the best man for this job, and admittedly, he is not just excellent at investigating cold cases but also at heating things up when his discoveries lead to you looking for comfort in his arms.

Pairing: Shiu Kong x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+ smut, fingering, praise, mentions of masturbation, smoking, sharing a cigarette. A bit of forbidden romance trope, reader develops a crush on Shiu during the investigation but only acts on it after discovering her husband left her. All characters are of age. This story is 18+ Minors don't interact.

You stop in front of the small private detective agency, eyeing it warily. It looks exactly like you imagined a place like this to look like. As if you are in some film noir. A small office on a shady side street crammed between a takeout shop and a dry cleaner's. But the small room you step into a moment later is surprisingly clean and tidy. Just like the man greeting you with a raised eyebrow.

Shiu Kong was recommended to you by a close friend. Apparently, he is the best at finding lost things and people. He sits behind his polished desk, a neatly stacked pile of case files in front of him, looking much more handsome and posh than you imagined a man in his line of work to be.

He is wearing an immaculate-looking black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie. His short hair is styled in an attractive modern way. If you had to guess his age, you would say he is in his late thirties. A pair of intelligent-looking, narrowed dark eyes meet yours across the room. His lips are wrapped around a half-smoked cigarette, explaining the smell of smoke you could already sense before entering his small office. In here, your nose also picks up another scent. An expensive, fresh, and masculine smell, probably his aftershave. Sexy.

You smile politely at him, introducing yourself and explaining your concern shortly. You tell him about your husband, who disappeared without a trace six months ago. About the police telling you they found no new leads and would stop investigating. Declaring the disappearance a cold case and telling you with a pitiful look that sometimes people just leave and don't want to be found.

Mr. Kong watches you interestedly, taking a slow drag from his cigarette as you finish your story. He blows out the smoke and straightens up in his chair, looking amused when he says,

"Ah, I see. You want me to do the police's job."

You feel your face heat up and quickly scramble to explain that no, of course, you trust the police to do their job right... It's just that... But he interrupts you politely,

"Please, don't worry. It is my job to do things like these. No shame about it at all. The police tends to drop cases like these too easily. However, I have certain connections that allow me a better assessment of the situation. So, let me summarize it. Basically, we have a typical case of "Honey, I'm getting some cigarettes," only for the husband to never be seen again. Is that correct?"

His gaze is intense, brown eyes with gray flecks, looking at you as if he is trying to read your mind. A detective's gaze. You avert your eyes, feeling shame flood your veins once again. It's embarrassing to admit it out loud. But he is right. Your husband just left one day and never came back. No signs of a crime, no indication that something happened to him.

You nod as you watch his long elegant fingers tap his cigarette on the glass ashtray standing on his desk,

"Yes, that is correct."

"Then you came to the right man. I am experienced, thorough, and discreet. If someone can find your missing husband, it is me."

He smiles reassuringly at you and points at the wall behind him that is lined with thank you letters from former clients. You nod and smile gratefully at him.

You leave his office half an hour later with a copy of a signed contract in your pocket and a good feeling in your gut. Yes, Shiu Kong seems like the best man for this job. Experienced and professional.

And, as a small voice in your head whispers to you, it also doesn't hurt that he is incredibly charming and sexy. A true gentleman. A private detective that could have stepped out of a noir romance novel. Tall, dark, and handsome.

You are back in his office two days later, delivering the additional documents he requested. He smokes his obligatory cigarette, going through the case file with you and explaining which steps he plans to take.

You nod gratefully at him,

"Thank you so much, Mr. Kong."

A smile plays around his lips,

"Please call me Shiu."

Your pulse flutters at that, but it gets even worse when his narrow warm brown eyes look at you inquiringly,

"Let me ask you something: Why do you want to find your husband? Is it out of love? Or is it because you need him to provide for you? Or is it for revenge?"

It catches you by surprise, and you squirm in your seat,

"Um...is this relevant to the case?"

He laughs, low and soft, his eyes glittering amusedly as he shakes his head,

"No, I am just curious. It comes with the job. I am constantly confronted with people's dark side and their deepest secrets. That makes you develop a certain curiosity, I guess. You don't have to answer."

But before you can think twice, you find yourself confessing everything to him, all the things that were obvious to everyone around you but no one ever dared say out loud, not even you. You don't know what it is about this man that makes you spill all your darkest secrets, all the things you are ashamed of.

"It's a marriage of convenience. I was young and needed the money, and he liked having a young wife he could parade around and who depends on him."

You cringe at those words, sounding like the biggest cliche. But Shiu just chuckles good-naturedly,

"Please, don't be ashamed. It makes perfect sense. A lot of marriages exist for that reason."

He winks at you, making your heart skip a beat at how attractive he looks. He leans closer, looking deeply into your eyes when he continues,

"I already suspected something along those lines. A guy like him could never pull a woman like you otherwise."

You feel your heart flutter at his words. At the apparent flirty nature of his comment and the way his gaze trails slowly over your body. You know you should be offended. You know you should get up and leave. You should tell him his behavior isn't very professional.

But you don't. Instead, you can't help but feel flattered at his comment.

When you leave an hour later, he accompanies you to the door with a hand on the small of your back, gently steering you toward the exit. You can smell the cigarette smoke on his clothes and his sexy aftershave. You even imagine you can feel his body heat when he is standing so close to you, his body just shy of pressing against yours.

You lift your head to look up at his handsome face, noticing how tall he is and how incredibly attractive he looks in his fine suit and the confident little smirk on his face.

He opens the door for you like a true gentleman, telling you to get home safely.

Shiu keeps you updated about his investigations at all times.

He calls you in the evening when you are already in bed, apologizing for the late call, making you feel strangely flustered because you are only wearing a flimsy lacy nightdress, and his low voice sounds almost seductive over the phone. It makes you picture sitting on his lap while he trails kisses over the low neckline of your nightdress, the stubble of his thin mustache scratching lightly over your sensitive skin.

You feel guilty for the sound of his name falling from your lips when you come undone on your fingers a while later, hiding your burning face in your pillows.

You should get him out of your mind. You really should. But it's hard when he is so charming and caring. When he is the first person in over six months who really takes you seriously and is willing to help you.

You meet him in a fancy restaurant for lunch, where he shows you pictures of a surveillance camera of a casino, clearly showing your husband. Shiu tells you about his contacts in dubious places. Tells you about illegal gambling, the Yakuza, and big money. When your eyes widen in worry, his hand lands on yours, his thumb caressing your wrist soothingly.

He insists on driving you home, making your pulse flutter nervously because he looks so sexy next to you, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting casually on the open window, a cigarette between his fingers.

You can't remember the last time someone gave you butterflies just from driving in a car with them. You don't know why this man makes you feel like a teenager on your first date.

But when he turns his head to look at you and offers you a small smile, you can't deny how attracted you are to him. How much you want him, even if it is wrong.

He parks his car in front of your apartment and walks over to the passenger side to hold the door open for you and offer you a strong arm. Does he know that he makes your knees go weak with this? Does he know his charming smile and politeness make you feel light-headed?

You don't know what's gotten into you when you step closer to press your body against his side and kiss his cheek, muttering a thank you before you quickly walk to the entrance of your apartment complex, practically fleeing the scene with your heels clacking loudly on the pavement and not daring to look back.

You lie awake in bed for hours that night, haunted by a sexy grin and the smell of cigarette smoke.

Unbidden, the same thoughts repeat in your head over and over again: What if Shiu finds your husband? What then? Do you even want him to come back? Wouldn't it be better if he just stayed missing?

A week later, you find yourself once again in Shiu's private detective agency, wringing your hands in your lap as you listen to him explain gently how your husband won a lot of money in one of his illegal gambling events, how he booked two plane tickets afterward, leaving the country with a young woman on his arm, with no intention of returning.

You feel nauseous. Part of you wished your husband wouldn't come back, but you can't help but feel crushed anyway. Hurt, anger, and worry wash over you.

Hurt that your husband just replaced you. That you weren't enough. Maybe not young enough anymore? Not attractive enough? Anger that he just left without a single word. Why didn't he just file for divorce if he didn't want you anymore? Worry how you will fare now. You are dependent on your husband's money. What will happen to you now? You need to get a divorce to make sure you get alimony. But the thought of everything you must do for this overwhelms you. You feel tears gather in your eyes.

Shiu stops in the middle of his report, grayish-brown eyes watching you worriedly. His voice is gentle when he asks,

"Are you ok?"

Your lips tremble, and you shake your head, unable to form any words. The first tears run down your cheeks. You can see Shiu's handsome face soften as he looks at you.

He reaches across the desk to cup your cheek and gently wipes your tears away. His hand is soft and warm, feeling so comforting on your skin. It's a touch so gentle that you instinctively lean into it, so starved for affection. It has been years since someone touched you like this.

Shiu looks deeply into your eyes, watching you closely, his voice soft like a caress,

"Please don't be sad, sweetheart. That man didn't deserve you."

More tears well up in your eyes, not even because of your husband's betrayal but because Shiu is so nice to you. And a moment later, you are out of your chair and practically fling yourself at Shiu. He catches you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

He smells so good when you bury your face in his shoulder and cry into his suit jacket. His arms feel so comforting around your body, holding you securely and gently, one hand slowly caressing your back. His low voice is gentle and soothing when he murmurs,

"Please don't cry, sweetheart. Tell me what I can do for you. Tell me what I can do to make it better."

Your voice doesn't sound like your own when you say,

"Just make it go away, please. Make me feel good, please. I just... I just want to be held and feel...feel loved."

You cringe at how dumb you sound. So naive. So pathetic. Begging this guy, your business partner, for affection or sex, or whatever it is you want.

But Shiu doesn't laugh. He doesn't mock you or turn you down. Instead, his hand that was rubbing soothing circles on your back is suddenly on your thigh, warm fingers sprawling over your skin.

The touch of his skin on yours is like an electric jolt, buzzing through your body, making your pulse race and your head spin. Rekindling a fire in you that you never thought you would feel again. It has been years since someone's touch did this to you. And you know you need more of it. You need more of this sexy man who was so nice to you all those weeks.

You press yourself against him, your right hand coming up to run up his neck and into his hair, lips breathing a soft "more" against the side of his neck.

Shiu's warm hand caresses your inner thigh, slowly moving higher. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you open your legs for him, showing him this is what you want.

"Shiu..."

"Yes, let me take care of you, darling."

His voice sounds husky as his warm fingers slip under your skirt. You whine when those fingers reach your panties and brush over them, making your pussy twitch with a need you haven't felt in years. Shiu's thumb finds your clit and teases it lovingly, rubbing it slowy through the thin fabric, making your legs open sluttily as a shaky moan falls from your lips.

You bury your burning face in his suit jacket, inhaling his sexy scent, cigarette smoke, and expensive aftershave, clinging desperately to him. And he keeps massaging your swollen clit through your now wet panties, sending you higher and higher, head spinning and heart racing.

"You like that, sweetheart?"

You are putty in his hands, nodding wildly and sobbing an embarrassed,

"Y...yes...Shiu."

Your hips buck uncontrollably, and you push against his hand almost desperately, rubbing yourself against his thumb, craving his touch, needy for more, jerking when his thumb prods your little sensitive bud so good that your whole body feels on fire.

His voice is gentle, laced with desire when he says,

"Look at me. Let me see your pretty face. Please don't hide from me. I want to see how you like what I'm doing to you."

Something about his tone, the mix of gentleness and dominance, makes your toes curl, and you do as he says, lifting your face off his shoulder and looking straight at him.

Letting him see your face, letting him see the need in your eyes, letting him see the obscene way your mouth opens as a loud moan falls from your lips when he rubs more slow circles around your clit, filling the small office room with the wet sound of your arousal.

It sounds naughty. It feels forbidden what the two of you are doing. But it's the hottest thing you have ever experienced. Sitting on this sexy man's lap in his office, with his hand under your skirt, his fingers caressing you through your panties, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

And suddenly, you find yourself being bold, letting go of your former shame. You reach down to grab the silky fabric of your panties and pull them to the side, exposing yourself to Shiu, whining his name when he grins at you and gently flicks his thumb over your clit again, this time skin on skin, spreading your cream over your puffy needy bud, massaging it thoroughly. You buck against his thumb as if you are in heat, nails digging into his back as you chase after what you know will be a mind-blowing orgasm.

All thoughts of your husband's betrayal have left your mind when Shiu pampers your pussy like that, so loving, so good, taking care of you in a way you have never known in your marriage.

His middle finger teases your creamy hole, slipping in and out slowly, just the fingertip, until you mewl loudly and push onto his finger needily, begging him for more.

And he gives it to you. Warm gray-brown eyes watch you intently as he pushes his finger deep into your wet heat, making you gasp loudly and spread your legs even wider. You ride his finger unashamedly, moaning shakily when Shiu rubs against that sweet spot inside you.

A second finger joins the first one, making you cry out in pleasure. Your eyes close as you give yourself completely to him, letting his strong arms hold you while he fucks you with his middle finger and ring finger, and his thumb caresses your clit.

Your needy moans and the wet sounds of your pussy getting fucked fill the small office, and Shiu's lips trail soft kisses over the side of your neck, murmuring against your skin in that sexy low voice,

"Hmm, yes, like that, sweet thing. Let go, baby. Just let go and cum all over me."

It's his words that make you tumble over the edge, crying out shakily as your orgasm washes over you, strong and deep, your cunt clenching around Shiu's fingers, your juices flowing down his long fingers and his wrist.

He fucks you through it, his fingers gently massaging the spot inside you that makes you see stars, rubbing every last wave of orgasm out of you while whispering sexy encouragements to you,

"Yes, you're such a good girl. Cumming so sweetly for me. Yeah, my sweet thing, just like that."

You collapse bonelessly against him, sobbing and whining from the overwhelming feeling of cumming so hard. And Shiu slowly lets his fingers slip out of you, but his thumb stays pressed against your swollen clit, massaging it tenderly, making your body twitch from the overstimulation.

It's you who grabs his handsome face with both hands and pulls him into a passionate kiss, licking hungrily into his mouth, tasting whiskey and cigarettes and chewing gum on his tongue, moaning into his mouth while he keeps playing with your sensitive clit, and your pussy pulses hotly with the aftershocks of the orgasm he gifted to you.

He kisses you like you haven't been kissed in years, tongue flicking tenderly against yours, deep and slow, his lips moving firmly but gently against yours, making your head spin and your heart race. His thumb rubs a few times more over your clit before he lets go and pulls your panties neatly into place again.

His lips remain close enough to brush against yours when he whispers huskily,

"See, you don't need your loser of a husband. I can take very good care of you, too, darling."

"You have already taken better care of me today than he has in all those years of our marriage."

Shiu raises an eyebrow, a handsome smirk lighting up his face,

"Oh, is that so? Well, in that case, you'll be surprised what else I can do for you. Will you give me a chance to show you?"

His gray-brown eyes observe you carefully. You smile and nod, filled with joy that he wants to see you again, that he wants more than just a short fling.

"Of course. I would love for you to show me everything you can do for me."

Shiu laughs softly and lets go of your thigh to reach behind you and grab his cigarette pack from his desk. He brings one cigarette to his lips, lighting it while he looks at you,

"So my new case will be to mend your broken heart and take proper care of you. It's a pro bono case, of course."

He exhales the cigarette smoke slowly into your face, never averting his gaze as he watches you through the smoke with a grin on his handsome face. Does he know how fast your heart is beating when you imagine what your life with him will be like?

A smile spreads over your face as you reach out and steal the cigarette from his mouth and slowly bring it to your lips. You take a long drag, grinning when you return the favor and blow the smoke into Shiu's face.

"You are hired, Detective Kong."

AAAHHHH I REALLY WROTE SOMETHING FOR HIM!!!

When I read that Shiu used to be a detective, I immediately pictured him as one of those cool private investigators, and yeah, I HAD to write him in that role. Thank you so much to @blueparadis for encouraging me to write this! I had a lot of fun, and I am happy to contribute to the love for this man!

I listened to Taylor Swift's "Reputation" album on repeat while writing this story, and I think the vibe and the lyrics of those songs fit Shiu and this story very well. My heart was definitely beating faster :)

I hope you enjoyed this sexy little story! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[mynameis-noe-body]

Can you do a marquis one shot where the reader works as a tailor/assistant/spy for the marquis but they’re also really innocent/upbeat . As he gets to know the reader, he finds himself going from confused that they’re so cheery to loving them as they are to corruption kink?

Thank you for your patient, anon. 🖤 I hope you'll love this.

This add to a second request I recieved.

➡️ Also cause I saw you mentioned a corruption kink, one with the marquis de framing would be fantastic 🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

I didn't quite understand, but here is corruption kink fo you. I hope you'll love this as well.

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

“Oh, Marquis De Gramont — what a pleasure to have you here!” you exclaimed, seeing him enter your shop. You walked towards him, holding the door open and showing him your best smile. “I just got an absolutely cheeky outfit that you will love, exactly your size.”

Vincent smiled. By now he had gotten into the habit of frequenting your shop at least once a week. He didn't lack money, nor time; he loved spending a few hours on a Saturday afternoon exploring the embellished and sumptuous dresses in your shop. And most of all, he loved spending time with you.

So joyful, friendly, sweet — a little macaron. Such a lovely pastry. You were an extraordinary creature, in his eyes. He, who had seen so much death, who had held so much power—he looked at you and found such innocence in your gaze. It was a part of you that was impossible not to love.

He cleared his throat, with a wave of his hand he ordered his second to leave the shop, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone. That was his moment of pleasure.

The first time he entered your shop, fascinated by the silk garments and elegant suits, the shiny patent leather shoes and the cashmere coats, Vincent believed that he would find the usual snooty shopkeeper who would try to raise the prices by realizing his status. But no, you were there. So excited to be able to show off your best suits and dress him up like a fucking prince. Vincent had to call two of his men and a second car to be able to load everything he had purchased and take it home. You had shaken his hand, you had thanked him, you had given him a discount (even!) and you had suggested that he come back soon; you would have been happy to have such a passionate customer in your shop. Vincent might have believed it was a matter of money... but upon returning, noticing the way your gaze lit up when it met his, he changed his mind. You had fun with him. You loved your job. You were excited, happy… innocent. So pure. A sweet, little pastry, in fact.

Once, arranging the collar of his shirt while he was looking at himself in the mirror, you had asked him with a certain veiled embarrassment: “Monsieur De Gramont, forgive my impudence, but I really want to ask. What is your occupation?”

He had laughed. “Are you asking me about my job?” You had blushed, you had apologized stepping back but he had turned around, taking your hand before you could move away. "No need to be embarrassed, cheri. I find your curiosity quite... charming." Your cheeks were colored the sweetest red. He had lifted your hand to his lips, leaving the ghost of a kiss on your fingers. "I am a businessman. Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont, at your service."

He had been absolutely lovely. And he, from that moment on, had wanted in the most perverse, craziest, most intense way, to ruin you completely.

Vincent had noticed the way you watched him, so constantly attentive to every curve of his body, the way his muscles filled your clothes, stretching the fabric, wrapping it in the most attractive way. Your intoxicating gaze devoured him, and he was dying to have your hands on him, your desperate eyes, your mouth praying for his benevolence. So submissive, and desperate. Corrupted by your own will, by the desire and pleasure that only he could have brought you.

That day, without exception, you stood behind him while he looked at himself in the mirror and admired himself. But soon, his blue eyes met yours in the reflection. He smiled.

“What do you think, my dear?”

You nodded, your face bright. “That shade of red is definitely your color.”

His eyebrow rose in mock surprise. He caressed the fabric of the jacket with his fingertips, but secretly watched the way your gaze only followed his touch. Bewitching, indeed.

“I like the jacket. I love it. This scarlet is... fiery. Don't you think?” Your eyes flickered up again, and you nodded without adding anything, attempting a shy smile. "And the pants? Do I wear them well?" It was impossible not to notice the way you blushed and swallowed slowly. He bit back a satisfied grin. With his hands on the belt, he gripped it, lifting it a little. “Look at me.”

He nodded. “Maybe I should sit down, and try to feel them.”

And you looked at him. He had them so tight — you could see everything. All of it. You had to fight against your instincts and force yourself to seek his eyes again. You smiled. “I think they are perfect, monsieur.”

Vincent sat gracefully in the armchair next to him, and sighed. There was nothing innocent about his smile. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, he spread his legs. His right hand, on his thigh, went up his leg, stopped right there, so close to his —

“Sweetheart” he interrupted you, laughing loudly. You turned your eyes, deeply embarrassed and red in the face, but he seemed almost happy with your obvious reaction. “Oh, don't get all shy now, my dear.” He made himself more comfortable in the armchair, spreading his legs in an almost vulgar, cheeky way. God, he loved that game. “Come on, look at me. I know you like it. I see you — the way you look at me — and I bet you're not as fragile and innocent as you want me to think, are you?”

Now you looked at him, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes large, wide and full of bewilderment, your cheeks scarlet, your voice trembling as you stammered an apology.

He shook his head, and his face darkened. “No. I will not accept your apology” he hissed. He raised his finger and motioned for you to come closer. “Come here, little dove.”

He wanted you to stand between his open legs, and immediately his left hand grabbed your hip, while with his right he was already unbuttoning his trousers. He licked his lips like a lion at his delicious meal, hungry, ravenous. “Keep looking at me, don't look away, I know you like it” he said.

And look at you, completely disarmed, dominated by that crazy and irrational desire that he wasn't offering to satisfy, on the contrary, it was fomenting your obsession. He was a fascinating man. And a very passionate one, from what you could see. Without any shame he pulled his hard length out of his trousers, stroking himself slowly, showing you all his virility, his silky skin, his intense hardness. He was perfect.

“And I thought you were so pure, innocent” he whispered, with a certain satisfaction. "But now I see how wrong I was, you little pervert. You like watching me, don't you? Ma petite voyeur."

But his hand suddenly slipped between your legs, he lifted your skirt without shame, found your panties already so wet for him and smiled — he smiled, the bastard.

“I — oh, Marquis, I'm mortified. I didn't mean to —”

“Don't you dare apologize again. I want to hear other sounds from your mouth.”

And his fingertips pressed against the little knot of nerves, right there, causing a vibration of pleasure throughout your body. If you were honest, that exposure and embarrassment only inflated your excitement.

“You're already shaking for me.” His voice was deep, controlled. “Tell me anything you want. I want to hear you pray. I know you can. Tell me, and I will satisfy your every curiosity.”

You breathed, your sigh became labored, panting. “Please, Marquis, I...”

He laughed. His hand continued to touch his member, so hard, up and down, and you could do nothing but watch as your intimacy became wet and your hunger grew without rest. "You what, my dear? Do you want me? Is that it? Do you want my hand, my mouth?"

You nodded.

“No — no, love. Tell me.”

You swallowed, searching for a small voice in your chest. "I want you."

“What do you want?”

"All of you!" his fingers moved the panties, you finally felt his touch on you. And, hungrily, they sought the little wet hole between your soft lips. You could hear the sticky sound of your arousal on his fingers.

“Again, tell me more.”

“Your fingers, they're so — oh, oh please. Inside!”

He licked his lips. “What a good girl. You know your manners. But I don't want you so innocent darling, we know how dirty you really are, don't we?”

You shook your head, but you couldn't deny the truth to yourself.

“Tell me you're mine, tell me how much you want me.”

On the verge of tears, humiliated and excited, you nodded. “I'm yours, all yours. I — I want you so bad.”

His fingers slipped inside you, sweet and intense, touching all those perfect spots that made you moan all your pleasure. And you closed your eyes, for a moment. He stopped.

“Nu-uh, eyes on me. You like to watch. Tell me you like it.”

Yes, yes. “I love it. You are...”

“What? Don't be afraid. I want to hear everything.”

“Perfect. Your body, your...”

Oh, you were still so embarrassed. No, he wanted more. Vincent stood up suddenly, mistreated you hard, pushing you onto the chair. So, still dressed, he knelt over you, tickling your pussy lips with the head of his hard cock. You were dying of pleasure, and you looked at him excited and scared at the same time.

“I know you want it — say it. Tell me you're my little slut, tell me you want my hard cock inside you. Say it!”

And you cried, pleading. “I'm everything you want! Your whore, your tight cunt, your little slut — just give it to me, fuck me hard, now!”

And Vincent finally obeyed.

He fucked you, hard and deep, with an unprecedented ardor, grabbing your hair, your neck, biting your lips, spitting on your tongue.

“More, use me!” you begged. "Yours, only yours! I love it! Fuck my cunt — my ass. Yes, spit on my tongue, and fuck me like you mean it!”

“Dirty, dirty girl” he growled. His fingers dug into your thighs. "I knew you were a slut underneath, all mine. My little voyeur, my bad, dirty girl. That's it, take it, take it all!”

The contractions of your orgasm milked his cock, every drop of his come inside you. And you panted his name, and every dirty thing, now corrupted by that pleasure and prey to a will stronger than you. Your every word was honey. He came inside you, on top of you, making you dirty inside and out.

And looking at you like this, ruined for him, Vincent understood that you were no longer the innocent, sweet girl he thought he had met the first time.

[skrrts]

Home Is ✧ seonghwa version (oneshot)

✧ gn!reader x park seonghwa ✧ genre: non-idol, slice of life, fluff, romance ✧ word count: 1,4k

You have found the love of your life, and now the two of you are ready for the next step in your relationship: moving together. Neither of you can wait to finally be able to spend every day together but it's out of the question ... the whole progress looks a lot more casual and aesthetical on social media than it actually is. Chaos. Why are there so many cups and should you go for the aesthetical or the useful setup2? But wait a moment... did you see seonghwa's most beloved animal crossing lego figures? there is no way you continue unboxing until it's found.

a/n: #1 of my friday oneshot series for September ft. the hyung line. i meant to do them in order but after watching hwa's live stream, i changed my plans. just something short and chaotic for the start of the weekend. also, for some reason, this might be part of the animal crossing proposal universe... they just fit so well together.

Did you always own so many plates? You couldn't stop wondering when you went through three boxes of plates, cups, and other smaller kitchen items. Seonghwa and you both previously lived in very tiny apartments and on all the days you spent at your boyfriend's place, it just never felt like it just was as much. You carefully turned the cups around that very likely were gifts from Hongjoong because they had handpainted little doddles on them.

There was a wild mixture of elegant pieces and a few very silly ones from Animal Crossing to Star Wars you carefully took out of the cardboard box with his name on it. Now, you couldn't part with those, could you? A small sigh followed as you started to make two pills, a keep and one you'd likely donate. Nobody needed that many.

It still felt like a fever dream to realize it really happened, Seonghwa and you made the step of moving together. Now that you finally graduated and picked up a job, it was the logical decision and you managed to find the perfect apartment, it was still small but cozy with a tiny balcony just big enough to put a table and two chairs out. There was a giant old oak tree outside, offering some privacy.

Seonghwa's small noise made you look up. He was about to unbox his selection of Lego figures after you two spent all morning putting together a new shelf dedicated only to them. You placed the cups aside and walked over, finding him going through a box in semi-panic, long hair falling out of his little ponytail.

"I can't find it!" A name was added but you had given up trying to remember all of the little Animal Crossing figures, there just were too many. Your boyfriend looked up, blinking.

"Is one of them missing?" Seonghwa nodded as he went through the other box again: "It's the bunny! The one I used for the special surprise for you! I know I put it in one of the boxes, I was so sure it was with the garden set!"

You rubbed a hand over your cheek before moving over: "Let me help you." After all, there was no way it was gone, so maybe it just slipped into the wrong box. The truth was that just maybe, you were a little distracting when Seonghwa tried to pack but it had been difficult not to, your excitement just had been so high on that day. You might be guilty there.

"Are you sure you put into the bubble wraps? Maybe it stayed in one of the sets," you offered as you checked the ones he already emptied to see if maybe, it got stuck in the additional paper to protect them from being thrown around in the box.

Seonghwa frowned, trying to remember when he really had it for the last time. "I was sure I did put it in here but ... now I am not sure anymore. Let's check those."

He turned around, looking at the remaining two boxes with Lego. "Let's split it up, I will take the upper one and you can take out the other. Then we also just can unwrap everything and see if it is there."

You walked over and took his hand, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "It is okay, Hwa. I am sure we will find it," you promised and he sighed, a soft smile spreading on his lips. "You are right. It's just special, you know? Everything that is tied to a memory with you is." His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you a little closer.

Seonghwa always was sentimental, he loved to collect pieces that reminded him of a moment in his life he enjoyed and you always thought just how sweet that was. "You will forever judge me for being unable to remember the name but I know how much it means to us. I am sure it is right there, just teasing us."

He offered a lazy smile: "You are right, considering it is my figure, he likely does." He smiled, seeing you giggle before letting you go, and clapped his hands together the same way he did when he announced he'd clean your messy apartment.

"Let's do this!"

You picked up the other box and very carefully unwrapped all of the small Lego figurines, placing them on the desk before starting to take out the scenery sets. You gifted Seonghwa a few of those last year for his birthday and he treasured them ever since. As you placed it on the table and removed the protective wrap, there it was.

The little bunny figure was napping in the middle of the star death ship or whatever it was called.

"I found the criminal, about to destroy our apartment," you called out, laughing. Seonghwa was over in a second, gasping: "I can't believe this! Such a betrayal! What is your excuse for leaving your fiance alone?!" He scolded the little figure on purpose, making you chuckle. Seonghwa walked over to the shelf with the other Animal Crossing and placed it next to its announced counterpart.

"Now it's where it belongs," he hummed.

You threw the wrapping back in the box, crossing your arms with a smile: "The day has been saved. Such an excitement." No doubt this was much more enjoyable than carrying all of those upstairs, even with the help of seven people and your families.

Seonghwa's gaze softened as he looked at you, walking over. He cupped your chin and lifted your head a little, his thumb brushing over your cheek making your heart jump.

"You know how much I love you? Never judging how silly I am," his voice was soft and full of affection.

"And I love you because you are just like that," you whispered and he leaned in to share a tender kiss, one you wouldn't mind to last forever.

Seonghwa was smiling into it and before you knew it, turned into a teasing grin, and suddenly, the floor underneath your feet was gone and you were lifted up on top of his arms.

"Hwa! What are you doing?" you blushed, looking at his pretty face as he carried you over to the to-be bedroom with little effort. You decided on a new bed, one that only would be delivered in a few days so you set up a mattress in the form of a little semi-blanket castle as the sky above it.

"Placing our world to your feet," he whispered and placed you down carefully before laying down as well, pulling you closer to him.

This was nice, you could smell his perfume and admired how hair framed his face as he undid his ponytail. Soon, you were snuggled against him and you two sighed contently.

"Can't wait to do this for the rest of our lives," he whispered, placing little kisses on top of your hair. You nodded, your fingers brushing over his stomach muscles: "I know... it's strange to think we really no longer have to say any goodbyes. I can't wait, for all the memories we will make living together now."

There was a moment of silence before you two laughed in sync: "We really are sappy, aren't we?" Seonghwa asked and you looked up, grinning: "Mhm, we are hopeless." He smiled, a hand resting against his cheek: "Good, I'd not want it any other way. Now we will make this our own little dream island."

That sounded amazing, really.

"Do we also have to become best friends with the neighbors here?" You asked, winking as you snuggled back against him.

Your boyfriend chuckled as he relaxed back into the pillow: "Well, let's say I'd not be opposed to it but we also won't have to worry. I am quite confident that our friends will come over often enough to make it about the same experience."

Your friends and family, now your worlds really slowly melted into one. "They better bring gifts then;" you teased and closed your eyes.

"I'm sure they will but I'll make sure to take good care of you always," Seonghwa whispered in his gentle voice. You only nodded, yawning as you slowly drifted off.

You once read in some countries, they believed the first dream of a new home would come true. Yours was about a life with Hwa, so you gladly would embrace this. Always.

[moonselune]

Minthara finally figuring out why a romanced Tav walks through cities like there's not danger upon meeting their family. She ends up meeting an older drow who introduced themselves as Tav's former personal guard. It can also make other things click like certain fighting stances are like a drow fighting style.

I made it an elf!reader so the plot made a bit more sense hope you enjoy it!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara x Elf!Noble!reader | Now it makes sense

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara had always been puzzled by the way you walked through cities with an air of unshakable confidence. It was as if you believed yourself to be untouchable, moving through the bustling streets with a grace and poise that belied any hint of danger. It wasn't until she joined you for a formal dinner at your family estate that she began to understand the source of your serene assurance.

The estate was a grand affair, sprawling and opulent, reflecting the high status of your elven noble lineage. As you walked her through the halls adorned with intricate tapestries and golden accents, Minthara felt an odd mixture of admiration and curiosity. You introduced her to various family members, each one more elegant and refined than the last. Yet, there was a warmth in your interactions that made Minthara feel surprisingly welcome.

As dinner commenced in the grand dining hall, Minthara found herself seated next to you, the table laden with an array of exquisite dishes. The conversation flowed easily, and she couldn't help but notice how relaxed you seemed in this environment, contrasting sharply with the intense focus you exhibited in battle.

Halfway through the meal, an older drow woman entered the room. She moved with the silent grace of a predator, her eyes sharp and calculating. As she approached the table, you rose to greet her with a smile, which she returned with a nod of respect.

"Minthara," you said, gesturing to the woman, "I would like you to meet Sarya, my former personal guard and teacher."

Minthara's eyes widened slightly in recognition and understanding. Sarya was a figure of legend among the drow, known for her unmatched skill in combat and her unwavering loyalty. It now made perfect sense why you moved with such confidence and exhibited fighting stances that were distinctly drow in origin.

Sarya inclined her head toward Minthara, her eyes glinting with approval. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Minthara. I have heard much about you."

"The pleasure is mine," Minthara replied, her tone respectful. "Your training is evident in Y/N's skill."

Sarya smiled, a rare and genuine expression. "Y/N was an exceptional student, and it seems they have found an equally exceptional partner."

The conversation shifted seamlessly into Drow, the fluid and harsh syllables blending perfectly with the soft elven melodies that filled the hall. "Your elven family is more tolerable than most," Minthara remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Sarya chuckled softly. "Indeed. They have always treated me with respect, which is more than I can say for others of their kind."

"Agreed, I am fortunate to have found the exception" Minthara added, as she looked to try and find you, expecting you to be conversing with your siblings, only to be surprised when you appeared at her shoulder.

"Remember, Minthara, I know Drow too, thanks to Sarya's teachings."

Minthara turned to you, her eyes filled with pride and affection. "It all makes sense now, my beloved. Your confidence, your fighting style—everything. ."

"Oh, I get all that from being taught Drow ways? Not at all from my natural personality," You smiled, teasingly cocking a brow at her. Then when Minthara didn't answer instead taking a sip of her wine you looked to Sarya, who also chose to sip her wine. You scoffed and whacked both of them on the side, but before you could walk away Minthara wrapped an arm around your side and brought you close, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

The rest of the dinner passed with Sarya and your family regaling stories of your youth. One particular story ended in a heated debate on who had broken the carafe gifted by a noble family from Calimshan which ended in you and your siblings tussling and Sarya had to step in one final time.

By the end of the evening, as you walked Minthara back through the estate, you stopped in the gardens, Minthara pulled you close.

"You truly are remarkable," Minthara whispered before drawing you in for a kiss. You smiled and placed your index finger on her lips, pausing her advance

"And I am all yours," you replied with a mischievous smile, stealing the words out of her mouth. Minthara rolled her eyes and cupped your face, your lips melding together in passion. She then pulled away, unable to help herself.

"And you are all mine"

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[hardly-an-escape]

Fluffbruary Days 14-17

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated M • phone | bubble bath | doll & cord | bakery | honey & neighbour | desire | horse & magazine | tactile | curtains

Hob sighs and leans back in the hotel bathroom tub. At least it’s deep. He’s got a glass of whiskey, which tomorrow Hob will probably regret – not due to the alcohol, just the fact that it’s from the room minibar and costs three times what it’s actually worth – and he’s dumped what might be legally considered a ‘metric shitload’ of bubbles into the hot water, and he can finally, finally relax.

He likes these conferences; he honestly does. It’s refreshing, to connect with people in his field and both commiserate and be reminded why they do what they do.

They’re just also exhausting – even for an extrovert like Hob.

His limbs are feeling pleasantly warm and heavy and he’s halfway through his whiskey when the phone rings.

For some ungodly reason the hotel has put a phone in the bloody bathroom, so at least he doesn’t have to get up, just haul himself far enough out of the water to reach the counter.

“Hello?” he says irritably.

“Hob?” says the voice on the other end of the line. “I have a question about one of your citations in the paper you presented this morning. I was…”

“Morpheus?”

“Obviously. I was wondering about –”

“Morpheus, it’s –” Hob tries to break in.

“– about the research on Jonson that you cite in –”

“Morpheus, it’s after nine o’clock in the evening.”

There’s a long pause.

“Is it?” the other man says uncertainly.

“Yes, you absolute walnut.”

“I… was working. I must have lost track of time.”

“Why on earth are you still working? Don’t you have a flight in the morning?”

“I suppose I have. Nothing better to do.”

Hob doesn’t know Morpheus all that well; they see one another a few times a year, at seminars and conferences. They argue cheerfully about the merits of various Elizabethan playwrights, they – yes, fine, they flirt over cocktails at receptions, occasionally – but they don’t really talk. And yet he can see Morpheus, curled up in an uncomfortable desk chair at the cramped little hotel room desk, papers spread in front of him. The man has a memorable presence and a genius mind. And thin, elegant, fidgety fingers, which Hob imagines wrapped up in the phone cord.

And a dark, velvety voice, which is currently pouring into Hob’s ear.

“I apologize for disturbing your evening, Hob.”

“That’s alright. But you ought to find some way to relax tonight, for goodness’ sake.”

“Oh, ought I?” Morpheus sounds – amused? “And how would you suggest I do that?”

“Well, I for one am drinking a whiskey and having a very nice bubble bath.” Hob splashes deliberately. “And I can only recommend that course of action.”

“From an academic standpoint, Dr. Gadling?” Morpheus asks dryly.

Hob sinks a little deeper into the hot water. “Naturally, Dr. Murphy. From what other standpoint might I recommend it?”

Desire swells and pools in his belly. He can’t help it, with Morpheus’s voice in his ear bringing the man’s image so vividly to his mind’s eye. The sharp grey-blue eyes and even sharper cheekbones, which contrast soft lips.

“I’m sure I couldn’t even begin to guess.” Lord, but that voice is smoother than the whiskey Hob has just polished off.

“Perhaps sometime I’ll have the opportunity to enlighten you,” he says boldly.

“Perhaps.” Hob thinks he can hear a smile. “Good night, Hob.”

“Night, Morpheus.”

A click, and the line goes dead. Hob leans up to hang up his own handset and recedes back into the bubbles.

Morpheus would be a tactile lover, he’s sure of it. His hands prove it; that nervous, artistic elegance. Hob’s own hands drift lower, slip between his legs.

Perhaps sometime he’ll have an opportunity, indeed.

prompt list!

[nobodylikety]

Cat hybrid! Liz 🐈

Yeah I knooow it's been a while, I was kinda busy and had a bloody writers block,,, BUT HERE I AM, back with my blurbs and thoughts about hybrid! IVE, this time with Liz and her orange cat bevahior

tags: cat hybrid! liz x fem! reader, hybrid AU, fluff.

Cat hybrid! Liz is an absolute homebody! This house cat will hardly want to leave her home and go places, because inside her home are you, the rest of hybrid! IVE, her bed and all the food she can ask for.

Cat hybrid! Liz's swimming skills are as good as a sinking brick <3 she's not a very good swimmer, because cats themselves are not very fond of water. And as for bathing? no way. If it occurs to you that it's bath time, chances are Liz will demand some good cuddles afterwards.

Cat hybrid! Liz has orange cat energy, she's absolutely chaotic and goofy! Not only is she constantly fighting with Puppy!Yujin over silly things, but they are also accomplices and sometimes get into trouble together, because together they are twice as love bugs and the sweetest little cat and puppy, although not very bright! <3

+ like all orange cats, she's the most cuddly and goofy fuzzball. And when she's near you? she runs towards you, with her tail wagging all happy and for sure she tripped at least 3 times and ran into 2 walls, in the process of TRYING to get on your lap. She's such a good girl, kinda silly, but good girl 🩷

Cat hybrid! Liz lacks feline grace and agility…because her orange cat vibe is stronger. She can't jump, she can't climb…she always falls. BUT if she hears you open a bag of chips anywhere, she won't hesitate to ask for her portion (or steal it  ^_^ ♡)

Cat hybrid! Liz has a habit of flopping up on the sofa and looking at you intently, with big eyes, wagging her tail in anticipation, all serious and predatory attitude,,, before giving you the silliest, most affectionate headbutt out of nowhere <3

🐱 ، ﾟฅ ｡ [ Kitty shenanigans ]

Liz always finds unique ways to get into trouble, but she never fails to be the most adorable and affectionate kitty you'll ever meet.

Not a day goes by that Liz doesn't get into trouble. Like that time when Liz and you were playing together in the garden, and Liz started chasing the butterfly she'd found with such enthusiasm that she ended up tripping over a flower pot and falling face first into the middle of some flowers. And what did Liz do? she got up, shook the dirt off her fluffy ears and looked at you with an innocent expression, as if nothing had happened.

With that silly little smile, the same one she always does.

Or that other time, when Liz was trying to catch a fly buzzing near the window, but she jumped so hard that she ended up hitting the glass, leaving a little nose smudge on the glass.

Or like now, with the most frequent mischief that takes place almost every morning, and always in the kitchen.

You're preparing toast for breakfast, when Liz decides it's an excellent idea to hop across the table to inspect your culinary work. So with an air of elegance she tries to land gracefully, but instead of it, she trips over her own tail and falls face first into the tray of eggs, scattering them all over the kitchen. And of course, not before knocking over the pile of frying pans and pots, creating a chaotic clatter.

"Don't worry, Liz," you say with a chuckle as you help her up. "I think we'll have scrambled eggs this morning."

"Meow," she replies, looking up at you with innocent eyes, as if it's your fault.

Because It's never her fault, it's always yours.

And that sometimes makes you want to wrap Liz in cotton, to stop her from endangering her own life in her own stupid way. Liz really is a bit of a rebel, even when she's not actively trying to get into trouble.

But... you have to accept her for who she is, and if you're honest with yourself, there's something incredibly endearing about this goofy, sensitive, lovable little cat (who attempts to break herself more than once a day) that's part of your life.

Because even after a day full of stumbles and falls, when you sit on the sofa and enjoy the peace and quiet of home, with Liz purring softly as you stroke her head, her sweet gaze and carefree, goofy attitude reminds you of how wonderfully special she is.

So despite all the misadventures, you wouldn't for a moment change your life filled with Liz's antics.

Cat hybrid! Liz 's love language is giving you the goofiest headbutts and being dumb with you! (she has a weird sense of humor) so Liz is always tripping, falling, flopping clumsily on you, just for the sake of showing you her love for you!

+ This. Kitten. ALWAYS (LITERALLY ALWAYS). FALLS OR TRIPS OR GETS INTO DUMB STUFF.

Wants your attention? climbs the ledge closest to you, and before falling gracefully next to you, trips and falls on your head.

She's going to climb on your lap? miscalculates and ends up with her head stuck in the sofa.

She's going to purr you to lull you to sleep? she chokes on a hairball before she even opens her mouth.

And the list goes on, because Cat hybrid! Liz is an adorable bundle of leggy nonsense, and she loves you with all her heart. ♡

[sarahs-secrets2]

In Your Wildest Dreams ˋ♡ˊ

regency era/bridgerton inspired au!

duke!leon x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: not period accurate, tad ooc bc its an au, other than that none!!

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The start of a new season and you were officially making your debut, with your first outing being the highly anticipated Queen’s ball to welcome the ton to the start of a fresh season. The ballroom was filled with potential suitors, fresh debutantes, and mamas scurrying about hoping to secure a match for their daughters. As expected it was quite stuffy, being new in town brought a bundle of attraction as all sorts of suitors tried to win your hand. The voice of the man next to you droned on as you tried to remain pleasant, a small smile glued to your face. 

“Would you excuse me, my lord,” the suitor looked taken aback at the interruption, was it ladylike? Probably not, but right now the suffocating nature of the ballroom had overwhelmed you and you were in dire need of a breath of fresh air. You bowed your head quickly before disappearing into the gardens behind the Queen’s luxurious estate where the night's ball was taking place. 

The brisk air chilled your skin, the satin gloves and thin shawl did little to warm you as you wrapped your arms around yourself making an effort to heat up. The murmur from the ballroom could still be heard from your spot on the balcony overlooking the gardens. Taking a few steps forward your hands rested on the ledge, grounding yourself with the brick under your satin-covered grasp.

“Surely, it is not fitting for a lady of such elegance to remain unpartnered and unattended on the terrace,” the sudden voice caused you to jump clinging onto the ledge a bit more than before. You turned around to see the man in front of you. His ashy blonde hair swept across his face as he straightened his dark maroon suit jacket. 

“I was merely seeking a breath of fresh air before I return to the party, sir. I couldn't help but notice, that you have followed me out here, leaving us unchaperoned,” you leaned against the ledge behind you as you spoke to the unknown man. 

“It seems you have a point miss. My apologies,” he smirked before stepping closer and joining you on the ledge. “As it happens, I too was seeking some refuge from the crowded ballroom and swarming mamas, mind if I join you?”

“Please,” nodding as you spoke, “Pardon me if this is too forward but you do not look familiar and I am here for my first season, are you also a new arrival for the season?”

“Ah, no miss,” he glanced down, his hair covering his face to hide his emotions. He settled next to you, his hand accidentally grazing yours. He quickly withdrew his hand and readjusted his position, as you stood frozen at the touch. It was something you had never felt before, saying it was a spark would be dramatic but something inside you craved more. He cleared his throat trying to gain his composure before starting again, “Business, unfinished affairs on my father's account I must settle before returning home,”

“I see, well I hope you are able to find some peace here in London for the time being,”

He smiled and nodded, looking off into the gardens. You studied him as he seemed to withdraw from the conversation. There was more to him than he was willing to give up, the way he carried himself to the way he spoke was guarded. As if one small misstep would expose his true self. 

“Well you must forgive me, but I think I see my aunt looking for me,” his attention turned back to you as you slowly made your way back to the wide glass doors that led back to the ballroom. “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” you paused, waiting for his name.

“You as well miss,” he swiftly answered dodging the attempt to get his name and offered a small smile before redirecting his attention back to the nightsky overhanging the gardens. 

You huffed hoping to get something more out of the mystery man who now occupied your mind. Although you didn't know his name he had an allure that you hadn't felt before. A guard opened the door back inside for you as the immediate wave of music and chatter flowed back over you as you stepped into the warmly lit ballroom.

“Oh dearest where have you been,” 

“Aunt Agatha,” although she seemed pleased to see you, you knew she was unhappy with your disappearance. She was kind enough to sponsor you this season, it was only fitting for you to put your best foot forward and try your hardest to secure a match. “I was merely taking in some fresh air, do not worry.”

She chuckled, taking your arm in hers as she led the pair of you through the crowd towards the front of the ballroom. “While you were out doing god knows what,” you patted her arm playfully as she teased you, “I had the pleasure of conversing with Her Majesty, and she expressed a desire to introduce you to one of her guests who shall be residing with her for some time this season.”

“I do not know whether to be honored or insulted at the introduction, does Her Majesty not think me capable of finding a match?”

“Now,” your Aunt shot you a look of disapproval, “You are well aware of the past history between Her Majesty and I, she is simply doing me a favor,”

“Oh Aunt Agatha, you have little faith in me,”

“I have plenty, now be on your best behavior,” she squeezed your hand lightly as you both approached the Queen, “Ah, your Majesty,” the pair of you bowed down to greet her. “May I introduce you to my niece who I am hosting this season,”

“Your Majesty it is an honor to make your acquaintance,”

“I have someone I would like you to meet dear, I like to think of myself as quite the matchmaker you see.” The Queen was known for her matches; all of the pairs she introduced ended up married within the following months. A question often asked though was: were they married because of love or fear of disappointing their Queen? “Ah come here,” she motioned to a man a bit further from her as he moved to join the group. “This is the Duke of Clyvedon, Leon S. Kennedy.”

And there he was, the mystery man from the balcony standing right in front of you. He was already handsome, but somehow seeing him in better lighting, he had become even more handsome. Looking at him took your breath away as you let out a small gasp. 

“Is everything alright dear?” your Aunt whispered into your ear quietly. Unable to form words you just nodded, your mind too clouded with the man standing in front of you. 

“It is a pleasure to formally meet you,” he bent down, placing a small kiss on the back of your extended hand. His piercing blue eyes catch yours as he stands up slowly, both of you holding the secret of your first informal meeting on the terrace earlier. 

“Your grace, the pleasure is all mine,” 

“Look at you two, quite the match I have made already,” the Queen exclaimed, applauding her own work. 

“Oh they truly do look wonderful together I agree,” your Aunt chimed in agreeing with Her Majesty, “Let us leave these two, hmm?” Agatha motioned for the Queen to join her as the two walked away already heavy in conversation, probably planning the wedding already. 

“Nice to see you again,” he eyed you up and down, taking in you fully now.

“You as well, your grace,”

“Please, just call me Leon,” he extended his arm for you. Hesitantly you entwined your arm with his and the two of you maneuvered your way through the ballroom floor. 

“Leon, I understood you were just here on business. Does the Queen know that?”

“No, she does not. She is determined to find me a match this season,”

“Oh, I see,”

The two of you arrived at the refreshments table, he grabbed two glasses and swiftly handed you one as he began to sip on his. “I feel compelled to make this known before this goes any further, I have no intention of marrying this season.”

A part of you wished it to not be true as you didn't see anything wrong with marrying Leon even from the short interaction he seemed like he would make a fine husband. “That is quite alright, and I don't think it is me you have to worry about,” you smiled saving face as you gestured towards the Queen.

“Ah, I am well aware,” he raised his eyebrows. His forwardness was not something you were used to, and you weren't sure if this remark of not wanting to marry was because of you or some other outside force. The Duke’s confession drew a silence between the two of you as both of you were unsure how to navigate it further.

“I-,”

“Well,”

Both of you spoke at the same time, causing you to get quickly flustered at the entire interaction.

“You go first your grace- Leon, my apologies,”

“Well, just because I have no intention of marrying I assume that does not hold the same for you I suppose?”

“You would be correct,”

“Let me help you then miss,” he seemed quite cheery at his suggestion.

“I am not sure I understand,”

“When the other suitors see such a lady as yourself with a Duke, they will surely rush to catch your attention,” he studied your face as he went on trying to gauge how you felt about it. 

“And what do you receive from this?”

“I can conduct my business in peace without having to worry about mamas pushing their daughters at me,”

“Your performance must be convincing enough to deceive even the most discerning eye,” you were skeptical at the idea but what could you lose? It seemed he genuinely wanted to help you find a good match this season. 

“Trust me, I am quite capable of being convincing, the ton will have not a clue” he bent down and whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine as he spoke. He grabbed your drink and placed it back down on the table along with his before he slipped his hand around your waist and tugged you toward the dance floor.

The two of you danced for the entirety of the song, with each step you melted more into his touch still unable to identify the feeling that bubbled in your stomach as he gently held you. The dance ended and your bodies were pressed together, your back firmly against his chest. He bent down slightly again and whispered, “What say you?”

You tilted your head back, catching his eyes, “I accept the proposition, your grace.” Leon gave you a small look, “My apologies, Leon, I accept,”

“Now that is precisely what I was hoping for,” he grinned before turning you back to face him properly. “I fear I must be leaving now, I shall hope to see you shortly,” he winked before kissing your hand goodbye and disappearing into the crowd.

You clutched your hand as he left trying to lock the feeling of his lips on your glove into your memory forever. Before you had a chance to fully process what you had agreed to, your Aunt Agatha was quick to reappear at your side.

“I assume it went well dear?” 

“One could make that assertion,” you said, trying to conceal the smile on your face. 

“I think it is time for us to take our leave darling, I have a feeling tomorrow we will be quite busy.” And with that, you and your Aunt departed your first ball of the season where you harbored a secret of your future courtship. The night's excitement had dwindled as you stared out the carriage window, feeling nervous about how this arrangement with the Duke would work, or if it could even work. 

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i have part 2 mapped out already, this is very much a slow burn but i have a lot planned:)

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ SWAN SONG ♥︎

+ warnings: dom! fem reader, college au? (briefly mentioned), wlw relationship, semi-public sex (they're fucking in a closet), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, tit sucking, porn with plot(?)

+ ft: black swan x ballerina! fem reader

+ wc: 1k

nsfw under cut, minors + men dni!!!

+ notes: IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR BLACK SWAN OMFG! also shes ooc, sorry for that <3

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

the music whirled throughout the dance studio, echoing off the walls. you practiced your routine, attempting to drill it into your head. the recital was only a week away, and you had to be on your best foot, quite literally.

there, sat your girlfriend, black swan. she was graceful, just like your ballet moves. you had always done ballet, from such a young age. you predicted you would still be doing it, and you predicted you would struggle attempting to juggle your college courses and your undying love for dance.

but never in your life did you predict you would have such an angel of a girlfriend. god, it was like she was heaven sent. her voice, her movements, her style, it was everything you wanted to reflect in your recital - pure elegance laced with a tad bit of mystery.

after going through the movements once more, you take a break, sitting next to your girlfriend.

"you were beautiful, as always." she replies, her purple eyes smiling at you.

"thank you, but it wasn't anything too impressive." you reply, blushing from your girlfriends comment.

"anything my darling does is beautiful in my eyes. now, do you want to be done for today, or shall i watch your graceful movements more?" she ask, smiling gently as her soft, delicate hands held yours.

"hm, we can be done. i kinda want to go to the campus cafe, at least before psychology.

"well, let's do that after. i have something planned for you." black swan whispers near your ear, grabbing your hand. without further words, you were dragged through the dance studio, brought to an empty-looking closet.

"swan, we can't be in here! what if we get caught, my instructor will be pi- displeased." you catch yourself before cussing, as it was looked down upon in your studio.

"oh, my love, they won't catch us in here. just don't be too loud, hm?" she giggles, shutting the door quietly behind the two of you. her hands find their way to your shoulders, draping her slender arms as she presses kisses to your cheeks and jaw, eventually reaching your lips in a delicate kiss.

"see? not too bad, hm?" black swan giggles, pulling you down onto the floor with her, getting a small squeak from you as you find your way between the lilac-haired female's legs.

you smile, the dim lighting making it difficult to see. "fine, we can do what you want. just please, let's try to avoid me getting kicked out?"

she nods, bringing her soft, pale lips to yours in another kiss. her hands find their way to your hair and shoulder, intertwining themselves with your strands while her other hand mindlessly toys with your bra strap.

the kiss slowly becomes more heated, your hands rubbing circles into her hips, her desperation for you becoming more apparent. reacting to her growing needs, your hands move towards her black skirt.

moving the fabric up, you push her black lace panties aside, running your fingers up her slit. "you filthy little swan, you knew i would give in, hm?" you coo in her ear, a small giggle falling from her lips.

you kiss her again, pushing one finger into her. black swan moans into your mouth, her hands wrapping around your shoulders.

"you don't have to be so delicate with me" she groans, smirking. "i've been waiting the whole time as i watched you practice. i'm sure we can both feel how soaked i am, twinkle toes" she teases, earning a grunt from you as you slide another finger in.

she moans softly, resting her head against yours. you unbutton her shirt with your free hand, as the other one curls up into her pussy, moans and soft praise falling from her lips as you hit her perfectly. after freeing her chest from her shirt, you unclip her bra, exposing her chest to the air. without warning, your lips find their nipple, taking it into your mouth and sucking slowly, a gentle whimper falling coming from the woman in front of you.

"'m close, doll." she mumbles, soft moans and pants spilling from her mouth like a beautiful song wrote for you.

you pull your fingers out, smirking at black swan as she groans in frustation. "i was so close, you really shouldn't keep a woman waiting."

"you were close the entire lesson i bet."

"i was" she sighs, smiling. "not my fault my girl is more beautiful than the stars."

you roll your eyes, smiling at her sweet comments, before moving your head down, kissing her clit. your tongue darts out, licking her pussy as your finger rubs figure eights around her clit.

"jesus, graceful on her feet and with her body" black swan groans from above you, her hand finding perch in your hair, tugging lightly. with each tug, you groan into her cunt, diving your tongue in and fucking her with it.

the graceful lilac-haired beauty pants and groans, a her free hand darting to cover her mouth, hiding her louder moans. she cums quickly and without warning, coating your face. you continue your ministrations, helping her ride out her orgasm, before coming up, wiping your face off and licking any of her cum off your fingers.

"you cheeky little thing, always attempting to fluster me, hm?" she ask, smiling, blush dusted across her face.

you kiss her cheek, grabbing her hand and helping her up. "you're acting as if you don't do the same. i felt you eye fucking me the entire time i was practicing, it was quite distracting."

"not my fault your tutu rode up a tinsy bit." black swan remarks, sneaking you back out of the closet. "now how about that coffee you wanted? on me, for that amazing head i just got~"

"swan!!" you groan, looking around to see if anyone heard as your girlfriend giggles.

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[erwin0859]

hello! i feel like yae miko's loneliness is a very overlooked part of her character in the fandom, i was wondering if i could request fluff/comfort with a gn reader who also feels lonely comforting each other? thank you and i hope you have a good day :)

Hi, and thank you for your request! I hope you have a good day as well :) I'm glad someone else noticed about this! The fandom will typically remember her only as being a smug Electro tall busty mommy, shipped to Ei, with a pinch of lewdness in her mind, and who gives PTSD to Gorou through teasing him... while there is a bit more to her than only that. Oh and I didn't expect it to become so long... seems like inspiration struck me for that one. I hope you like it nonetheless!

Loneliness fluff/comfort with lonely GN reader and Yae Miko

Based on the fact that only few people would find out about her loneliness, I headcanon that she can hide it very well, if not also manage it on her own fairly well

I mean, anyone other than her trustable S/O would certainly not pass beyond her front of teasing and smugness... and even there, she has an image to uphold, so she probably wouldn't speak clearly about it; only hints at best (being vulnerable remains difficult, not just for humans)

Being a youkai, she will inevitably outlive humans by several generations, which doesn't help to genuinely bond with one...

... but you're different, and, somehow, you retained her attention the moment she saw you for the first time, during a visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine

It took a bit of time to develop, but she went from just her ears lightly twitching & facing you the moment you would enter her sight, to asking for your feedback about light novels, and even accompanying her for some kitsune udon or some tea

Yet, she soon began to wonder if there isn't something else about you... something she knows too well to simply ignore

Ambient music:

At this time of day, when the Sun is down and the Moon is high in the starlit sky, rare are the guests who dare make the trip to the peak of Mt. Yougou, where lies the Grand Narukami Shrine. The head of the Shrine was taking her usual midnight stroll around, when she heard familiar steps breaking the silence.

"Well, who do we have here?"

With the grace and elegance you know well by now, her moonlit form closed the gap between the two of you.

"It isn't like you to visit me so late, S/O."

"Indeed, well... let's just say that I'm... struggling to find sleep tonight."

A light giggle escaped her lips, her facial expression softening.

"I see. After all, only a fool would make the trip up here while being sleepy."

Her sight focused into your eyes while you smiled at her words. Then, she walked besides you and, seeing that all the other shrine maidens are gone, she used this opportunity to unveil one of her tails, wrapping it swiftly around your waist.

"Come with me. The sky is clear tonight, so we ought to enjoy the view, don't you think?"

"Hmm."

You nod and move along - or rather, let yourself be led by - her, to the edge of the shrine, where lies the Sacred Sakura. The sea reflects the night's sky beautifully, and a light breeze animates the lanterns and hairs alike.

"Tell me, S/O... You didn't come here only with the hope of exhausting yourself throughout the trip, did you?"

You took a glance at her, noticing her eyes meeting yours, before you glanced back to the horizon and released a low sigh.

"An astute observation. Well..."

"You seeked some company, in the try to fill a certain void... am I right?"

You knew that foxes are considered to be smart creatures, but you certainly didn't expect her to see right through you.

"... yes. Correct."

Her eyes closed briefly, before a sigh escaped her. As they opened again, you could feel how her tail's grip increased lightly around your form... if not even pulling you a little bit closer from her.

"I have to admit, I'm simultaneously afflicted but also... relieved, in a way, that you are the close one who can relate to the void. No matter how satisfying or amusing a daily routine may be... ultimately, when the quiet settles in, certain thoughts tend to return. These thoughts that we would rather not pay attention to during the day... but which we can't really avoid at night."

A frown fills your face as you think about her words and connect the dots, bit by bit, while remembering moments where you simply sat down and remained still, as if paralyzed by the void - only tonight the idea of a mind-cooling stroll reached your mind. She stares at you the whole time, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, while her elbow rests on the railing.

"So, you also... feel lonely?"

"Well, it would be a lie to say this feeling is completely unknown to me."

"I... see."

She exhales, calmly, before reaching out for you with her hand, gently embracing your hand with hers. You glance down at her hand at first, before leading your sight up to her face, just to be welcomed by a comforting smile.

"Come."

Trusting her, you nod and let yourself be led inside a building from the shrine. From this point on, she knees down and gently pulls your form along - ending up with your head comfortably resting on her laps, and her 4 other tails emerging from behind, enveloping your body in a comfortable and fairly cozy embrace.

"I will keep watch against those evil thoughts tonight. We don't want them to interrupt my dear S/O now, mhh?"

You gaze up at her face as she gently breathes those words out. She uses her 5 tails to slowly rub along your back, while one of her hands strokes along the back of your head then neck, some of her delicate fingers even caressing your cheek.

Unprepared for this divine level of comfort, your lips part lightly in surprise, and it doesn't take long until you release a yawn, and for your eyes to feel heavy.

She admires how you manage to untense, even to feel comfortable enough to progressively doze off, right on her laps - feeling safe in her presence, when anyone else would be put off by her teasing. You don't and won't escape from it, mind you, but she gives you a special, softer treatment, only reserved to those worthy of her close and private attention... and tonight, you discovered a new side of it.

For once in a while, you feel lighter, as if a weight was taken off your shoulders. You needn't worry, this time, about the recurring thoughts, because they have no reason to come tonight: at long last, someone else shares the burden of the void with you.

And, for once in a long time, she needn't worry too much about her image to uphold: she's no longer alone, when it comes to dealing with loneliness. Her dear S/O knows, too, how it feels, and even if she would never admit it openly and clearly, she's grateful to have met an understanding S/O like you - someone whose presence in her near, is already a comfort in itself.

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[starsmuserainbow]

1OO IMPORTANT CHARACTER QUESTIONS

taken from beth kinderman and nikki walker’s the 100 most important things to know about your character. a good list to help develop a character’s background, personality, and general aspects.

(Template link here)

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

"Lightning! Nothing else." [[ Her real full name is Lily Elisabeth Silverton, but she never tells that to anyone and it's not easy to find out ]]

Where and when were you born?

"How am I supposed to know? I doubt she'd have done it at home, so probably in some elite hospital. I have no idea when it was, it doesn't matter anyway." [[ Again nothing she ever tells anyone, her birthday is May 23rd]]

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

"Can you stop asking about family now?" [[ Mother Bernadette Silverton, head of their rich family, probably a known name to the higher-up circles, she's strict and 'snobby' and idk how to describe it, much like the stereotypic 'evil stepmother' except she isn't a stepmother ofc; and honestly I never even bothered to think of a name for her father uh... let's say Joseph Silverton. He's married into the family, he's very 'obedient' to the mother and pretty much never disagrees with her way of doing/seeing things. ]]

[[As usual a cut for length here!]]

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Lightning just crosses her arms and glares. [[ Wilhelmina Priscilla Silverton, Lightning's twin sister. Very ladylike, studious and elegant, seems always friendly and polite and nice but is also very good at being mischievous or manipulating behind that facade. She's very beloved by her parents and 'never did anything wrong'. ]]

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

"I have some places to stay at here and there, just empty small rooms basically, but I don't really live anywhere, I just occasionally sleep in one of those. I'm doing things alone, and I spent most of my time running and doing hero stuff anyway."

What is your occupation?

"Hero. Duh." [[ Sometimes delivery girl for NaNext, a company I made up and imagine to be equivalent to that big company we all know (starting with A and ending with mazon) in popularity and being known and being big and stuff ]]

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

"I have ginger hair. Blue eyes. Uh... rather light skin. I'm thin or athletic or something body-wise. I usually wear my uniform, being red and yellow, and goggles."

To which social class do you belong?

"I don't care."

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

"I think I used to have allergies against some nature stuff way back. These days though? Nah."

Are you right- or left-handed?

"Right."

What does your voice sound like?

"Can't you hear it?" [[I have no idea how to describe voices well I'm sorry]]

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

"I don't think I repeat-use anything."

What do you have in your pockets?

"Usually nothing. Oh, this is -- was a chocolate bar. I don't normally keep those in there, must've forgotten this one. Ew." She proceeds to make faces as she tries to get the melted mass (still including a wrapping) out of her pocket.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

"Not that I'm aware of."

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

"Can you stop with these questions?" She growls. "Fine, okay, if you insist. It was horrible. It was a permanent trying to make me be something I wasn't. With all means she could think of."

What is your earliest memory?

"I don't know. I don't think back that far."

How much schooling have you had?

"All home schooling, from private teachers and stuff. Not that I ever listened."

Did you enjoy school?

"Absolutely not. How would I when it's like that?"

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

"I have no idea. I'm still elarning most of it, honestly."

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

"Yeah, no."

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

"I hated them all. Look, I really don't wanna talk about it. My mother hated me and always tried to make me into a good behaving girl like my sister was all the time. She fed me pills, tried shocks, all these ridiculous things. My father never stopped it either. Is that enough?"

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

"Free. That's all."

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

"I never got a chance to try it out much afterwards, but, there was a camp once I was sent to. Staying outside, doing nature stuff, learning things to survive and the likes, it was so amazing."

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

"I never liked all these things I was supposed to like. I never was one to get into music or reading much, I wanted to be active. Running, climbing, staying outside, being energetic. Does that say enough?"

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

"Pfft, right. How am I supposed to have been popular? There was Rose, uh Ross, though, he was my friend. He was kind and understanding and always supported me."

When and with whom was your first kiss?

"Never, and I don't need it."

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

"I was out in the forest next to our house, me and Rose were allowed to stay a night outside there. We heard something, it was - we thought back then - a bear, and we started running, and my speed kicked in and I ran way further than I ever thought. By now, I'm pretty sure it was no actual bear though, there's no way it would be so close to our house without her knowing." Snickering, Lightning added: "It was probably another scheme of my mother, to get me out of the idea of wanting to be more outside and camp and the likes. If so, I'm really glad that my abilities activated there, serves her right that it backfired that badly."

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

"What I just mentioned. That my abilities kicked in and finally granted me that freedom I was so much longing for."

Who has had the most influence on you?

"Probably back then, Rose. Nanette helped me afterwards, though I'm not sure I'd call her an influence."

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

"I... don't think I achieved much so far, really."

What is your greatest regret?

"... I left Rose alone there."

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

"I don't think I ever did anything evil."

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

"I hope not."

When was the time you were the most frightened?

"Probably there before my abilities kicked in."

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

"Forget it."

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

"I would like to have taken Rose with me, back then."

What is your best memory?

"Once I understood what was going on, running with my speed. Just the wind and everything rushing by, the complete freedom."

What is your worst memory?

"Some of what my mother tried back home. Now stop bringing these things up."

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

"Meh, optimistic, I guess? Neither really."

What is your greatest fear?

"Losing my speed."

What are your religious views?

"Don't have any."

What are your political views?

"None here either."

What are your views on sex?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

"I should be able to, yeah, probably. I uh, don't think I'd find it acceptable anytime though."

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

"Hurting children. Also, obviously, trying to shape children against what they are."

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

"Not really, no."

What do you believe makes a successful life?

"Being free, being able to be yourself and do what you want to do. Perhaps be known too, but that's not as important."

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

"I don't really hide who I am, so I'm open I guess?"

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

"Against the rich."

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

"Under any circumstances? I don't know. Depending on just how grave things are, I can imagine everyone would drop any limits."

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

"I'd rather not."

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

"I tend to keep a distance. Pretty sure it's better to not get too attached and bring someone into the risk of being a target for someone that'd want to hurt me."

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

"I don't think I can name anyone."

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

"Again I can't think of anyone. Could name the known speedster heroes, but that's probably something else than respect."

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

"I don't really do friends much. I have Nanette, she's always busy but has a good heart, and I've met some other heroes and bonded with them, but that's it."

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

"Nope."

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

"Honestly, I hope I'll never be. It sounds complicated, and confusing."

What do you look for in a potential lover?

"I don't look."

How close are you to your family?

"I don't have any family."

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

"No, and I'm not interested in that. I like my freedom too much."

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

"I... don't know. Some of the other heroes I've met."

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

"Same answer as last question."

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

"I doubt anyone would."

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

"I could only name my mother, because of all she did, but, I prefer to say I don't have a family, so, no one."

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

"I'm pretty stubborn, I've been told, so I think avoiding conflict isn't really my thing."

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

"Not really."

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

"Meh, it's fine either way. I'm not sticking around long most of the time, anyway."

Do you care what others think of you?

"Not really, no."

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

"I like to run. That's pretty much all I do. Oh, and eating."

What is your most treasured possession?

"I... don't really have anything that special."

What is your favorite color?

"Red."

What is your favorite food?

"It's varying very much depending on the moment and where I am. Pizza is always great though."

What, if anything, do you like to read?

"I don't read stuff."

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

"I don't care for any of those things, honestly."

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

"Not doing anything of the sorts, although I'm not sure it would even work on me anyway."

How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

"Like most days, I run through cities and lands and see if I can help anywhere."

What makes you laugh?

"Good jokes? I like to jumpscare people sometimes by suddenly being there, that too."

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

"Nothing I can think of."

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

"I'd go running, duh."

How do you deal with stress?

"Again, I run and run and eventually I'll have gotten rid of it."

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

"Way more spontaneous."

What are your pet peeves?

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

"I have no real routine, I don't even usually keep track of what time it is."

What is your greatest strength as a person?

"My superspeed, obviously."

What is your greatest weakness?

"As if I would tell that to anyone."

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

"I'd like to actually not have a family."

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

"Extroverted! No reason to be shy."

Are you generally organized or messy?

"Definitely messy, I'm not really in charge of keeping anything that would even need organizing though."

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

"I'm good at: Running! Uh... helping others? I can't think of another thing that isn't repeating these two.

I can't swim, so that's one thing. I don't feel the need to be able to, either, though. Having patience is another thing I'm bad at. And... hmm. Music. Making, moving to it, anything in regards to music."

Do you like yourself?

"Yeah."

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

"I do heroing because I like the excitement of it. Also of course to help and protect others."

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

"I don't have any endtime goal."

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

"Like, still doing the same things?"

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

"Preferably someway fast. No long suffer or that nonsense."

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

"I don't know, uh. Do another tour of sunsets, probably, try to locate some of the people I met and say goodbye, and eat some of the best foods I've tasted so far again."

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

"For being a hero, if anything."

What three words best describe your personality?

"Impatient? Fast, and uh, I don't know. Happy?"

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

"How am I supposed to know that? I'd hope something similar, if at all."

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

The only thing I'd really have to suggest to her is that she'd allow herself to bond with people more. It's one thing to always rush from one situation to another, which might also not be exactly healthy but nothing I'd advise her to stop that urgently, but at least having some friends wouldn't hurt, and it would give her more of a place to go to when she doesn't want - or can't - keep running.

[sej2020]

I Needed Help!

‘He’s dead…. And this is all your fault, we were supposed to be safe’ you sobbed over the body of Cedric Diggory.

‘Y/N, my girl, come on don’t say such things, was it Voldemort’ said Dumbledore earnestly, the Minister listening in.

‘No! This is you, I never wanted to be apart of this and now he’s dead…. This is your fault!’ You cried.

Running from the areana, passing the (now you know); fake Moody some parchment as you passed by.

‘Miss Potter, a room for the summer?’ beamed Tom as you stood in the doorway to the Leaky Couldron.

‘Yes… well I was wondering, how much would it be to buy a room?’ You asked biting your lip.

‘Hmm, I’ll make you a deal, you work for me running this place and I’ll reduce your rent… it’ll be your residence until you graduate Hogwarts…. After that….’ spoke Tom softly watching as his words made your smile brighten your face.

‘Really?’ you breathed.

‘Really, come on’ said Tom snapping his fingers and having all your things float behind you both as you made your way up the stairs.

Leaving you to get settled, Tom went downstairs to organise your dinner and your new employment. Coming back down the stairs a little bit later, you had never felt so elated and care free. Over your dinner Tom have you a list of duties and you were shocked to find you would have the afternoon off everyday and only work a couple of hours in the evening.

And so, you hit the ground running, your first week, getting up early to serve coffee’s, teas and breakfast to guests and customers who stopped in on their way to work. You found the shock of people to be amusing at first, but then the press arrived. Luckily Tom, along with the regular customers dispersed anyone trying to get an interview or a signature. You had never experienced that kind of protection before.

‘Thank you for meeting me Mr Malfoy’ you said one evening, both of you sat a table with tea being served.

You had contacted the man, sending off a letter expressing your need for help. Ever since the Tri Wizard Tournament escapade and the resurrection of the Dark Lord, (who you may or may not have struck up an understanding with), you were determined because of the abuse you suffered at home, you would have Dumbledore removed as your magical guardian.

‘Of course, I have to admit I am intrigued about what it is you wish to speak about… after all you and my son aren’t the closest of friends are you?’ said Lucius raising an elegant eyebrow.

‘No that’s true, but considering the events of last month I think it’ll be worth your time’ you said receiving an earnest nod.

‘Indeed so you mentioned seeking legal advice?’ stared off Lucius sipping his tea.

‘I want advice on how I can get Dumbledore away from being my magical guardian, muggles call it emancipation I’m hoping the magical world have something similar’ you said bluntly.

‘You want to legally become an adult…. We call it manumit, and yes that is something I can help you with’ said Lucius with a cunning smile.

‘Good, where do I start?’ you asked.

‘You are already there with you living independent and having a employment contract, I will speak to my family’s lawyer and his associates, and he will get in contact’ smirked Lucius.

‘Thank you, I know you don’t owe me anything and this is more because of… you know’ you said gratefully.

‘It is…. But there is something very Slytherin about you… it is intriguing’ said Lucius voicing the words the Dark Lord said to you also.

‘Yeah well maybe there was something in the hat wanting to put me in the house of snakes’ you smirked as the man choked on his tea.

‘Y/N?’

‘Uncle Moony’ you beamed finding the man stood awkwardly with a group of people.

Getting to your feet, you embraced the man relishing in the kiss the man pressed to your head when his arms wrapped around you.

‘Good to see you cub’ said Lupin, breaking apart the embrace to cup your face.

‘You too, umm Uncle Moony?’ you queried, pointing with your eyes to the people you didn’t know stood with him.

‘Oh, right, well we are umm’ coughed Lupin uncomfortably glancing between the group, you and Lucius Malfoy.

‘Dumbledore sent you’ you said softly stepping from the man, suddenly on edge.

‘Well yes…’ started Lupin.

‘We are taking you with us, your home is now unprotected because you selfishly decided the protection of your family was not something of importance to you’ said a tall man you didn’t recognise.

‘Kingsley’ warned Lupin.

‘And just who the hell do you think you are lecturing me on those people’ you spat. ‘They are the reason I’m undernourished, why my body is covered in bruises… they are no relatives of mine and I owe them nothing’

‘You Know Who, has returned you’re in danger’ said a women with purple hair.

‘What! Don’t be stupid’ you scoffed.

‘You are coming to headquarters Potter’ said someone from the back, another person you didn’t know.

‘I am not, if you honestly thought I was going to blindly go with a group of people I didn’t know, you are mistaken’ you said looking at Lupin sadly.

You drew your wand quickly just as grown adults pulled out there’s, to your surprise Lucius Malfoy was quickly up on his feet with his own wand. Lupin dove in front of you, shielding your body with his, facing the group he had arrived with drawing his own wand.

‘What is the meaning of this?’ said Tom, furious standing beside Lupin. ‘You have no business drawing wands against a fourteen year old girl, and the Girl Who Lived along with it’

‘Stay out of this Tom’ said Kingsley.

‘No, Miss Potter is under my employ, and therefore under my charge, I suggest you leave before I call on the Ministry’ said Tom firmly motioning over to his wife who stood by the fireplace with a pot of floo powder waiting.

‘Leave Kingsley’ said Lupin.

‘Lupin think about what you’re doing’ warned Kingsley.

‘Leave, and I will be informing the auror department’ said Lucius.

‘Lupin’

‘Go, I’m staying with my cub’ replied Lupin firmly, reaching a hand behind him, squeezing your hand when you slipped your empty hand into his.

The group seemed to come to their senses especially when they found some regulars drawing their wands, pointing them at the group. Finally they left, making you deflate back to your chair, tears now dropping down your cheeks.

'Well Draco was right about one thing, it's never boring around you Miss Potter, I will contact my family's lawyers, I suggest surrounding yourself with people you trust, although it seems like you have a good backing here... Tom, Lupin' said Lucius with a nod, before leaving.

‘Hey’ said Lupin softly, crouching in front of you.

‘Uncle Moony’ you sobbed brokenly.

'What's going on cub?' asked Lupin, smiling at Tom as he left you both to talk.

'I can't do it anymore, I needed help... and I didn't know what else to do' you sobbed

‘And you have it unconditionally, Snuffles was waiting at headquarters for you, if I can borrow Hedwig, I’ll let him know what’s going on’ said Lupin, gripping your hands in your lap.

'Uncle Moony, can you stay with me?' you begged.

'Of course... I'll have to check with Tom because of you know' said Lupin softly, curling hair behind your ear.

'Thank you' you whispered.

'Come here' said Lupin opening his arms, grunting slightly when you practically body slammed into him, hugging him tightly.

[freeuselandonorris]

3, 19, 20, 28 for the ao3 asks 🙂

hiiiii thank you!!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

ooourgh. this is actually really difficult, which is a nice problem to have! i’ve published 17 fics this year (18 if you could the inflation ficlet i haven’t got round to posting yet) so i have quite a lot to choose from!

i thinkkk it’s that one from work can come over on monday night, simply because it’s by far the longest thing i’ve ever written fic-wise, and i usually struggle so much to maintain momentum with multichapter fics (admittedly i haven’t finished it yet, so hopefully i don’t jinx it now 🫠). i’m also really proud of the world-building, if you can call it that — i’ve enjoyed putting in the tiny details to try to make it feel grounded in a version of reality adjacent to our own, and i’m also pleased with the way i’ve handled the emotions in it. i’ve been really focusing on striking a balance between the poor communication inherent in two guys who’ve been trained from a very young age not to show weakness, and the genuine desire for connection that impels them to actually fucking talk about stuff already jfc.

honorary mention to tasty. it’s only short, but i feel like i packed a lot in and i think there are some elegant turns of phrase in there. plus it made me broaden my horizons and try something new, having traditionally largely stayed away from fantasy-based kinks, so that was cool!

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

already answered here!

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

i tend not to re-read my own fics THAT much because i find it hard to get past the fact that it was me wot did it, and so i just end up getting annoyed at myself for using the same word twice in the space of a paragraph or whatever, instead of just enjoying the scene.

having said that, i did re-read born and raised for the job, my horrible mick schumacher/toto wolff omorashi desperation/daddy kink/general unhealthy power dynamics opus quite a lot. this is mainly because i wrote that fic for an audience of two (me and you) and filled it with 90% of my cast-iron kinks (couldn’t fit CNC in but it’s got everything else).

i did also re-read a siren on the rocks calling you into the deep a few times because i quite like some of the subtle character work i did in it and also, it’s horny as fuck and so am i.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

tied between monday, born and raised for the job (for all the reasons outlined above) and playboy in the grotto, because it just felt very natural and vivid to me, and i feel like i caught something natural and quite sweet/filthy with them which i’m proud of, especially as it was my first fic for landoscar and i didn’t have a brilliant handle on their personalities at that point.

AO3 wrapped: writer’s edition

[hcm92literature]

‘Out Of Character’ 18th September 2022

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“Today is the day.”

Rena Rouge looked up from her lunch to raise an eyebrow at Ladybug. “The day for what?”

“The day for telling Chat Noir how I feel!”

“Say what?!”

Ladybug stood up, striking an heroic pose, but she still felt her entire body shaking from nerves. “I’m gonna tell him! I… am… I am! I am. Going. To. Tell. Him!” She enunciated each word with a fist slamming into her other palm as if to hammer home the idea that it was going to happen and that it would go well. So she hadn’t slept much last night thanks to panicking about his reaction. That didn’t mean it wasn’t the right thing to do. How would they ever get married and have three kids and a hamster if she didn’t take the step of telling him and finding out who he is first? Besides which, she had the right to let her feelings be known, and he had the right to know that someone loved him. “I’m going to tell Chat Noir I love him!”

Rena’s jaw dropped open, but she never had the chance to say anything, as the small cough of someone clearing their throat nearby caused the pair to whip around in surprise. Ladybug’s arms flailed all over the place when she saw it was Ryuko who had interrupted - and had probably heard what she had just loudly declared…

“I would advise against that.”

“W-why is that?”

Looking Ladybug up and down, Ryuko’s expression did not change. “Because his heart belongs to someone else.”

“S… someone else…?” Ladybug felt her stomach sink through the floor and the blood drain from her face.

“Have you not noticed Chat Noir has been… distracted recently?”

Thinking back over the last day and a half, Ladybug had noticed his mind had indeed seemed to wander occasionally. But Ryuko had always managed to- wait. Ryuko? Ladybug looked back at the dragon hero with a dejected expression. Had she won him over? Or was she just better at pursuing love interests than Marinette was? “Is… is this something that has gone on for a while?”

“Yes. I am surprised he has not told you. I thought you were close, being superhero partners.”

Feeling Ryuko’s words like a knife in her heart, Marinette turned away and wrapped her arms around herself. How could she be so stupid? Of course Chat would fall for the elegant and calculated dragon hero over the clumsy and scatterbrained Ladybug. And him asking for Marinette’s number at Comic Con hadn’t actually led to much, just the occasional jokey conversation when they were both free. Had she totally misinterpreted his intentions? Had she let her imagination get away from her and fantasised the flirtatious undertones between the two of them?

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her head slightly to see Ryuko’s black glove. “I am sorry, Ladybug. I shall leave you be. But first, I came to tell you that Viperion is looking for you.”

As she watched Ryuko walk away, a thought niggled at the back of her mind about Viperion. About Luka. He had been very open from the very beginning of their characters meeting, and had made his affections for her very clear, even despite their break up a few years ago. But, he had also been respectful of her choice to not continue things with him. It was impossible to dislike him. Was she just being stubborn about him? She shook her head. She couldn’t force herself to like him in the way he wanted, especially when she had feelings for someone else…

Feeling another hand on her shoulder, Ladybug turned and allowed Rena to envelop her in a comforting hug.

-

Adrien had noticed a change in Ladybug after lunch. She had barely looked at him all afternoon and seemed a bit down in the dumps. He had attempted to make more puns to try to cheer her up, but it just seemed to upset her more, and when he had tried asking her about it at the end of the game, she had brushed him off. He wondered if it was an in-character thing she was doing or if the player behind the mask really was upset and couldn’t hide it. At least Viperion had made some headway in lightening her mood, though watching their interactions kept sparking an almost nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach he couldn’t quite comprehend.

He was still worrying about Ladybug when he and Nino walked into the bar to watch Kitty Section perform their newest single, but then he saw Marinette and all thoughts of other girls vanished. He never ceased to be impressed by her fashion sense as she looked heart-stoppingly pretty in a grey plaid pinafore dress over a pink turtleneck jumper. When she turned to greet the boys as they approached, however, her expression nearly did stop his heart. She looked dejected, as if she’d received some bad news and she wasn’t taking it well. What was happening with the girls in his life today?

Alya paid for the first round of drinks and the four friends found a booth to sit at while the band did their sound checks. Alya and Nino had sat on one side together, probably without thinking about it as Marinette rarely joined for after-game drinks, which left Adrien to awkwardly ask if she preferred the inner or outer seat. She gave him an odd look and stated she would prefer the outer seat as she wouldn’t be able to see the band otherwise, what with Adrien being nearly a foot taller than her. He nervously nodded at her logic and scooted along the bench, trying to press himself as close to the wall as he could to be respectful of her space. Her odd expression persisted as she sat down next to him, but then she turned back to look at the band. The guitarist, Luka, gave a wave which Marinette timidly returned, and the nauseous feeling from earlier returned to Adrien’s stomach ten-fold. Was this jealousy?

He sneakily got his phone out and began typing out an atrocious pun to send Marinette as Chat Noir, in the hopes that she would pay him more attention that way, but she merely looked at who the text was from and put her phone back in her pinafore pocket with a sigh. What did that sigh mean? Was she annoyed with him? What had he done? Or… was she too enamoured with Luka to pay him any attention? He frowned and looked over at his friends on the other side of the table, then sent a text to Nino hoping to glean more information on the matter.

[Does Marinette like Luka?]

[Yh dude theyve been friends 4 ages]

[No, I mean… LIKE like.]

Nino shot Adrien a concerned look then returned to texting. [Uh… well they dated a few yrs back but I dunno about any current feelings…

From her side at least]

Looking up again, Adrien felt his heart skip a beat. [So, you’re saying Luka still has feelings for her?] He turned to watch the guitarist carefully as Nino typed out his reply, and he noticed an almost imperceptible smile that played on his lips when he glanced at Marinette.

[I don’t think hell ever stop liking her…

But hes totally respectful of her!

He wont ever try anything unless she invites him 2]

Nino’s reply didn’t do much to assuage Adrien’s concerns. Though he could only see the back of her head, Marinette’s body language changed each time Luka looked at her, and he couldn’t tell if it was in a good or a bad way. He leaned an elbow on the table and put his phone screen-side down next to it. When Marinette turned at the movement, he looked away, not wanting her to know he was watching her.

The band put their instruments down once their sound check was done and wandered over to the bar for one last drink before they started their set. As Alya started talking to the boys about the costumes Marinette had designed for the band, Marinette got her phone out again and began typing on it. Adrien pretended not to notice his phone lighting up next to his elbow and tried to pay attention to what Alya was saying, though he was far too eager to see what Marinette had replied with.

When he finally looked at his phone, his heart sank. [Very funny Chaton, but I’m kinda busy at the moment.] She normally responded with a string of cry-laughing emojis when she thought he was being funny, so to get a properly typed out message felt bad. At least she had called him Chaton. That was still a good sign, right?

He decided to leave things open with his response. [Has my Purrincess been dragged into some important business? Her Chaton will await her return all night if he has to, singing on the castle walls!]

Marinette snorted as she looked at her phone. Was that another good sign? [Singing? I think you mean yowling]

[Hey! I have a meowtiful singing voice. It’s not my fault no-one else’s hearing is attuned to it.]

That one made her giggle and Adrien felt his heart race as he watched her. Surely that was definitely a good sign. Then he got a text from Nino. [Stop sneaky flirting with Marinette n pay attention 2 my gf damnit!]

Adrien put his phone down again and gave Nino an apologetic grin before turning back to Alya, but as much as he tried to give her his full attention, he couldn’t help throwing furtive glances Marinette’s way. She seemed less upset now, and Adrien was going to count that as a win.