#arcane x black!reader

[liyawritesss]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴀᴍꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Black!Stud!Reader

Genre: Drabble

Synopsis: In which Caitlyn finds herself heavily flustered after having her seamstress help her with her corset.

Warnings: slight suggestiveness, blink and you’ll miss it

A/N: For those unaware, the term ‘stud’ is a word used amongst African Americans to describe a black queer (9/10 lesbian) woman who present masucline and exudes masculine energy. This is MY definition tho not sure if its a concrete one.

Caitlyn had only ever been a handful of times in her life, but none had ever come to this degree.

The closest experience she could compare it to was the first time she had snuck home a lover of hers. A little bit of a rascal in her youth, Caitlyn took the risk of her mother’s wrath to experience a night of heaven between the sheets of her own bed. Indeed, her mother had caught her and the other suspect red handed, and the shameful walk the navy blue haired girl had to walk for days was unbearably mortifying.

That was her long standing definition of mortifying. Caitlyn didn’t know if there was a level above that to describe what she had been feeling since this afternoon. The culprit being right across the ballroom at the refreshments table, engaging with her very parents about what she could only assume was the others handiwork in the creation of the Kiramman family’s evening attire. The memory of hours prior flashed into her head in an instant.

Close. To close. Insanely close to the master seamstress commissioned to make the Kiramman’s ballroom attire. The faint smell of eucalyptus and lavender tickled the enforcer’s nose, a pleasant smell that Caitlyn yearned more of. Her pale hands grasping onto the dark forearms of the master seamstress, who’s shirt sleeves had been rolled up to the elbows for easy movement, displaying toned forearms that glistened in the afternoon sun. The hands of said seamstress worked skillfully around the waist of the navy blue haired woman, adjusting the corset which accompanied the dress that was made to fit Caitlyn’s exact measurements. The same corset that the master seamstress carefully tightened around the enforcer’s midsection, defining her curves. It was the slight jostle that came from tightening the strings of the corset that brought Caitlyn into the seamstress’ chest, and although the height of the other had never been noticed in its entirety before, to be centimeters away from her nose was enough for Cailtyn’s breath to hitch in her throat. Then, after the back had been tired securely, the the slow and gentle tracing of the seamstress’ hand from the top of her midsection and along the defined curve on her body, down to her hips, made something inside Caitlyn stir. A monstrous urge to close the centimeter-long gap that kept whatever little professionalism in tact was so close to taking over.

Yet, before her mind could be clouded any further, Caitlyn saw the smirk that stretched along the seamstress’ plump lips, and heard the chuckle that followed, and suddenly, her body was hot for a completely different reason.

Now, to see the seamstress enjoying the night, even conversing with her very parents, while Caitlyn herself stood against one of the many pillars which kept the ballroom in tact, drink in hand, desperately trying to keep down the redness that would surely garner attention - it was infuriating.

You, the master seamstress, were infuriating.

And yet, Caitlyn couldn’t deny that something about this newly initiated cat-and-mouse game made the same monstrous urge from before stir awake once more.

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[liyawritesss]

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

Pairing: Modern!Ekko x Modern!Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: Ekko’s transition into a new highschool hasn’t been the easiest. With music being his only escape, he finds joy in the spotify codes his secret admirer leaves on his desk every morning.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: what songs do you thing y/n put on ekko's desk??

Being the new kid in town was never easy. Ekko dreaded waking up every morning to make the journey to his new school. Part of him was alright with the fact that no one knew him - it allowed him to blend into the crowd as well as finish the rest of his senior year of highschool without any hitches. However, he couldn’t ignore the lingering stares he got from people, wondering who the new kid was who hadn’t seemed to have made any friends. He was an outcast before he even had a chance, but with everything that had happened in his life up till now, he’d rather have it that way.

He relished the peace he got during the commute to his school. The train ride, though long and bumpy with the never ending stench of liquor and cannabis, allowed Ekko to ground himself with his music. It was the only aspect of his life that was a constant, and so he cherished it like a priest to their god. From the moment he woke up, till the time he went to bed, wherever Ekko went, music followed.

It was one of those rare mornings where Ekko would make it to the school building before the mass of students would, save the few who practiced for sports and clubs of the like in the morning. He liked being the first person in his homeroom class in the morning - first even to the teachers - as it gave him some time alone to prepare himself for the long and grueling day ahead. Ekko slips into the classroom, finds his main-character-worthy seat (in the far back by the window), slings his bookbag under his desk and plops into the uncomfortable chair. As he goes to lean back into said chair and wait the next hour for the rest of the students to start trickling into the classroom, he notices something taped onto the corner of the imitation wood desk.

At first it looks like a bunch of lines, varying in size in a neat row, but to a music lover like Ekko, he recognizes the potential behind them. There’s a pause, a moment of thought, as his fingers linger on the taped down Spotify code. His brown eyes scan the rest of the classroom as his other hand fishes out his phone from his forest green bomber jacket, which is littered with different patches reflective of his personality. Thanks to the facial recognition on his iPhone, it doesn’t take that long to navigate to the Spotify app and open up the search page. He directs his phone's camera over the Spotify code, and in a matter of seconds, a new song starts to play in his AirPods, expertly hidden beneath his white locs, a few of them adorned with gold hair jewelry and cockle shells, the hood of his black hoodie adding an extra layer of obscurity.

He’s not sure if this is a first, or if this had been happening for a while and he just hadn’t noticed, but Ekko doesn’t complain. He never passes up the opportunity to listen to new music, and he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t appreciate the gesture of kindness.

Over the next few weeks, he finds himself looking forward to the new Spotify Codes that pop up on his desk every morning. There’s a hesitance when he slips into the classroom every morning, afraid that he’ll ruin the element of surprise that's been so carefully crafted, and in turn, ruining the little routine that’s been developed. Yet, with that hesitance, there’s a spark of intrigue to figure out who is behind leaving these Spotify Codes. Was he the only person they’d do this for? Did this person want to be friends? Were they a secret admirer? Questions like these plagued his mind with interest.

Like any other day the past few weeks, Ekko makes his way through the empty hallways, the morning sunlight beaming into the building intensely. Something was different about this morning - Ekko felt it the moment he had woken up to the god awful alarm he’d had set on his phone. Though, he had no clue what the difference would be. Despite the weird feeling in his stomach, Ekko expected his morning to go about like any other one. Yet, when he opened the door to his classroom, Ekko was met with something even more beautiful than the morning sunrise he had the pleasure of waking up to.

There, in the seat next to his, sat a girl, asleep on the desk, head resting in her folded arms. Perhaps the same age as him. She looked slightly familiar - he was sure she was in his homeroom class - though he had never personally talked or interacted with her. She had box braids, waist length, some of them had brown wooden beads at the end. Although all she wore was a hoodie, leggings, and socks with slides, the way the morning sun beamed in from behind her, silhouetting her figure and creating the illusion of a halo, Ekko swore he had walked in on a goddess in the midst of her slumber.

In his taken aback form, the white haired boy looked around the classroom, even leaning back to peek into the hallway, but alas, only he was there. The walk to his desk was that of a tiptoe now, afraid of waking up the pretty girl who’d had him starstruck. Even after he took his seat, Ekko peered over at the sleeping girl once more. He found himself questioning why she was here so early? Was she part of a sports team that practiced during the morning Hours? If so, had her practice ended early? Or did she just decide to switch things up in her morning routine?

He shouldn't trouble himself with thoughts like that, Ekko thought, shaking his head. It wasn’t like there was anything he could do, even if he wanted to. She had every right to be there, just as he did. With that, Ekko scanned today’s Spotify Code, leaned back into his chair, closed his eyes and let the music take hold.

It would not be the first time that Ekko would meet the mysterious sleeping beauty in the classroom, however. At first, it would be a once a week thing. Then, slowly over time, he became used to the new presence that would grace his homeroom every morning, used to the frequency at which she would appear behind the bright wooden door. It became part of his routine to expect her there, almost bringing a sense of comfort to him.

Another morning came, and as usual, the sound of Ekko’s heavy combat boots echoed throughout the empty hallway as he approached his homeroom. He was groggy from sleep, and was really hoping to be welcomed into the warm embrace of his classroom, as he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night prior and his morning commute was rowdier than usual. So, one can imagine his surprise when he went to open the classroom door, and saw the same sleepy beauty who’s graced his presence for as long as he could remember.

However, she wasn’t sleeping this time. She was very much awake, very much hovering over his self-proclaimed desk, very much taping something onto the corner of his desk; the same corner where he would find the Spotify Codes he so faithfully came to every morning.

He froze. She did too, and suddenly, everything from the past few months had clicked.

It seemed that time had slowed down, neither of you dared move, desperate to hold on to the secret intimacy that was carefully crafted over the months since Ekko’s arrival. However, the element of surprise had been tarnished, and now, there was nowhere else to go.

So Ekko watched as the girl he’d spent his silent mornings with turned around to reveal herself.

Her name was (Y/N), he’d come to find out. She didn’t talk much during homeroom, only really talking when being addressed to. She had one or two friends that he could remember, but aside from that, she was a loner like him. Despite such a status, (Y/N) had a heart of gold, and would go out of her way to make others smile, even if it was just for that day, that hour, that minute. At that fact, Ekko felt somewhat special, as the brown skinned girl had gone out of her way to give him a sense of belonging since the start of the school year, which had been months ago. It made his neck grow hot at the thought of it.

“Are you…?” Ekko begins, lighting tugging at his hood and letting it fall around his neck. It was a silent question, his cocoa irises asking the rest of it as they switched from the desk to her embarrassed form, shifting weight from one foot to the next. She nodded, becoming more interested in the intricate lining of her shoes than the boy meer desks away from her. She was flustered, Ekko could tell, from the way her legs were crossed and how she was fiddling with her braids, twiddling the extensions around like extendable thumbs.

“You, um..” Ekko begins, trying to find a way to cut through the tension that filled the room, “you have some good song recommendations, you know?”

It was as if the stars had descended upon the earth and embedded themselves into her eyes by the way they sparkled at Ekko’s words. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “I mean- It’s nothing, really,” (Y/N) countered, though the way her eyes shone with blithe said otherwise, “good music should be shared, right?”

Ekko couldn't agree more.

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