#Lynette Mirror

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Otoge heroines as LIs

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Out Of Touch (Cupid Parasite)

I have done it!

I had a severe need to write Lee!Allan and just general Cupid/Allan content and I finally got around to it! :D Here's some fluffy Cupid Parasite content on a Monday! :3

Possible spoilers for Allan's route down below!

Summary: Allan's always initiating touch, not that Lynette minded. She decides one day to initiate it first and learns something rather exciting about her boyfriend.

Hands came around her waist, resting against her stomach as Allan’s sultry smelling cologne filled her nose. He rested his chin against her shoulder, nuzzling it gently as he murmured sweet nothings in her ear. “Good morning to you too, Allan.”

“Hmm.” He kissed her pulsepoint, sending shivers down her spine and making her toes curl. “Good morning, my darling. Did you sleep well last night?”

“You know I always do when you’re around.” She leaned back into him as he gently rocked her, his chest warm against her back and his favorite fluffy shirt tickling her arms. “What about you? Did you sleep?”

“Nah, I was too busy admiring how cute you looked.” He kissed her again, this time on her blushing cheeks. “Besides, you and I both know I don’t need to.”

It was true- Allan was an incubus. A being who feasted off dreams and rarely needed anything else. Most nights he held her in his arms while she dozed off, but sometimes she’d wake to find him looking out the window in thought or even gone- a note saying he was taking a moment to “savor the most exquisite dream.” He always came back before dawn, apron on and ready to make whatever you desired for breakfast. Still, he worried her when he did that.

“Still- don’t wander too far off. You might get lost.” She turned in his arms, wrapping them around his waist and looking up into those ruby red eyes. “I’d have to put out missing posters- ‘Have you seen my boyfriend?’ with your face on them. Though- I don’t think any woman who finds you is gonna bring you back to me.”

Allan snickered, hugging her to him. “Even if I do get lost, I’ll always come back. No one can chain me to them but you.”

“Chain?” She felt a little deterred at such a comment.

“Willingly. Tie me up, chain me to your soul, lock me your heart and throw away the key- I’ll happily be your prisoner of love.” He winked, making her giggle and slap at him.

“Shut up! You make me sound like a warden!” At his playful grin, she scrunched her face at him, making him laugh properly. “Keep this up and you’re gonna get punished!”

“Oo, fun. What do you have in mind, my darling?” He cooed, waggling his brows. Lynette had several things in mind. She decided to go with her most devious plan yet.

“I won’t say.” She pulled back, skirting around him to get the coffee she was brewing. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

“Oh?” Allan blinked, surprised. Then he was smirking again, slowly strutting over and leaning into her once more, hands coming to her waist with new purpose. “Careful love, I’m the type who gets impatient after a while. If you don’t make the first move…” He waited until her hands were free. “I might strike.”

“Eehehehehe!” Lynette squealed when his fingers attacked her sides, forcing her back into his devious arms as she laughed and twisted within his grip. “Ahahahahhaalehehhehen!”

The coffee soon turned cold, forgotten in their antics. Not that she minded it.

~~~

That was but one incident Lynette experienced on the daily becoming Allan’s partner. She leaned into her hands in thought, reflecting on all the times he put his hands on her.

It was his love language, physical affection. Anywhere they went, he always seemed to need to touch her somehow. In public it was more subtle- holding her hand or gently touching her lower back as they window shopped and enjoyed the day. At home it was far more intimate- hugs from behind, stolen kisses, the sort.

She loved each and every one of them, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it was Allan who initiated the touch. It made her start to wonder- how often did she reach out and take his hand? Pull him into her arms and spin him around to the best of her abilities? Things like that?

He never complained, and it wasn’t a big deal that she didn’t often start it, but she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she did? If she wrapped her arms around him from behind, would she feel him shiver? Would his heart race the way hers always did within his embrace. Would he blush as red as her at a surprise kiss to the cheek?

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try it. She had to try it! Both for her curiosity and for their relationship. She could be discovering the next big thing about her demonic boyfriend!

“Get ready, Allan- cause here I come!”

~~~ An opportunity came sooner than she thought.

Returning from work one evening, she found Allan leaning against the wall nearest the window, arms crossed and expression thoughtful. He looked like this from time to time; these brief moments of melancholy that seemed to come back no matter how happy he claims he is. That was but the way his brain worked, she knew.

Half of her was hesitant to bother him, but she knew if he really wanted space, he’d be biking right now, far from the shop and their shared bed. She pushed aside her worries as she crept up on him.

Once she was in reach, she quickly wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“HAHA?!”

She expected a jump- maybe a yelp and a grunt. Perhaps for him to even hit her with that smooth voice of his, greeting her before she could even make contact. Instead- he laughed-loudly. The sound was almost enough to startle her out of her embrace, wide eyed against his stiffened back. She dared a peek, finding his neck and ears growing red.

A beat of silence. Finally, she asked. “Allan?”

“...yes?” He didn’t sound mad, rather..stunned. Embarrassed even.

“What was that?” She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. Her shock melted into amusement as she watched his shoulders twitch, ears bright and steaming. She knew his cheeks were likely just as red.

“I’m erm..a tad ticklish.” He confessed, looking away.

“A tad?” She barely touched him. She pressed her fingers into him experimentally.

“AHAHA!” He bursted into laughter again- the sound loud and surprised. At her devious little grin, he slumped in defeat. “Okay- more than a tad. Perhaps I’d go as far to say, alot.”

“Oo, good to know.” She pressed her cheek into his back, letting out a happy sigh as she kept her arms around him. A moment passed, then…

“You’re gonna tickle me, aren’t you?”

“You bet your ass I am.”

It was cute, the way he tried to run. Twisting in her grip, he made a dash towards the door, but she put a surprising amount of strength into her pull, sending them both tumbling into the bed. Seconds later, she had him beneath her, scratching at his sides. “Noohohoho! Dohoohon’t you dhahahare! Aheahhahahhahahha! EheHEHheheheek!”

“Oh my god, you’re so adorable!” She laughed with him, keeping her fingers in his ribs as he twisted about, his laughter a mix of screams and cackles that would likely earn them a noise complaint.

So be it.

“Aheahahhahhah! Nohohoho, nhoohohooho nohohohot thehehehehehre! Aheahhahahaha!” Allan arched and contorted when she dug into his highest ribs, earning a new set of noises that she catalogued in her brain as “Sounds she had to make Allan make again”. “LHEHEHEHYNEHEHEHEHTTE, PLEAHHAHAHSE! AHEHAHHAH DOHOOHHON’T!”

“Don’t what?” She asked, relishing his loud but beautiful laughter.

“STAHHAHAP!” “Don’t stop? If you say so!” She shoved her hands into his armpits, feeling him arch as he let out a near silent wheeze. “Wow, you must really like being tickled, huh?”

Allan could only laugh beneath her, fighting between curling up in a ball and pulling himself to freedom. In the end, he settled for the former, slapping at the bed and ending her tickly assault. When freed, he collapsed beside her, arms over his middle and tears staining his flushed cheeks. He looked rather a mess; for a moment, Lynette was sure she went overboard.

But then he reached out, prodding her in the belly and making her squeak and double over. “Thhehehere, my rehehhevenge..for nohohow.”

“Oo, scary!” She teased, laughing as she laid down beside him. She pulled him in her arms, feeling him momentarily tense for another tickle. “You can get me back later.”

“Heh…was this your punishment? The one you menti-ioned the other day?” He asked around a hiccup, making her chest squeeze with how cute it was.

“What punishment?” She had completely forgotten what she said. At his wide eyed surprise, she finally remembered. “Oh! That- yeah I was just playing.”

“Damn.” He grinned, laughing more when she rapidly poked at his side. “Ahehaha okay okay! Stop!” He caught her hands in his, scooting her closer until she was laying beneath him. From his looming position, he carefully lowered himself down until he was half on top of her; the demonic version of a human blanket. “Is this too much?”

“No, it’s perfect.” She giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. “Did you..like that?”

“Getting tickled to near death?” He asked her with a raised brow. Then he considered. “Well..I suppose I didn’t entirely hate it. Though I much rather tickle you. Your laugh is way cuter.”

“No way- yours is precious!”

“I sound like the screams of the dead.”

“You sound heavenly.” She bopped his nose. “I could listen to you laugh all day.”

“A demon with a heavenly laugh. What a joke.” Despite the harshness of his words, his tone was light and thoughtful, eyes closing as he nuzzled her neck. “Well- if you think so, I’ll believe it. Your opinion is the only one that matters to me.”

Lynette hummed, trying not to let how those words affected her show. He smiled like he knew already.

Much like her coffee before, she didn’t mind it.

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(part one) (part two) (part three)

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took 2 years to get over the emotional devastation Allan inflicted to play this route

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CupiPara brainrot continues

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I wanted to do a little self indulgent project and make some charm designs for the heroines of some of the otome games I have played, so here are the first four designs I did!!

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[Translation] Cupid Parasite Sweet & Spicy Darling - Peter Flage Short Story

Source: Cupid Parasite -Sweet & Spicy Darling- Stella Set Special Booklet

Overdone Surprise - Peter Flage Short Story

‘Chiiii.....’

That day. Peter and I had gone to a high-class restaurant to eat a course meal, just the two of us. For some reason, Peter had taken me here, having already made a reservation.

Following the dress code, the two of us were dressed in formal wear especially for today.

Even though we had come here ourselves, the two of us were completely on edge trying not to mistake our table manners.

‘I’ve heard that forks are to be used starting from the outside but.....wh-what on earth is this tiny spoon for!?’

‘I think that it’s for dessert, maybe.....?’

‘Chiii..... I-I’ve never heard of anything so complicated.....!’

The two of us continued to eat the course meal, taking great care not to make any mistakes.

Although we were flustered when it came to manners, the food was mouthwateringly delicious.

(Wow, I wonder how this soup was made!)

Each of the different foods was so tasty, I gradually began to relax. Perhaps Peter felt the same way, as little by little, the strain on his face began to lessen.

‘Hm. This is great! So this is what they call a course meal.....’

Carrying the meat dish that was the main course into his mouth, Peter’s cheeks slackened.

And then, by the time the after-meal dessert arrived, we had completely loosened up.

‘Mmn-, that was delicious!’

‘R-Right? Fu-, I’m so glad..... Somehow or other, I was able to finish it all without messing up .....’

Peter’s face looked as if he had just accomplished a very important task. Seeing Peter seem as if he were relieved from the bottom of his heart, questions arose within me yet again.

(I wonder why Peter decided on this restaurant?)

To be sure, the course meal had been delicious. Still, purposely choosing a place like this for a date didn’t seem like Peter.

My misgivings continued on even after the meal. Because Peter had booked a suite room on the top floor of the splendid hotel of the high-class restaurant.

‘Wow.....this room really is something else.’

‘Mm! Today, we’ll be staying here! What do you think? They even have a jet bath! Fancy and luxurious, right?’

As Peter put his hands on his hips, proudly puffing out his chest, I timidly tried asking the question.

‘Y-Yeah. It really is fancy but....what is all this all of a sudden?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Um, I just thought that it’s not really like you.....’

‘Not.....like me!?’

Peter stepped back in shock, as if he’d just been struck by lightning.

‘B-By that you mean, as I thought, something like this doesn’t suit me!?’

‘No, not exactly, it’s just neither of us have ever really been to places like this, right? So I was just wondering if something happened.....’

After I tried diffidently posing the question, Peter gave his usual, ‘Chiii.....’ As if searching for the words, he mumbled weakly.

‘That is.....I read it in a magazine.’

‘In a magazine?’

‘Mm. Truth is.....I did some research on "dates to make a wife happy."'

He told me that what the magazines had recommended was “a fancy and luxurious surprise” like the date that we were currently on.

(I see. He put in all that effort for my sake....)

Now that I understood his motive, it all made sense. Eyebrows lowered, Peter watched the expression on my face.

‘Could it be that.....it wasn’t to your tastes....?’

As he dropped his shoulders, saying it was a failure, I shook my head.

‘That’s not true. Thank you, Peter. You’ve made me really happy.’

‘Really.....!?’

‘Yeah. I was surprised at first, but the food was great, and the room is beautiful.....It’s been a lovely date.’

‘I see.....I see, if that’s the case then I’m glad..... It’s the first month anniversary since our wedding after all.....I wanted the day to be special.’

‘One month since our wedding.....’

I was surprised that not only had it already been that long, but that Peter was treating it as a special occasion as well. I had also thought about celebrating our first-year anniversary, but not our one-month anniversary too. I could tell how deep his feelings for me were, and it warmed my heart.

‘I see.....fufu-, I’m so happy. Thank you, Peter.’

‘Chii.....’

Seeing me smile, at last Peter smiled too, looking relieved. However, his shoulders soon slumped dejectedly.

‘Still, ideally, I would have liked to have escorted you much more impressively, but in the end, I was terrible at it. You were the one who had to keep teaching me about table manners too.....’

‘Fufu- Nothing of the sort. You did a great job escorting me.’

‘B-But, it was supposed to be, you know.....like in the movies.....’

It appeared that Peter had had his own kind of ideal in mind. I wasn’t sure exactly what that was but, not wanting him to push himself too hard, I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

‘It’s fine. I prefer you as you are right now, Peter.’

‘Chiii.....Even so, I want to show my cool side in front of my wife.’

He hugged me as if frustrated. Continuing on, he moved his hands to behind my knees, lifting me up and then carrying me over to the window in a princess carry.

‘..........’

Peter went to say something, but in the end remained silent.

Still holding me in his arms, he swiveled around, turning his back on the night skyline. After putting me down on the bed, he gave a deep sigh.

‘.....I-It was too much.....I’d made up my mind to act cool in front of the night scenery after coming all this way but.....It’s so high up here, my knees starting shaking.....’

(Huh!?)

Despite normally spending his time looking down on humans from Celestia as the Chief God Jupiter, somehow or other, it would appear looking down into the night from a high-story building was too much for him.

My husband really was an adorable god.

Affection welled up in my chest thinking of how hard he had been trying, and I hugged him tight as he sat there with his hands placed on the bed, looking downwards.

‘Wah- Wh-What is it!?’

‘I’m kind of happy, somehow.’

‘....You’re, happy.....?’

‘Yes. Thank you for today. For preparing so much for our one-month wedding anniversary.’

But what I was happiest about was that he had come up with all of this while thinking of me. That was more important to me than the interior design of the room, or the night scenery.

‘Hey, this room has a jet bath, doesn’t it?’

‘Yes. So it said, but-.....’

‘Well then, let’s go in together. Will you take me there?’

As I held out my arms to him, motioning for him to carry me, his eyes lit up, and he nodded.

‘Sure, leave it to me!’

Elatedly picking me up, Peter walked towards the jet bath. It had already been filled with hot water. At the sight of the bubble-filled jet bath, the two of us looked at each other.

‘This is amazing! Let’s get in right away!’

‘Right!’

Each of us stripping off, we both jumped into the bath. The rising bubbles felt ticklish, and we smiled at each other.

‘This feels great! So this is what they call a ‘jet bath’.....’

The warmth of the hot water perhaps causing him to relax, the gloominess had disappeared from Peter’s face. Full of curiosity, he was scooping up the bubbles, happily playing around with them.

Although he was like this now, I knew how ferocious he could be when it came to the bedroom.

‘…..Peter. I love you.’

When I told him my feelings as I hugged him, he drew in a breath and looked at me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed me with eyes full of emotion.

‘Me too. …..I love you.’

Like a beast pouncing on their prey, he pressed me against the rim of the bath. We became so wrapped up in kissing we forgot about the nightscape visible from the window.

My cute and cool husband.

Ever since we’d become a married couple, I had come to know all kinds of different sides to him. At times he overdid it like today, but that he remained the same at his core was what I loved about him.

Our precious one-month wedding anniversary day. Peter and I spent a sweet and happy night together—.

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#Fc89ac (Cupid's Parasite)

Heyo! So...I might or might not be addicted to Cupid's Parasite...

Nah but really; Y'ALL! I've started playing it recently and my goodness Ryuki is the best! (Granted as of writing this I'll have likely finished the game if not most of it so it's up in the air on who'll truly be my favorite) His route was so fun and addictive and just- YESH! I wanted to write something for him and Lynette and that's exactly what I did lols. I hope you like it! :D

Summary: Ryuki's struggling with his latest design and what color to make it. Lynette helps through unconventional ways.

#fc8eac…#ffc1cc…#ff6ec7…

Lynette scrolled through her search history with a small laugh, shaking her head. Since she fell in love with the fashion designer, it seemed like this was all she ever looked up. Not that she minded it of course; she loved her boyfriend with her entire heart- even if she had to look up several of the colors he mentioned on a daily basis.

Recently it seemed he was stuck on the color pink- his sketchbook filled to the brim with various dresses and skirt designs with various notes and hexadecimals. Around one particular dress several of the numbers were crossed out and re-written, a sign this particular garment was driving Ryuki insane. “No, that’s not it…it’s too muted.”

Another hexadecimal. Lynette tapped it into her phone to find “Soft Pink”. It was lovely. “I like it. It’s pretty.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t really go with the theme of the outfit.” Ryuki scowled down at the paper, narrowing his eyes. “Everything’s either too muted or too bright- I need something in the middle.”

Rolling onto her stomach, Lynette used her arms as a pillow as she peeked at his work. Unsurprisingly, the dress was gorgeous- flowy and fun with a mix of both western and japanese elements incorporated. “Wow, it’s so beautiful!”

“You haven’t been truly wowed yet- wait until you see what it’ll look like in person.” A touch of pride entered Ryuki’s voice as he puffed, starting to smile. Then that smile dropped as he looked at his endless bouts of notes. “If we ever get there, that is.”

Not good. Lynette sat up and clapped her hands. “Break time! Maybe you need to step back and revisit it with some fresh eyes?”

Ryuki looked ready to argue, but he gave in with a sigh after meeting her raised brow. “Maybe.” Closing the sketchbook, he moved everything aside and gave a small stretch. “But just for five minutes- then I’m going right back i-EH!”

“Fifthteen minutes. I demand a proper break.” Lynette argued, poking him in the ribs. “We’re having green tea and snacks- maybe even a walk.” She poked him again and again, watching him twitch and scrunch beneath her finger. “We can hunt down a crepe stand. They’re usually out this time of year.”

“H-How is tha-ahat gonna gehet done in fi-fiihfthteen mi-inutes?” Ryuki yelped between jabs, grabbing at her wrists as he thought down giggles. “Stop thahat!”

“Well, we’ll just have to take as long as we need, won’t we?” She teased, bringing her other hand in when he refused to release her. Scooting closer, she quickly scribbled into his open side, making him yelp and fall backwards. “You’ve been working on your designs all morning. Five minutes away isn’t gonna be enough.”

“Ihiihiht’ll be pleaahhanty! Geahhaha, Lynaehehehehhette!” Ryuki didn’t have the strength to remain sitting up, crashing unceremoniously against the pillows as he batted at her hands. “Cuhuhhuhut it ohoohoohohut, I’m wohoohhoohrking!”

“Noooo!” She cried back in glee, giggling up a storm as she threw herself across his torso. Her fingers danced up and down his sides, kneading here and there to make him arch and yelp. “I’ll never stop! I’ll keep tickling you until you agree to take a break!”

“Thahahaht’s nohohohoht hahahappehehehening! Geahhahahaha!” Ryuki squeaked when her fingers dug into his highest ribs, making him arch within a sudden boost of mirth. “Dohohohohoohn’t nohohohohohohohohoo! Aheahahahahahha Lhihihihihihihiynehehehehehhehehette!”

“Oo, is this a bad spot?” She cooed at him, enjoying how pink his cheeks got. “It must be with how much you’re blushing! I could listen to you laugh all day long, cutie!”

“Shuhuhuhuht uuuhuhuhp! Iihihihi’m nohoohohohot cuhuuhuhuhte!” He argued through his laughter, trying his best to squeeze her hands out. “Thahahaht’s it- cohoohme here!” With a sudden burst of strength, he reached out and grabbed onto Lynette, flipping their positions. “Now you get what’s com-ehehehehe, nohohohoho!”

“Huh? What was that? What do I get?” She teased, wasting no time as she grabbed at his ribs once more. “You gotta move faster than this, Ryuki-kun! Hehehe!”

Unfortunately for her, Lynette’s reign of mischief was quickly ended.

“AH! Aheahhahahahha nohohoohohohoho!” She squealed when Ryuki managed to grab her side, squeezing rapidly. “Nohohoohoho fahahahhair, nohoohoho fahahhair yohoohohu son of ahahah-”

“Goohoht you nohohow, yoohohu-GAH DOHOOHN’T!”

“TAHHAKE THAHAHT!”

“BRIIHIHINHG IT OHOHON!”

Their “battle” continued on as they rolled around in the bed, sheets crinkling and pillows flying as they grabbed and prodded at any and every tickle spot they could find on eachother. By the end of it all, they were gasping for air, cheeks flushed and hair a mess as they laid side by side in their messy bedding.

“Sohoohoho who wohohohn?” Lynette gasped out, hair falling free from its braid like a halo of sakura blossoms. Ryuki reached out, brushing her bangs back with the gentlest of touches.

“Mehehehe, obvihihihously.” He snorted, making her smile. She was especially radiant today- her natural hue the softest of pinks. It reminded him of…

“#fc89ac.” He mused out loud, then blinked. “That’s it-”

Lynette watched him sit up, scrambling for his sketchbook. While he did so, she quietly pulled out her phone, searching up the number.

Tickle me pink. She barely stifled a laugh as the coincidence of it all.

“Yep, that’s it. That’s exactly what shade I was looking for.” Ryuki nodded, something relaxed entering his expression as he circled the hexadecimal with pride. “You’re truly brilliant. Thanks for all your help, Lynette.”

“Aww, you’re too sweet.” She giggled as she sat up, tucking her phone away. “Can I have a crepe as my reward? That tickle fight made me hungry.”

Ryuki blinked before bursting into laughter, unable to hide his amused smile. “You’re too cute! God- I love you so much.”

She’s heard him say it before so many times now, and the effect was still all the same. Her cheeks warmed and her heart raced at the words, making her entire being feel soft and tingly. “I love you too.”

The crepes they got soon after were extra tasty.

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