#mademoiselle butterfly

[daydreaming-juna]

Mademoiselle Butterfly by Ogura Akane

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 2, 12 janvier 1890, Paris. Travestissement: le Papillon. Modèle de chez Mlle de la Torchère, rue de Rennes, 120. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

[sugarzandsweetz]

Lost Love (Nuada x OC)

Long before the battle of the golden army, Nuada loved a human. But they were taken away from him, causing his hatred for humanity to grow stronger

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Many Many Years Ago

A smile rests upon the woman's face as she hums to herself. Feeling the soft breeze of spring press against her face has never felt so calming. In her hands, she busies herself with making a crown out of the flowers that surround her.

Her nimble fingers work expertly in crafting the crown. Looping the stems and locking them together to hold the flowers close. Thorns prick at her fingers but she doesn't mind. Some of the most beautiful things can be made through pain.

Soon, her humming becomes singing.

"A man came across this old tower one day,

It was straight like from a book he once read,

He lifted his head up and saw this young lady and here is what the lady said,"

Lifting her head up, the woman picks up her voice and sings louder.

"Moi Je M'appelle Mademoiselle Noir, et comme vous pouvez le voir, je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis.

Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit, di di di,"

As she works and sings, she hears the crunch of approaching footsteps. They are soft, almost unable to be distinguished. But she can hear them.

The smile grows wider on the woman's face; she doesn't turn around. Because she knew who it was. She ceases her singing and waits quietly as she continues her threading.

The footsteps grow louder and louder until they stop right behind her.

"What are you doing, Isabella?" asked the soft voice of her lover.

"Waiting for you, your highness." Isabella said. "I busied myself with making a flower crown."

A soft chuckle escapes her lover's mouth as they sit themself down beside Isabella. He rests his hand on Isabella's shoulder, giving it a rub.

"It looks beautiful, just like you."

Isabella's face becomes flushed at his compliment. She turns away from her work to look at her lover.

A handsome elf sits beside her. Long platinum blond hair with black tips, porcelain white skin, black lips, and beautiful golden eyes. He is dressed in elegant robes with armor clasped over them. On his hips rested two swords strapped to his waist.

A true beauty for elven people but terrifying for humans. To Isabella, he is beautiful.

"You flatter me, good sir." she said with a giggle.

"Enough pleasantries, Belle. You don't need to be so formal with me, I've told you again and again." he said amused.

"I know, Nuada. I just feel like I must be formal as you are royalty and I am a mere human commoner." Isabella said with a sad frown.

Nuada doesn't allow her to be sad as he kisses Isabella's forehead. His lips are cool against her warm skin. The touch of his lips send butterflies to flutter in the woman's stomach. Any touch from Nuada makes her so giddy.

"I love you for who you are, Isabella. Whether royalty or commoner, I love you." Nuada assured her. Then he pulls Isabella into a deep, tender kiss.

The coupling of the elven prince and human is a well-kept secret. Only Nuada's twin sister, who holds a soul bond with her brother, knows about Isabella. In fact, Nuala is fond of Isabella and is happy for her brother.

When Nuada and Isabella first met, it was by accident.

It was the start of the war between the elves and humans. The border between the two realms were watched closely so that no one crossed. The lands were becoming thick with blood and bodies.

Isabella lives in a small cottage close to the border. She made a living of selling food and jewelry in the village markets. Unlike most humans, Isabella wasn't afraid of the fae people. In fact, she often helps pixies, trolls, and many other of the fae people.

About a year ago, Isabella took a stroll through the thick forest that was east of her home. She collected berries from bushes and material to use for her jewelry. Isabella kept to herself and made sure not to bother any creatures.

That is when she met Nuada.

Nuada is the general of the Bethmooran army and often does patrols along the border. If he ever comes across a human, he either kills them or makes sure they never come back. When he found Isabella collecting berries by a nearby pond, Nuada was transfixed by her beauty.

Isabella has long blonde hair that must be braided to keep it from touching the ground. Her eyes are bluer than the finest sapphires, skin as white as alabaster, and a smile that can dazzle the coldest of hearts.

Soon after Nuada spotted her, Isabella looks up from her pickings and spots Nuada. At first, she is surprised but soon smiles in greeting. It catches Nuada off guard as he is used to being feared by humans. And her smile almost made Nuada's heart stop beating.

Quickly, Nuada ignores his unfamiliar feelings and demands to know why Isabella is in elven territory. He expects her to grovel, to beg to spare her life. Instead, Isabella apologizes and explains that she is scavenging for food. She offers some berries as a peace offering but Nuada declines.

Nuada tells her to leave or she would face serious consequences.

Isabella doesn't complain and does as Nuada orders. Not before handing him a lily as a parting gift and an apology for intruding. Then she leaves.

After that day, it began a series of encounters between the two. Isabella would greet him, offer him food, and head off. She became an enigma to Nuada, intriguing him to pursue Isabella. Over time, the two became an odd pair of friends.

After a month, Nuada began to show affection for Isabella. He would shower Isabella in gifts such as jewels, the finest clothes, and trinkets he made. Isabella would only accept his trinkets as they were made by himself.

Isabella was surprised when Nuada asked permission to court her. She believed that he deserved better than her. The prince was next in line for the Bethmooran throne. A member of a royal family is better suited for Nuada.

Nuada refused to allow Isabella to believe this. He showers her in love and affection until Isabella didn't have to worry. It leads to the moment that they are in now. True love between star crossed lovers.

"How many times must I continue to assure you that I love you?" Nuada asked once they break away from their kiss.

"I'm sorry for being so insecure, Nuada. It's still hard to believe you possess such feelings for me." Isabella apologized.

Nuada pulls Isabella into a hug, pressing her head against his chest. Resting his chin on the top of her head, Nuada closes his eyes as he focuses on the woman in his arms. "I will love you to the end of time." he whispered softly.

His words warmed Isabella's heart as she listens to Nuada's heartbeat. It feels as if both their hearts were beating as one.

"I'll keep you to that." Isabella said with a soft laugh.

The two stay there in each other's arms, savoring this pleasant moment.

With the war between humans and elves growing hotter, it's been difficult for Nuada to have moments with Isabella. Commanding armies and working through strategy meetings took up most of his time. Only when it's night time or when Nuala fills in for him is when Nuada can escape. This morning is the first time in awhile since they've seen each other.

"Nuada," Isabella began suddenly.

"Yes, my love?" Nuada asked.

"I know this is a tough subject, but I want to know. Is there ever a possibility you'll end this war and make a truce?" Isabella asked hopefully. "I know your feelings for humans are conflicted but if you can love me, maybe you can put aside your hatred to bring a better world?"

Nuada tenses up. Isabella didn't have to look at his face to know what he is feeling.

"Unlike you, the rest of humanity has a hole in their heart that is full of greed. It can't be filled. The choices they make are killing my people." Nuada responded. "If we don't stop the humans from taking more of the elven land, killing my people; they will keep doing so."

"What if you find a peaceful solution to this? Make a truce with the humans? No one wants this bloodshed. If you can make a truce that both sides agree to, all of this can end." Isabella said.

Isabella understood that Nuada's hatred for humans runs deep in his bones. Her kind has killed and taken so much from him. It's shocking that he fell for Isabella.

"The humans will never uphold any truce."

"There are those who will. You just have to look."

Nuada glances down at his love and gives Isabella a warm smile. "I didn't have to look for you." he said.

The two smile and share another loving kiss. The kiss spreads warmth through their bodies.

"Will you consider it, at least? I don't want to live in a world where I might die the next day." Isabella said, fearfully. She takes Nuada's calloused hands and hold them tightly. "I wish to live in a world with you by my side." she said.

"Then be by my side." Nuada said suddenly.

"What?" Isabella asked, caught off guard.

"I want you to be by my side, forever and always." Nuada said, taking something out of his pocket and presenting it to Isabella.

A gasp escapes Isabella's lips when she discovers the item to be a ring. The band is made of pure silver. A sapphire diamond rests upon silver flower petals that curl around the diamond like a sleeping flower.

A truly beautiful sight that Isabella has never seen before.

"Isabella Rosemary, will you marry me?" Nuada asked with a hopeful smile on his face.

Isabella stares at him in shock but soon breaks out into a big smile. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Isabella repeated happily. Nuada smiles as he slips the ring upon Isabella's ring finger.

"With this ring, I promise to make you the happiest woman. I will love you to the end of time." Nuada promised. He kisses the ring as a sign of promise. "And I promise to bring peace to humans and the fae people." he added.

Happy tears are streaming down Isabella's face, making her eyes shine bright. "I love you." Isabella whispered.

"I love you too." Nuada whispered back.

Their sweet and tender moment ends abruptly when Isabella lets out a gasp. A look of shock is on her face as blood slips through her lips.

"Isabella . . .?" Nuada asked in worry.

Isabella's chest blooms red. The thick stench of blood fills the air.

Isabella falls forward; Nuada catches her. He looks over her shoulder and finds an arrow embedded in her back. It wasn't an elven arrow, that he recognized. It was an arrow designed by humans.

"No. No. No. No." Nuada repeated.

Nuada cradles Isabella in his arms. Fear is filling his entire body as he tries to keep Isabella awake. "Stay awake, Isabella. Please stay awake." Nuada begged, tears streaming down his face.

Blood trickles down Isabella's mouth as she chokes on her blood. Tears stream down her face as she mirrors the same fear that is on Nuada's face. Death is imminent.

"M-My love . . . " Isabella gurgled.

Slowly, she reaches up and places a bloody hand upon Nuada's cheek. Her skin is already growing cold.

"I will . . . love you forever . . . and always." Isabella whispered as she chokes on her blood.

"Isabella, just hang on a little longer. I'll get you help." Nuada promised.

"It's too late." Isabella said.

Isabella gives Nuada a bloody smile. "I'll wait for you, Nuada. Whether it is a day or the end of time, I will see you again." Isabella said, closing her eyes. Then she dies in the elf's arms.

Humans didn't turn to stone like Nuada's people. Isabella became limp in his arms and lays there as if she is sleeping. It's harder for Nuada as he hopes to see her wake up.

Tears stream down Nuada's face as it feels as if his heart shatters into millions of pieces. A bellowing cry tears out of his lips as Nuada holds Isabella to his chest. He buries his face into her hair, begging Isabella to wake up.

"This isn't supposed to happen." Nuada cried. "I was going to make you my wife. I was going to make you immortal so we can be together forever." he cried. He clutches the body of his fiancé and refuses to let go.

"Damn it. I missed him."

"Just shoot him again!"

Nuada ceases his crying when he hears new voices. His pain grows cold as it hardens into anger. He wipes the tears from his face as rage consumes him.

Carefully, Nuada lays Isabella down.

She is rested on top of the flowers. Her eyes are closed and looks as if she is sleeping. Isabella looks so beautiful resting on the flowers. If only she was napping.

Slowly, Nuada stands up. In his hand, he is holding the flower crown that Isabella made. It's stained in blood and is crushed but still intact. He refuses to let go of it.

The elf prince turns around and finds a group of human men. They aren't ordinary hunters. These men are soldiers. They were probably patrolling the border when they saw Nuada.

One of them was armed with a bow and arrow. That is the man who killed Nuada's love.

"You killed her." Nuada snarled.

"I was aiming for you, not her. A mere casualty in war." replied the human with a shrug.

His words enraged Nuada greatly. This man killed one of his own and doesn't even care.

"This proves that humans are horrible beings. You killed the only human that I truly cared for." Nuada snarled. "You don't deserve to live. You don't even deserve a merciless death."

The soldiers prepare their weapons. Swords are drawn and bows are notched back. The men believe they have the advantage as they are in a group.

Nuada draws out his swords and stands ready.

Wordlessly, Nuada lunges forward and attacks them. His blades slice through them all. Their throats were sliced open, giving them a slow, painful death. Blood gushes out in a spray as the humans collapse to the ground. The fear of dying is in their eyes. Surely, they regret killing Isabella now.

Usually, Nuada grants humans one mercy: a swift death. But he left these men to die by drowning in their blood. It's what they deserve.

Once they die from their injuries, Nuada turns back toward Isabella's prone form. His anger turns to despair.

"You were too pure for this world, Isabella. They didn't deserve you." Nuada whispered as he falls to his knees and hovers over Isabella. He places the bloody flower crown on her head. Resting his hands on her cheeks, Nuada leans in and gives Isabella a kiss on the lips.

"I will love you forever and always."

[lawsvalentine]

Can I Have This Dance? • OP Men Scenarios • (SFW)

Fem!reader

Characters: Luffy, Sanji, Law,

CW: None, Pure Fluff.

Cee’s note: I am soft™️ 🥺🥺. (Also I originally wanted to include Zoro but i literally cannot imagine him slow dancing sgshdj like my mind was blank trying to come up with something) But oh well, hope y’all enjoy!

Luffy

The straw hats had once again saved a town and in return, the villagers have thrown them a banquet. Luffy had already stuffed himself with the food from the banquet. What’s a better way to blow off steam than to do some dancing. He is quick to drag you on the dance floor with him, which you happily obliged.

You and Luffy were practically dancing like maniacs. You two tend to feed off each other’s energy, so it’s no surprise that you guys are in your own little world, just vibing off each other. It wasn’t until the music slowed and people were starting to couple up is when you both froze and stared at each other awkwardly.

You have always had a crush on your captain but pushed those feelings aside because you didn’t think he would be interested in dating. Also because you were practically best friends and you didn’t want to ruin it by expressing your feelings.

So it took you by surprise when Luffy suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. So close that your noses almost touched. Your face flushed at the closeness and you slowly brought your arms to wrap around his neck. You two start to sway to the rhythm of the music.

“This is kinda weird, right” you say to break the awkward silence.

“Not really, I kinda like it”

Your stomach starts tingling at his words. This boy didn’t know the affect he had on you. Suddenly, Luffy let out his famous chuckle as he studied your body language.

“You know you’re cute when you’re nervous”

Did he just-

“You think I’m cute?” You say, with wide eyes.

“Of course, aren’t you supposed to when you like someone”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Luffy liked you?

“Wait, you like-like me? Like more than a friend?”

“Duhhhh!” Luffy said with a snicker. “Thought it was obvious, Y/N”

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at his confession. Feeling all giddy, knowing your crush liked you back.

“I like-like you too, Luffy”

Luffy gave you a big toothy grin as he spun you around. You too giggling as you continued to dance.

Sanji

The banquet you and the straw hats were at was in full swing with people dancing and drinking and stuffing there faces with food. The music had slowed and people were coupling up quickly and slow dancing. You took a sip from your wine as you sat and observed people. You couldn’t help but notice Sanji get turned down by yet another girl who he had asked to dance with him.

You saw the saddened look on the cook’s face who slumped down in defeat. You felt kind of bad for him. Sure he could be a bit…much with his love for women but at the end of the day he had a good heart and he wasn’t bad looking in the slightest. You downed the rest of your drink, gaining a bit of liquid confidence and marched your way toward him.

“I’ll dance with you Sanji”

Sanji looked up at you, eyes widened and mouth agape. He couldn’t believe his ears, surely you must be mistaken.

You giggled at his dumbfounded look, “You coming or what?”

Sanji sprung up arms wide and eyes filled with hearts, “Y/N-SWA-“

You clamped your hand over his mouth muffling his voice. A few nearby strangers gave you two weird looks before proceeding with their dance.

“Listen, I’ll dance with you but none of that, got it?”

Sanji nodded his head frantically. He would be a fool to mess up this opportunity. You released your hand from his mouth. Sanji grabbed that same hand and placed the back of it to his lips giving it a gentle peck. It was almost like a switch was flipped, because Sanji’s entire demeanor changed from hopeless simp to Mr.Prince.

“Mademoiselle, may I have this dance?”

He bowed slightly as he said it. You couldn’t deny the butterflies you got from his gentleman-like actions. The boy can be quite charming when he wants to be.

You two made your way to the floor to an empty spot. You wrap your arms around Sanji’s neck and his hands found their place holding your waist. Your eyes were locked on each other as you swayed slowly to the music. You felt timid under his gaze. You have never been this up close and personal with Sanji. Was his eyes always this pretty?

His voice took you out of your thoughts. “I think you’re very beautiful Y/N”

You turned your head slightly to hide your blush. “You’re not so bad looking yourself”

Suddenly, you felt yourself be dipped down, Sanji once again having those heart eyes as he started basically asking for your hand in marriage.

You giggle at Sanji’s forwardness. “Slow down lover boy, how bout you take me on a date first.”

“As you wish, princess”

Law

You were reading a romance novel, back rested against the headboard of the bed, patiently waiting for your lover to be finished with his work. You didn’t mind though, fully enthralled with the story you were reading.

Law finally entered your shared private quarters, to find you giggling and blushing at the book in your hand. He gave you a perplexed look, before sitting at the edge of the bed facing you.

“What are you reading, Y/N-ya?”

“Oh it’s nothing, just the main character and her love interest are slow dancing at this ball. I dunno, I always thought it would be really romantic to be asked to dance.”

Law stared at you with an unreadable expression. You suddenly felt embarrassed at your confession, closing the book and setting it by the night stand.

“Forget it, Law, it’s stupid. Let’s just go to bed”

You were about to pull the sheets over you when you felt Law stand from his place on the bed and make his way to you. You saw his hand being held out in front of you. You look up at him with widened eyes.

Were you imagining this? Surely, this can’t be real.

Law smirked at your shocked expression.

“Dance with me, Y/N-ya”

You beamed at him, before placing your hand in his and standing up from the bed. He slowly brought you close to his chest as his other hand rested at your waist. You brought your free arm to wrap around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. You two started to sway, creating your own rhythm despite the lack of music.

His golden orbs gazed down at you with a soft expression. It was rare seeing Law like this. Usually, he is not a big fan of PDA, so most of it is done in private. He may not be the most expressive when it comes to love, but it’s moments like this, where he shows you how much he loves and cares for you. Moments like this that make you fall even more in love with him.

You rest your head on his chest, enjoying being held by him as you both continued to sway to the imaginary music in your heads.

He places a chaste kiss on-top of your head before tilting your head up so he can look at your face.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid Y/N-ya, I would never judge you, my love”

[journalofanoldsoul]

Women Perfume Recommendations

Here are some perfume recommendations based on the main character traits associated with each Venus sign (Natal Chart) :

Venus in Aries: A bold and energetic sign, Venus in Aries women are confident and assertive. They can try fragrances with vibrant and spicy notes such as cinnamon, ginger, and pepper. A recommendation would be "Spicebomb" by Viktor & Rolf.

Venus in Taurus: Known for their sensuality and love for luxury, Venus in Taurus women appreciate earthy and indulgent scents. Look for perfumes with notes of rose, vanilla, and musk. A recommendation would be "Flowerbomb" by Viktor & Rolf.

Venus in Gemini: Venus in Gemini women are curious and social butterflies. They enjoy playful and versatile scents that can transition from day to night. Look for fragrances with fruity and citrusy notes like grapefruit, bergamot, and mandarin. A recommendation would be "Daisy" by Marc Jacobs.

Venus in Cancer: Nurturing and romantic, Venus in Cancer women are drawn to soft and comforting scents. Look for fragrances with notes of jasmine, white flowers, and vanilla. A recommendation would be "La Vie Est Belle" by Lancôme.

Venus in Leo: Dramatic and confident, Venus in Leo women love to make a statement. They can try bold and luxurious scents with notes of amber, oud, and warm spices. A recommendation would be "Black Orchid" by Tom Ford.

Venus in Virgo: Practical and refined, Venus in Virgo women appreciate clean and fresh scents. Look for perfumes with notes of citrus, lavender, and green tea. A recommendation would be "Light Blue" by Dolce & Gabbana.

Venus in Libra: Known for their sense of balance and harmony, Venus in Libra women gravitate towards elegant and romantic scents. Look for perfumes with notes of rose, jasmine, and soft musk. A recommendation would be "Chloé" by Chloé.

Venus in Scorpio: Intense and mysterious, Venus in Scorpio women prefer rich and seductive scents. Look for fragrances with notes of dark fruits, patchouli, and leather. A recommendation would be "Black Opium" by Yves Saint Laurent.

Venus in Sagittarius: Adventurous and free-spirited, Venus in Sagittarius women enjoy energetic and exotic scents. Look for perfumes with notes of citrus, spices, and woody undertones. A recommendation would be "Gypsy Water" by Byredo.

Venus in Capricorn: Timeless and sophisticated, Venus in Capricorn women appreciate classic and refined scents. Look for fragrances with notes of bergamot, vetiver, and sandalwood. A recommendation would be "Coco Mademoiselle" by Chanel.

Venus in Aquarius: Unique and unconventional, Venus in Aquarius women are drawn to avant-garde and futuristic scents. Look for perfumes with notes of lavender, mint, and metallic accents. A recommendation would be "Alien" by Mugler.

Venus in Pisces: Dreamy and romantic, Venus in Pisces women prefer soft and ethereal scents. Look for fragrances with notes of water lily, white musk, and gentle florals. A recommendation would be "J'adore" by Dior.

Remember, personal scent preferences can vary, so it's always best to sample perfumes and choose the one that resonates with you the most.

I hope you have enjoyed this selection. Let me know what's your venus sign and favourite perfume.

Stay tune for more astro posts…

xoxo J.

[ruanais]

-> ☆—I LOVE YOU-! (please confess to me first)

☆—RECIPE : who heard of the Archon of Fontaine being lovestruck? How absurd! Unfortunately, this is the case! So she must make you, her dear friend fall for her first and be the one to confess!

☆—FROSTING: gn reader, furina and reader being flustered, baker! Reader, tons and loads of fluffy fluff (I’m spoiling myself ٩( ᐛ )و struggling to not make this angst ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡) 2nd pov btw!! reader is implied having a crush on Furina, furina’s lovestruck <3

“I HOPE these are to your liking, Furina!” You said, holding out a tray filled with slices of cake, macaroons, cream puffs, coffee, pudding, and a cup of tea.

“whoa! You made them all by yourself?” A shining Furina clasped her hands together. Getting up from her chair and walking to where you are, pulling your arm to a small table, purely reserved for visitors to sit and chat.

“Ahaha, I got mademoiselle Navia’s help, so she took part as well!” You laughed, setting the tray and then taking a sit. “There’s soo much today!” She exclaimed, obviously excited to dig in.

“Come on, hurry! Pour me some tea!” “Yes, yes.” You nodded your head and reached for the teapot, not noticing Furina staring at you adoringly, a slight tint of red on her face.

Oh! How can she, the magnificent God of Justice, the Archon of Fontaine ever confess? Of course she won’t! She’ll make you fall for her instead! And you’ll be the one to confess first! To save her pride, of course.

“Furina? Hello?” Your voice snapped her out of her daze, instantly sitting back up straight again and accepted the cup of tea you offered to her.

“daydreaming again huh?” You chuckled. “You’ll need to stop doing that all the time y’know?” As you hit her on the head lightly as you could but still earned a “ow!” From her.

As she munched on her cake, you poured yourself another cup of tea and cut a slice of cake.

it was quite the funny sight. The God of Justice blushing huffing while inhaling her cake and you eating your cake normally while beaming at Furina.

After you finished your cake, you rested your head on her hand and this time, you were the one to stare.

“hey! [name], are you that shameless? staring at my heavenly beauty arent you?”

Furina smirked as you smiled slightly before agreeing. And while in her stupefied state, you leaned forward and used a napkin to wipe off the frosting on her cheeks, not realising you two were very, very, very close.

Only after you finished wiping away the frosting, did you realise the close distance between you two.

“a-ah. Furina-“

“Mademoiselle Furina! I have urgent news…” a courier trailed off, seeing the intimacy between you two and totally getting the wrong idea.

“This is not what is looks like-“ you rushed to explain but unfortunately (fortunately) our dear Furina saw the chance to make you flustered, cut you off.

“-this is exactly! What it looks like!” She announced, a gleam in her eyes as you stared at her dumbfounded. “…huh?”

ah yes, but let’s not forget about the courier. Standing there confused, he got the message that his Archon wanted to send and hurriedly apologised and slammed the door shut. Leaving you bright red and flustered and Furina proud and her ego once more filled to the brim.

that is, before she realised how fucking cringe that was. ‘Ahhhhhh!! How could I ever say that?!?!?! What would [name] think of me now???” Butterflies irrupting in her stomach and a red face to match, safe to say. She felt like a utter fool.

after staying in that position like statues, (and idiots) the two of you returned back to your normal state (almost. Since the embarrassment was too much-)

ehehe..let’s skip to the next day shall we, dear reader?

you were on a walk, admiring the pretty flowers and trees that grew as yesterday’s past events kept replaying in your mind.

”ehh…it was probably nothing right? Furina wouldn’t say things like that. Yeah. It’s probably a joke..totally..mhm. Mhm. You’re totally overthinking this shit.” You muttered, thoughts racing in your mind until you heard some ladies gossip.

“Did you hear? Lady Furina is with MX. [name]!” “Huh? When did you hear this?” “Just a few hours ago! Apparently a courier walked in them having a moment.” “Ahhhh! How embarrassing!” “I’d say that the courier was more embarrassed…”

Okay. You did not. Expect this at all. Rumours…really do get around quickly huh?

You sighed, a tinest hint of a smile appeared on your lips. You…actually didn’t really mind the rumours. A warm feeling in your chest spread as you headed towards home ready to make pastries again.

you’ll tell her when you get the chance.

Rua’s extra notes: yes, yes! So in the end, Furina got what she wanted!! Reader ends up confessing first :D

Reblogs are appreciated!! @ruanais2023 do not repost, translate without permission

[lemons4sircroc]

this fanart is killing me XD! I listened to “Naked” by Doja Cat while writing this fic, I highly recommend doing the same while reading ;)

Counter (Sanji x FemReader)

Tags: NSFW || 18+ only! / Sanji x FemReader

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You woke up drenched in sweat. The air was so thick. You felt the humidity press down on your skin.

The whole crew had gone to bed with no energy to deal with the heat. You headed down to the kitchen to get a glass of water to ease your quench. As you were going down, you noticed that the light in kitchen was still turned on and you could hear noises. 'Is Luffy sleep walking again?' you asked yourself but once you finally entered the room, you saw Sanji washing the dishes.

He was humming a tune and smoking his cigarette while scrubbing off the crumbs left on the plates from before the battle. No one had taken care of the dishes since then. You stood in the middle of the kitchen waiting for him to notice you, but he was in the zone. You approached the tall cook and he suddenly felt your presence.

He turned around, ready to kick the person standing behind him. "Luffy I told you no more food after we all go to bed! Oh, Y/N-Swaaaaan! What are you doing here my mademoiselle? Do you want some food? Or perhaps tea?" Sanji said grabbing a hold of your hand after realizing you were not Luffy trying to get a snack. "Oh no, don't worry. I just came to grab some water. Do you need help?" you asked pointing at the immense pile of plates and cooking pots.

"No! A lady should never get her hands dirty. Please, allow me to serve you your water." You knew there was no point in insisting so you just nodded your head and Sanji brought your water in a flash.

As you were enjoying your cool water, Sanji got back to cleaning. His shirt was unbuttoned and he had left his tie on the kitchen island. No one could withstand the climate you had entered on the sea. Sanji stopped and wiped his forehead, the heat clearly making it hard for him to keep up.

You couldn't stand seeing him like this. You walked up to a cupboard while he was busy and grabbed a cup to fill it with water. You went next to Sanji and swung your hips to push him away from the sink. "Here. Now leave the rest to me. And if you say no, I'll beat you up. Take a break." you said sternly, handing the water to him. He relaxed his expression and gave in. You continued washing the dishes, eyeing Sanji once in a while to make sure he drank his water.

The dishes were done and now you had to dry them, but you needed a break. Your back was aching from standing. You sat on the counter and grabbed a rag. "Can you put the dishes that I am drying away?" you asked Sanji. "Of course mademoiselle!" Sanji said with heart shaped eyes. You continued with the task at hand. He lit a new cigarette right before and placed it between his lips.

Waiting to hand him the last dish, you reached for his cigarette and took a drag. Sanji grabbed the dish in your other hand and to allow him access to the cupboard underneath you, you parted your legs. He crouched down to rise back up and let out a sigh of relief seeing that the kitchen was finally clean. He watched you bring the cigarette resting between your fingers up to your lips for a second puff. He was between your legs and stayed in that position.

Just before you brought your hand back down, he grabbed your hand and gently brought the tip of the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag, not letting you go. His eyes were closed and his hair was a mess. His other arm went next to your right thigh. You had butterflies in your stomach from his hand caressing yours as he finally let go of it.

He kept his eyes closed, head down and let the smoke out. You saw a drop of sweat trickle from his forehead to his cheekbone so you reached over to wipe it away. As your hand lingered on his face, Sanji looked up and you stayed in this moment, frozen. His eyes were not showing the same emotion as whenever he saw girls, it was deeper than that. You both could feel it. Tension was building in the close space between your bodies.

Sanji quickly grabbed the cigarette that you had kept in your left hand and crushed it in the ashtray that was next to the sink. You followed his swift motion with your head. He returned to you and grabbed your face to bring it in for a kiss. You didn't pull away, you kissed him back. Your hands reached in his opened shirt, grabbing his sides to pull him closer to you.

You felt lacerations on his side and you pulled away to look at them. They were scars from the battle you had previously fought. Protecting you from a pirate, Sanji received some horrible hits. Sanji lifted your chin, bringing your mind back to the present. "Hey don't worry...I'll always protect you, no matter what happens to me." he whispered. "What if you get...you know?" "It's impossible, I can't leave earth knowing you're still alive. Who will protect you?" you chuckled. He pulled you in for another kiss.

Things got heated; he lifted your shirt above your head and then unclamped your bra. He took a break to admire the view in front of him. You could see that he was struggling to keep his composure. Normally, he would have passed out on the floor with blood gushing from his nostrils, but right now he was cool. Or so it seemed. His breath was shaky but he didn't want to waste time, as if you would disappear at any given moment...He wanted to enjoy the moment. You could see his buldge growing bigger and bigger through his black pants.

He left trails of kisses from your neck to your cleavage to your lower abdomen and stopping right at your shorts. He was kneeling at this point. You knew what was coming next so you lifted your lower body to help Sanji removed your remaining clothes.

Your legs resting on his muscular shoulders, he nibbled on your inner thighs and the tingling sensation you felt building only intensified the closer he got. He arrived at your entrance and gulped before looking up to you. You simply nodded, letting him know it was okay to go on.

With his hand, he parted your labia to expose your clit. He kissed it lightly at first to ease in the waters, but rapidly, his masterful skills took over and you were left clutching the edge of the counter and Sanji's hair, your head rolling back. As you moaned his name, you could feel him smile down there. He took so much joy in hearing you say his name as seductively as you were. He had no need to penetrate his fingers inside of you because he knew what he was doing. The only man you had been with to know how to please a woman.

You reached your climax fast, your juices dripping on Sanji's chin. He stood up and wiped his face before grabbing you and pulling you into a kiss. You reached his pants and pulled away to help you take them off. You noticed a wet spot, meaning he came as well. That only aroused you even more. Sanji beat you to his belt and dropped his pants and briefs to his ankles, letting his cock free. It was huge. Bigger than you could have ever imagined. That scared you, but in a good way.

You were about to get down from the counter to give him a taste of your own skills but he stopped you. "Y/N I can't wait..O-Oh...fuuuck!" Sanji moaned as you had seized this moment of vulnerability to spit in your hand and give him a handjob. He had his forehead on yours and was looking down to see you work your magic, his mouth agape with incredulity. Nothing could ruin this moment...except for this.

You heard mumbling and someone walking down the stairs. "M...M" Sanji and you both froze, your hand still on Sanji's cock. The person came down and was now in the kitchen. "M...Meat! Meat." It was Luffy. He was sleep walking again. He headed straight to the fridge and grabbed a couple of chicken thighs left from dinner. Sanji followed him with his eyes full of anger, fighting the urge to not go over there and kick Luffy. You grabbed Sanji by his shirt collar to make him focus on you. Finally Luffy went back up, having no idea what was happening next to him.

Once you confirmed Luffy was back in the boys dorm room by the sound of shuffling feet above you, you grabbed Sanji by the face and pulled him in for a long kiss. "You will scold him tomorrow, for now, I want you." you said spreading your legs further apart. Sanji was now flustered, fighting to not pass out. He lifted your legs by placing his hands under your knees and pulled you closer to the edge to perfectly align himself.

His eyes got lost on your breasts bouncing from the movement, but you snapped him back to reality by moaning out of frustration. He introduced his member in your entrance watching you wince with delight. Once you were used to his growth, he picked up his pace. You were already out of breath, but this got you rolling.

Sanji treated sex like cooking a dish. It was a piece of art that was so intricate, it required the most delicates of movements but with enough power to produce perfection. And that's exactly what you felt. Your walls were eating away at the scene. "Oh Sanji!" you cried from this intense feeling carrying you above clouds.

He grabbed you by the neck to bring you in for a kiss. This passionate kiss you shared was enough to send you to the moon, and you released, your wall tightening around his cock. Your back fell back. Sanji held on to your hips and pulled you closer to him "Y-Y/N..Shit! Fuck fuck!" He squeezed your hips as he released out. Your back was completely flat on the counter, only your legs were still up. Sanji fell on top of you, kissing the crook of your neck.

"Don't go away, this was just an amuse-bouche mon amour." Sanji whispered as he lifted you up to bring you somewhere else.

[vindoesanything]

𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎!

Word count: 825 Furina x Reader

[Upon your arrival to the tall administrative building of Fontaine, Palais Mermonia, you slowly climb up the stairs to her office, finally being able to hang out with Furina after a long day of adventuring. Hopefully, she isn't too busy today... Once you enter the office where Furina resides, you find her on a plush sofa enjoying a delectable and sweet macaron from the assortment of confectionaries on the coffee table before her. While her lovely summoned entourage keeps her company.]

Furina: Mhmm~ This macaron tastes better than yesterday's! Ohoho!~

Y/N: Hey Furina! How is it going?

[Your soft voice caught her attention as she snapped her head in your direction, with a gentle blush hugging her cheeks.] 

Furina: Y-Y/N?!

[This should not be a surprise to Furina - considering the fact that you usually pop out of nowhere when you feel like it - but she still feels a little shocked to have you visit her so casually. Even though she is THE "Hyrdo Archon", it doesn't seem to bother you in any shape or form.] 

Furina: [clears throat] Y/N! What a surprise for you to visit! Have you come to bask in my presence once again?

Y/N: Indeed I do, Mademoiselle Furina.

["Mademoiselle?" That word alone made her flustered to bits as she turned away to hide her embarrassed and now prominent crimson red cheeks.] 

Furina: (Hoo… This is so embarrassing… Are my cheeks red? Oh no… Wait… No! Keep yourself together, Furina! You are the “Hydro Archon” for crying out loud! Show them what you're made of! You can do this! I can do this!!!)

[After mumbling to herself for a moment, she clears her throat once again before she turns back to you with a playful smirk, hoping to get back at you for making her feel butterflies in her stomach.] 

Furina: Oho?~ As much as I love to enjoy a cup of tea with you, I have some important business to attend to at this very moment. Very important! One cannot possibly understand the sheer importance of this very "business."

[What she means by "important business" is her lounging on the sofa with the rest of her delicious confectioneries. Once she tells you the so-called "news," she puffs her chest confidently with her arms crossed in front of her, feeling very smug about her lie as she looks at you with a prominent smirk tugging on her lips.]

Y/N: Wait... Really?

Furina: Mhm! However, since you are a very close friend of mine, maybe I can clear my schedu-

Y/N: No worries! I can visit you another time.

Furina: ...H-Huh?

[That was... That was unexpected. Her proud and smug demeanor immediately drops, leaving a dumbfounded and stunned girl with no clue how to continue.]

Furina: N-Now hold on a minute...

Y/N: Do not worry, Furina! I understand you are a very busy lady. So I will leave you to your meeting.

Furina: H-Hold on a minute, I said!

[Immediately after you clutch the door handle, her body tenses up at the sudden realization of your departure, which suddenly drives her primal instincts to stop you. She quickly hops off the sofa and dashes forward in your direction, almost tripping over herself in the process.]

Furina: Y-Y/N! Let me finish!

[The sound of her annoyed groan was pretty cute as she spun you around before slamming her hands on the door behind you, an attempted “Kabedon” on full display. Unfortunately for her, she is a few inches shorter than you to be somewhat intimidating. Even her face SCREAMS adorable.]

Y/N: ...Cute.

Furina: [blushes] S-SHUDDUP! You...

[A sharp huff leaves her lips before her eyes search for yours with an intense glare, expecting you to be at least uncomfortable or flustered by her proximity.]

Furina: Now that I finally have your attention...

[She clears her throat once again before her hands begin to pull away from the door, letting her proximity linger a little longer, then brushing any dirt off her gloves and straightening herself up to look proper in front of you. Once she is ready, she slowly puts a hand to her chest, making her appear more prideful and confident, and finally declares in a theatrical manner.]

Furina: As I said before, regardless of my “busy” schedule, I have planned to clear my schedule for the whole week. Do you want to know why~?

Y/N: Why?

Furina: [sighs] Because I want to spend time with you! My goodness…

[You know what you were doing. You intentionally play dumb to have her admit her feelings and desires, cracking through that flamboyant facade to see Furina's true self. It is a captivating and fruitful sight to behold, seeing the "Hydro Archon" blush before your very eyes.]

Y/N: Oh well, in that case, I am happy to keep you company on this fine afternoon... Mademoiselle Furina~

Furina: [blushes] W-WOULD STOP CALLING ME THAT!? I-It's not like I enjoy you calling me that... Hehe...

(a/n: It's me again, I was in a deep and wide hole for a while. It was fun while it lasted... But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this blog I cooked up! Cuz I had fun imagining this scenario in my head as I continued writing. (I seriously need to stop putting too much detail into my writing... this was meant to be a mini scenario but my mind said "Nah" and here we are... smh) Anyways, this is Vin, signing out. ;) )

[daydreaming-juna]

Mademoiselle Butterfly by Ogura Akane (trans.)

[beezonia]

Hey guys updated Hebe’s design (lmk if you like it! Or if I should go back to her original design)

Puffed up peacock vibes because Hebe is literally an angry last resort for nath hence why she looks pissed but still so sly

Big peacock feathers that can make up a butterfly for the headpieces and the pattern on the dress

Think lilac mixed with deep blues and deep pinks

It’s simple but Nathalie had no time to go all out!

——

Some songs I link to her!

Mademoiselle Hyde - Laura Fabian

Done for - Epic the musical (Circe saga) it’s her and gabe in this case

Villain - KDA

I’m the bad guy - Wonder over Yonder

[faintingheroine]

Nihal’s Playfulness and Tendency to Imitate Others

I find it so interesting that we first are introduced to Nihal from the point of view of her father as a sickly weeping girl but when we first see her she is a playful child:

“Ah! Nihal’s sorrowful, jaundiced face that seemed to complain of being alive; and in its yellow hue the deceptive joy of a fugitive pink, trembling with the delicacy of a rose that will fade at once. Those eyes that tried to fool you with their smile when she was ill, that tried to lull those around her into contentment, that laughed while deep within, her sickening soul wept. He saw the meaning behind all of these. He remembered at that time, his daughter’s illnesses, the nervous fits, the headaches that began all the way at the nape of her neck and continued for weeks…

Suddenly, he thought he saw Nihal’s sad, weeping face looking at him. For a minute he wished to have this day erased from his life. Yes, today should be erased, today, like all other days, should be spent in unsuccessful battles; he ought not to be defeated. But now the application looked like a step that could not be retracted; he could find no opportunity in his heart to change or to yield the distance he had covered. Behind that ill visage was another, one with dark hair, long lashes, and large, sleepy eyes, full of poetry and youth, that smiled at him maddeningly.”

(Chapter 2)

“Her father listened smiling as she spoke, adding, in that restless, tireless, fidgety manner peculiar to children, a movement to every word that left her lips; now touching something on the table, now slapping her skirts.

‘If you only knew how much fun we had. Mademoiselle was at her strangest today. She was telling Bülent the story of a beggar whom she knew when she herself was a child. So strange! So strange!… This was an old man who had a large piece of bread…’

As Nihal narrated, she put her hands together – hands so thin that one might think the sun could shine right through them – and lifting them to her mouth pretended to eat a huge piece of bread with her colourless lips.

‘Like this! You must see Mademoiselle do it… You know, Bülent? When he was laughing with that bell-like laugh of his, everyone in the garden was looking at us. Let us tell Mademoiselle to do it for you at the dinner table, father dear…’

Now she was kneeling on the carpet, leaning on her father’s knees, and relating the sights she had seen in the Bebek Gardens down to the smallest detail, like a capricious butterfly flitting here and there. Then suddenly, between her chatter she asked with a serious face, ‘where did you go, now tell me, where did you go secretly from us?’”

(Chapter 2)

And she never loses this playful side that likes to imitate even as she grows up:

“This wedding story gave strength and liveliness to the comedic bent in Nihal. The whole wedding house drifted before Adnan Bey’s eyes in fragmented scenes ornamented with oddities and amusements. After she had drawn an imagined wedding scene, like an inspired artist who creates life with two strokes of a pencil, she was standing before her father, and imitating the bride who sulked in order to look serious.

‘Only think,’ she was saying, ‘hours will pass by, days will pass by, and you will always be like this, always sulking. It’s as if you regret being a bride, as if you resent all of these people who have come to see you… And then afterwards, no, even before…’

Nihal was raising her finger in an admonishing gesture. ‘There is another thing too, as disgusting as this is laughable,’ she was saying. Then, in order to recount the lady who sat on the floor cushion, she was sitting down on the carpet, closing her eyes, swaying her head slowly from side to side to the intoxicating melodies of the saz, and throwing out the blessing, ‘ah! Long may you live!’

(Chapter 13)

“‘Because!.. Because!..’ Nihal said, imitating him. ‘Do you know who you sounded like when you said that? Mlle de Courton!.. She was always answering me like that. Whenever I asked her a difficult question,’ — Nihal was taking on Mlle de Courton’s French accent — ‘she would nod her head, and say, “because”. Oh! These half-answers have caused me to lose so much. See, now I will never be able to understand why everyone gets married.’

As she spoke, Nihal was pretending to be forlorn, but all of a sudden she thought of something.”

(Chapter 18)

“She had kissed Bihter, she reached her forehead to Firdevs Hanım, and then she talked of her white room, of her aunt, of her outings, with the vivacity of a chatty canary. She was finding comical words, imitating her aunt, and laughing intermittently. She even told Bihter that they had chanced to see someone when they had gone out for a ride among the pines last night.

‘Guess who we happened to see,’ she was saying.

Bihter, completely pale, noting only that Nihal and Behlül had been out in the carriage together, but trying to look disinterested, asked, ‘who?’

(Chapter 20)

I am not saying that Nihal is a stand-up comedian but she definitely is a character that has more than one setting and does prove herself to be Bülent’s sister and Behlül’s cousin. It is an interesting contrast to how she is usually typified as the “sad girl” both by other characters and the readers.

[tigerballoons]

Thanks for the tag @anthonymire!!

Take your 3 most recently liked songs on Spotify (or the first 3 that pop up on shuffle, whichever you want) and you have to 1) choose a line from each song to be a fic title and 2) tell me the genre of fic it would be and any other fic description you feel inspired to include.

I also don't use Spotify. Let's see how badly I get called out...

Butterflies and Hurricanes, Muse

Unexpected and hard, ok. I think this could work for James though. "Change everything you are and everything you were"? "You've got to be the best"? But also, "Don't let yourself down, don't let yourself go". It's a fic about his determination to become someone, to be defined by something other than his birth, but the persona gets a bit out of hand and maybe he's turning into someone he doesn't want to be. TBH, I'm going for the song title I think.

(This would also work for Ralph...)

2. Big Bad World, Kodaline

Now this feels like more of a Frank song. We're all out here on our own trying to make something of our lives. I'm stealing or adapting "carrying our dreams and all that they mean" for the title. But again it seems very Ralph too. Maybe I'll alienate both audiences and do alternating sections like look at these two Navy men! A hundred years apart and miserable in very similar ways!

3. Michael, Franz Ferdinand

Are you shitting me? How am I meant to do anything with this. It's too iconic.

I did have some OCs who were idiot teen boys but the story is very old and wildly implausible

Tagging: @argyleheir, @mademoiselle-red, @carrotcakecrumble, @renaultphile

[ms-nunuvurbsness]

Ack, sorry. Marimoth 49 (for now.😈)

49. Kiss ... out of necessity

This situation was ludicrous. 

It may seem hilarious from an outside perspective, but she did not feel like laughing. At all.

After a day full of courses, worrying about finding an internship next year and an abnormal amount of mishaps - seriously, she lost count of how many times she had misplaced something or pricked her fingers accidentally while sewing today! - she had been ready to come home and fling herself onto her bed. Dressing and eating could wait. She was far too exhausted to care about anything.

But no.

No, this day just had to turn from bad to worse when, after five years of blessed silence, a new Akuma decided to show up.

At first, she had no idea what was happening. She was walking home when she saw a couple frantically clinging to each other while trying to evade the edges of a strange shimmering barrier surrounding them.

Of course, she had run over to try and help, but before she could do anything, a high-pitched voice screeched: "You will not ruin their first kiss! I will not let you break apart this perfect match!"

Suddenly, she was plucked from the streets and flying towards the starless sky. There had been sounds of distress from other people around her, but she could hardly make out what they were shouting because the Akuma kept complaining about her ruined day right into her ear.

Tell me about it.

That had been her last thought before she had realised she was flying right towards the lit-up Tour Eiffel - without any sign of slowing down. She didn't even have time to react when she got deposited roughly on one of the crossbeams. The Akuma hadn't wasted any time, hitting her with a light beam before leaving for the city again. Temporarily blinded, Marinette had tried to keep her balance, frantically waving her arms to find any purchase. Thankfully, somebody had grabbed her and prevented her from tumbling down.

Once she was somewhat steady on her feet again, she had turned towards her rescuer - and had lost any manner of speech once she saw a silver butterfly mask staring right back at her. Her heart had plummeted at the realisation that the Akuma had brought her to Paris' most notorious villain.

Hawk Moth.

Her mind had started racing.

Why was she here?

Did he know she was Ladybug?

Was he about to demand her Miraculous?

Should she transform? But this would be a bad idea! Because what if he didn't know-

"Are you alright?"

Her thoughts had screeched to a halt. Had she heard right? A question which she had articulated with an intelligent: "What?"

"I asked whether you're alright," he had repeated, enunciating each word with slight impatience.

She had blinked, taken aback. That had been the last thing she had expected of him: inquiring about her well-being. 

Was this some trick?

 "I... I am?" Despite sounding more like she was asking him, he had accepted her answer with a nod.

He had then turned away from her, facing forward towards the shining city with his gloved hands folded atop his cane. His following words had surprised her even more. "Don't worry, mademoiselle. I will handle this situation immediately."

She would've laughed had she not been so apprehensive over his true intentions.

Not worry about Hawk Moth? That would be a first.

But as the minutes passed, it became apparent that he didn't plan on doing anything to her. On the contrary, he seemed to have forgotten about her existence altogether. He was more preoccupied with haggling quietly with the Akuma, the glowing outlines of a butterfly framing his eyes. His low tone became increasingly more threatening the longer it took to convince the Akuma to cooperate.

She had tried to focus on his words but was quickly distracted by the butterfly brooch on his purple suit. His Miraculous was so close in reach that it seemed almost too easy to lunge forward and take it. She would lie if she said she hadn't contemplated doing it. But she knew she hardly stood a chance as her civilian self. And she would not risk revealing herself to him. That was out of the question.

Therefore, all that was left was to stay put while trying to ignore the dizzying height and the dangerous proximity to her sworn enemy.

So this was where she was now: trapped on the Tour Eiffel with Hawk Moth at night.

At first, she had wondered why he hadn't simply taken her to a safer place where they could each go their own way. He obviously didn't need her for anything. So much time had passed, yet the only thing he had done was argue with the Akuma or just silently glare at the city as if it was responsible for his misfortune. For a moment, she had been afraid that he would leave her any moment now, but curiously, he stayed where he was.

The answer to her musings appeared right at the corner of her eye, shimmering golden when the city lights hit it at the right angle. 

A barrier.

It was just like the one she had seen that couple surrounded with.

Distinctly, she remembered being hit by a light beam from the Akuma. Right. So that's what the attack did.

Squinting, she tried to study the barrier but soon grew irritated with her lack of progress. It kept shifting in and out of visibility like a living thing, making it difficult to catch any potentially meaningful details.

She contemplated whether there was a possibility to phase through the semi-invisible wall.

Just as she raised her hand, about to probe it lightly, a stern voice interrupted her advance. 

"Don't touch it."

Her body froze. Slowly, she turned her head in his direction, glancing up at him with apprehension. "Why not?" 

"It will burn you if you do, " he stated plainly.

As if to prove his point, the barrier contracted slightly, inching closer towards the pair. 

Marinette was too slow when trying to snatch her hand out of reach, her fingers accidentally grazing the surface of the magical bubble. Pain shot up her arm, and she bit back a surprised yelp. Staggering, she tried to move away but, in doing so, almost lost her balance all over again.

Hawk Moth reached out reflexively, ready to catch her if she were to slip. She managed to steady herself with effort, her legs still shaking from the adrenaline rush. Only when she finally stood still did she grow aware of his hand hovering over her back, fingers slightly brushing over her thin blouse. A shiver ran down her spine at the butterfly light contact.  

Noticing her reaction, he withdrew, placing his hand back atop the other on his cane. 

From the corner of her eye, she saw the glowing butterfly shape reappear around his eyes again.

He wasted no time showing his displeasure.

"I thought I made my instructions clear. Come back this instant. Stop fooling around with your powers and reverse the damage you have done."

There was a pause in which the Akuma apparently argued her case.

"No, this is not "doing good" or helping. This is causing mischief out of pettiness. It was not part of the deal, " he replied coldly.

Marinette raised an eyebrow.

"Doing good"?

She hardly had the time to think more about that before the barrier moved again, getting tighter around them. Any more, and she would be burned again.

Swallowing, she willed her - once again - shaky legs to move, sliding one baby step after another away from the danger zone. Being unsure of her footing, she made the mistake of glancing down towards her feet. A sense of vertigo rolled over her, making her freeze in terror.

Oh God, oh God, this is too high, oh God, oh no-

"Hold onto my arm. And don't look down."

His gruff voice startled her out of her racing thoughts. Trembling and wide-eyed, she accepted his offer without question. Their eyes met, and despite his mask covering a significant part of his features, she could see frustration written all over his face. But more than that, he looked resigned. Weary.

Uncomfortable, she averted her eyes to the side. Instead, she eyed the distance left between them and the edge of the barrier. It was alarmingly small. Three more contractions, and there would be no escape.

"There must be another way to break out of this, " she muttered.

"I'm already working on that."

"Yes, I can see how well this is going for you."

He turned away once again, resuming his glower towards the city. She thought that was the end of the conversation and was about to get worried over her impulsive reply when he continued: "The other option would be to wait for Ladybug and Chat Noir to show up and solve this." 

Unwittingly, the corners of her mouth twitched. 

He had ground this out with such annoyance she couldn't help the small bubble of amusement flickering through her chest. That was something she was familiar with: his blatant dislike of Paris' heroes.

This small bout of nostalgia didn't last long, however. There was another problem: Chat Noir had told her at their last night patrol that he would be out of commission for a few weeks. He would travel to a different country - not too far away, so she could still reach him. But he had warned her that there would be a significant delay if he were to help her. So the only other hero who could've done something right now was trapped herself. And she couldn't call Chat Noir because then she would have to transform.

Out of the question, out of the question, out of the question. Think, Marinette! There is a way to break out of this without giving up your identity! There must be!

She bit her lip, her fingers unconsciously tightening around his arm.

It didn't help when the barrier shifted closer to them again.

Closing her eyes in concentration, she envisioned the trapped couple from before. What was it that the Akuma had said when she had tried to help them? Why had she prevented her from going near them?

Something about-

"You will not ruin their first kiss! I will not let you break apart this perfect match!"

The words resounded like a distant echo within her mind, making her world tilt at a dangerous angle. She blanched.

First kiss.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no, don't tell me I- ?!

How absurd! No way! There must be something she was overlooking!

But time was short, and her frantic thoughts always circled back to the same awful conclusion. This limited supply of information was all she had. She didn't have anything else to go on.

A small, high-pitched giggle escaped her, sounding about as breathless as she felt. Give it a minute, and she might start crying on top of that. Of course. Of course, this type of ridiculous thing could only happen to Marinette.

"What is it?"

The cautious tone of his voice filtered through her panic-stricken mind, yet she couldn't bring herself to meet his stare. It wasn't bad enough to be stuck with her enemy. No. Apparently, the Akuma wanted her victims to share a first kiss - only because her own had been interrupted.

A first kiss with Hawk Moth.

It was that, or give up her superhero identity.

Pick your poison, Marinette.

"Mademoiselle?"

There was also something else she realised. Hawk Moth talked to his victims through a telepathic connection. Therefore, he knew their thoughts and feelings. And by giving them their powers, he also knew what they were capable of. Which meant he was familiar with how each and every attack of theirs worked.

"You know, " she breathed.

"Beg your pardon?"

Finally, she looked up at him. "You know how to get out of this."

Outwardly, he showed no sign. His expression remained infuriatingly neutral. He didn't even blink. "Well, of course. That is why I've been trying to talk-"

"No, don't pretend to misunderstand! You know very well how to get rid of this barrier without the Akuma! " she interrupted him, before he could continue with his made-up excuse. His blind insistence on pursuing this idea made her more confident in her dreadful theory.

She got further proof when something flickered in his eyes. Something that was gone as fast as it had appeared. It was too late, though.

Gotcha.

"I have no idea what you're speaking of," he said, a warning edge to his tone.

Oh, so he was going to make it difficult. But there was no time.

Because, at that instant, the barrier shifted so close, it would definitely touch them with its next contraction.

Mind made up, she decided to act before she could think. 

With a snarl, she grabbed his lapels and forcefully yanked him down towards her, meanwhile pushing herself up to meet him. She pressed her lips to his, her vice grip keeping them locked together for the moment - making sure this act met the magical requirements for their release.

Her heart kept pounding a warning beat as they teetered dangerously close at the edges of the crossbeam, somehow evading the lethal fall by pure luck. 

She had squeezed her eyes shut to spare herself the embarrassment of his reaction. The sudden tension in his body spoke volumes nonetheless. 

Two heartbeats passed with nothing happening.

Then she felt one of his hands press down on her shoulder, his fingers digging into her skin almost painfully.

Gasping, she tore herself away from him, immediately casting a look over her shoulder. She tried to ignore her flushed face, squinting through her blurry vision to try and figure out whether they had succeeded. There were no flashes of gold as far as she could see. That alone, however, wasn't enough to confirm her suspicion, so she raised one of her hands and tentatively reached out toward the empty air. 

There was no pain nor any resistance.

A flash of relief passed through her, lessening the tension from her frame.

So she had been right. They really had to- !

Well.

At least it was over now.

That was when she grew aware of a hand resting on her shoulder, its grip not as bruising anymore, but its weight still heavy on her conscience.

She herself was holding onto his lapels, unwilling to let go and refusing to look up. His body remained tense, and his unnatural stillness was foreboding. She knew she needed to say something fast, or else, she felt, he would explode on her.

"I'm sorry, monsieur," she muttered, half meaning it, half defiant. "It was the only thing I could think of."

And it had worked.

When he didn't answer, her heart sank. That was it. He was probably going to leave her up here. Or worse. Maybe he would throw her over the edge for her audacity.

She cringed inside when he let out a forceful exhale, preparing herself for the worst. What that might've been, she would never find out.

Her eyes widened when he suddenly bent down and picked her up. He shifted her to a more comfortable position in his arms while simultaneously managing to hold onto his cane. She frowned. Opening her mouth, she was about to question his intentions. What left her lips instead was a silent scream as he jumped over the edge without any warning.

Their fall was occasionally interrupted by him landing on one ladder or crossbeam and then jumping to the next. This way, they could steadily descend the many levels of the tower. Eventually, they reached the safe and solid ground.

This whole time, he had said nothing to her. He hadn't even spared her a glance. The longer this oppressive silence persisted, the worse she felt about her actions, no matter how justified. 

Had it been reversed, she knew, she would've been furious. God, she would've despised him for it! 

But she had to face the truth.

He could've done to her what she had done to him and just left her then and there once they were free. But he hadn't. Instead, he had insisted on trying to convince the Akuma to reverse the attack. And not only that. The very first thing he had done was prevent her from plunging to her death. And despite being preoccupied with his negotiations, he had stayed aware of her safety, helping whenever he felt she was in danger. Even now, he had chosen to bring her down rather than leave her behind as punishment.

This Hawk Moth was a stranger to her. She didn't know what to make of his unusual change in demeanour. 

But she couldn't ignore the suffocating heaviness in her chest anymore.

So when he set her down, she kept her grip on his lapels, holding him in place as she gathered the right words. Breathing in, she braved herself to look him in the eyes. He needed to realise that she meant what she was about to say.

"Monsieur, I'm really sorry, I-"

He didn't let her finish.

"Spare me your incessant apologies."

She flinched at his biting tone.

Noticing her reaction, he paused, his eyes studying her face in quick saccades. He must've found something in her expression because some of the severity seemed to leave his features. 

Closing his eyes, he sighed.

When he spoke again, his voice had lost its cutting edge. "You did what was necessary at that moment." Reaching up, he closed his hands around her fists and carefully loosened her grip on his clothes.

Her breath hitched. "Still..."

She clamped her mouth shut when he gave her a look. 

"I don't want to hear any more of it." He didn't let her go. Not yet. Instead, he tightened his hold on her hands, letting her know the weight of his following words. "Let us both do ourselves a favour and forget this incident."

Slowly, she nodded. She wanted to do nothing more than that.

Satisfied with her agreement, he released her. "Well, then..."

"Thank you."

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. It was too late to take them back now.

He tilted his head. "For what?"

Does he think I'm thanking him for the kiss?

The unbidden thought made her flush in mortification, and she immediately shoved it into the deepest recesses of her mind.

"F-for rescuing me. I could've died had you not saved me!"

After a beat of silence, he inclined his head. "Any time, mademoiselle."

Having finally cleared up the situation, they exchanged goodbyes, and she watched him vanish into the night. She stayed there for a while, eyes unfocused while gathering her composure. Soon, she also left the scene.

Paris was still in need of Ladybug's intervention, after all.

There was one problem, however, she would not be able to solve.

Both Hawk Moth and Marinette would fail at their agreement to forget the events of this evening.

[labrxnth]

RE4Remake Trio Headcannons

Is ambidextrous but only with all of his weapons, right handed with everything else

Has like 4 different butterfly knives and spins them whenever he has them in his hand

Actual Karaoke fiend (once he gets drunk enough)

Karaoke go to is either Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson or some 80s pop song

Smells like firewood, bourbon and vanilla

Would 100% watch baby sensory videos if he was like this in today's day and age (favorite would be Fruit Smoothie)

When some dumb shit happens, he looks around for a camera like a character on The Office

Him being grumpy is just because he's hangry

Confused Aurizzm

Disaster Bisexual

Ambidextrous

Dumbs himself down when not in scientist mode (his brain stays in his workplace)

Karaoke fiend even sober

Go to Karaoke song is I Will Always Love You and scream sings it with the "HOLY SHIT" added to it

Masks his scent of rubbing alcohol with Dior (like a lot of it)

Would make Baby Sensory videos, but in the middle of them it would just be a still image of face in a ring camera for like 30 seconds with no sound. Sends them to Leon and watches him have a breakdown over it

When dumb shit happens, he just shrugs and adds fuel to the fire

Would 100% wear sunglasses everywhere he went

Confident Aurizzm

Furious Pansexual

Left Handed

Makes little charm bracelets in her spare time

Asked to be taken to Karaoke, but takes a while to warm up

Go to Karaoke Song is Complicated by Avril Lavigne

Smells like either Coco Mademoiselle or Chance by Chanel

Would enjoy baby sensory videos, but mainly asks Leon if he's okay when she walks in on him pulling his hair out staring at the screen

When dumb shit happens, she goes into problem solving mode

Role model is Daphne from Scooby-Doo

ADHD

Lesbian

[cutiecrpze]

Mirana Rosehearts

Name: Mirana Rosehearts

Nicknames: Mira ( Exclusive to Riddle, and Riddle alone.),Lady Rosehearts, Butterfly Fish (Floyd), Mademoiselle Rose ( Rook).

Age: 16

Birthday: April 3rd

Height: 153cm

Species: Human

Family: Mother, Aunt, “Brother”( Actually her cousin)

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Twisted from: The White Queen (Alice in Wonderland)

Class: 1-A

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Occupation: Student

Club: Pop Music Club

Best Subject: Magic Analysis

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Cherry Clafoutis

Least Favorite Food: Caviar

Likes: All types of music, Dancing, History books, Trey’s baked goods, Spending time with her “brother”, New experiences.

Dislikes: Her Aunt, Bugs, Arguments.

Talents: Dancing

Hobbies: Reading, Having tea, Playing piano.

UM: Go Forth, My Soldiers; When cast on a specific target, one of the four main card symbols will appear over their heads, each one signifying a certain aspect of their magic being strengthened:

Heart: Attack

Spade: Defense

Clover: Healing

Diamond: Any combination of skills mentioned above.

Personality:

The younger Roseheart is as well mannered as her supposed brother, always using eloquent and appropriate language that best fits whatever situation she’s in. She is often described by others as kind and polite. She calls her own Housewarden brother, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Though she may be kind, it’s best if you do not try to take advantage of her, you wouldn’t want to incur the housewarden’s wrath, now would you?

Backstory:

Though Mirana may call the Heartslabyul housewarden brother, Riddle is actually her cousin. Her mother, negligent of her own child, often left her in the hands of Riddle’s mother, who wished to shape the young lady into the type of woman she thought was commendable.

Her aunt would never cease her comparisons of Mirana and Riddle, praising her son whilst reprimanding Mirana for doing anything she deemed “Unladylike”. She watched what became of her cousin and vowed that she would never let her aunt control her like she did to Riddle.

So, she became a master of playing a part, becoming the woman her aunt wanted her to become, at least on the surface. Mirana was as skilled at magic as her cousin, so it was only natural that she too, would be sent to Night Raven College.

Trivia

Mirana is actually the name used for The White Queen in Tim Burton’s rendition of Alice in Wonderland

Her and her brother both share a love for Strawberry Tarts

She’s memorized almost every one of the Queen’s rules.

[khuzena]

Affection

Chamber x fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, tiny angst, just wholesome, trust issues, fic based on Valentine- laufey♡

Summary: chamber courting reader and doing sweet stuff but reader is too scared of affection, maybe they'll end up together?

Go listen to the song for extra butterflies in your stomach, dont worry IM legit doing your request im over my tiny hiatus i think

♡♡

When you were younger, people used to come and go, getting what they wanted from you and left the moment when they got it. A splash of water on you at school back then, been a scapegoat for the classes issues and the main topic on comedy. Such actions broke down your trust for anyone, one by one.

So you were typically afraid of relationships, a man would extend his palm to you to court you but you've learnt to trust yourself and yourself only, slapping the hand away and earning a nickname from some people back then, 'Philophobic asshole'.

Thus you were dumbfounded, ears still ringing when chamber held your palm and kissed it softly, politely asking for your love.

"I love you, When I first met you at the monotone walls of the base, your beauty truly pulled me into a trance, you're kindness and accepting demeanor makes my heart flutter, so mademoiselle, may I be your lov—"

He was abruptly cut off when you looked down on him and when you said, "No."

"W-wait what?" He stood there shocked with a rose in his fingertips.

"No means no."

Chamber looks really disheartened, his shoulders slumped but you just wouldn't budge by his stupid antics.

He looks you straight in the eye and asked, "Can I atleast court you? I might change your mind, my dear."

Maybe you could give him a chance?

Like an angel and a devil on your shoulder like some shitty cliche, some part was telling you to at least give him hope then crush it later on to find out why he's truly pursuing you but then again even you yourself is not that cruel.

"Alright, fine. Only for 2 months I guess." You said before you stared at your wristwatch and looked it gloomily.

The man opened his eyes very wide on hearing this before replying, "I'm ending my courtship right before valentine? You truly are cruel"

You pressed your lips together and clenched your jaw in annoyance, "If I was that cruel, I would've punched you in the face before you even finished your sentence."

The next day, your eyes fluttered open, head still aching from an intense training yesterday.

As you start to be aware of your surroundings, the aroma of brewed coffee entered your nostrils, and there was a man infront of you, sitting on the armrest with a book in hand and he smelled like coffee.

"Oh, you're awake mon chou, here, have some coffee" he said while watching you rub your eyes to see him clearly.

"Thank you cham- wait why are you here?!" You croaked out until you regained your senses and realized he randomly entered your room with no permission whatsoever, yes, you appreciate the coffee but you felt uncomfortable.

"How long have you been here?!?"

The man infront of you pushed up his glasses and only gave you a soft smile, "Atleast 30 minutes ago"

"How did you even get in here and why are you even here?!" You screamed his ear drums off but he was very unwavering even though you're close to almost castrating him.

Chamber clasped the book in his hands and placed it onto a table which you also see a hot brewed coffee next to it, it was your favorite one too.

You only stared at him with a disgusted expression and sat up, "Thanks for the coffee but get out."

"What why?" He asked again but he squinted his eyes when you stood up and pushed him outside your door and gripped the door knob so you can get him out.

You sigh, "Look, I appreciate your efforts but fucking god you scare the shit out of me, you're suddenly right next to me and random shits, I don't trust you at all."

"Love, I'm sorry, can you forgive me? I'll even buy you a—"

"Save your money for someone who wants it, also stop calling me love im not your girlfriend so don't even think about doing that shit." You say in return and slammed the door on his face.

He stood outside, dumbfounded again until yoru walked pass by him and noticed him; yoru snickers and silently laughs to himself when he sees chamber absolutely rejected before saying, "Guess they really don't want your shitty french ass?" He said in a cocky tone.

Chamber rolled his eyes and replied, "Oh please, shut up."

"Pfft, atleast im not getting rejected." Yoru laughed again.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too you piece of shit."

The next few weeks he spent his days trying to coerce you into finally being his lover, even buying you anything you liked and putting small letters and flowers on your desk, nonetheless, you still stood strong against his ministrations and even installed locks on your door; though when you wake up you still end up getting a tiny romantic note under your doorstep.

This time, instead of sweet love letters or an extravagant date you received nothing at all from chamber.

Usually you felt at ease when the french man didn't bother you but it seems like his presence grew on you, now you were subconsciously missing him to your dismay.

You found yourself blowing his phone up from spamming messages to him, there's definitely something wrong.

(message app)

Chamber?

Are you still there?

Chamber??

...

Love?

Wait no no

I know you're seeing this

Where are you????

???

-seen by

idiot french man-

...

Fuck.

Your fingertips tapping the call button over and over again but he kept rejecting your calls, until he was finally on call and you were relieved but that relief was gone in an instant when the screen was just black and the small sounds of sniffling was heard from the speaker.

"Chamber..?" Your voice quavering from concern and from the crisp, cold air.

Meanwhile from the other side, chamber was under his blankets and gripped his sheets tightly, not uttering a single word in call as he only listens to your shouts from the speaker, asking him if he ate already and if he was alright.

Then, he hung up quickly and you only looked down on your screen as you felt like you hit a dead end. Love makes a man crazy, you were not even aware of what you were feeling for him as you got to your car and drove to his apartment.

When you got there, it was quiet but you banged on his door, screaming at him to let you in.

The door opened but he wasn't there, some high tech shit you don't understand, he must've did some techie shit to open it.

Your eyes wandered and looked through every crevice to find him, until you stumbled open the sight of him curled up in his bedroom and his eyes puffy from crying.

"I-I why are you crying? You're not usually like this."

He takes notice of your presence but instead of playing it off as a joke he only glared at you- it wasn't anger, it was more of a saddened one.

"Did I do something? That upset you? Then I'm sorry for being really shitty and mean to you, and I—" you were abruptly cut off when he pulled you towards him, he made space in his blanket and held you like that.

Both of your bodies were buried under the covers, yet you can see his silhouette from the dim light peering in as your face crooked against his neck, you inhale the smell of his cologne while gently stroked small strands of your hair.

Every fiber in your body was aching to get away but your face flushed not in embarrassment but what it feels like– love?

Affection?

You've never known it.

But.

When he breathes slowly that you could feel and hear everything, his heart beating and every second you could feel your heartbeats syncing...

But it was like he came back to his senses though your eyes locked and it was like the world stopped moving for a moment.

"I'm sorry for doing this out of the blue—" he tried to keep his composure but a small tear rolled down his cheek.

You question him, "Why are you even crying, this isn't like you."

"Because I'm afraid if you saw me vulnerable like this," he shifts the blankets over you held you tighter, "You'd leave me"

"I'm not even dating you.." you said before nestling your head closer on his shoulder.

"Listen, I felt uneasy today, some nightmare that you disappeared and I could never find you again— I don't certainly expect myself to cry over a woman I've only courted for almost 2 months but you're different." He states in between his pathetic sniffles; cute pathetic sniffles, you thought.

You were confused, honestly.

Some people usually had no interest in you, not because you weren't beautiful enough, it's just that you had a rough exterior, too rough in fact. But this man, the man in front of you worked hard to gain your approval, it feels pathetic honestly- for both you and him but when he vents his worries to you it seems like your hardened untrusting heart turns melts into something mushy, soft something resembling affection, something you've never experienced since a long time ago.

"I think we should stop." He says with strong conviction.

You were stunned by his sudden shift in demeanor, then you pleaded him, "Why?"

The lights illuminated against his soft skin as he say up, the sad expression written on his face confused you even more, he was basking in your affection then wants to leave it in a split second?

"It feels wrong, I won't even have the chance to court you tomorrow, it's just valentines day and if I stay any longer than you I'll feel bad." He looked down and shifted his gaze onto you.

Then you gulp and stare at him with eyes threatening to let a tear fall, a dam if you want to over exaggerated; But it was as if a light bulb turned on in your head, a new idea it seems.

Over the past 2 months maybe, just maybe, you changed your mind. Maybe, just maybe, you can tolerate this idiot of a french man.

You then sat up and slowly leaned forward, your fingertips tracing from his wrist to his neck and onto his cheeks, he couldn't react and was frozen in the moment as your lips kissed his.

At that moment, he just sat still, secretly wishing this moment was eternal but you pulled away from his touch and you were trying to avoid his sunken eyes.

It was as if he's seen a ghost as he only stared into the abyss and his hands crept to his lips, trying to process what just happened and in his mind right now, he's crying, screaming inside because the girl he fell for just kissed him like that- he's kissed many girls in the past but none of them made him feel giddy inside, hell Chamber feels like his heart is about to explode and jump out of his ribs.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked.

You laughed, "No, you're not."

"But we're not dating?"

"I changed my mind, maybe I do like you."

"You're not joking right?" He profusely asked you and his worried expression made you feel like cry laughing on the spot but you want to save him from the embarrassment.

"Why would I? If I didn't like you I'd file a restraining order" you sarcastically said before you pushed the sheets away from you.

His eyebrows quirked into confusion from your sudden movement, "Where are you going, mon ange?"

"Oh nothing"— you tried to fan yourself and tucked your hair to the back —" It was really hot inside the comforter, sorry hehe"

"And also using pet names the second I say we're a thing? Wow you're fast" you added.

Chamber fidgeted but cleared his throat, "Oh oui mon amour, I truly love you and wish to spend my days with you."

"Oh wow, you're back to normal"

"Yes"

"Good, so I was wondering if you have any idea where we should go to for our valentines date tomorrow."

A look of suprise crossed his place before he reached for something to his side which seems like a tablet and started scrolling through his screen.

"Hey what are you doing?" you asked before pausing and leaning over to his side to see what he was checking and oh. It's just a bunch of 'where you should take your girlfriend on a date'

He was taken aback and hid the screen to his right, "Hey don't look, mon trésor."

"Why not? And why are you searching for date ideas? Don't you have any ex girlfriends before and know exactly what to do?" You frowned and pout then peered over his shoulder.

"Ma chérie, I've had experience before but I want to make it special so I need ideas."

You both laughed and spent the entire night talking about date ideas for your valentines date tomorrow, softly kissing each other and holding each other in a tight embrace like cliche but it doesn't matter.

The moment you woke up, he was sleeping soundly to your side, saliva rolling down his chin it made you giggle.

'I blinked and I suddenly had a valentine.'

Did you enjoy this fic as I did writing this lmfao? Apparently crying over a paragraph is bullshit when writing so i decided to just go fuck it and start writing non stop on this fic, holy crap i actually like this fic ngl