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ceesimz · 4 months ago

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when we two parted

part two here!

This fic is based off the poem When We Two Parted (hence the name, and see a section of it above) as well as a song called Strange by Celeste. I think this fic is a result of the romcom movie marathon i did last week whilst recovering from concussion so make of that what you will. If it's wanted, I can do a part two!

A house party in Menorca was hardly a place to fall in love. Or so Alexia thought.

To some, the end of the season was a welcome break to completely switch off and relish in their life outside of football. For others, or rather, for just one, it wasn't a very enjoyable time, more of a nuisance really. But when Alexia had been invited by Mapi to go to Menorca, where the Zaragoza local had escaped to many times before and talked about it for hours on end everytime when she got back, Alexia couldn't say no this time. They'd be joined by a few of their other teammates, but Mapi had informed them that they would be welcomed by her many friends on the small island and invited to enough endeavours to keep them entertained.

That's how Alexia found herself waking up on the sofa of a beautiful Mediterranean house on the second morning of the vacation. The previous night, she'd partied with her teammates and Mapi's friends, having a few drinks here and there but never passing the line of tipsy. But, when the time came to leave, she had no money on her, a dead phone, she couldn't find Mapi or her teammates, and even if she could ask someone to get her back to the villa they were at, she didn't know the address either. Which is why she's waking up on a random couch on an island she doesn't know, now with a working phone thanks to the phone charger she found (and stole) in a drawer beside the sofa.

It was a little before 7am, way too early for any of the people who had drank the night before to be awake, and that's why she was drawn to the kitchen on her way towards the front door.

Coming from the room was quiet, calm music as well as a soft voice singing along. The voice belonged to a woman clearing the counters from the cups and bottles from the previous night, this young someone lost in her own world as she swayed to the melody ringing out. And when she turned a little so that her features were visible to Alexia, the midfielder couldn't help the smile that graced her face.

This unfamiliar woman was beautiful. It was clear to see and simple to say, she was ineffably gorgeous. Alexia didn't recognise her from the previous evening, as much as she tried to piece the night's events together, she couldn't recall meeting her. She stood there for a few silent moments, admiring the woman in front of her. Dressed in running gear, a tan to her skin and a peaceful smile on her face.

But when the woman in question cursed at the sight of Alexia, not expecting anyone to be lingering in the doorway, the Catalan couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

You were deathly embarrassed by the yelp you let out and the reaction you had to the seemingly harmless party-goer some feet away, caught red-handed in a day dream whilst cleaning the kitchen.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in.” You apologised with a grimace, yet the blonde just smiled.

“No, it is okay.” Alexia brushed it off.

The footballer didn’t quite know what to do. She felt drawn to the person across the room from her, but you were complete strangers to each other. The only thing she knew was that, from the few words spoken so far, you spoke English without an accent like she did.

“Um, per- perdóname? Mi español es muy pobre.” You stumbled through the limited Spanish you knew, and it was nothing but endearing to Alexia. “I mean, I can understand it if... if you speak slowly, but…”

“Hablaré más despacio por ti.” Alexia answered, surprising herself. “I can understand English, I am not good at talking.”

“Well, that's us sorted then.”

You internally cursed yourself for being so awkward in the moment, but honestly you weren’t expecting anyone to be up and about at this time, nevermind the most attractive woman on the island. You had no idea who she was, where she came from, or even what her name was, but the intrigue was there and it was burning wildly through you.

She didn’t seem to mind your awkwardness, instead she met it with some of her own and stood rooted to the ground with the same smile that seemed to only grow bigger the longer this interaction carried on.

“Estas limpiando?” She wondered, stepping a little closer.

“I'm, uh... oh! Yes, I'm cleaning, thought I would get a head start with it.” You gestured loosely to the room before going back to clear the clutter off of the sides again.

“Puedo ayudarte a limpiar, si quieres?” Alexia asked without any second thought, not really sure why she was offering to clean a stranger's house at the crack of dawn.

She was feeling exactly the same as you did. Confused, but weirdly interested. Alexia was in the same position as you, too; she didn’t know your name, who you were, all that she did know was that you were beautiful and, to her knowledge, frustratingly not from Spain.

“No, that's okay, you're a guest. You're free to go home.” You tried to wave her off, but she wasn’t stepping down so easily.

“No, insisto. Como puedo ayudar?”

Alexia stayed firm in her offer, and before she knew it, she was busying herself with any bit of cleaning she could see. Wiping down the counters, mopping the floors, taking out the trash, she even found herself washing the piles upon piles of dishes that had accumulated. Unbeknownst to the other, you both individually felt like you were caught up in some kind of hallucination, or a fever dream at least. You, stood with the biggest footballer of women’s football (not that you knew that yet), having her clean your friend’s house. Alexia, tidying up at sunrise for a woman she was fastly growing a crush on.

“You are English?” Alexia questioned as she washed her hands, looking over at where her cleaning partner was sorting through a pile of jackets that the party guests had thrown over a loveseat in the corner of the room.

“I am. English and very ashamed at how bad my Spanish is.” You laughed in spite of yourself, pulling a face as you lifted up a random, single high-heel from the never ending pile before dropping it to the ground with a grimace.

“Why?”

“Well, considering I live in Spain and have done for some months now, it should be better than it is. I just have a hard time keeping up with my online lessons.” Hm. She lives in Spain too. Alexia was nothing if not infinitely more intrigued by that new fact. “So, do you live in Menorca? It's a beautiful island.”

“No, Barcelona.”

“Oh, no way!” Alexia looked up at the quick burst of excitement from the person she still didn’t have a name for, chuckling when the woman in question blushed and cleared her throat before speaking. “I live in Barcelona too.”

Alexia's eyebrows shoot up at the new information she had just learnt, a shy smile on her face. She nodded once before turning back to the sink, goosebumps raised on her arms that, when paired with the eruption of butterflies that had just occurred, signified she was in trouble. Rather, her heart was in trouble.

“This house, es muy bonita. Yours?” She steered the conversation away, not wanting to dwell on the sensations flooding her body. She was still talking to a stranger after all.

“No, it's a friend's house, they let me stay for the week and said I could invite people over.”

“Mm. Bueno, gracias por la fiesta, fue divertido. I did not see you?”

“I wasn't at the party, no. My friend María told me she would keep an eye on everything.” Alexia shook her head as she turned to lean back against the counter, her eyes tracking your movements around the room.

“Mapi no está aquí.” She revealed, to which you froze on the spot and groaned.

“That little... ugh. I knew I couldn't trust her.” You complained, cursing under your breath as you threw a beer cap in one of the bins. “Do you know where she is?”

“No. She leaved early.” Alexia grimaced. “Nunca confíes en María cuando se trata de fiestas.”

“Well, I've learnt my lesson now.” You grumbled, Alexia laughing quietly. Quickly glancing around the room, you decided you were happy with its semi-replenished state and stopped to take a breath before turning to face Alexia. “You're friends with María then, I'm guessing? One of the girls she invited?”

“Sí, muy buenas amigas. Demasiado bueno, diría yo.” Alexia said, mumbling the last part in an exasperated tone. You hear it though, and despite it taking a few moments to translate it, you giggle at it.

“I know that feeling. I've known her a while and she still gets under my skin. Like when she abandons her care-taking job for a house that isn't even mine.” You responded, Alexia nodding and chuckling. “I’ll stand her up in the morning so that she can’t go on her beloved boat trip that’s under my name, we’ll see how she likes it.”

“You are on the boat tomorrow?” There was a hopeful lilt to her voice that shouldn't have sparked as much excitement in you as it did.

“I am. That's if I don't get arrested for assault before I get there.” You huffed, the woman before you grinning again. “Shouldn't you be getting back to your villa now? I've kept you long enough.”

“Um. I do not know the, uh, dirección.”

“Oh, that's alright. I think I have it, I don’t have my phone on me at the moment but if you grab a pen and paper from beside you then I can write it down.”

“Ah, sí. Gracias.”

Alexia did as she was told and picked a pen from the stationary pot along with a small square of paper from a very organised corner of the kitchen counter. There was a sly grin on Alexia’s face as she handed both items over to you. With pink cheeks that can’t really be excused by the run you went on before you arrived, you jotted down the address of her Airbnb with slightly shaking hands before signing your name along with it too. Then, for reasons you’re not quite sure of, you drew a random, squiggly smiley face beside it. You gave the note to her and waited for her to notice with an even darker shade to your face than before, to which she laughed quietly at the drawing. It was cut short though when she glanced at your name. She said it quietly to herself, before looking back at you and humming.

“Do I get to know your name?” You wondered with a playful smile, head slightly on a tilt and a hopeful glint in your eye.

“Ale.” She said after a moment of brief hesitation. You picked up on it, but were sure she had her reasons, so let it slide.

“Es un placer conocerte, Ale.” You held your hand out and, with a coy smile, Alexia deftly took hold of it and shook it gently.

That handshake, one small and common gesture, was the start of something much bigger than the both of you.

—

You lay in bed that night, a book beside you waiting to be read and the bedside table lamp on, with a question mark lingering over you. It was just after midnight, and despite the luxury of the house and the grand size of it, you’d chosen the smallest bedroom to stay in during your time. No one ever wanted it, it was always the last choice, but it called to you for some reason everytime. Your friend joked that there should be a plaque with your name on it at this point on the door, saying it was your room and yours only. Maybe you pitied it, maybe you knew how it felt. But it’s just a room, the walls aren’t alive no matter how much they speak to you, and as quick as it arrives the thought leaves.

The question mark that hangs shrinks suddenly, redacting down into your right hand. Your eyes follow it, moving from the ceiling above you to the palm that fuzzes in an attention-seeking nature. It’s the one that had been held so delicately by the woman that had quietly interrupted you that morning, and before you know it there’s a familiar heat to your cheeks that has nothing to do with the late night warmth of the Spanish weather. It does have everything to do with her.

There was still everything that you didn’t know about her. She was from Barcelona, her name was Ale, and you both shared a mutual friend in María. And if you pieced together things you knew about your good friend, there was other information you could gather about Ale too. María played football for Barcelona’s football club, and they were fairly successful. Though you wouldn’t know a thing, you hadn’t been to a game before nor had you even watched one. The only sides of María you know is the laid back, relaxed version that dismisses any talk about football on vacation, and the party animal you had first met. Football wasn’t your thing, and María wasn’t one to force that upon anyone. She kept that separate from you, and the closest you came to being interlinked with the sport was when she invited her teammates along to join your friend group for whatever social occasion she had organised, both here and back home in Barcelona.

So perhaps Ale played football. Or, at least, worked for María’s team. She did look quite athletic, to say the least. That was probably the most polite way to phrase it. Regardless, Alexia had never appeared at any dinners or club night-outs that María had organised, you would remember if she had.

To the world, Alexia was an enigma. She is to you, too, but for entirely different reasons. The world had known her for twelve years as she performed at the highest standard in football, a role model on and off the pitch to every boy and girl, old and young. You had known her for less than twenty-four hours, but you were struck with the sense that knowing her for a lifetime could be a gift untold by any literature.

Your book doesn’t get opened that night. Thoughts of a certain someone are enough to lull you asleep. And some miles away, that very person ends up in the same scenario.

The shy smiles you greeted each other with bright and early the next morning at the boat charter desk subconsciously notifies you both that there are strangely similar butterflies making a home for themselves in your stomachs.

For the first half of the day, the pair of you don’t really come together again. Rather, you stick with your usual friends, but Alexia would be lying if she said her eyes didn’t drift over towards you any chance she could get. You’re the same though, but when you’re caught out by one of your friends, you deny it with a blush and try to shove Ale to the back of your mind.

Until everyone decides they’re bored of tanning and relaxing, and they all jump into the ocean the second the boat is anchored. You, as someone not entirely comfortable in the water, decided to stick it out for now and stay on the boat. Considering how hot it was, you would have thought everybody would have jumped in to cool down. But not everyone.

“Hola.” A voice said from behind, before they came to lay beside you at the front of the boat.

“Morning. I don’t have any cleaning for you to do, I’m afraid.” You teased, linking your hands together over your eyes to avoid them averting to other places. Oh, and to block the sun too.

“Thank you, señorita.” Alexia grinned, adjusting her sunglasses as she turned to look at you. “Qué tal?”

“I'm very well, thank you. Y tu?”

“I am good also. You do not like the water?” She wondered, hearing it call her name but when she saw you alone, she couldn't resist.

“Not really.” You replied sheepishly, and the smirk that built on Alexia’s face after that was a little unnerving. “You can get in, if you want. You don’t have to sit here with me.”

“Hm, no. Y si te caes del barco? I will be your… salvavidas.” Before you registered what you were doing, you scoffed and lightly hit her forearm. The Spaniard laughed at your horrified expression afterwards, waving you off before you got the chance to apologise.

“I don’t need a lifeguard on dry land.” You grumbled, crossing your arms petulantly.

Alexia hummed in amused agreement, and the pair of you fell into comfortable silence. There was far worse company than that of an enticing Spanish woman, whose idea of relaxation was apparently similar to yours. For some time then, she was content to lie beside you in the heat of the sun, her sunglasses and cap keeping her face protected from the UV… and your gaze.

You tried, albeit not very hard, to keep your eyes on the words of your book in front of you, but every so often they glanced over at Ale. She was the embodiment of peace, with her hands behind her head and a hint of a smile on her lips. It was your intrigue about her that grasped your attention; out of everyone on the boat, all of her close friends and the others she could have chosen to get to know instead, she was here beside you. That didn’t happen to you very often.

Your solitude was something you valued, though it wasn’t entirely out of choice. Things happened, good and very bad, to get you to this point, and it all made you into the person you are now. People rarely ever gravitated to you like Ale had. More often than not, you were just a fly on the wall. And, really, that was why you weren’t at the party the other night. They weren’t your thing, not just because of the noise and chaos, but because you weren’t really a drink and dance kind of person. You were a sunbathe and read person.

Being a part of the crowd wasn’t something that appealed to you anymore. For years, you had tried to fit in, but after one too many interactions with the worst half of humankind’s people, it was better to stay in your shell. Some days, you pondered if you had just convinced yourself if solitude was the better option as a result of your own failures, or if it was something you genuinely enjoyed. It was a dichotomy that you didn’t often like thinking about too much.

“You are reading.” Alexia stated simply, meeting your eyes when you turned to look at her with a laugh.

“Yes, I am. Congratulations.” You grinned at her, the other woman rolling her eyes.

“You are reading, but the water is there.” She sat up and rested her elbows on her knees as she glanced around at the glassy ocean that stretched on into the horizon.

“Do you want a medal for that, Captain Obvious?” You replied without looking away from your book, although the words weren’t really registering anymore.

There was a snarky reply on the tip of Alexia’s tongue at that, but now wasn’t the time to spoil the whole facade she had built up around you. To you, she was just Ale, nobody else. Was it wrong for her to want to relish in the ease that brought for her? Possibly. The life you lived was so different to the one she had, it was nice to remember the simplicity that her world once held.

“Do you not read on vacation? There’s no better time to do it.” You continued whilst she got stuck in her thoughts, glancing at her as she stayed silent. With a gentle nudge against her ankle with your foot, you brought her back down from wherever her mind had floated off to.

“Sí, I do. But there is more fun things to do. What is that phrase? Algo sobre el pelo…” She mumbled to herself, with a scowl and a frown as she jogged her memory that you found way too endearing considering the fierceness it possessed.

“Let your hair down?” You provided, giggling when she briskly turned to you and nodded whilst snapping her fingers.

“Sí! Let your hair down, get in the water. Conmigo, juntos.” She tried to transfer some of her excitement over to you, and you hated to admit it, but she was quite convincing.

“I’m alright here. You go, you don’t need me.” Apparently, the Spaniard wasn’t one to back down.

“No, venga, you are coming. The boat has, uh, those silly chaquetas. You will have one.” She stood up abruptly, bored of sitting still, and held her hands out expectantly.

“I’m not wearing a life jacket! That’s embarrassing, Ale.” You laughed, though you sat up and took her hands to stand up, trying not to stare at the skin on show that passed your eyeline as you did.

“No, está bien! You, you want to sit aquí and be muy aburrido? No! Diviértete! Vamos.”

With far more confidence than she actually had deep down, Alexia kept hold of your hand and led you through the empty boat to where she had seen some life jackets earlier. You were a giggling mess behind her, staring at her muscular back and all the artwork that decorated it. Her hand was warm and almost entirely encapsulated yours, a fact you would have to ignore for now.

You had known her for hardly a day, yet here you were jogging hand in hand and laughing like teenagers. It was… refreshing. And so unusual to anything you had ever known in your life. You were a reclusive person that liked routine, familiarity. Not life jackets and treacherous water. Well, maybe not treacherous, the clear ocean was as still as could be, but that’s besides the point.

This woman, Ale, barely counted as an acquaintance. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel extraordinarily enticed to dive right in, even if it went against every single one of your instincts. Not in that sense though, only in a metaphorical way.

“Ale, I’m not doing it.” You cowered away from the edge of the small platform at the back end of the boat, whilst Alexia sat beside you with her legs already in the water. Despite your earlier grievances, there was now an embarrassingly neon yellow life vest strapped around your torso that screamed ‘I’m English and terrified of water!’

“Jump! Es bonito, créeme.” She urged you with an enchanting smile that was a little hard to resist.

In an all too distracting fashion, she whipped her white cap off and sat up straight to tie her hair into a bun, and you had to avert your eyes away from her once more. She caught you already, if the crimson to your cheeks was anything to go by and the awkward nature you adorned anytime she moved.

“If you’re so sure, why aren’t you getting in?” You challenged her, only for her to smirk.

“Porque no soy… a pussy.”

At that, she lowered herself into the warm sea with a smug look on her face, whilst you stared at her in shock at how such an innocent seeming woman who claimed to know no English just insulted you in such a way. All she did was turn onto her back and gaze up at you with a knowing grin. The way she looked so effortlessly relaxed floating on her back did seem like fun. But you weren’t so easily convinced.

“Venga, cariño. In.” She waved you over with one hand, smiling coyly as you sighed but sat down on the edge nevertheless. “Sí, step one! Now in!”

“Alright, alright! You’re like a pushy swim coach, let me do it in my own time.” Her teasing demeanour softened then, and she swam the short distance back to where you stood. She held onto the platform with one hand whilst she offered the other out to you.

“I will be here. It is okay, lo prometo.”

Alexia’s smile wasn’t mocking or exasperated, it was bashful and welcoming. Her eyes and her hand were inviting, and you had a feeling that there was some kind of foreshadowing underlying if you didn’t let her guide you into the warm water around. Like the ones you see in the movies, in the books you read. Whether it was that weird, nagging feeling that had you sitting at the edge and fearfully lowering yourself in or if it was Ale’s carefree nature that you had wished for all your life, you had no idea.

“Ves? Te lo dije.” The blonde had to suppress her laughter at the terror in your eyes that you tried to hide, but that laughter was easy to ignore due to the overriding joy she felt at such a simple event. She just hoped this wasn’t the last she saw of you.

“Sure, sure.” You mumbled, your legs flicking aimlessly to tread the water, when in matter of fact it was your vest doing most of the work. “Okay, it isn’t too bad, actually.”

“Te lo dije, cariño! Ahora, on your back. Arms like an angel. Like, with the snow.” Her instructions were a little skewed, probably due to the language barrier, but you gathered what she was saying. A moment later, you were floating on your back in the water like she had been doing a few moments ago. It was pretty relaxing. “Ahh, sí. Podría hacer esto todo el día.”

“And you say reading is boring on vacation.” You mumbled, gasping when she splashes at you.

“This is better, do not lie.” Alexia shrugged as best as she could considering her current situation.

Little did she know, she had started a war.

Feeling somewhat cocky with your handy floatation device, you awkwardly paddle closer before forcing a wave her way. Immediately after you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your laughter at how it borderline water-boarded her. Once she had wiped her eyes, she looked over at you with revenge burning in her eyes. You were done for.

Considering you were both adults, the childish fight went on far longer than expected of you both. There were more than just your eyes on each other, the commotion had caught the eyes of a few of the others. One person in particular had a pleased grin on her face. On the surface, of course she was happy to see two of her closest friends get along so well. Deep down, however, she wanted nothing more than to see it develop into something better.

She had been there to witness things she never wanted to see for the both of you. And as a result of the individual difficulties experienced by each of you, there were some wounds left over that she believed could be healed by something right in front of your eyes. The purity that lived in your hearts which, once comfortable with another, could be so clearly seen on your sleeves was something Mapi believed would do wonders for every aspect of your respective lives.

Alexia’s soul had been stamped on by past relationships and her flame had simmered to a dim glow, her chest a hollow and desolate place. You had stomached countless blows, many that would’ve taken the average person out, and yet you were stronger for it. You’d made a life for yourself, sure. An outside glance would show a successful woman at the height of her career, loving life abroad with enough friends around the globe to fill up a village. Should anyone get a look inside your mind, they’d see it was void of love, of true joy. Like Alexia, your personality had been broken down and shoved into a closet, for no one to see or have the privilege of truly getting to know.

Mapi knew, in an ideal world, you and Alexia could find yourselves in a relationship that would take you so high on a personal level. Except, it’s not an ideal world, it’s a cruel one that had gotten you both to this shattered point anyway. She could only hope that the road to get there wasn’t a long, arduous one that neither of you would deem worth it.

“Alright, alright! Truce!” You shouted, desperately trying to swim away from Alexia and her lethal attacks.

“Ah, I won!” She cheered, throwing her arms in the air in celebration, only for her to sink down. Laughter bubbled out of you before you could stop it, and if the water hadn’t taken her breath away, the sound you made sure would have. “I get a prize, no?”

“What? No! If I had known there was a prize, I would have tried harder.” You rolled your eyes, only to be met with a cheeky grin when you looked back at her.

“No, te equivocas. Lo gano todo, siempre.” Apparently, in every turn of life, Alexia’s competitiveness had no qualms with showing itself.

“Ah, so you are a footballer.”

It meant to come out in a teasing way, but it didn’t quite land right. Alexia’s smile faltered, a dejected look forming in her eyes. Dread washed over you; this happened every time. Just as you were getting somewhere with a person, you said something that would erase all your progress. This time had the chance to hurt a lot more than all the others, even after just a day.

“I am.” Alexia nodded with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes like the others you had seen.

“I’m sorry for saying that, I didn’t mea-”

“No, no, no te preocupes. You… I was going to tell you pronto, pero…” She trailed off and glanced away, shrugging slightly.

“You wanted to do it in your own time. Get a break from that part of your life.” You finished her sentence for her, and just like that, she was gazing at you again with admiration in her eyes.

“Yes.” She whispered with a nod, her eyes wide but not unnerving, rather they were almost full of awe.

Everyone in Alexia’s life questioned why she didn’t relish in the glory and popularity that being who she was brought. Her closest family understood of course, but everybody else thought it was strange. Why work so hard for something and not reap the rewards? She didn’t see them as rewards, that’s why. The eyes, the photos taken without her knowledge, the strangers coming up to her in the street and heckling for her to sign something or take selfies when she’d rather disappear off the face of the earth- she didn’t see why anyone would find joy or pride in that when it’s everything she’s ever hated.

She knew it was a symbol of her achievements, but was it worth it when she would get followed to her apartment, to her family home? Or around the world, like when there was paparazzi on her private vacation the summer before this one?

And yet, you understood it. You didn’t know her, or the extremes of her job, or the attention she got, but somehow it just clicked.

It wasn’t some kind of superficial, fairytale moment of ‘soulmate understanding’ for you, Mapi had informed you on the struggles of rising fame a while ago in the midst of the national team struggles when she had escaped with Ingrid to the very island you were on now, which you happened to be on at the same time. You had some level of understanding, only a little, but that was more than enough for Alexia.

“I get it. We don’t have to talk about it.” You told her softly, to which she sighed in relief. “Can we get out of the water now though? I’m thirsty.”

Just like that, the awkward moment had passed.

—

The rest of the day on the boat passes in a flash, and before you knew it, it was pulling up at the docks whilst everyone waited to get off. Each person was just as exhausted as the other as everyone piled off one by one across the tiny plank that everyone secretly feared, especially in such a tired state, but with no casualties, they all went their separate ways. Mapi was coming with you for dinner that night, just the two of you, but she was trailing behind on facetime to Ingrid, so you were walking on your own. Until…

“Hey!” Alexia jogged up to you and gently halted you with a hand on your forearm, coming to stand in front of you with a smile that lost its confidence as soon as you met her gaze. “Oh, um… this is for you.”

As quick as she came, she was gone. All that was left was the note she thrust into your hands before she walked back towards wherever she was initially headed.

In utter confusion, you turned to watch her leave, laughing at the way she scurried away. With a shake of your head, you opened the note and felt your heart rate pick up at just a few words.

Me debes un premio, ¿no? Ven a cenar conmigo mañana por la noche, estaré en el restaurante cerca de tu casa esperandote. Espero verte allí. - Ale

Her handwriting was messy, like a spider had fallen in ink and scampered across the paper, but from what you could make out of the Spanish words… she had asked you on a date. Tomorrow. At the restaurant near your friend’s house that you were staying at.

Luckily for you, there was only one restaurant that fit Ale’s description - your favourite restaurant out of all the places in the world you had travelled to. You had brought it up with her earlier that day, and apparently this woman had a stellar memory. It was an off-handed comment you made, describing it exactly as ‘the restaurant near your house’ during a random, filler conversation you had had with the Spaniard as you dried off after going in the water again.

If that was the prize she wanted, it would be rude not to entertain that.

“Qué quería Alexia?” Mapi asked, interrupting your internal gushing.

Alexia. Her actual name.

“Um, well…” You started, only to trail off as your cheeks turned a crimson colour. With words failing you, out of embarrassment or wonder, you weren’t sure, you handed Mapi the note.

“Qué es esto…” Mapi cut herself off as she read the words in her mother tongue, before looking up at you with her jaw to the ground and her eyes popping out of her head. “Dios mío!”

“María, be quiet!” You shushed her urgently, snatching the note back, only for her to do the same as she read it again and again. “If you rip that, I sw-”

“Ale moves quick! Damn!” She burst out into giddy laughter, grabbing your shoulders and shaking them excitedly. “You have a date!”

“I should never have told you, for god’s sake.” You muttered, turning and walking away from her. She cheered wildly behind you before running to catch up.

“I think it goes without saying that I am happy for you.” She stated, a lot more toned down than she was a moment ago.

“Yeah, you think?” You huffed, crossing your arms as the defender slung an arm around your shoulders. “How long have you known her?”

“Ale? Uff, a very long time. I knew her a tiny bit from international camp but when I joined Barcelona, we became good friends. Whether she likes it or not, I am her best friend.” She hummed. It was hard to ascertain if this was her normal behaviour or if she was a little buzzed from the drinks supplied on the boat.

“So she plays for your team?”

“Alexia is Barça. She is Barça, Barça is her.”

You didn’t quite understand what she meant by that, but it sounded… important.

It was that reply from Mapi that stuck for the rest of the evening. You thought about it on the way back to your place, throughout dinner whilst the aforementioned woman spoke basically with herself, and as you got ready for bed that night.

However, it was as you took out your earrings in the bathroom mirror of the tiny en-suite of your favourite bedroom, that you realised there was something under the surface of that comment. There would likely be one true meaning of what that meant for Alexia, but the possibilities were endless for your overthinking mind.

Was the way she was towards you just an act? What was her true persona? Who really is Alexia?

—

She was just a girl, is what you learn as you walked into the restaurant the next day.

You had no place to question her based on another person’s comments, even if those words were from her best friend. It would be hypocritical of you, after being on the receiving end of such events all your life, to judge someone before you knew them.

She was just a girl, nervous to go on a date. That much was clear when you saw her from the doorway, tapping her foot anxiously as her hands fidgeted with the rings she wore whilst waiting for you to show up. She had no idea if you would or not, she didn’t have any way to contact you at all. You could never reject her though.

“Ale, hi.” You said as a waitress led you over to the table, stifling a giggle as Alexia’s chair screeched loudly as she stood up to greet you.

“Hi!” She replied, before clearing her throat and hastily wiping her hands on her trousers. She was dressed relaxed, but suited to the occasion, in a soft cream polo shirt and a darker shade of linen trousers. Her hair was in a half-up, half-down of sorts with two strands at the front out to frame her face, and it was hard not to gawk at her. “You look… so beautiful. Really.”

“Thank you, you look amazing too.” You beamed shyly, gladly accepting the hug she offers and blushing a little at the kiss she leaves on your cheek.

“Sit, sit. We need, uh, menus, where ar-” The blonde’s nerves were evidently on show as her eyes looked around frantically, and though yours weren’t quite so obvious, it’s reassuring to know she felt just the same as you.

You often kept things built up inside, buried deep down to hide or deal with later. Alexia also did that, typically, but there was something about you that made all her habits and inhibitions fly out the window. It scared her, but the larger part of her took that as a sign that you weren’t someone to lose. She would have you in her life in any capacity, friend or partner, and if she screwed up then she didn’t think she could forgive herself.

“Ale, Ale, calm down. We have all night, relax.” You gently took hold of her hands and brought her back down to this moment, to which she nodded and breathed in deeply. “You’re nervous, it’s okay. I am too.”

“Lo sé, lo sé. I haven’t been on a date in so long, cariño, I do not want to mess this up.” She sighed, looking across at you with honesty in her eyes and her soul on show, and it took your breath away a little. Maybe this woman in front of you was everything you had longed for all these years. Someone whose whole being was built with the same foundations as yours, with the same outlook on life and the same values. The same simple, peaceful ideation of what life with love could look like.

“You won’t mess this up, Ale. Just be yourself, the woman I was with yesterday, and you won’t mess this up.” You told her, and she nodded a lot less desperately afterwards. Her facial features and her whole entire body softened then, you saw it and felt it in the way it travelled throughout her and into her hands. Of which, took yours in return, raised them to her mouth, and kissed each individual knuckle. This was a date, after all, as her actions then had so kindly reminded you.

“Thank you for coming. I was worried that I may have been too, uh, cocky?” She grimaced at the English word on her tongue, only making you smile.

“No, not cocky at all. I appreciate you being honest and forward, it’s rare nowadays and… if I’m honest, I don’t really like the process of getting into a relationship. Everyone is all hard-to-get and mind games, it’s not for me.” You’re rambling already, not used to this scenario, and you already feel embarrassed. “Oh, god, I’m sorry, I’ve totally made myself look like an idiot, I’m s-”

“No!” She cut you off abruptly, shaking her head as you turned your attention back to her. “I think that also. But you, I think that… you are different. Good different. That is why I asked for a date. We do not know each other a lot, but I really want to.”

You smiled at her.

“I do too.”

From there, things are peaceful. Simple and tranquil, just like you both hoped. It’s easy being with each other, because there’s a deeper understanding that’s by some magic naturally there. Nothing is forced, nothing is awkward. Well, that’s a lie, there’s a little awkwardness but you’ve come to learn that that’s just a thing between you both. Perhaps it’ll go away with time, but there’s only one way to find out.

After a bit of back and forth, it’s decided that Alexia will pay for the dinner, her rule of thumb apparently since she asked you, and the drinks seem to never end. A mix of alcohol and normal drinks, but as the evening goes on, neither of you want to leave. That damn cliche phrase that you had thought could never be true was in fact the perfect metaphor, no matter how much that grates your teeth; the world does go away when you’re together. The lives you individually lead fade into the background with the room around you, and rather than learning the basic facts about each other, for hours you spill detail after detail of countless personal stories that create a summary of you both that are far more detailed and honest than first date small talk could ever do.

It all comes down to that basic understanding that was there from the first day in the kitchen. It’s inexplicably hard to comprehend the fact it’s hardly been three days since that initial meeting, but there is serenity at the surface level that is built by the roots below which seem to have intertwined, between two countries in one continent, to provide the foundations of what could be. Years, centuries, of history and alignments have set the standards of love, now it’s up to the both of you to live up to the possibilities that have been placed down for you.

It’s something you don’t necessarily understand, which is ironic, but you’ve got your whole life to think about that. This isn’t a moment to miss or pass up on by overthinking. For once in your life, you're not going to do that. Not when your future could be staring you in the face.

“Your English is not as bad as you told me it was.” You stated, folding your arms on the table and gazing at Alexia who had just finished her second glass of wine of the night, already having had a cocktail and some water before it.

“Thank you. I get nervous to speak, I think.” Alexia replied with a shrug that wasn’t as nonchalant as she thought it would be; it was a little revealing of the insecurity she just stated.

“Well, I like hearing you speak it. It’s very endearing, it’s cute.” You told her with a sly smile. Alexia smirked and nodded, seemingly thinking for a moment before she leaned in slightly.

“Y el español? El español es ‘cute’? Creo que es mucho mejor que el inglés. Pero, sabes, depende de ti, amor. Lo que prefieras.” She purposely lowered her voice, meaning it was a little raspy and wonderfully addictive, especially in her second preferred language. You rolled your eyes affectionately, pretending that the goosebumps on your arms and the back of your neck weren’t there.

“I suppose that’s quite… nice, too.” You admitted a moment later, the footballer grinning at you as you blushed behind the hands that covered your face in faux embarrassment. “Your English is better than María’s.”

“No, no, no. Serio? La mencionas aquí en la cena? Estamos en una cita, dios mío.” Alexia descended off into a ramble about her friend, specifically to hear you laugh, which you did. “A date I am paying!”

“It was a compliment!” You argued with a beaming smile, one that Alexia matched instantly as you played along.

“Lo que sea.” She rolled her eyes, reaching for the bottle of wine that had been ordered after the main meal, now nearly empty. She poured a glass each, which was only a quarter full, but it was a sign that this part of the evening was coming to an end. What came afterwards, neither of you were sure. It seemed you weren’t the only one that didn’t want it to end, and to be honest it’s a wonder that it’s only now the filler topics start. “You had a dinner date with Mapi last night, no? How was it?”

“It was good, it was good. Um… kind of embarrassingly, actually, she wouldn’t stop talking… about, uh, you.”

Wrong thing to say?

“Oh. You told her about tonight?” There was a hint of a frown tugging at her lips, which made your stomach drop.

“Kind of. A little. She was just teasing me, mostly, you know what she’s like.” You laughed nervously, glad to see it put a smile on Alexia’s face as she nodded in agreement. It went quiet for a moment, and it was clear you were stuck in thought as you traced your finger around the bottom of your wine glass. “She was really happy for us, actually. Couldn’t stop gushing about it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Like, she was so happy that it was all she wanted to talk about. Something about how her two best friends dating would be ‘the best thing in the world’, so… yeah.” You shrugged, kicking yourself for bringing it up. Not for long though.

“It could be.” Alexia hummed after a moment. You glanced up from your glass to see her staring at you openly, and not put off by the topic at hand. “It could be the best thing in the world. We do not know until we try.”

All you could do at that was nod, because it caught you so off-guard. So you did nod, a little gormlessly, at which Alexia laughed quietly, and it snapped you back to reality.

“You’re right. We don’t know until we try.” You agreed, Alexia humming again and nodding.

The silence after that didn’t need to be filled, unlike the last one. In fact, it wasn’t.

You both drank the last mouthful of your wine, sharing a knowing glance over the glasses, before they clinked down against the table and you both stood up. Alexia waited for you as you grabbed your bag, and all you could think was thank god this wasn’t some American movie where you had to pay the cheque after dinner. You shook that thought away, physically, to which Alexia pulled a confused at, only for you to shake your head and grab her hand.

There was a sense of urgency about the situation now, felt by the both of you. On the way out of the restaurant, Alexia could barely drop a ‘gracias’ to the waiting staff before she was dragged outside the quaint building by you. But, when you step foot outside, you didn’t know where to go from there. You didn’t know if Alexia wanted the same thing you were hoping for in that moment, and if she didn’t, it might have killed all the excitement for you.

Out on the street, bustling with the night life of the summer evening, you turned to her, a little awkwardly, and searched her eyes. All you found was contentment, and a hint of the desire you felt. Still, you didn’t want to assume anything.

“So… what are you thinking?” You wondered. The blonde maintained eye contact with you, and you felt compelled to hold it, despite the awkwardness you harboured. Then, a moment after, she chuckled under her breath with a shake of her head. “Wha-”

In a split second, her lips were on yours. They didn’t move, they were delicate, and it took you a slow moment to catch up. Just as you kissed her back, her mouth was gone. She stood facing the road again like she hadn’t just thrown everything you thought you knew on its head. You gawked up at her, out of confusion and adoration for what you had just experienced, then turned to face the street as well. There was no emotion on her face, just stoicism and a seemingly total lack of care for what had happened. You clasped your hands in front of you, a frown beginning to form.

Yet, just as it did, there were a pair of warm hands encapsulating your cheeks and the same pair of lips from before back on yours. You got up to speed much quicker this time; the kiss was soft and seamless, moving at a slow pace as the warmth in your heart far outweighed the warmth of the Spanish climate around you.

You didn’t kiss on the first date, but apparently that was just a rule you had made after going on too many dates with the wrong people. Because this, well, this was so much better than preserving some stupid rule you had stolen from all the books you read.

Your arms reached up to wrap around Alexia’s neck as the kiss deepened a little, perhaps much more outside your comfort zone considering you were on a public street, but that was the thing about Alexia.

This woman was constantly pushing your boundaries, but not in a panic-inducing way. She did it in a way as if she had peeked inside your mind and picked out all the boundaries that you loathed, and instead replaced them with memories you could have only ever dreamed of. That day in the kitchen, if it had been anyone else standing in your doorway, you would have definitely turned them away. It had taken one look in her eyes, and you knew she was going to change the entire trajectory of your life in the most unexpected way.

“Do you, maybe, want to come back to my place?” You whispered, a little breathlessly, with your forehead resting against hers.

“Sí, me encantar-”

Her phone’s ringtone interrupted her.

It rang out from her pocket, and she groaned as she grabbed it, intending to decline the call. However, along with it she saw a barrage of texts she had unknowingly received throughout the night. At the sight, she had no choice but to answer it.

You stifled a frustrated groan as she brought it up to her ear and answered whoever it was in Spanish, taking a few steps away. With a moment’s peace, you dug your own phone out of your bag and frowned at the first notification you saw.

María: Please forgive me for what I have to do!!

Hardly a minute later, Alexia came back over with the same frustration you felt written all over her face.

“Mapi just rang. One of my younger teammates has got very drunk. I need to go and care for her tonight.” She revealed with a sharp breath out, slotting her phone back into her pocket and shaking her head down at you.

“It’s okay.” You told her with a reassuring smile, frowning again when she shook her head.

“It is not. I am sorry. I wanted to… to spend the night with you, not with-” She cut herself off with a groan, both hands coming up to rub at her face in annoyance.

“Ale.” You murmured, gently pulling her arms back by her forearms, before your hands slid down her soft skin to hold her hands between you both. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m just happy I spent the evening with you today. I really enjoyed it. I think I needed it.”

The anger inside her melted away as a result of your admission. She nodded and brought you in for a hug, which you happily indulged in.

“I will make it up to you. I promise.” She stated firmly, pulling back from the hug to gaze down at you. It took her barely time at all to convince herself to kiss you once more. And in it, she conveyed every feeling and emotion she would have shown you that night, had she been able to.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow anyway, at the dinner, remember?” You reminded her of the next day's event, something you were both invited to once again. She nodded, and at that, you parted ways.

That day, you didn’t end up speaking much about your current life, or hers, and you never found out what María meant by her statement the night before, because quite frankly it wasn’t on your mind. It doesn’t matter to you. You learnt all you needed to know that you were in love with her, even if it had been just three days.

—

Despite the previous night's perfections, there was one fatal flaw that you had failed to make known so far. It would bite you in the ass as much as it would hurt Alexia.

After the dinner with everyone that had come along on the trip, including yourself and Alexia, you would be going back to the house you were at to pack for your flight only a few hours afterwards. Tonight was your final night.

In your bag, there was a surprise that would hopefully make it somewhat less painful than it could be. That might be wishful thinking though.

Most people were there by the time you arrived at the idyllic restaurant, a laid-back vibe to the place with fake plants and vines covering the walls and vintage bulb lights strewn across the ceiling. All of that was at the back of your mind; there was, realistically, only one reason you agreed to this dinner tonight.

“You're here.” Alexia whispered in your ear as she took a seat beside you, once again choosing you in a room filled with many more interesting people.

“I am.” You turned to her with a smile, a certain fluttery feeling in your stomach as a delicate hand landed on your knee.

“I am so happy to see you.” She admitted, glancing around to see everyone else busy with greetings, so she looked back at you and quickly ducked down to place a kiss on your shoulder. “I have waited all day for this, for you.”

“That’s a pretty big compliment, Ale.” You said sheepishly, cowering back into your seat and feeling a little out of place in such a large group.

“It is true. I swear it.” She beamed, and that alone was all the persuasion you needed to stay.

And you did, no matter how much your skin crawled with the amount of people and conversations and extroversion on show, you stayed.

Everytime you got a wave of anxiety or unbelonging, there was a steady presence beside you that remained there at all times. It was strange, having so much trust in what most people would class as a stranger considering the time frame of it all, but for you she was like a shelter in the storm.

It’s just a shame that you had a cloud of dread looming over you all night, and she was soon to be the victim of it.

At one point, after the main meal, you managed to sneak away from it all. You slipped out quietly, without a fuss or a fanfare, having perfected the Irish goodbye during all these years. You could be found at the rooftop bar just above, your guilt not allowing you to head home just yet due to the one person who you had told to meet you there when she was ready.

For much less time than you expected, you nursed a single mocktail, at peace with your solitude once more, even with the Menorcan nightlife booming all around. But, as you had learnt within the last few days, there was one person that could always pull you out of the anxious pit you thought yourself into.

“Hola, cariño.” Alexia slid onto the stool across from you at the small, intimate table you had chosen by the railing, with an incredible view of the surrounding area. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, fine.” You brushed her off with a tight-lipped smile, one Alexia could see through instantly, as one hand anxiously clasped your glass and the other scratched the back of your neck.

“No, you do not look fine.” Alexia frowned, delicately resting a hand on your forearm.

“That’s kind of you.” You laughed, but it was humourless.

“No, you understand what I said. You do not seem yourself.” She said, a little softer than her last words. You shrugged and averted your eyes to the scenery to your right. Her hand squeezed your arm, trying to gain your attention again. It didn’t work, “You can talk to me. I will listen. I am good at that.”

“You are good at listening.” You smiled at her then, to her relief, falling deeper and deeper into her eyes everytime she grinned at you. “It really doesn’t matter, Ale. It’s… it’s silly.”

“Not to me. Venga, talk. Off your mind.”

Pushing your boundaries, again. Not to laugh at you, or mock you, or cause years worth of emotional anguish. She was doing it simply because she cared. There was no double meaning to it. It was just who she was.

“I guess those kinds of things, the dinner with everyone, just aren’t really… my crowd.” You met her eye nervously, just to be met with earnesty and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. “I feel out of place there, I always do. I just wish I could be in the background, but at the same time I want to be a part of it. Everyone looks so… free of their burdens, and I just carry them around with me like chains dragging me down and I don’t know how to get out of that mindset.”

The silence that met your rambling was deathly unnerving, and part of you was considering hopping on a flight right this second, to anywhere that’ll have you. Somewhere cooler than this heat, off the grid, with no one around… Alaska? Somewhere in Canada? Or perhaps a place in Chile, or Peru, or-

“You were never in the background to me. Never.” Alexia stated honestly. “You can be like them. But I like your quieter qualities too. Who you want to be one day, I think I will like her anyway.”

For a moment, they were precisely the words you wished to hear all along. Then that passed. In its wake, the same sense of dread from earlier. Almost as if you were already going through the heartbreak that would surely come.

“I have something else to tell you, Ale.” You mumbled. She nodded, emphatically, more than prepared to take on board any more of your insecurities, worries, anxieties, anything. “I’m going home tonight. My flight is at five in the morning.”

“W…what?” Alexia murmured, hoping, praying that she hadn’t heard what she was sure she had.

“I have to leave soon, to get ready for my flight home.” You repeated, expecting her to pull away or to get angry. She didn’t. But you could see the melancholy swirling in her eyes, no doubt drowning her heart too.

“Why did you not tell me sooner? I thought we had more time.” She said dejectedly, her grasp on your arm a little firmer than it was before. It was clear to you she wasn’t ready to let go yet, and that made it all indefinitely worse. Much harder than you expected.

“I-” Your voice cracked over the short syllable. “I’m sorry, Ale. I didn’t really know how to tell you.”

“Do not be sorry, and do not cry, please. It will hurt more if you cry, then I will cry, it will be a mess.” You laughed at her words, and she managed to crack a smile too. “When do you have to go?”

“Soon. Soon.” You answered, sniffling and wiping your eyes before the tears fell. Then you remembered. “But I have something for you! It’s in my bag, just for you.”

Alexia chuckled at how you frantically looked through your bag for the item you were looking for, pulling it out not a moment later. She took it from you gently, like it was some kind of ancient relic she had to handle with care, knowing how much it meant to you.

“Your book?” She smiled softly at you, this one object worth so much more to her than anything she possessed, just due to the sentiment of it.

“My favourite book. I think you’ll like it. It’s in English though, so that might put you off.” You teased, but instead of playing along, she shook her head and tore her eyes away from the gift to gaze at you with nothing but unabashed amazement exuberating from her.

“No, I will read this. Thank you, for giving a piece of yourself to me.”

“Here, let me write something in it for you.”

You rooted through your bag for a pen you knew was in there, finding it in a heartbeat. Alexia slid the book over to you and watched you with great intent, only for you to turn the cover over so she couldn’t see what you wrote on the first page. She rolled her eyes and looked away, entirely missing the way you flicked through to the final page and scribbled something down quickly. The click of the pen brought her attention back to you, and she went to take it back before you slammed your hand down on the cover.

“No, don’t read it while I’m here. Wait until I’m gone.” You demanded. With a sigh, she gave in, knowing she would let you lead her off of a cliff if you just said the words. She went to speak again, only to be stopped by a ringtone, yet again. “I’m sorry, Ale. That’s my alarm. I need to go.”

Goodbyes were the worst. No amount of preparation and acceptance could force away the onslaught of emotions that built up merely at the idea of them. You found yourself grasping for the right words, but you knew deep down that none can appropriately capture the magnitude of what you’re feeling. It’s a blur, that sacred moment, and it feels awfully final. Though you know that life, with all its beauty, will cross your paths again some day, there’s no certainty in anything.

And that thought, as you pull away from her arms and take it step by step across the bar, constricts your heart tightly, as if it’s still her hand holding it and refusing to let go. You feel the ache of her absence already, though you still share the same air, and the tears on your face glimmer in the warm light of the fairy lights above you.

Alexia hadn’t quite felt heartbreak like it. She had known love, she had known loss. But never had she felt so sick to her stomach at the idea of someone walking so simply out of her life. Still, she had no way to contact you, only knowing your first name and that you lived in Barcelona. Yet, at the same time, she knew everything about you. In your opinion, there wasn’t another human on earth that so deeply understood the essence of your being. But she couldn’t do anything about it. You were out of her reach now. A face in the distance.

In secret you both met and in silence you will now grieve, because no one could understand how deeply intertwined you had become with each other’s souls in such a short time.

Isn't it strange, how a few fleeting moments can change every hope and dream about the future. And yet, in the glimpse of an eye, it can disintegrate into a past memory before we even know it.

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Part two? because what if i said, theoretically, i already have the whole entire plotline figured out for it🌝 let me know what you think :)

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𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐈 [𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — Violet Bridgerton x fem!seamstress!Reader

SUMMARY — Madame Delacroix expands her business with a French seamstress and Violet is the first customer.

WORD COUNT — 6.2K

WARNINGS — 18+ NSFW MDNI, it’s just gay sex guys idk what to tell you, French dialogue used throughout (minimally but context helps explain)

NOTE — I feel obligated to tell you that this fic is in part inspired by a song I listen to on repeat, although I don’t think the French guys that wrote it realized it would be the catalyst for a sapphic fanfic

Lady Violet Bridgerton was never one for last minute endeavours. That wasn’t to say she didn’t appreciate a little spontaneity every now and again, but surely she preferred when things were planned and she was prepared.

So it shocked her, of all things, that she could be the reason for her own unpreparedness. In reality, her family’s circumstances — with Francesca’s departure to Scotland, Anthony and Kate’s travels to India, and Colin and Penelope’s honeymoon — were the real cause of her scattered brain, but she still blamed herself of course.

It was with a very apologetic look that she entered the modiste, hopeful that Madame Delacroix might be able to fit her in for a last minute appointment so that she could have a dress made for an upcoming ball.

“Unfortunately, I will not be able to help you, Lady Bridgerton,” the seamstress said and Violet cursed internally, “but I have a colleague who has just arrived from France to help me since business has been so-err plentiful.”

“Oh!” Violet was pleasantly surprised, blinking her eyes a few times, thinking something was better than nothing at this point. “Would she be able to see me?”

“She is just getting settled, but I am sure she can make some time for a very loyal customer who I am sure has been just as busy as me recently,” Madame Delacroix gave Violet a friendly smile which was bashfully returned.

She asked Violet to wait for a moment, going to the back where Violet could hear some quiet chatter before Madame Delacroix returned with you by her side.

“Lady Bridgerton, this is Madame Bisset.”

Violet had to remind herself to move her head up and down in a polite nod, her eyes glued so intensely to yours. She wouldn’t be surprised if her mouth was slightly agape like that of a fish, but she could have sworn she’d never seen anything as beautiful in her entire life.

“I have a space upstairs,” you explained. “It is still a little messy. I hope you do not mind.”

“I-” Violet’s voice came out strained and she coughed and cleared her throat. “No, that will not be a problem.”

“Perfect, right this way, Madame,” you motioned for her to follow you, going into the back of the shop, climbing up a set of narrow stairs until you reached the top, revealing to Violet another workspace she hadn’t seen before.

Like you had already mentioned, it was a little rough around the edges, fabric was still pouring out of boxes, a few mannequins were tucked away in the corner, but there was a nice carpeted area in the middle of the room with a raised platform and a large mirror.

“Um, Madame Delacroix said you came from France recently,” Violet found herself beginning to talk.

“Yes, I arrived just one week ago,” you explained. “I heard there is quite the market for dress making in London and I was looking for a bit of a change.”

“I hope you enjoy it here,” Violet smiled. “Lord knows the ton cannot get enough of a good modiste.”

“That is what I am relying on.” you chuckled, and motioned for her to step up on the platform. “Now, what is it you are looking for, Lady Bridgerton?”

“Just an evening gown, for an upcoming ball,” she said, finding herself unable to break her gaze from you, watching as you brought out a measuring tape and looked through some boxes of fabric.

“Any preferences?” you asked. “We just had this lovely fabric come in, I think it would look quite stunning on you.”

Once you had found it, you pulled it out of the box with a smile and came to drape it over Violet’s shoulder so she could see it on herself. You smoothed out the fabric along her front and she almost felt herself stagger back at the gentle and light pressure over her chest and midsection.

“What do you think?”

She blinked a few times, like she was trying to get her eyes to work again, taking in the blushy pink fabric with darker pink paisley embroidery.

“Yes, it’s quite nice,” her voice came out a whisper.

“Perfect,” you smiled. “Then I will take your measurements and you can be on your way.”

Measurements. Violet wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it through that.

There was something electric about your touch, even when your fingers were simply hovering over her, she could feel sparks sending signals to her heart, beating faster until she could hear it pounding in her ears.

Violet had always known attraction to be strong and forceful, but this was bordering on violent.

She watched as you adjusted the measuring tape in your hands, first starting with the length from her shoulder to her ankle. You worked with much concentration and diligence, and for that Violet was grateful, because it meant that maybe you wouldn’t notice how each time she felt your hands against her she would have to centre herself and remind herself how to breathe, repeating the words in and out over and over again in her head.

Eventually, you needed to take the measurements for her hips and bust and Violet knew if she didn’t distract herself somehow she might faint.

“Um when will I-uh need to come in for adjustments?” she asked, just as your hands wrapped the tape from around her back to the front of her chest.

“Currently you are my only customer,” you said. “I believe two days will be more than enough time for me to finish. After the adjustments are done I can have the dress sent to Bridgerton house if that is agreeable.”

“Oh, um, no there is no need for that,” she shook her head. “I can pick it up. The home is quiet nowadays with most of my children off in every corner of Lord knows where,” she chuckled nervously. “It’s nice to get out of the house and get some fresh air, perhaps get some tea, go for a stroll.”

“Yes of course, whatever suits you, Madame,” you nodded your head. “And I believe we are finished for today.”

Violet gave you a sheepish smile and stepped down from the platform.

“Thank you, Madame Bisset. I am not normally this-uh disorganized,” she explained. “I promise next time I will plan things much better.”

“Lady Bridgerton, I love what I do, really it is no trouble. Come any time to see me.”

Violet lightly chewed on the side of her bottom lip, looking down at her feet, her hands moving to her stomach, perhaps to remind herself that she was standing.

“I will keep that in mind,” she nodded and wished you a final goodbye before walking down the stairs and exiting the modiste, grateful now for the air outside more than she thought she had ever been in her life.

—

Two days later, Violet returned anxiously for her alterations. When she entered the modiste she was surprised to see you already downstairs, looking through some drawers for something.

You heard the ring of the shop bell and looked up from where you were hunched over, a welcoming smile gracing your face.

“Lady Bridgerton,” you greeted.

“Madame Bisset, it is good to see you.”

Her mind drifted back to the image of you moments ago, bent over an open drawer. It certainly was good to see you.

“Did I drop in at a bad time?” she asked.

“Not at all, I was just getting some lace for the hem of the dress and around the sleeves and neckline. I thought it might be nice to try, no?”

Violet nodded, she would simply say yes to anything that either gave her an excuse to be with you longer or to come back more often.

You led her upstairs to your workspace again, and this time when she entered she realized it was noticeably cleaner and more organized than last time.

Boxes were replaced by racks of fabrics and shelves had been uncovered to host a myriad of little things, all of which she was sure you’d find use for in due time.

“Should I help with the dress, Madame?” you motioned to her outfit and Violet gulped.

“Y-yes, I suppose that would be…necessary,” she nodded her head and you moved to close the door for the workspace and lock it to ensure privacy while Violet stood up on the slightly raised platform in front of the mirror.

You had come to stand behind her, your fingers carefully fitting themselves between her sleeve and shoulder, helping her slip one arm out at a time before pulling it down slightly over her chest and guiding the fabric to the ground so she could step out of it.

It was something she’d done in front of other women countless times, but never had she felt this vulnerable and exposed. She looked down and saw the hairs on her arm stand on end, only to be followed by a slight jolt when she felt your hand against her corseted waist.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized with a chuckle. “I just need…” your voice trailed off as you looked down at her feet and she realized she needed to step out of her dress.

A rosy colour quickly made its way onto her cheeks as she stepped out of her dress so you could hang it up for her and bring the new dress for her to try on.

She stepped into the pink fabric and tried to make sure her body made no involuntary movements as she felt your hands graze along her sides, helping each bare arm slip into a sleeve, now finally covered again.

“Hmm,” you stood in front of her and analyzed the way the fabric fit. “It is a little loose here, no?” you asked, tightening the fabric around her chest slightly so that it was more in line with the shape of her corset.

“I suppose, maybe, yes,” she nodded, “I-I’m sorry, but do you have any water?” Violet asked.”I-I’m feeling a little parched.”

“Oh of course,” you nodded, letting go of her dress and walking to a pitcher and some glasses you had set to the side, filling one up for her before bringing it back.

She tried her best to drink it graciously, but there was nothing more she wanted to do than down the whole glass in one shot. Once she was finished, you took the glass from her and set it aside, picking up the lace you had brought up with you, to present your suggestion.

“I was thinking maybe we can put it around the hem of the dress, like this,” you showed her, bending down and lifting the skirt just slightly to tuck some of the lace under it so it was peeking throughout the bottom.

“Oh,” Violet raised her brows as she looked in the mirror. “I actually quite like that.”

“So do I,” you nodded, standing back up, “And I thought maybe the arms…”

You tried the same thing with the sleeves and, again, it suited the look of the dress. Lastly, you placed it around the neckline, moving to hold it up from behind her so she could see.

Violet thought at that moment it was probably better not to breathe at all considering if she did, with the restriction of her corset her heaving chest would be quite obvious.

“Mmm, je n’aime pas ça,” you shook your head, your voice soft and close to her ear.

“I-I’m sorry?”

Violet had spent most of her younger years learning French, but for some reason, the entirety of the language had escaped her.

“I do not like the lace here,” you switched back to English, removing the lace and pulling the fabric a little tighter around her bust, pinning it in place with the pins from your pin cushion. “It is better like this.”

“You think so?” she asked quietly, feeling herself swallow harshly after she finished speaking.

“I know so, Madame,” you nodded. “Why would one hide such perfect skin?”

Violet looked in the mirror at what you were referring to, her chest littered with freckles and spots.

“I hardly think it is perfect,” she shook her head.

“It would be like covering a starry sky with clouds,” you offered. “One cannot gaze at the stars and wonder about the universe on a cloudy night.”

Violet chuckled nervously and looked down at the floor for a moment.

“Madame Bisset, I think you mistake how many people are gazing.”

“You would be surprised,” you gently placed your hand on her arm, rubbing up and down in a reassuring motion.

She could feel the fabric of the sleeves move against her arm in response to your touch and it caused a warmth to spread in the pit of her stomach.

You moved to grab a container with a few more pins and began seeing where adjustments needed to be made and dealt with the fabric accordingly. Violet felt herself easily growing restless, her fingers fiddling around with the small bits of thread sticking out of the end of the sleeves.

“So, um, where does the name Bisset come from? What I mean to say is what area of France?” she quickly clarified.

“Bisset does not belong to a region,” you explained. “It means one who weaves.”

“Oh, how fitting,” Violet hummed.

“It is not my real name,” you admitted. “Just something I picked up for work.”

Violet bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to let her curiosity get the best of her, but when she heard your quiet chuckle from behind her, she tried to turn her head to look back at you.

“What is it?”

“It is okay, you want to know what my name actually is,” you said. “You can ask.”

And so she did, and for the first time she heard your name. She tested it in her own voice, like she was savouring having your name on her tongue, burned into her mind.

“Mine is Violet,” she said quietly.

“Violet,” your French pronunciation of her name made her feel a shiver behind her neck, or maybe that was simply your breath against her skin. “Un nom joli pour une personne même plus jolie.”

Violet blushed at your admission, and you grinned.

“So you understand me then?”

She nodded her head.

“Then what did I say?” you teased her a little, while adding a few more pins, now along the length of the sleeves.

Violet looked at you as if to ask if you were really going to make her say it out loud, and when you didn’t seem to back down she caved.

“You said that it was a beautiful name for a beautiful person,” she said before pressing her lips together.

“Close,” you looked up at her. “A beautiful name for an even more beautiful person.”

“You flatter me too much,” Violet shook her head.

“In my experience, a dress is only as beautiful as the person wearing it,” you said. “It is always a pleasure to make something for someone who shines just as brightly as the fine fabrics and silks. Even more so when they believe it.”

You put in the last pin and looked content with your work.

“I should have this ready by tomorrow,” you told her. “You still wish to pick it up?”

“Yes,” she nodded with a smile.

“Alright, let me help you change so that you can be on your way.”

Carefully, you helped Violet take off the dress, conscious to make sure none of the pins pricked her, and after she stepped out of the dress, you put it on your work table, getting what dress she came with and helping her slip back into it.

“I will see you tomorrow then, in the afternoon, in case anything comes up,” you said and she smiled.

“Tomorrow afternoon it is, Madame.”

“Au revoir,” you gave her a small wave and again, she held her hands against her stomach.

“Au revoir.”

—

Violet wasn’t sure she’d ever gotten so many compliments on a dress as she had on what you’d made for her. There was something new and cutting about it and much to her surprise, it became very hard to book an appointment with either you or Madame Delacroix afterwards.

News had spread to the rest of the ton of you and your talents, and everyone wanted a piece.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Violet managed to get herself in for another appointment, needing a dress for a wedding along with a few odds and ends she thought with all this uncertainty she may as well get done now.

When she arrived at the modiste, it was overflowing with people. She never thought she had seen it so busy and she wondered if it was really all from that simple pink dress. Although the dress itself wasn’t necessarily simple, it was elegant in its style, its function, and of course, it had a certain je ne sais quoi.

“Lady Bridgerton,” you grinned, seeing Violet enter the shop. “I believe I have you to thank for all this business. Both Genviève and I do.”

“Oh, I didn’t do any of the work,” she shook her head. “I simply wore it.”

“And you wore it well, which is half of the battle,” you chuckled. “Come, I am always happy to see my favourite customer.”

Violet’s heart warmed when you called her your favourite, a sense of pride overcoming her. Still out of all of the young debutantes and busy mamas, she somehow remained at the top of your list.

When you arrived at your workspace, closing the door behind you and walking further inside and let out a small breath of air, a bright smile came over your face.

“How can I help you today?”

“I need a dress for a wedding,” she began, “along with a few other things.”

“Such as?” you pressed.

“Some clothes for the country, a few dresses for home, and some new night clothes. I was thinking perhaps a robe and a nightgown or two.”

“Madame, you are keeping my hands busy,” you smiled. “Now I already have the measurements I will need for the dress, so we can pick fabrics, then maybe I can show you some things I have already made in case something catches your eye and we can make alterations and then fill in any gaps after.”

“Sounds splendid to me,” she nodded.

“Parfait,” you grinned and clapped your hands together. “What colour are you thinking for the dress you will wear to the wedding?”

“I usually stick to blue,” she said. “It was the colour my late husband’s family used a lot, but…” she paused.

“You’re thinking of something else,” you put your hands on your hips. “Purple.”

“How did you know?” she looked at you a little astounded, a small chuckle coming past her lips, lacing her words with a certain playfulness.

“A suspicion,” you shrugged with a teasing wink. “Now light or dark?”

“Light, it is getting warmer outside after all.”

You rummaged through some things and pulled out a few swatches of fabric for her to choose from.

“They are all nice,” Violet chewed on her lip while trying to decide. “What do you think?”

You took a long look at the collection in front of you and then looked up at Violet, sizing up each swatch to the woman in front of you, fabricating the dress in your mind’s eye until you figured out which one you liked the most.

“This one, I think.”

You held out a simple silky fabric for her.

“I can add something to it, a design, some beads,” you said. “But I like this colour on you.”

“I will leave it up to you,” she said. “I am sure I will be happy with whatever you make. Surely, the rest of the ton is.”

You chuckled and placed the fabric back down.

“Now some of those other things,” you motioned for her to follow you.

You showed her a few dresses to see what ones she might be interested in taking with her to the country. Some were made with simple cotton for days spent resting inside the house in the off season. Once she had decided which she liked, you set them aside to make sure they were properly fitted for her.

“And nightclothes?” you asked. “What about something like this?”

You pulled out a particularly sheer gown, probably meant for someone on their honeymoon, or maybe at the very least with someone to share it with.

“Um, I am not sure I am the right fit for that,” she chuckled nervously, knowing her resolve with you already wore thin, hoping you would accept her reasoning and move on to something more modest.

“Why not?” you asked.

“I am a widow, Madame, I wouldn’t have anyone to wear it for,” she said truthfully.

“You could wear it for yourself,” you said.

Violet tilted her head and blinked, “Myself?”

“Ben oui,” you nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Who said you have to wear something for someone else?”

Violet chewed on her cheek. She supposed she wasn’t really wearing anything for anyone but herself at the moment.

“It is okay to wear something that makes you feel beautiful even if you are the only one to see it,” you reassured her. “If you do not think you would feel beautiful in this, now that is something different.”

Violet pressed her lips together. It had been so long since she had worn something other than a simple cotton nightdress, but there was something alluring about wearing something that matched her desire, even if she would end up being the only one to see it.

“And the fitting for this?” she asked.

“We could do it right now, if you wish,” you said.

“L-Like for alterations?” she looked at you wide-eyed.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, draping the dress over your arm, ignoring her surprise.

She looked between the dress and herself a few times, contemplating whether or not she should do it, or more, whether she could handle it.

Wearing it for herself was one thing, but wearing it in front of you was something else.

She nervously scratched behind her ear, thinking in her mind that it might be best to pass on this for the moment, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she said,

“Alright then.”

You smiled and turned to go back to where you would do the alterations and Violet blinked hard, processing what had just left her mouth.

“Are you coming, Madame?”

Violet looked over at you and nodded, slowly walking over to the platform.

Similar to before, you helped her out of her dress, and she stood in front of you again in her corset and undergarments, but this time after her dress was placed off to the side, your fingers nimbly worked on the laces on her back, deftly loosening the material and unravelling it until it was loose around her.

Violet, not quite ready to let go, held it up from the front, noticing her breathing becoming shakier by the second.

“I can take that for you,” you extended your hand out for her corset and she swallowed thickly.

It took her a few moments to remember how to work her hands again, carefully peeling the material away from her chest and handing it to you, unsure of what to do with her arms before deciding her best option was to cross them over her chest.

When you returned, you came to stand in front of Violet, the nightgown in your hands, ready to help her put it on. You looked down at her crossed arms then back up at her blue eyes and her cheeks flushed before moving her hands and lifting them above her head so you could slip the fabric over her.

The hem of the dress stopped at her knees, much shorter than anything she was used to wearing. The slight blue colour almost enhanced the sheerness of the fabric and Violet tried to take it all in, running a hand down her midsection, noticing how she could see her bellybutton.

She tried not to focus on how she could feel your gaze burning into what felt like her very soul.

“What do you think of the fit?” she asked quietly.

You pursed your lips.

“I like how it fits around here,” you ran your hands along both sides of her waist down to her hips. “Less, up here.”

Your hands migrated to the fabric barely covering her breasts and she could have sworn she let out a small squeak, feeling your fingers brush against her. Her suspicion was confirmed when you spoke.

“Everything alright, Madame?” you looked up at her.

“Fine,” she whispered.

“T’es sûre?” you murmured, stepping a little closer and adjusting the straps over her shoulders.

“Mhmm,” she almost whimpered, pressing her lips together and looking up at the ceiling. “I’m fine, it is just a little chilly up here,” she said. “You know when you get cold, you um…you feel things more.”

You nodded your head.

“That is not to say it was cold before, I am just cold now because-”

“Tais toi.”

Violet blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you looked up at her and placed a finger under her chin. “I said tais toi.”

Despite Violet’s shock that you had essentially told her to shut up, she found herself speaking still.

“Really?” she began. “You won’t even use le vous poli?” she asked, referring to your less polite and more informal grammar choice.

“Why would I use that when everything I want to do to you is very, very impolite?” you whispered, merely millimeters away from her mouth, your breath mingling with hers.

Violet wasn’t sure what overcame her, she grabbed your hands, placing them over her breasts, her mouth agape as shaky breaths fanned over your face.

With that permission, you brushed your thumbs on top of the fabric, over her nipples, her whimper deliciously clouding your senses, encouraging you to do it again.

“If you are really so set on wearing this for someone,” you gripped her tighter, eliciting a surprised gasp, your lips travelling closer to her ear. “You could wear it for me, ma belle.”

Violet hummed and leaned her head against yours, feeling you move along her until your foreheads were pressed together, noses brushing against each other.

“We shouldn’t,” Violet breathed.

“We shouldn’t,” you shook your head, still moving closer until you captured her lips with yours. Her hands found their way to your waist, narrowly avoiding your pin cushion, pulling you against her, your thumbs still gently massaging over her breasts, content hums and soft moans echoing in your mouth as you kissed her.

When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against Violet’s again, your eyes shut.

“You have another appointment don’t you?” Violet whispered and you nodded and she had to bite back the whine that wanted to escape.

“Come back tonight,” you murmured, your hands moving to hold both sides of Violet’s face, a reassurance. “Two doors down.”

“W-What would I tell my carriage driver?”

“Pick your most discreet one,” you whispered, pressing your lips to hers again in a much softer kiss.

She nodded her head and when you pulled apart further and she opened her eyes, she could see you smiling back at her and she thought if you were so certain, maybe everything would be okay.

It wasn’t until much later in the evening when Violet was standing outside your door, waiting for you to come and open it, that the reality of the situation fully set on her. She was caught in such a haze before, her stomach swirling with an all consuming nausea that was almost delightful.

She felt her arms wrapping around herself tighter, nervously looking around to make sure there were no unwanted eyes watching her, until she heard the door open in front of her, bringing her attention back to the present.

You were quick to wordlessly take her hand and bring her inside, closing the door behind you.

“You are tense,” you remarked, holding her hand in both of yours, gently massaging its back with your thumbs.

Violet was unsure of what to expect, but she did know wherever this led, she wanted to follow it, to chase that staggering violent feeling until she couldn’t take it any more.

“I just didn’t want anyone to see,” she whispered. “I am fine.”

You smiled. “Bien.”

You helped her take off her cloak, biting your bottom lip when you saw what she was wearing underneath.

“C’est jolie,” you hummed. “But I think I am more excited to see what is underneath.”

Violet chuckled nervously, feeling a certain heat come to her cheeks. She let herself be pulled into you when you took your hand in hers, melting into the kiss that followed, allowing you to lead her through the hallway and into what she assumed was a bedroom.

Her suspicions were fully confirmed when she felt the back of her legs hit a plush mattress, making her fall back, only to be gently lowered the rest of the way by you, now leaning over top of her.

“W-Wait,” Violet whispered.

“Hmm?” you looked at her patiently. “Ça va?”

“What happens next?” she asked.

“Do you want me to explain it to you?”

You tilted your head to look at her and she nodded.

“First I take this off,” you murmured, working at the series of ribbons in the front of her dress that kept it tied shut.

She watched as you undid each one, single handedly, revealing more and more of her bare skin until your hand came and fully pushed both parts of the fabric aside, leaving her exposed in front of you.

“Then I listen,” you kissed her jaw. “Your breathing, your body, it…tells me things.”

One hand moved to cup her breast and she sighed.

“Like that,” you smiled. “And I follow that, I see where it takes me.”

You pinched her nipple between your thumb and pointer finger and she arched slightly into your touch. Carefully, you twisted it between your fingers, your mouth trailing its kisses down her neck and chest, until eventually your mouth replaced your fingers, tongue swirling and teeth grazing against the soft and sensitive flesh.

Violet let out a breath of air, a whine caught in the back of her throat as she arched further into you, her hand coming to hold your head against her.

With a gentle kiss, you paused your mouth’s movements, taking your hand from where it rested against her waist, dragging it across her stomach.

“Next,” you began, “No, it is too vulgar in English,” you shook your head.

“Tell me in French,” she begged. “Dit-le moi, s’il vous plaît.”

You smiled and kissed her breast again.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Your finger trailed a little lower, now tracing lines across the base of her stomach, the skin there soft and stretched from many pregnancies, and oh so precious.

“Je prends mes doigts,” your fingers moved even lower, the blood pumping to Violet’s head so fast she thought she might faint. “Et je les appuie ici.”

“Oh!” she moaned, her head turned to the side, your thumb firmly against her, massaging in slow tantalizing and tortuous circles.

“Mais, je préfère les mettre comme ça.”

Violet gasped, your name on her lips as she felt your fingers inside her, beginning a slow and steady pace that her body seemed to match with the movement of her hips.

“Is this good, or do you want more?” you asked her, not stopping the movement of your hand and fingers.

“More, please,” she breathed.

“En Français, ma belle.”

“S-S’il vous plaît.”

“Bien sûre,” you smiled and increased your pace, fingers carefully searching until they found the intense response they were seeking from Violet.

“There,” she nodded her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Mmm.”

She pressed her lips together so tightly you could have sworn they went white.

You listened to her instructions, continuing to work at that spot, leaning over top of her, feeling her breathing pick up with each fan of warm breath over your face. You pressed a few kisses to her jaw, your ear right next to her mouth, listening intently as breathing turned into moans that didn’t stop.

You could feel the heat radiating off of every part of her, clouding your own senses, encouraging you further to push her over that edge, eager movements guiding her until her mind went blissfully blank, her back arched towards you while you slowed your hand, her breathing much more ragged than before until you carefully removed your fingers.

Wiping them carefully on the sheets next to her, you then took her face in your hand, pressing a slow kiss to her lips.

Violet hummed into your lips, like she wanted to say something so you pulled away, watching her finally open her eyes once more.

“Can I?” she whispered.

“Can you what, chèrie?”

“Do that for you?” she asked. “Teach me.”

You grinned, leaning down and capturing her lips in another kiss.

When you pulled apart this time, she pushed herself up on her forearms, watching as you moved to sit next to her. She knew the first step, her hand brushing against the sleeve of your nightgown, pushing it off your shoulder, studying how your skin felt against her fingers.

You took your arm out of your sleeve and waited for her to do the same with the opposite side before tugging the sides down until the fabric pooled at your hips.

She leaned in to kiss you, guiding you to lie back on the mattress before her hands came back to the fabric, pulling it completely off of you.

She took a moment to admire you in front of her, feeling that same intense pull towards you as she did when you had first become acquainted.

With her lips against yours once more, she hooked her fingers around the top of your underwear, pulling it down as her lips detached from yours so she could finish the job.

She leaned over top of you, her brown hair falling in waves on either side of her head, the soft fabric of her robe-like dress, creating a curtain around her, but her body still on full display for you.

You couldn’t help but reach out and snake a hand around her waist, your thumb brushing back and forth in small motions.

“Tell me,” she whispered. “What do I do next?”

You moved your hand up from her waist tracing along her side and down her arm, until her wrist was in your hands.

“You can touch me here.”

You placed her hand on your breast. “Or here.”

Your hand moved hers lower, only hovering over your core.

“Or anywhere that feels right when you listen.”

She nodded her head slowly, your hand finishing its guidance as she watched with bated breath, your eyes closed anticipatorily, small shaky breaths coming past your lips as her fingers made contact and you finally let go of her wrist.

Violet tucked some of her hair behind her ear with her free hand before letting herself feel and explore you.

She paid close attention, listening to what sounds filled the air, a small smile coming to her lips when you moaned her name.

She moved so her thumb replaced her fingers, continuing to brush against that spot that seemed to make your face twist and contort in beautiful ways she’d never seen before.

Violet became curious, her other hand moving to cup your breast, brushing her thumb over your nipple, noticing the new reaction it had brought, a groan and a plea for more.

Both of her thumbs worked in tandem on different parts of your body, pulling your focus in two directions, back and forth with no end in sight.

Violet was entranced by you, squirming slightly under her touch, the fact that she was the one making you feel this way, like you had no control. The only thing possible for you to do was let her know how much you wanted, no, needed her.

“Violet,” you whimpered. “Please, m-more.”

Violet smiled devilishly and leaned down, her lips ghosting your ear.

“En Français.”

“S’il vous plaît, Violet, mon Dieu,” you groaned before she increased the intensity of her ministrations.

Her hand moved from your breast up to your face, holding it up so she could kiss you as her thumb worked against you, a warmth spreading in her stomach as you moaned into her mouth, your hips meeting her touch until you were gripping onto Violet for dear life as the only hope of reminding yourself you were, in fact, still on earth.

She stopped a little more abruptly than you would have liked, still thrumming with pleasure, and holding her close.

“Was that right?” she teased and when you finally looked up at her, grabbing her chin with your thumb and forefinger, pulling her down in a kiss, your last words, a mutter against her lips.

“Tais toi.”

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fayesia · 1 year ago

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I was wondering if you can do a fic for Mike schmidt.

The reader is constantly teasing mike innocently and most often no so innocently and one day he's had enough and just f*cks the reader so hard and multiple times where the reader tries to stand up they fall and can't walk for either a few hours or days.

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You loved teasing Mike. It wasn’t your fault, he just made it so fun to do, the way he reacted, the things he would do to you.

That’s why this weekend since Abby was away at her aunts you started off the morning with a nice breakfast for the two of you. Except the only thing you had on was your underwear and an apron that read ‘kiss the chef’ as you pranced around listening to your favourite songs, barely noticing when Mike halted in is steps behind you. His hands wrapped around your waist laughing into the side of your neck after you screamed in shock of his presence.

You grumbled, pushing him away after his rude interruption of your morning dance session, questioning if he wanted his eggs sunny side up or down on the floor. His laughter continued as he helped grab some plates and set the table watching you like a hawk as you placed the eggs onto them. He pulled you close as you wrapped your arms around him, “god, what’d i do to deserve you”, letting out a breathy laugh you wiggled out of his grasps prompting him to eat, which he did. uncomfortably. hunched over, unable to sit properly due to a certain issue in his pants which you chose to ignore.

After breakfast you took a shower and got ready for the day, taking advantage of the warm spring day, you opted for a nice summer dress that wrapped around you perfectly and flared out as you spun. continuing your endeavours of teasing you decided to be a little risky and not wear any panties leaving you bare apart from your dress. Heading back through the house you cleaned up the kitchen and living room as Mike was busy reading a book about dreams and their meanings on the couch.

He briefly looked up at you when you were loading the dishwasher and then once again when you were wiping the coffee table in front of him. Bending low to wipe one side giving him a more than nice view of your risks taken this morning, and then once again bending over the other side providing him a good eyeful of your breast.

It seemed he had had enough as you stood up straight again and he slammed his book shut throwing it next to him, before coming face to face with you.

“i’ve had fucking enough of your teasing this whole morning and don’t think you can just get away with it”

you squeal and attempt to run from him but before you can even make it to the bedroom door he has you in a fireman carry and slaps your bare behind, before placing you down on the bed. Your grin isn’t even hidden and you know he’s giving you hell for doing this on purpose. He’s quick to remove your dress, bending you over his lap and running his hand across your ass, feeling the smooth skin and digging his fingertips into your flesh.

your face heats up from the stark contrast of how clothed the two of you are but you only get more hot when his fingers fun across your pussy. He smack the skin in between your thighs and ass in quick successions leaving you gasping each time, “you fucking wanted this didn’t you, did that all on purpose cause you just wanna be fucked, well i’m gonna fuck you, so much you won’t even be able to walk tomorrow”

You expected to get a rise out of him but not this much.

He feels your wetness drip from your inner thighs onto his jeans, wasting no time to have you cowgirl on his lap with his cock in you. The girthy intrusion wasn’t something you were prepared for but the pain from the stretch is quickly cancelled out by the tip of his length hitting the best spot in you. Your warm wet walls are welcoming, wrapping around Mikes members and reminding him of why he fucking loves being inside of you so much.

He lifts you up off his cock while you mewl at the feeling of emptiness, bending you over the vanity dresser in your room he grabs a fistful of hair so you can watch yourself fall apart on his dick. His pants and your moans are loud and heard from everywhere in the house and the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit has you going over the edge.

You expected him to cum soon after but no he carried you back over to the bed and pushed you face down into the sheets, entering two fingers into you rubbing your wetness on you before slapping your pussy and then thrusting deep in you. The overstimulation was too good for you to say no and so you just lied there all fucked out while Mike continued plowing into you. His hands grabbed onto your breast pushing you back against his chest allowing his cock to hit a whole new different spot inside of you.

You were practically dumb on his cock and he knew it as he left kisses along the base of you neck and rubbed at your clit. Until you came on his cock once more, this time he too released inside of you, his cum practically overflowing from your pussy as you tightened around him like a vice, watching it dripping down from your pussy to the base of his cock.

Pulling out slowly he watched as more of your mixed cum pooled from your fucked out hole. You whined as his fingers collected the dripping cum pushing the white globs back into you, your hands were pushing Mikes away and you watched with hooded eyes as he cleaned his fingers with his own mouth before pulling you into a heated wet and messy kiss.

The two of you curled up, bathing in each other presence until you woke up the next morning looking over next to you to find the sheets empty. You assumed Mike must’ve either gone to the job centre or was still somewhere in the house and as you prepared to slither out from the warm covers your mind raced back to last night as your face warmed up.

Smiling to yourself you went to stand up only to fall onto the floor with an echoing thud, putting in no effort to get up. Mike quickly came jogging into the room coming to halt when he saw you. Questioning if you were alright and helping you get up, soon after absolutely folded in laughter at your explanation of why your legs have out.

Fuck, you knew his pride would never let you forget about this for the next few days.

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#smut #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf smut #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

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deepperplexity · 2 months ago

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🎄RICKMAS 2024 - a daily prompt challenge for all who love Alan Rickman and the characters he has portrayed 🎄

Welcome to this year's RICKMAS event! You all know the drill by now, but if you're new here, I will give one prompt for each day up until the 24th of December to do with as you wish — make it the theme of the fic/drawing/song/edit/etc., make it a feature, or simply mention it in a corner. It’s all good no matter how you choose to create with these prompts and all creative things are welcome!

Everyone is welcome to join in the fun and if you do one, eleven, or all prompts is completely up to you! I’m hosting this lovely event to allow fans of Alan Rickman (any of his characters) to connect and share some love, joy, and warmth through December. Let’s build our fandom universe and community further and interact more with each other!

This year’s tag is rickmas2024 — make sure to tag your work with it so we can all find your posts darlings and I’m hoping that even more darlings join in the fun this year - by creating or indulging in the creations while spreading it all to share the joy!

On to the promptlist! This year we are having a theme of depth and perhaps a bit more weight to each prompt than the earlier years - I endeavour to keep this event exciting and inspiring now that we are on year five (holy moly!) I decided to go a different route with the exception of prompt 24 (it's always Christmas Party) which I hope you'll love - and be wholly inspired by! *Drumroll please!*

✨RICKMAS 2024✨

December Moon

Secret Watching

A Treat

Darkest Night

Open Doors

Wrapped Tightly

Quiet Wishing

Never-ending Consequences

Unwanted Solitude

Lingering Touch

Out Of Reach

Missing Mirth

To Belong

Deceptive Kindness

Decorative Obsession

Thoughtful Gifts

Truthful Longing

Secret Visitor

A Helping Hand

Wrongful Perceptions

Heartfelt Confessions

Shivering Certainty

Eve Of Revelations

Christmas Party

Good luck everyone and I hope December will be good for you and amazing for this community of ours!

Lots of love, and jolly holiday wishes, Plex

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(Posted: 2024-11-01)

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minminyoonjii · 2 years ago

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Ultimate Masterlist

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Stray Love Haven Series Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: MLM/MLF Short Summary: A Stray Kids Kink Book with 31 Days' worth of plot

Time Out Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Bangchan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Two idiots in love who couldn't tell the difference between platonic pet names and romantic pet names

Silent Cry Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: Stray Kids Ot8/Gender Neutral! Reader Short Summary: You had a rough day, wanting nothing more than to sob your heart out alone but what if the eight men in your life felt it

Monster Under My Bed Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Bang Chan/Lee Felix Short Summary: Stress was catching up to Chan and he wanted to relieve himself, somehow tentacles joined the mix and so did Felix

Phobia Genre: Angst|Psychopath AU|Flash Fic Pairing: Stray Kids Ot8/Fem! Reader Short Summary: You had a crush on Chan but your best friend Minho seems to disprove your liking. A night out of clubbing, swirled into weeks of terror.

My Love Genre: Fluff|Romance Pairing: Lee Minho/Han Jisung Short Summary: Minho saw a goddess rush past him, taking his breath away. Only to see the same goddess sit on the swing next to him

Sticky Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Plant Monster! Park Jimin/Human! Jeon Jungkook Short Summary: Yoongi kept Jungkook in charge of his wild plant. He warned him about the consequences but Jungkook undermined the warning.

I'm A Charmer Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Stray Kids Song: Venom/Stray Kids Song: Charmer/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Have you ever wondered what it's like to fuck a humanoid version of your favourite song? This is that unhinged fic.

Mini Log Series Genre: Fluff|Ddlg/Mdlg Pairing: Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Domestic scenes of Chanlix and their little. There will be praise, there will be punishments and most importantly, there will be tooth-rotting sweetness.

Check Up Season Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Doctor! Lee Minho/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Medical play with heavy tension. Lee Know wearing glasses and a doctor's coat is very attractive.

Limousine Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: 3Racha/Short Fem! Reader Short Summary: You pissed off Chan so they fucked you behind a moving vehicle and confessed their love.

Winter Flowers Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Fluff Pairing: Kim Seungmin/Lee Minho Short Summary: Getting stuck on a ski lift isn't ideal, especially if you have acrophobia. Enemies to friends to lovers, a 2Min classic.

Mirror Genre: Fix-it Fic|Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: Father! Seo Changbin & Son! Bang Chan Short Summary: Coming out is never easy but imagine coming out to your adult son. Changbin just wants to explain to his child why he divorced his mother and left for ten years.

Monster On My Ceiling Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Lee Minho/Hwang Hyunjin Short Summary: Hyunjin wanted nothing more than to get railed silly by Minho but before anything could've happened. Our tentacle friend from Chanlix's endeavours joins in.

Adore You Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut Paring: Fem Dom! Reader/Bang Chan/Lee Minho/Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix Short Summary: Hyunjin had a rough day, so you decided to make love until his brain turns fuzzy.

Champagne and Cigarettes Genre: Fluff/Smut/Abo Pairing: Virgin! Reader/Bang Chan Short Summary: Jisung has been courting you for months, you already knew everyone in the pack and tonight's the night you become a pack member. The only problem is that you didn't know what you signed up for.

Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing Genre: Fluff|Smut|Age Regression Short Summary: It's the few days before your actual period where you just want to get railed. You got overwhelmed and ended up slipping into little space. What are your responsible CG's going to do?

Nightfall Genre: Fluff|Hurt/Comfort|Slight Angst|Age Regression Short Summary: Snow covered the backyard, and you wanted to play in it. Nightfall came, and the members promised you could play more the next day but why wait until that morning when you could play while they were asleep?

Sanrio Carnival Sanrio Carnival Visualizer Genre: Fluff|Domestic|Age Regression Short Summary: You were a big fan of Sanrio characters. Varying from the mainstream to the niche. One day, your caregiver bought tickets for the Sanrio Carnival. Tons of prizes were won, and many characters were seen. What did you do? Who did you see?

Monster In My Closet Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Kim Seungmin/Yang Jeongin Short Summary: Seungmin wanted to tease Jeongin into a pile of mush when slick pooled up to his ankles, holding him down.

Threeway To Heaven Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Raves were something your best friends go to frequently and this time they wanted you to join them. Things don't go as planned when you get served a free shot.

Topline Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Fem Dom Leaning! Reader Short Summary: You drove home thinking it was just another day. Hyunjin wanted to try something new to spice things up, who else to ask except his beloved members to help him out?

Teacher's Pet Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Fem! Reader/Lee Minho Short Summary: Mr. Hwang's course has always been a pain in the ass for your GPA so he decides to confront you on it, but you couldn't hold back from snapping at him. Mr. Lee heard the commotion and wanted to lay some advice.

Moral Of The Story Series Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: OT8! Straykids/Fem! Reader Short Summary: When a poly relationship starts turning cold, with regret, fear, and betrayal tying the strings of fate.

I Need You Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Fem! Reader/Lee Felix Short Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

Chasing That Feeling Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Lee Minho/Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Movie night snacks are always essential. Who knew bumping into a wall would lead to this?

Guilty Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: What's a little bit of teasing, when you're dating two most sexually driven men with the sheer need to ruin you.

9th Little Member Series Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Fluff|Age Regression Pairing: OT8/Reader Short Summary: You always felt that being a little was troublesome for the group. Hiding it was the only option you had. But you forgot one thing, your members can see through everything. Kidult|Tea Party|Otter Chaos

I'll Be Your Man Series Genre: Smut/Fluff Pairing: OT8/Fem! Reader Short Summary: A Stray Kids Smut Book with a crazy twist

Stray Heart Untold Series Genre: Fluff|Hurt/Comfort|Smut Main Pairing: Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Hero/Villain, betrayal enemies to lovers plot with world building and live writing ARG. Cause of writing: The 2023 5 Stars Trailer - Bang Chan.

Your Fault Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: All you wanted to do want watch a movie. You warned him, you told him it was slow. It's all his fault that his cock took over his brain.

Mommy's Home Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: There's nothing a good old-fashioned BJ can't fix, especially when you're stressed.

Double Trouble Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Seo Changbin/Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Princesses always had the right to feel full. It's not wrong to beg your boyfriend for another set of dick.

Into It Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Seo Changbin/Bang Chan/Han Jisung/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Needy men equal to multiple orgasms. It's not your fault that they like dragging every last bit of pleasure from your body.

All In Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: OT8/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Birthday Babies deserve a thorough pounding, including you. There's no escape once you're in.

Empty Mind Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Seo Changbin/Han Jisung/Fem! Reader Short Summary: What better way to melt your studious mind with a hard throbbing cock fucking you.

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entropyhours · 10 days ago

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✧ His Stillborn Swan Song･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Hot Scarian Summer | Day 6 | Putting on a Show + In the Desert

Scar / Grian Oneshot (8k words)

3rd Life SMP setting, Scar Character Study

Warnings: Major Character Death (canonical death only, not focused on)

Scar can't really claim to be that principled of a man. Tightly-held principles and morals are a luxury of those with much, much stabler lives than his. But there are some key tenets even he's come to abide by: 1) Friends are good. Enemies are bad. Try to have friends, not enemies. 2) Antagonism is fun! Watch out it doesn't backfire too badly on you though. 3) When you've got nothing else going for you: there's a power in narrative, in storytelling. Everyone loves a good story. He's not about to claim these are altogether that insightful or anything. "Enemies are bad" isn't going to be making any radical impact on the world of modern philosophy - a toddler could probably tell you equally as much. But he's pretty happy with that last one. Scar himself can't quite help but love a good story. He's more than willing to play his part in the execution of a great one.

(in which Scar finds himself in a death game with 13 strangers, tries to create a desert monopoly and well… you know how the story goes) Written for: @hot-scarian-summer-2024 because time is an illusion and writing fic event week prompt fills actually in the week of the event is a social construct /silly

☆.｡.:*　　.｡.:*☆ ☆.｡.:*　　.｡.:*☆ ☆.｡.:*　　.｡.:*☆ ☆.｡.:*　　.｡.:*☆ Fic out!!! Fic real!!! First fic release actually posted on a tumblr blog lol - this was such an endeavour to write but I hope people enjoy it :>

#entropy.pdf #scarian #desert duo #third life #trafficshipping #hotscariansummer2024 #hot scarian summer #(yknow in case they do another one next year and I do that one closer to the time of the week or something)

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vodkabodies · 1 year ago

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Invisible String

Summary: An endless search for a remedy comes to a halt when Harry realizes he’s been tied to it, to her, all along.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Musician gf

WC: 475

Warnings: If you're NOT a fan of romanticrry, this is not the post for you ;)

A/N: Can you tell I’m a sucker for fluff? Here’s a little ‘thank you’ for the love you’ve given over my previous post <3 This is a really short one but still, enjoy!

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You were there all along, hidden in plain sight. At award shows, at after parties, even at our mutual friend’s wedding ceremony. Sometimes I wonder, what took us so long, then? For years you were always just a friend of a friend, an artist under the same record label, and now you have your own mugs in my kitchen cabinet and a side on my bed that will always smell of you.

Whenever I get lost in my thoughts like this though, as if by instinct, a connection only you and I are tied to, a brush of your fingers through the curly strands of my hair always wipes the questions away. As I lay here, sulking in your gentle yawning and the scent of your shampoo, there wouldn't have been a more perfect time than now. Not seven years ago when you were getting out of a toxic relationship, and I from a boy group I’ve been in for years to pursue my own endeavours.

We were meant to cross paths, eventually. At the perfect place, and at the perfect time.

I was scheduled for a meeting the very night of your opening show. I ran into my good friend, your manager at the time, who was on his way to support you. At that very moment, I received a call that our meeting was postponed. He invited me to join him instead, and so I did. With no intentions of coincidentally meeting my twin flame that same evening.

Ever since then, it’s been you.

As if tied to an invisible string, distance from you started feeling like hell. Like being pulled by rip currents, away from the safety of the shore.

I started to fear that every song I'll ever write from that day onward would be about you. And how you snorted a laugh when my voice pathetically cracked the moment I introduced myself to you, your hands that fit perfectly in mine as you shook it, and that voice, the one that grew a bed of flowers over the barricades that disabled me from running directly to you, the same one that now hums me lullabies.

You are the cure to my sleepless nights, the remedy for my mundane days, and extra lonely drives. I, a hopeless romantic, an artist, the product of loving and losing, has fallen deeply in love with you in a way that only words can explain, and only lyrics can describe.

I’ve written about finding no antidotes for curses, been convinced that loving someone else in the past was the cure, and thought another person had it all along. But it was you. Not a pill I could swallow, an action I could do, or something someone could possess. All along I was tied to the one I’ve spent lifetimes searching for.

“You are the antidote.”

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A/N: Hope you guys caught all the references I snuck in here. If you did, feel free to comment them below! I appreciate the support and feedback for my first work <3 More to come! (possibly a new fic??) As always, thank you for reading!

Twitter: @vodkabodies

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hwaightme · 2 years ago

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Feverish

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🌡️ pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🌡️ genre: the fluffiest fluff, established relationship, sickfic 🌡️ summary: as you come down with a cold, hongjoong is right there to lift you back up again, be it with soup, song, presence, or all at once. 🌡️ wordcount: 2.4k 🌡️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, proper use of face masks, hongjoong in a kitchen making things, him being a worried and loving boyfriend ready to give you the world, producer joong, he is the medicine actually, discussion of illness and various symptoms, fever, fatigue, distancing 🌡️ a/n: love you @legohwas <3 this was why I was being all cryptic asking about mango milkshakes~ apologies if the lil piece is chaotic and if I disappear into the void ruminating it... but imagine a serenading Hongjoong ahah<333 Thank you so much everyone for likes, reblogs, comments notes, they are always appreciated, much love!

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A heavy stillness had settled in your bedroom, so palpable, in fact, that you believed if you dared to undraw the blackout curtains which were working wonders to protect you from the city’s night lights, that you would be able to see its every fibre. Perhaps there was this benefit to you being severely under - or even squashed by, the weather; for the first time in far too long you were allowing yourself to lie still, gaze at the ceiling in the semi darkness while swaddled in the sheets and throws and nearly drowning in the pillows which you had gathered from all around your apartment as soon as you had come home from class.

It had been a growing sensation. An inkling, a suspicion, and with every passing hour a sure realisation that indeed, you were catching a cold. Or whatever it could be. Either way, you had crawled home dizzy and fatigued, shuddering from what had turned out to be an alarmingly high fever, and after cautiously peeling your outdoor clothing away to change into cosy pyjamas succumbed to your body’s screams for rest. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you had no idea for how long you had been in bed until you were jolted awake by the turning of keys in the lock of the front door, and a very familiar, albeit highly concerned and timid ‘hello?’. Feeling for your phone, you squinted and fought off the tears that sprung to your eyes from the screen brightness as you attempted to read the time, the action only bringing to a state of shock: you had just spent a precious five hours doing absolutely nothing. A pang of guilt overpowered your throbbing temples; when you had more tasks than the number of heartbeats in a day, including professional, academic and domestic endeavours, having this kind of inconvenience such as an illness was simply out of the question. You cursed yourself, your immune system and the fact that there was no way to be able to schedule ailments or cancel your subscription to them altogether.

“Y/N? You missed our call- Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” you gazed off to the side to see your boyfriend peeking into the room, still in his face mask, beanie and coat, clutching a bag tightly against his chest.

“Hi Joong… Down with…” you tried to speak, but your voice was still laden with sleep and tiredness that had finally caught up to you. Focusing on the silhouette, you peered in Hongjoong’s general direction, hoping that you looked at least somewhat alive after dozing, and snuggled deeper into the sheets.

“What?” he stepped a little closer, tilting his head ever so slightly. You managed to catch the fast narrowing of his eyes as he most definitely caught onto your state, and the droop in what likely was his adorable shy smile behind the black material.

“Sorry… it’s just… yeah I’m down with something.” you croaked out, only to throw your face into the pillow you had been hugging, suddenly having found your strenuous staring a little more than overwhelming.

“Wait Y/N really?” baffled, the man stumbled over his words, and looked for a space to drop the black leather bag, choosing an empty spot by the wall, right at the entrance. Stretching out again, he pinched the end of the beanie to slide it off, revealing black hair, lightly matter and dishevelled from the pressure of the garment.

Hongjoong’s eyes darted over your form while he ruffled his hair, worry growing stronger in his chest as he took note of the items strewn around the room. Your backpack was lying at the foot of your bed, laptop peeking out - it was terribly rare that you would ever come home and not organise yourself. If anything, you would be in the middle of reprimanding him for not putting slippers on and still being in his jacket; but not a peep came from you, and instead you were curled up in the foetal position, blocking out all light, all energy, a barely noticeable tramble rushing through you as you poked your head out again to answer him.

“No, I am just being lazy,” you snapped, your voice muffled by the bedsheets that you kept lifted to cover half of your face. Unusually irritated, you simply wanted to doze off and ignore your condition, hopefully wake up refreshed and be able to go about your day as if nothing happened instead of having your boyfriend subject himself to the risk of catching whatever it was.

“I think it is the universe telling you to catch a break.”

You raised an eyebrow at the statement finding it more than amusing, considering that even when Hongjoong did convince himself or management to stay with you for longer than a couple of hours, give him some time and you would find him in a random corner of the apartment, earphones in, laptop in front of him, an artist lost in his own world. Not that you ever minded, nor wanted that to change; if anything, it was unbelievably soothing, and the occasional clicks on the trackpad or keyboard always ended up becoming your rhythm and motivation as you settled down to work on your own projects.

But you could not type away alongside him tonight, nor even uphold some banter. You desperately wanted to be snarky in return to his call for your relaxation, wanted to throw a witty comeback his way to point out his own habits, but the words remained on the tip of your tongue as you battled your fever, too tired to care about keeping a civil conversation going. But to Hongjoong, your silence spoke a thousand words; he could practically sense what you were going to say to him, and chuckled, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“I know, I know, but do as I say. And I say rest. I’ll… I’ll call the doctor to arrange an appointment…” he trailed off as he patted his pockets, eventually finding the device and beginning to search through his contacts to find someone from medical staff attached to the company.

His eyes shot upwards once, twice, over and over again, terrified that your state could get worse at any moment or that you would get stubborn and try to power through and force yourself to work. He was distraught, anxious, even if he would eat pickled onion instead of admitting it openly, out of the desire to keep you as calm as possible. Just as he was about to call, you whispered to him:

“I am an adult-” but your phrase was cut short as he raised his hand.

“Let me take care of you? Please?” you hold a pause, waiting for your senses and your processing to catch up to your surroundings.

“...If you keep the mask on… I am not violent but I will throw hands if you get sick.”

“Alright. Gotcha. I’ll try,” and with a goofy thumbs up, he ambled out of the room, conversing over the phone, returning once to ask you about any other symptoms.

In that moment, when you finally could concentrate on his dark eyes, clouded over with distress and wrapped in a glimmer of affection, you felt nothing but safety. In those fleeting seconds, it was easy to forget your concerns about work, about assignments, about the texts that you most definitely missed. Simply with his serenity, the gestures of his hands as he continued talking about you and then the rocking on the balls of his feet as he relayed to you the doctor’s recommendations and the time of the appointment, you felt your erratic heartbeat slow down. With a satisfied hum you agreed, and shut your eyes, letting his aura envelop you. Perhaps it was for the better that he decided to visit after all. Even when he volunteered himself as the man on dinner duty, you were comfortable - you had made soup yesterday, and hopefully, the toaster was not going to catch fire. You concentrated on his soft footsteps as he moved from one part of the apartment to another; it was easy enough to trace the steps, and you imagined him going from the door where he dropped off his outerwear, to the bathroom to wash his hands, to the kitchen where he would open the fridge and muse what he could heat up.

You were adamant on him not approaching you as much as he could, resulting in Hongjoong pushing the tray with a bowl of warm soup, bread, and oddly paired with a mango milkshake that at least explained a fraction of the crashing noises and a random blast of the blender from the kitchen, every bit like a playful cat. He had the same combination of mischief and enthusiasm in his eyes that did not falter as he watched you take a few tentative spoonfuls. He appeared to glow as you thanked him for the surprise treat, and you could see his mask move to hide what undoubtedly was his precious megawatt grin. But what you could not exactly fight against, not when you could see the long day building up on Hongjoong’s shoulders, was his request to occupy the armchair on the other side of the room in a corner, saying that it was ‘necessary just in case you needed something’, so that he would automatically be on standby and within reach.

It was unusual, letting the hours trickle past like this. Instead of filling every second with something to do, or something to check, or something to plan, you were lying in bed, noticing the time and cradling it in your mind. The ticking of the clock on the wall to your right, furthest from Hongjoong was giving you the impression of grains of sand, dropping down into the palms of your hands only to roll over the palms turned hills to the particles, and continue their fall. Inadvertently, your eyes travelled to your adorable Cromer keeper, still clad in the black mask, face illuminated by the laptop screen. Though he was isolated from reality thanks to his newest pair of airpods and unbreaking focus, you could still read his body language thanks to your brain having grown less foggy after having napped and had a shot of pleasantly sweet and sour mango, the love and effort definitely adding to the flavour.

The furrowing of his brows, the way in which he scrunched his nose and you could see him squint ever so slightly as he felt your gaze rest on him and lifted his head to meet it. The barely noticeable, gentle upward jutting of the chin when Hongjoong wanted you to update him on how you were feeling. How he merely stated, after an alarm which you had not expected him to set made his phone vibrate, that it was time to measure your temperature and see if the medication worked. How as soon as you mentioned water, he did the unthinkable and abandoned his laptop on the coffee table to get you a bottle. Your Hongjoong. The artist, the innovator, the creative genius. A little clumsy at times, unsure of himself and subtly asking for you to confirm if he was doing the right things to help you. So much so, that his enthusiasm approached comical levels, and when you tried to make your grand escape outside of your quarters, he was on full alert:

“Bed rest, hello? What are you doing up? If you needed something I could-”

“Bathroom… Joong… bathroom. I am okay enough to go there.”

“OH. Oops sorry I- I- uh- yeah- ha… ha sorry… I’ll just be right… back… there yeah okay.”

You had to restrain yourself from guffawing, the dull ache in your head reminding you that you would probably need to sleep at least twelve more hours to have a laughing fit and not faint, and instead bit your bottom lip as you openly admired Hongjoong’s growing redness in the tips of his ears, and the lowering of his shoulders as an attempt to appear smaller. It was as if the fever was returning to you once again as you desperately wanted to pat your boyfriend on his head and wrap him up in your arms. Alas, you needed to get better first, for you both - captain’s orders, but it was easy when he was the best kind of medicine. His attentiveness, his patience, his resolve in staying by your side even though you had told him that you would be fine. While you were washing your face, relishing in the sensation of cool water running over your skin, you wondered when it would be appropriate to make the joke that he was currently looking like Hala-joong, and that he should wear the wide-brimmed hat you had hidden in your wardrobe.

Upon your return, nothing changed, just like he said. He was still there, still your precious Hongjoong, still immersed in what you could guess were the finishing touches for a track as he was mouthing the lyrics. You crept back into bed, only one creak alerting him of your presence, but he did not pay it no mind, only sending a wink in your direction as a form of greeting. And you thought that this was how you were going to go back into a healing slumber, until you heard the clicking of the earphones case, and the faint notes of a song, only just beginning - a soothing introduction with a semi-acoustic guitar. As it continued, Hongjoong counted the bars with one hand, and hurriedly apologised to you:

“I was meant to record the vocals but… it felt only right to finish this to the best of my ability now. And uh… stop me if your head hurts.” you rolled your eyes, a smile breaking over your features as you cuddled into the warm blankets, supporting your head so that you could watch your beloved artist and human in his element, sharing his most valuable with you.

He sang softer than usual, careful to not hurt your sensitive eardrums, but the dulcet tones were like the life essence washing over you, lifting you above the spell of illness and immersing you in a total, ethereal bliss. Of course he was going to choose a song that was on theme, on time, lyrically balanced and heartwarming. Of course Hongjoong was going to make you want to weep from the comfort that he was providing. And of course, he was going to respect your wishes and not walk closer to you, but with his voice, with his beautiful rendition of ‘Sleep Well’ by .d4vd from the custom backing track to the added tastefully melodic rap, he carried the love, the care right over to you. Lulling you into a well deserved break from turmoil, guiding you into a better tomorrow. Because how dare a virus be the one to make the love of his life feel feverish, and not him?

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skyyknights · 1 year ago

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Ty for the tag @onewingedsparrow !! :D

Last song listened to: currently listening to Warrior by Aurora :)

Currently reading: Well… does fanfiction count?? Also I keep meaning to start another LOTR readthrough but haven’t gotten to it yet 😭

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ᓚᘏᗢLynetteᓚᘏᗢ

𓆩 Romantic Alphabet 𓆪

This definitely took me a while! This is an alphabetical compilation of headcanons and mini-fics! My personal favourites are G and R! I'm enthralled by Lynette as of late so I hope you're all enjoying my content! I would appreciate a reblog, but it's not necessary ♡

Word count: 4110 (4.1k)

Affection

(Are they affectionate? How do they show it?)

★ The story of your love is mostly told by unseen, romantic gestures. Lynette knows you are something to flaunt, a priceless stature of her hidden adoration. So why instead does her striking ice gaze, which melts into vapour in your gentle hands, adorn her ivory face instead of your kiss? Lynette's reasons are equally as tender. Her felinus instincts and fatuus occupation instil a looming cloud of caution over each move she makes. If an opponent noticed her attachment, it may cause her some considerable issues - or worse, hurt you in the process. There's nothing that would pain her more, so she waits arduously to embrace you under the veil of shadows once more.

Bouquet

(Do they give you flowers? Which ones?)

★ Contrary to her flamboyant brother, Lynette has extremely heightened instincts and senses - this presents undeniable benefits, a watchful viola eye, and ears that can discern every whistle and song of the breeze. However, in her daily life, having a hypersensitive sense of smell has proved to be quite a hindrance. Certain perfumes, most flowers, and the majority of spices can cause her to sneeze uncontrollably - almost allergically. Nevertheless, this doesn't end her pursuit, down by the quiet riverbanks of Fontaine: there blooms lotuses after the rain that treat her senses kindly. Each time the hydro dragon cries and brings life to the buds, Lynette will be there to retrieve and present them to you. Emitting a recognisable sense of rain; the Pluie Lotus will always remind you fondly of Lynette.

Confession

(Did they confess first? What happened?)

★ Whisking you away from the bustling streets, towards the golden shore that welcomed glistening turquoise sea. Lynette sighs, her shoulders rising with tension before falling with contentment. Her viola eyes open and avert instantly to you, so intently gazing. Her voice seems calm, but occasionally wavers.

★ "(Name),"

★ You perk up from her serious tone, which causes her to retract, unable to read your reaction.

★ "Through the course of a few months.." Her voice trails off, her first clenches, and she collects herself. "I've fallen deeply in love with you." Lynette's eyes meet yours, emitting certainty and resolve. "Will you accept my feelings?"

★ Reciprocating was the easy part. Embracing her tenderly came naturally. The challenge was to build a strong foundation and blossoming relationship. As long as you dedicated as much as she did, it would work itself out.

Date

(Do they take you on dates? Where?)

★ Lynette is a firm believer that money will only get you so far, and as long as she's with you, the scenery is a benefit at best. That being said, there are indeed a few places she likes to take you with nice additions. Cafè Lucerne is filled with sweet desserts that make your eyes marvel and mouth salvate. Flavourful ice creams whisked with care and exported into delicious, appealing swirls. Warm cakes that rise so perfectly - their homemade scent appeasing the mind and lulling it into a comfortable state. Your exchanges only feel more intimate in moments where everything is peaceful and your mind is truly free.

★ Or maybe instead of relishing in the homely atmosphere of Lucerne, you choose to stroll in the beauty of nature. The fauna performs natural music as you explore the nation in all of its true glory. Leaving behind the grandeur and passion of the city, the quiet of the outskirts has much to offer.

Embrace

(What are your embraces like?)

★ Your embrace brought consolation to her stormy endeavours. Lynette Snezhevna was born of snow, a child of ice. Rumour has it her glare summoned blizzards that could freeze over fontaine. A childish prophecy, one you'd never witness as you brought her such contentment. You knew she didn't pursue touch and preferred to keep a reasonable distance from those she didn't connect with. She latched to you with such a desperate grip, as if you could disappear at any moment. Lynette had always been so fearful, so scared of being left behind and lost. You never asked why. Your hands drew waves of serenity as you lifted it and stroked her hair softly. Her shaking breath seems to be steady, and she appears to be drowsy. That's alright. Taking her hand and letting her trail behind you, she gazes at you with a feeling, a sentiment, that you can not recognise. You smile vibrantly, and she returns it with one of solace - the suns first rays being born from parting clouds and breathing life into the fields.

Flirt

(Do they flirt with you? What is it like?)

★ Magicians have a playing card for charm, but Lynette seldom aims to flatter; maintaining a tranquil and balanced head is something she had long mastered. Echoes of your voice often occupy her mind, intertwining like vines with petals of your memorable smile - your flaws? Thorns that flashed so dangerously, Lynette wasn't intimidated. Those thoughts embraced each other, forming into roses she reached for, yet could not touch. Instead, her itching hand reaches onto your cheek. Cupping your skin, so fine in her palm, as she delivers each thought to you. With their vivid, intimate descriptions, it indeed sounded like she was flirting. It was not her intention. Although the sight of your dreamy fluster satisfied her moreover.

Gifts

(Do they give you gifts? What are they?)

★ The House of Hearth was where Lynette found home; seeking refuge all her life with an aspired and ambitious brother, they both easily adapted to the comfort of a broken yet warm home. It had always been a rite of passage in the orphanage to never take anything for granted, never to be materialistic, and aim to be self-sustaining and independent. This was a sentiment Lynette had never left behind, and alongside her twin, they moved forward in the world and made a statement, made a name for themselves.

★ One had blossomed into a charismatic show-stopper, a mesmering star which glimmered with magic, a spellbinding voice almost impossible to ignore regardless of who you were or who you would become.

★ On the contrary, the sister sprouts into a talented mystery. Inconspicuous, observant, and unpredictable. Her presence felt almost hypnotising. Tantalisingly close before she would vanish from the spotlight. Lynette had become a recluse of sorts. Relationships were a gamble, and she was too responsible to participate in potential loss for the sake of money she seldom spent.

★ That was until she was wandering the streets with you, watching as your eyes lingered and shimmered at certain objects. She memorised each item and came back alone after preformances before she would meet with you. Prices were no issue for her. She loved to spoil you to every extent. The way your gratitude conveyed through your actions much louder than words felt like she was the one who truly received a gift every time.

Heart

(What did you do to win their heart?)

★ Accidents: a term as fluid as water, they can lead to a stream of mistakes or a river of inspiring miracles. Lynette had never intended to fall in love, especially not with you, her close friend - a dear companion she would leisurely rest with over uniquely brewed cups of tea. Your presence had become second nature to her, the way you were expressive, through illustrious creations- immersive in the way you spoke and recited tales of your life to her, never prompting her to speak, letting her indulge into a silence unweighted by expectation. The gift of having someone nearby, yet the option to be yourself; and still receive their alluring, accepting smile. From that day forth, you would catch her staring intently before shying away- veiling soft smiles behind intricate teacups, itching closer to you as she daydreamed. It always leads you to wonder: What is she dreaming about? Unbeknownst to you, all you needed to answer was a reflection.

⛾ !Tea break! ⛾

Have you ate yet today?

I love you

(How long did it take them to say it? Was it easy?)

★ Day to day, Lynette's serene presence felt refreshing like morning dew, natural and free like the wind flowing east from Mondstadt. In the spring, dandelion seeds adorn the sky, relishing in romance and laughter and breathing life to fairies. Flowers blossomed and dispersed pollen, beckoned bees, and all sorts of fauna forth from hibernation. fantastical scenery and clichè displays like this were expected of Fontaine, where each of your lives felt like a constant performance, where everyone had an equal part to play- This was justice. Aside from the scenic allure, Spring was when Lynette had told you she loved you for the first time.

It hadn't been easy for her. To admit that she had indulged too much in your enchanting presemce, let herself fall under your spell and grow attached to you, feel drawn to you like an ember of radiant sunlight. You had been spending that day together. It seemed ordinary. You had never expected your life to change that morning. But what was a magician - if not a bender of reality and a weaver of dreams?

Jealousy

(Do they get jealous, if so, how easily?)

★ Lynette is tranquil and slow to anger; especially envy. If you have grown to the extent of a relationship, she has already placed her trust within you completely. It would be nearly impossible for you to drive her to jealousy, her understanding and reason: making you feel protected and acknowledged. However, this doesn't rule out the possibility completely. A beauty such as yourself with the serene effect of the ocean and seraphic eyes seemimgly celestia born. You were a radiant angel, and to glow to bright would surely result in unsolicited admiration and attention. These situations are usually small antics- and when shown disinterest, they leave, and you can move along smoothly. Though, what happens when you meet someone who just won't let up? Lynette notices from afar, for once wishing you'd let go of your unfaltering kindness.

Your relationship is relatively hidden - only her family and your close bubble knew. Still, she can't help but scoff at the audacity and casually intercept. After luring you away from the lovestruck lonesome, she'll spend the entire day with you to reaffirm the destination of your love and the strength of hers.

Kisses

(Do they kiss you? What is it like?)

★ You grace Lynette's eyes, filled with shy desires and intent - with your knowing ones. Your quiet giggle of acknowledgement floods her senses without mercy, sparing no thought and no time to think. With an elegant step forward- the strands of her bow dance behind her romantically with the breeze. Carrying your sweet laughter, which brought to life fairies. Her lips gently graze against yours, if only for a moment. She waits for your reaction with anticipating, yearning hands, and as soon as you bring her back to you, her arms enclose you, her kiss encircle your mind. Short, sweet, and filled with passion. As if every time she pulls away, another sweet notion draws her to you once again. Between each kiss, she whispers sweet nothings to you, but to her, they were everything. It felt so real- but the way you felt to each other, like a dream.

Love Language(s)

(What are their love languages?)

Words of Affirmation

★ Lynette is succinct; astute and mellow, soothing to the soul. Her words, the sweet ones she whispers into your ear, are each filled with meaning and genuineness. Whether it be in times of contentness, serenity, or despair- she can bring you to sweet solace in a few words. Emanating a gentle petrichor; she brings spring rain in a drout. And as the droplets connect to each other like constellations in the sky, you take forth the blessing of Kusanali, the knowledge of the true blessing that is your relationship.

Quality Time

★ Your souls seem to align perfectly regardless of what you may do, wandering the alleyways of Fontaine, shielded from the warm embrace of the sun, you feed the gathering stray kittens occasionally nursed by Lynette. As they scurry into the court carefree and cared for- you may decide to follow the scent of fresh pastries which Lynette had so keenly coordinated, or upon Twilight as she prowls under the curtains of the dusky stage, leaving behind her splendor to meet you under the silver moon. and as you lay together in your favourite valley, you relax into a comfortable silence and drift off to the gentle waves of Fontaine's måntaga.

Moon, Sun and Star

(Which are they most alike to in your relationship?)

★ As you meet in the midst of twilight, the stars illuminate your trail, 'The stars shine dim compared to you.' she chimes, quietly delivering her thoughts to you; intertwined with sparkling, trusting eyes under space. Despite the tender grip she envelops with your hand, she maintains an intentional sedate pace. Leisurely - with all light comes darkness, and behind your dazzling illumination, she is your endearing shadow. Her galaxyspun irises scan the forestry surrounding you, examining the terrain with such percision as she draws ever nearer, as you wander into the dreams and nocturnal marvels that come to play with the stars, and relish under the umbra: Lynette will always be right behind you. Ensuing you and lulling you as does the brilliance of the moon.

Nicknames

(Do they use nicknames? What are they?)

★ Underneath the light, Lynette greets you with sweet casualties. 'Dear' is a prominent nickname in warm daylight, dulcet, and comforting underneath the jarring volume of vendors and passers-by. In less disguised settings, she will use your name, even so, her love shows equally. Your name leaves her lips with such contentment, a sweet tone befitting of an aubade under the golden sunlight. Her eyes speak words in the loving silence, and despite the fading audience, you're both eachothers focus, unable to drag your fond gazes from each other.

The day descends into a familiar darkness that warms your soul. You are both only accompanied by the ghosts of the night. Lying by her side as you draw constellations with eachothers coveting hands, she tends to call you 'My Lune' as your splendor rivals the moon. Tender exchanges always happen in the dark, where the simple-minded rest and lovers awaken.

Open

(How open are they with you? Do they tell you everything?)

★ Gossiping and soft laughter underneath the shadows of parasols was an ordinary occurrence, her ears missed almost nothing; and Lynette would tell you anything you wanted to know. As long as it doesn't leave you susceptible to harm. You think that she's an open door rather than a locked chain, and Lynette likes it that way. The Fatui is a blistering, unforgiving blizzard. A cold and forbidding business that would draw blood in the name of secrecy. One phrase is all it takes for you to be torn away like a speck of dust. The House of Hearth said nothing short of these merciless teachings. While she admires your intelligence and intuitive eyes, she cherises you enough to sustain your naivety. As her hand reaches over yours, you may think nothing of it. But to her, she swears an oath. 'I will always be here for you; as you are for me.'

Promise

(How loyal are they to you?)

★ Her loyalty is never in doubt. You were her first love and destined to be her last. Lynette seldom expresses interest in other people generally, preferring to daydream over hours unless absolutely necessary. The mere fact she had experienced intense forelsket with you was bewildering still - a miracle, like magic. She knows she can never replicate the adoration she feels from your melodic voice, the security she feels from your attentive eyes; the fulfilment she feels in your presence, and the longing she feels in your absence. It's irreplaceable. And with that, alongside everything, her brothers even seem to like you. Each factor you offer aligns perfectly. Your love was truly meant to be.

Quiz

(How much do they know about you? Do they remember what you tell them?)

★ Every last detail, no matter how passing or insignificant. You'll notice how her ears perk up each time she discovers something new about you. She hears your dreams, receives your wishes, and does everything she can to make them come true. In golden lit evenings, when she saunters to you with eagerness. Beaming proudly as you pull an item you dearly wanted, but had only mentioned once, out of her hat. With an elegant flick of her wrist, it lands back onto her head, wisping her hair aside in the wind as the breeze accompanies your jubilation. The water is a dreamy blue with the low albedo of the sunset, and she extends her hand to you, beckoning you to witness the endless colours of the sky, hand in hand.

Reminisce

(What is their favourite memory of you?)

★ Secluded from the troubles of life, so too was the sun hidden away, long descended behind the cloudy, misty skies of Fontaine. Tonight, the Hydro Dragon had taken a strike to its heart, as did Lynette- cupids arrow hypnotised her as she watched you twirl and sway in the rain, in unison with the pattering rain against virid leaves. You were soaked - your locks hugging your figure, tightly bound and flowing with rain like rivers. Even so, your steps did not hinder. Under the shadows of the trees, you can not see her fond smile - although it gleams like stars unseen in her viola, felinus eyes. 'Amateur.' She teases in her thoughts. Standing up and letting the branches collide, she struts down her runway of wood and leaps into the air- her picturesque silhouette outlined by the moon as she extends a hand to you, she twirls you and guides you into a long, mesmerising dance through the showering sky. Blessed by the soothing lull of your tango- Dragon tears fade into a lasting scent and a lasting memory that Lynette holds dear.

Song

(Is there a song that makes them think of you?)

Can you remember the rain?

-Garret Atterberry-

★ You seemed to linger like cheap perfume. She hadn't anticipated that you would show up at a time like this, teacup in hand and staring into the sunkissed streets of Fontaine; Cafè Lucerne was - for once- not bustling with peckish customers. Dawn had just graced, and Fontainians seemed to play an endless sleeping beauty. Her tea ripples with sugar, and the spoon stirs a warm whirlpool as she exhales - appreciating the solitude and soft jazz accompanying her, an unbothering melody. A sudden voice: a slow, beautiful one of a woman. She sings of tales of the past, in the rain and sentimentalities. Lynette eases into the music and close her freshly awoken eyes, thoughts of that night loop in her mind and she can almost feel your enchanting presence- a soft smile spreads and she conceals it behind the rim of her teacup. She still remembers your cold, doused touch beating with your warm heart. Do you remember? Can you remember the rain?

⛾ !Tea Break! ⛾

Have you drunk yet today?

Time

(How do they envision a future with you?)

★ Now, Lynette believes pondering and questioning the future is a waste of time. Everything is subject to change. Despite the ephemerality of life, she finds herself with small dreams that occupy her head in engulfing cycles. A storm which you seem to be the eye of, an eye for her to get lost in and find home in your arms. Lynette doesn't ask for much. Willing to discard the fame, the lights, the wealth, anything to keep her loved ones beside her. She wishes to breeze through life knowing she made the ones she cherishes happy, that while she lived to the fullest, so did they. Lynette yearns to wake up to you each morning in a familiar scene yet distinctive memory. She wishes so dearly to embrace you in the cold winters and dive in the warm summers. Lynette doesn't care about the necessary changes. So long as at the end of the day; Despite everything, there's still you, her family, and her, against the world.

Unintentional

(They've accidentally upset you, what do they do with this realisation?)

★ It is a rare occasion indeed, but an unfortunate necessity of progressing relationships. Her bluntness and incapacity to sugarcoat seemed like an ideal. When debating, each word was accounted to be honest and honourable. Perceiving the light, die in your eyes like embers, her own narrow to examine you closer. Although, to any onlookers, it may be falsely perceived as glower and stubbornness. A curious scenario that rewinds in her head like a record, when the conclusion finally makes sense after considering your viewpoint- she wastes no time. Regardless of her current position, Lynette hastens to you. Her presumption was right, as to be expected. If she believes her point was simply amiss: she will correct and clear up the miscommunication. Or if she believes herself to be wrong completely, a gentle blush dusts her cheeks as she apologises to you with all sincerity. Seeing the smile reach your eyes soothes her nerves, and now she aspires to return the favour over a serene cup of tea brewed with care and sweet amends. While her sudden appearances can be...inconvenient, you appreciate her devotion.

Vanity

(How do they dress around you?)

★ Appearence was another art of which Lynette had performed and perfected. In favour of maintaining a professional and proficient image, she wraps her silky tresses into a picturesque ponytail. Ruffles her skirt to sustain grace regardless of breeze or storm - From long ribbons, cute buttons, the tip of her elegant gloves, it is each individually considered to their maximum potential. While this was initially only for business, she notices how it influences the people around her. Even you who has grown to adore her amethyst eyes. As your relationship progresses, it may start with a lost bow, then a lost button and untidy skirt. Ultimately, you sit on the couch and brush through her loose, voluminous hair. She feels calm and relieved you seemed content or even pleased with her state. With this in mind- you may catch her in much more casualwear, but she still likes to look decent around you, at the very least.

Wild Card

(🂭 Random relationship headcanon 🂭)

★ Lynette had seldom reflected her brother; nor did she change her view. Lost within herself, she stared into the setting sun, the warm colours that radiated and coloured the sky made thoughts of you fester in her brain, she smiles contently as she remembers your face of bewilderment and glee at even the simplest trick. She wonders, she longs, to see how your eyes would shine at a real show. So that evening, Lynette reserved a seat, especially for you. After catching a simple glimpse of your awestruck expression- it enthrals her, her effort doubles, and her performances feature an extra twirl and elegant bow. A lotus resting in between your fingers or stowed behind your ear, her hair brushing through your hair so gently. The audience is none the wiser, Lynette's expression doesn't flinch. Though behind her eyes reflects romance and a desire to steal you away from the crowd, to another place far away. As the crowd applauds her stunning, poised movements. Lyney looks on with surprise, barely concealed by his preformative voice. Needless to say, after Lyney discovered your relationship, it didn't take long for you both to become well-acquainted and for you to be a welcome backstage guest.

Xtremes

(How far would they go for you?)

★ Lynette would walk through the infernos of Khaenri'ah for you. Her devotion knows no bounds. It's quite an achievement to match the level of importance as she values her family. The significance you hold in her life is no joke. To say she loves you dearly would be a drastic understatement. The intimate moments underneath shadowy trees, the wondrous hours underneath the stars, the bright days of laughter, and dark nights of reassurance all culminate into an unbreakable bond between two destined lovers. Despite any obstacle the universe dare test you with, it proves to be a sad attempt. You, and her. The definition of perfection is the meaning of soulmates. There's nothing you wouldn't do for her, and there's nothing she wouldn't do for you.

Yearning

(Do they miss you? How do they deal with it?)

★ Lynette defined self-suntaining and exemplary independence. When you told her, with a weighing heart, that you would be leaving for a while- she thinks nothing of it. Bidding you a farewell kiss and accompanying you to depature, she resumes as usual for the day and the next. And then suddenly, it changes. Soulful nights feel strangely ghostly and drag into sombre days. She looks into parlours with wistful eyes and recurring memories- knowing that if they had been beside her, they would look at the presentations with fondness. Wanting turns to longing, her performances hollow with knowing - your gnawing absence defines her dance and silences the audience with portrayal through her artistic tricks. Your disappearance felt like a cruel trick indeed. As she revists your depature point, eyeing Lumidouce bells which chimed for you, she would wait for you through twilight and daybreak.

Zzz...

(Do you rest together? What is it like?)

★ At first, Lynette spent your nights together composed and alert. Only once you had fallen to the grace of Morpheus would her own eyes start to droop, yet as time went on, your inviting smile- sultry, tired voice, longing eyes filled with hope and life, she fell for you, to temptation. She could not describe what it felt like as she lay with you that night, the warmth of the fire in an unforgiving winter. The feeling of touching the clouds without dispersion. Thoughts of you spun around her head until her eyes gently closed. As dusk ascended into a symbolic, pink dawn, her shy smile never faltered as you held her too in her dreams. Now, cat-naps have become a regular routine whenever the opportunity may arise.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any suggestions or questions, don't hesitate to let me know.

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