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r0semaryt3a · 6 months ago

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Hi, could I please request a collective scenario of the Phantom Troupe going on a first date with their s/o?

And if possible them going to choose a pet (arguably the more chaotic the better, but whoever animal works fine) with their s/o?

Thank you 🥰

Oh absolutely! I’ll admit to it now, these may be a little ooc but still, I love this idea sm. ofc I’m only gonna do Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Paku, Feitan and Phinks w the dates (though may return to this at a later date for the others) - p.s this won’t contain spoilers so for that one friend who knows me on here and reads my stuff feel free to read this.

(I’m including Hisoka and Illumi in this because that pet suggestion is perfect!)

Without further ado:

Chrollo

Where you go will just depend on how you know him. You know him from the Troupe? It’s anyone’s guess! Maybe he’ll take you out for the full shabam, maybe you’ll just sit cuddled up: reading. A candle flickering softly beside you as you rest against his chest, his voice echoing through you with every passing page. Your eyes grow groggy and you hear him chuckle, “tired sweetheart?” Your answer doesn’t matter much. You’ll remain where you are. Carefully perched on his lap as you drift off, his fingers playing absentmindedly with your hair. Suddenly, his attention wasn’t really on his book anymore.

Or, maybe you’ll just walk! You know who he is; probably where he came from he sees no reason to put up an act with you. A simple chat will do.

If you know him from one of his many escapades, know the him all dolled up and fake then you’ll probably wind up at a fancy restaurant. He’ll treat you to the works, the full 9*. You’ll be able to indulge in whatever you desire (and hopefully by the end of the night: him. Though his expectations are quite low on that.)

Can’t imagine him being very touchy on a first date, not unless he was properly invested. Like if you knew each other a while and the event wasn’t spontaneous I can imagine him being very cuddly. You’ve agreed to go on a date with him, this will not be the last and he’s certainly going to get what he can out of it.

So, if you’re a target that he’s had his eye on for a while, he’ll put up a gentlemanly front: butter you up. Try his luck as his arm comes to rest against the crook of your back, fingers running small circles agaisnt your hips. You’re practically glued to his side as he looks down at you with that oh so charming smile. Or how he insists on another bottle of wine for you both to share whilst you’re sat at the table, just to watch the way you trip over yourself. Each slurred word sending shivers down his spine. He’ll offer you a hotel in your inebriated state: walking you to your room, keeping you steady. A part of him (an alarmingly large part he notes) wishes to be bold and leave you a souvenir of your night together, the rest of him knows how to play this game. Knows better than that. He’ll leave it be for tonight, no use in moving too fast after all. You’re an investment. One he intends to make worth his while.

Aaaaand if you’re some lucky shmuck: he’ll see how the night goes. Truth be told, he’s using you. You were his pass for whatever caper he happened to be on the night you two met and since then you’ve been simply smitten. He can’t say it’s been a bother, you’re cute by all means considered and don’t impose on his work: so he humoured you. And now, you’re sat face to face as he spins another tale of his grandiose, noble lineage. You were so enthralled in his lies. The night would drag on and before you knew it, a swift peck on the cheek; promise for another and he’d be gone.

In terms of choosing a pet with an S/O Chrollo strikes me as the kind of guy who’d go for a cat. It’s not top docile but not some unruly beast. Plus, there’s the added bonus of letting it wander: it won’t demand attention at every second of the day. Just slink in and slink out every now and then. It’d probably be a stray, he has a tendency to like them more.

If we’re going on terms of expense? Lizards, you’d wind up with a whole bunch of expensive and equally exotic reptiles. A chameleon maybe? Just like him, it can blend into any crowd. A kindred spirit.

Feitan

A date? With him? Really? But why? That’s just a waste of time.

Unlike Chrollo, Feitan doesn’t do outside gigs often and especially doesn’t do anything that would involve getting touchy feely. So, likelihood is you’re a fellow trope member or at least someone who knows him well.

Still. Getting a date with him will be hard.

Obscenely so.

You’ll most likely stay at whatever base the Troupe had made, maybe play a game? Talk?

If he’s feeling up to it he’ll probably steal a fancy Chardonnay and light candles, it’s nothing too special but it’s a nice touch.

If he’s the one to suggest the date however. Oh boy, you best prepare good.

Feitan is an odd soul, he doesn’t really understand that you might not want to start the date with him brutally mangling a chauffeur. But, the rest of the night will certainly make up for that. You won’t be leaving his side: at all, like not once. Don’t even try it. His hand is glued to yours as he drags you through streets. He made an effort tonight, in a suit.

It’s anyone’s guess as to where you’ll wind up, most likely a store you’d expressed interest in, a movie you’d been talking about recently or a restaurant that you liked the food from. Either way it’s free for the both of you.

You may wind up completely alone on a candle lit dinner, flirtatious banter rolling of his tongue in drunken clumps if he loosens up enough (which is a big if)

He’ll bite you at least once throughout the date. Not even because he thought it would be romantic, he just wanted to.

Pet wise? Something small, that he can vary around. Probably a snake or a rodent. He’d say things like “Need violent. Help out.” Then you’ll catch him with his little rat nestled into his hood.

It’s not a pet for the both of you, it’s a pet for him. Which, you don’t really mind afterall it quells his little attachment outbursts

Phinks

Basic. I mean real basic.

He’s nervous as on a first date.

Will talk about himself a lot but he’s not trying to be rude (maybe)

You’ll most likely head out to a restaurant or a movie.

Unlike Feitan, Phinks may actually pay for his meal and the event’s expenses. Give the facade of a normal date and not a robbery.

If you know him from the troupe he probably won’t prioritise keeping up appearances unless you’ve expressed you want a normal night. If you don’t: it’ll be like every teen movie fantasy.

He had protested agaisnt your movie of choice, called it “bland” and talked of there “being so many better options.” But, you swear, with his eyes glued intently on the screen before you; his arm slung over your shoulder, you caught the occasional flicker of a smile.

Pet wise? Dog. This is just a fact, you’re getting a dog. Maybe a Labrador or a Cane Corso? He’s a sucker for loyalty and more than willing to put in the effort of caring for it.

Machi

“A date? But why? We spend enough time together here, don’t we?”

It’s not that she doesn’t want to go on one, she’s just aware that her presence as an on site doctor is important. (And values the money)

She’s perfectly capable of being romantic; this date will show that. When you inevitably get her to cave.

It’ll probably be a cafe, ice cream venue: something small. Unlike the others, she doesn’t try to blow you away with bold or tacky displays. The image will perfectly replicate a domestic scene.

The two of you, sat beside one another on a flimsy outdoor table. You’d ordered milkshakes, similarly to Phinks if you wanted normalcy she’d be more than happy to pay, occasional bouts of small talk drifted between the two of you. Eventually her hand found your own and the small talk fell to teasing, a gentle thumb caressing the back of your hand. “How’s your drink?” The question seemed off in the onslaught of flirtatious remarks, her monotonous front swiftly returning. She hummed at your response. “Want to try some of mine?”

If you refuse, she’ll simply shrug and return to the mismatch mix of small talk and romance.

If you say you do want to however, that’s a different story. She pushes the glass towards you; you lean in -tentatively- to grab it. Nothing much else happens: the flavours meet your tongue and your guard begins to lower. Suddenly, a warmth floods through you, as in a swift motion, Machi planks a kiss on your cheek. It’s nothing big, nothing bold. But, it lasts, a lingering knot in your chest. She’s had the effect she wanted and knows that. It was cute watching you regain composure: keep your guard up, she’ll be testing your reflexes again soon.

Pet wise I’m thinking a scavenger, like a fox or something. She’s not going to get a conventional pet, maybe on your way back home you catch a glimpse of orange? She’s enamoured with the thing in seconds.

Either that or a bird, she’d probably train it to help with her nensticthes. (not that she needs it)

Shalnark

He’s the one to ask you.

The date’s perfect, down to every detail. All tailored to your tastes.

He’s very cuddly during the whole ordeal so best be prepared.

The date itself would consist of a flurry of different activities, all scheduled to fit neatly into whatever time you had. If something were to come up that you seemed particularly fond of, he’d drop the rest. Instead, turning his attention to ensuring you kept on enjoying whatever it was you were both doing.

Shalnark strikes me as the kind of guy to want to go shopping for a date and likely wouldn’t be of shy of this fact. Bringing a small purse (mostly filled with trinkets and not actually money) to elude to his wants.

You’re ending the night with at least 1 set of matching items and him practically glued to you: one arm wrapped around your waste and another occasionally fiddling with loose aspects of your attire, bombarding you with questions: “did you enjoy yourself?” “Ooh, next time we should get XXX.” “Why’d you choose to wear this? Not that I’m complaining, you look stunning, just curious~”

Overall? It’s quite the fruitful experience.

Pet wise: Shalnark doesn’t really care, he’s always wanted to see how well he could look after a fish or rodent of some kind but has also always adored the idea of owning some big, fluffy creature. He’ll most likely wind up looking up pros and cons and running off of that.

Pakunoda

Restaurant date all the way.

Like Shalnark, she’s the one to suggest the idea to you.

She goes all out. And I mean all out. When you first see her, she’s stunning. Hair pristine, brilliant outfit, heels adding to her already towering height.

She’s not shy with compliments, her hand resting in the crook of your arm. Every word is picked with poise, with no doubt on sincerity.

The night is normal all things considered, she’s more than willing to pay and almost bends over backwards to ensure nothing ‘thievish’ happens.

The dinner would be lovely, you can’t help but note the meticulous care placed into every action. The seating giving you just the seclusion she needs to smother you with flirtatious quips. She’s good with her tongue as well, knows every which way, every which syllable to elicit the exact reactions she wants. The night would be one to remember; depending on the status of your relationship, might stay with you a few days longer.

“You like the food, love?” You mumble your response through a mouthful, nodding your head to accentuate your point. This earns a hearty laugh from the woman, “Mhm, I’m glad to hear it.” Her eyes don’t leave your figure for one second. She’d been like that all night, drinking in every aspect of your form, “Have I told you how good you look tonight?” She had, a lot, but the sentiment stood strong nonetheless.

Pet wise? Also a cat. Paku’s just a cat lady I don’t make the rules, probably a long hair. Like a Turkish Angora or Cymric.

Hisoka

Oh boy. Really? I mean, really?

It’s your funeral and I’m not even certain I can say that figuratively.

The date is anyone’s guess. Could be a restaurant or it could be something obscene like rock climbing, rollerblading, go karting. Whatever it is, it won’t be boring.

He’ll pick an activity that forces proximity, you’re going to be close for the whole night. A means of bonding if you will.

Hisoka thrives on attention and watching skill in action, so his ideal date would encompass both of those qualities. On one hand, you’re both pressed up against one another, full reign to do what you’d like (within account of public decency of course) and on the other, you’re showing exceptional stamina and strength in keeping up with him.

No shortage of flirting here folks, every other word will carry some lewd innuendo you’re sure not to miss.

By the end you’ll definitely have some marks on you, whether from him or the date itself is 50/50. If it is from the date’s activities however, he’d always be open to remedy that.

“I have to say, I’m quite impressed you know.” The words were hardly audible from your positioning, you were far more focused on keeping yourself upright anyhow. “If I’d have known you were this capable I would’ve suggested another activity.” There’s an underlying threat to his words, yet somehow the compliment (if you could call it that) leaves a pink hue upon your cheeks.

Pets. Hmmm, pets. Hisoka would need something that wouldn’t settle down, wouldn’t rely on routine so most domestic animals are off the table for him. Things that need specific conditions would also be a no. Overall Hisoka needs something that can keep up with his sporadic lifestyle, otherwise he’ll leave it behind. Which really leaves very little options on the table.

But, there’s a chance something might sweep him off his feet and I’d be willing to bet that’d be a spider or reptile of some kind, something that he knows could and would kill him. The thought of snakes and their incapability to love would probably excite him.

Illumi

Boring.

Very, very, very boring.

He does everything he’s meant to and I mean that he tick every little box. There’s no excitement here unless he has a job or someone does something.

And oh boy, you better believe you’re not walking out of there without at least something to show of it.

He is rather gentle with you, if it weren’t for his overall aloof demeanour you may be prone to calling it endearing. Overall, Illumi would be a rather: interesting case. Unless you somehow sparked something in him you’d probably be best holding off on the dates for a while. But hey! You tried right?

Pet wise, why would he need another? He has Mike. It’s a little too much responsibility with how much he moves around, though if he had to chose it’d probably be a rabbit. Why? He couldn’t say, has just always been drawn to them.

This is like my first time writing any of these characters other than Chrollo so I hope I did them justice-

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whoisneo404 · 8 months ago

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Reader painting nicks nails ( he doesn’t do a good job but nick don’t want to hurt his feelings)

Nick and reader having self-care nights where they do skin care , paint each other’s nails , cuddle and watch movies

/Could be two different ones or they can also go together/

Sleepover.

Summary: Nick and you have a self-care sleepover.

Tw: cursing.

Note: I invented names for Nick and reader to gossip about while painting each others nails.

‘’What was this?’’ Nick says grabbing one of the many bottles on my skin care bag.

‘’That’s moisturizer, that’s what we have to do now, and then we can move to the face masks.’’

‘’Oh, that’s nice. We bought the ones with animal faces on them, right?’’

‘’Yes. How are you feeling your face?’’ I look at Nick who’s looking at himself in the mirror of his bathroom, with a baby blue head band to keep his hair out of his face, he looks so cute.

‘’It actually feels… clean? I don’t know how to describe it, but it feels good.’’

‘’Nice, that’s the whole point of this. Now, time to moisturize.’’ I grab the bottle and squeeze out a few drops into my hands, patting them all over Nick’s face, massaging it a bit, he closes his eyes and leans into my touch.

‘’This is so nice. I love it.’’ He murmurs.

‘’I’m glad, baby.’’ I keep rubbing his face, a tiny smile forming in my face, loving the relaxation I can bring to my boyfriend. ‘’Okay, my turn now.’’

‘’All right.’’ Nick pours a bit too much of moisturize into his hands and starts to rub it into my face. ‘’This feels like massaging dough, it’s so funny.’’

‘’Did you just call me dough?’’ I try to hold in my laughter.

‘’Yes, my little dough. I’ll eat you up, nom nom.’’

‘’God, you are so corny.’’ I smile widely, his hands drawing circles all over my face.

‘’You love it when I’m corny.’’

‘’True, I do love it. I think that’s enough.’’ I look at us in the mirror and smile. ‘’Now, we can do the face masks on the bed while we paint our nails.’’

‘’Yes, let’s do that.’’ He walks to his bed where a few bottles of nail polish were laying. ‘’I haven’t picked a color yet.’’ I turn off the light of the bathroom and go sit next to him.

‘’You can think while you paint mine.’’

‘’True. Maybe we can match, you leave your pinkies finger without painting, and when I choose, I’ll paint it the same color. And I’ll paint my pinkies the same color as your nail, so we are matching.’’

‘’That’s an amazing idea, I love it.’’ I open my backpack that was at the foot of the bed, grabbing the face masks we bought earlier. ‘’So, we have these string for the eyebags and on top I’ll put the animal face masks. Come closer so I can put them on you.’’ Nick sits closer, our legs touching, I open the plastic and take out two orange strings, putting them under his eyes, then I grab the bigger package and pull out the tiger facemask, putting it into his face, making sure is well adjusted and it doesn’t fall.

I put mine by myself, my mask is a bunny one, and Nick laughs while I put it on. ‘’We look so goofy.’’ He says, taking his phone out, taking a few pictures of us and myself. ‘’All right, what color do you want your nail?’’

‘’Hm, I think I’ll go for black.’’

‘’Good choice, a classic. So, are we gonna gossip like they do on nail salons?’’ he says while grabbing the black nail polish and opening it up.

‘’God, yes.’’ Nick grabs my hand and puts it on top of a pillow that he rested on top of his lap.

‘’So, what do you think about Laura’s new girlfriend?’’ he starts painting my nails precisely.

‘’Oh god, don’t get me started on that. I think she’s bad for Laura, like it’s super controlling and she doesn’t even realize.’’

‘’That’s what I’m saying. Like, girl, how can she tell you ‘No, you CAN’T go out with that dress’, what do you mean I CAN’T, I’ll do whatever I want with my body, fuck off.’’ Nick blows softly into my right-hand nails, giving some retouches here and there. ‘’Give me your other hand, be careful with that one, it’s not fully dried yet.’’ He grabs my other hand and puts it on the pillow. ‘’Also, Laura has been really mean to us lately, like, she’s letting that crazy girl manipulate her. I can’t believe it.’’

‘’I swear, you know who has been kind weird lately?’’

‘’Austin?’’

‘’Yes. Like, the whole sports scholarship got really got into his head, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for him but he’s acting like he is Lebron James.’’

‘’I swear, like, chill. You don’t need a security guard to go to a fucking restaurant.’’ Nick blows on my nails and smiles at himself. ‘’Done, and I decided what color I want mine. Purple!’’

‘’Cool, we have two shades of purple, this one that’s more like… pastel purple and this is like… grape purple, I think.’’ I hold the two bottles infront of our eyes, letting him analyze them.

‘’Hm, grape purple. That’s the one.’’ I nod and open the bottle up. ‘’So, what do we think about Alexs new hair color?’’

‘’God, I love it, it compliments their eyes.’’ I say slowly painting his nails, I bite down on my lip trying to keep my hand as steady as I can.

‘’Yeah right. I think it’s a bold color, but it looks nice on them. Going back to Lauras girlfriend, did you know that she said Alex wanted to kiss Laura? So now she’s not allowed to hang out with just them.’’

‘’Really?’’ I mutter, paying most of my attention to his nails, but even then, I still painted unto his fingers.

‘’-After that Laura texted me and… are you even listening to me?’’ I look up from his nail into his eyes and shrug my shoulders.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ I whisper. ‘’I’m not very good at this.’’ I say looking at his nails ashamed.

‘’Aw, it’s all right. You are doing an amazing job. Plus, I can retouch them later.’’

‘’Okay. What were you saying?’’ I say getting back to painting his nails, slowly, but less anxious about it. Nick and I talked and talked, until the nail polish dried.

‘’All right, time to cuddle.’’ He opens up his arms and I crawl into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck, Nick lays back, pulling the both of us into the mattress. ‘’You are so comfy. Thanks for today, I loved every part of it.’’

‘’Even your poorly painted nails?’’

‘’Even my amazing nails painted by my handsome boyfriend.’’ He kisses my cheek.

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

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thehistoriangirl · 9 months ago

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I said the first one had smut, but I lied KDJDJKF it was getting too long so... the smut will be in the next part! For now I can only serve contained horniness 😌 Hope you like it!

Viktor x Fem! Reader-------3.5K-----SFW

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Synopsis:Viktor had never enjoyed any snobby party held in the luxurious districts around the Academy, though he can't deny this one is rather... peculiar. Still, when accompanying Jayce to another boring celebration ends with him stuck in an awkward situation when a stranger wanders inside the lab asking for him, he can´t help but comply with the unpredictable threads of a mockeing fate--how else would he, from all the assisting guests, be inside in this mess?

Chapter Summary: When you bump into Viktor at a snobby Valentine's thematic party, his boring night turns into a more interesting path.

Taglist: @blissfulip @ihopeinevergetsoberr

This has been such a terrible idea. And, sadly, the thought only completely dawned on Viktor when the gates of the gigantic hall closed, illuminating the room with the flicking golden hues of at least a hundred candles, painting the whole ambiance of pinks, whites, and reds from all the roses hung in arches.

He was trapped. First manipulated by Jayce’s puppy eyes begging him to accompany him to this snobby party, even when Viktor had retorted that such celebration was for “renown bachelorettes and bachelors”, which he wasn’t—as much as Jayce wished to argue with him.

Co-creator of Hextech or not, he was still a man from the Undercity. Out of place here.

He was a ride too far from home, too.

Humming, he thought that perhaps he could tell Jayce his feet were aching now that almost all the tiny tables were occupied by couples trying to hit it off in the name of the celebration. But if only he could see where Jayce could be.

Viktor sighed, knowing how ridiculous he sounded; both for his whining and for his inability to find Jayce’s gigantic figure among the crowd.

“Try to have some fun, Vik!” He cheered, patting his shoulder as he put a glass of amber liquor on his free hand. “I’m going to go greet the hostess Mrs. Laviz for her thoughtfulness. I’ll be back in no time.”

Well, Jayce was a terrible liar, which could only be because he meant to return promptly but was caught by other guests on his way back.

Of course, he would be, Viktor tapped the still-full glass of alcohol. Who knew how many people were trying to end the night paired with Piltover's Golden Boy? After all, wasn't this party for that?

He had felt panic once one of the butlers slid a card to scribble his name on it, another empty line to write, at the end of the night, the name of any other attendant whom he would like to have an arranged date.

The feeling subsided once he tore the card by the middle, stuffing it in the depths of his coat's inner pocket. But now it was just annoyance prickling in the center of his brow where he couldn't reach well enough with the stupid mask he was forced to wear.

Who would he like to date? Surely no one assisting at a party like this—Valentine’s the perfect excuse to, as usual, tie the comradery between the riches of the city so their power couldn’t slip out their grasp once their heirs dared to choose any other path than the one already drawn for them.

Viktor would've been disappointed if it weren't for how frivolous they were, passing him by almost knocking his cane over and bumping over his slender frame without even apologizing.

Despite Jayce’s fancy birthday gift—a tailored suit Viktor promised to wear in formal events rather than his (cleaner) working clothes—it had been two times another person had told him to fetch him a drink.

Maybe it was the mask, dull and black against the ones decorated with gems and gold thread; crafted to mimic animals and magical creatures with long beaks or curved horns, some even showing animalistic sharp teeth poking from their smiley mouth.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, we deserve to have some fun!”Jayce told him in a dozen different forms of speeches on their way to the hall.

Well, for Viktor was just a normal Wednesday.

And what was he supposed to do for fun at these parties, anyway? Besides breaking the so-demanded decorum these people boast to have.

He could see shadowy corners shifting from afar, bodies tangled improperly on the dance floor. A reason why the music was never-ending, was so the shyer guests couldn't hear the lewd noises surely floating in the air.

Ah, to be carefree. Privilege Viktor perhaps never had, and hasn’t still.

He walked toward a balcony, wishing for some privacy to take the mask off and wipe his face from the sweat making the silk stick to his skin, from his nose up to his brow.

Contrary to the boiling cauldron of the hall, outside a gentle breeze characteristic from the end of winter entered his clothes. And still, not a bench in sight against the perfectly aligned pots of flowers that seemed not to fit in the crystal greenhouse shining silver against the moonlight Viktor could see in the middle of the mazy garden.

Perhaps he should go there.

Turning around, he didn’t see the figure approaching, the hurried steps muffled by the music making Viktor’s head pound. The figure bumped into him, the handle of his cane that was hooked on his crossed elbows falling to the ground as Viktor tried to steady himself, not before his drink poured all over a flowery dress.

Sračka, he muttered between his teeth once the action had seeped in. As if the night couldn’t get any better.

Well, at least he’d be kicked out quickly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you said, the words stolen from his lips. Your hands froze over the now-soaked bodice of your dress. At least it wasn’t wine, but the liquor had some pieces of ice that had slipped inside the corset, which took a shiver out of you, skin covered in goosebumps.

Gathering your skirts, you prepared to lean down to give him his cane, though, from the reduced peripheral vision of your stupid butterfly-shaped mask, you did not see that he had done the same. Quickly following, you heard the hollow-like sound of his head bonking yours.

“Ow.” This time you retreated, rubbing your head without caring that your hair would resemble a bird's nest for the rest of the night. "I'm so sorry," you repeated, like an idiot—and oh, you felt like one. Despite you were wearing a mask, your voice didn't do much to hide your embarrassment which the way it cracked at the end.

Viktor took you in between the daze of his pounding head.

You were dressed like a flower fairy; pinks and blues and reds decorating your skirt, leaving petals whenever you went. The light, yet long skirt didn’t shelter well enough from the chilly air, with the high slit on your left leg, the deep V cut on your back, and the thin strap on your right shoulder.

All confused and soaked, and yet, Viktor’s curiosity picked for your unexpected kindness.

You didn’t seem to care about the dress, though, only minding for the goosebumps running down your bare skin. If Viktor had asked why, you’d told him that the colors being so pale and delicate, the bodice to be cut like a corset. You knew this dress wasn't meant for your tastes, but rather, for Lord Sylvester. The ones your parents would kill for you to marry.

Luckily, Sylvester was too occupied surrounded by other people to notice you walking away even when your parents had sent him a letter in which you expressed your desire to dance with him. Which was a total lie, of course.

"Don't worry about it," the man said, his tone hidden by the complete mask he was wearing. You shrunk because of course, you had annoyed him. It was a miracle he wasn't screaming at you. Now, with all masks on, people could be rude and daring all in the same night, knowing that any action done today wouldn't have consequences. "It’s me who should be sorry. I ruined your dress.”

“Huh?” You looked at his hand disappearing inside his pocket to retrieve a napkin. His hands hovered over yours. “Oh! That’s not needed. It was me who bumped into you…”

He gestured to the stain over your dress, making the petals of the sewn flowers stick flat against the silk. “Take it. At least to dry it a little. You could get sick.”

You smiled under your butterfly-shaped mask, fingertips touching briefly as you touched the thin cotton fabric. “Thank you, sir.”

“There’s no need for such titles tonight,” he answered, the black mask making his yellow-like eyes shine like pieces of gold. It almost sounded like he was smiling.

“I’m—, uh… then what should I call you?”

“What would you like to call me, Miss?” he chuckled. “Or perhaps I should call you Miss Fairy?”

You giggled, feeling heat pooling up your face. “What about Mr. Shadow?” you said, pointing at his full black mask and the long coat flapping against the wind.

“Suitable,” Viktor said, looking over his shoulder to see a man approaching, his presence parting the crowd without any word. The man looked at him, green eyes flashing with contempt.

“Darling,” the man said, his hand posing over your shoulder. “I lost you for a second. Are you ready to dance, lovely?”

Viktor lurked nearby, like the nickname you had bestowed with.

Only your gaze acknowledged him, your bottom lip protruding in an adorable pout. He was impressed by how expressive your eyes could be, compared to the rest of the people he had met in events like these who ought to have every emotion restrained.

He arched an eyebrow. Well, he had nothing better to do.

"Excuse me," Viktor chimed in, tapping his cane against the marble floor as if he were knocking on a door. "Miss Fairy owes me a drink.” Paying no mind to the Piltovan man hovering nearby, Viktor extended his gloved hand toward you. “And then perhaps we shall dance? I would be honored to enjoy your company tonight.”

“I’m afraid she asked me for a dance first—” Sylvester said, his lion mask shining obnoxiously bright from the jewels and molten gold.

“I would love to dance with you, Mr. Shadow,” you interrupted him, clutching the napkin in one hand while sliding the other one in Viktor's, feeling the warmness of his fingers tangling in a graceful, almost lazy motion around the back of your hand.

Viktor was presented with the priceless opportunity of annoying a snobby man without consequences, even if it was just for a couple of hours. And perhaps this wasn’t what Jayce was referring to about having fun.

But for him, now, it was at least interesting.

With a fluid motion, Viktor pulled you closer, smelling the fruity essence of your perfume and the impressive softness of your silk skirt. “First, perhaps a drink?”

You nodded, looking up at him with the best dreamy eyes you could muster.

Viktor would like to be more impressed, but he was used to seeing Piltovans wear masks as they needed—and you’d be no different. Though he was intrigued as to what would happen next if he decided to follow your game.

Sylvester glared at him, calling your name with gritted teeth. The sound prickled Viktor’s ears with unnecessary focus.

"We'll see each other some other time," you told him, and your demeanor let Viktor know that you were certain this answer would create problems for you. And yet still, you continued with the charade.

He couldn't stop from thinking if in the end he'll be painted as the villain, as the wicked man who sought to seduce you.

Viktor stopped himself from being the picture of the dashing Casanova he considered to be, if only for a fleeting moment, as this mask kept on his face; yet, he decided to tuck his free hand inside the pocket of his pants instead of guiding you by the arm.

The bar was overflowing with both people and drinks, thick clouds of smoke exhaled by pipes and thick cigars that made his eyes water. You dipped between the enthusiastic assistants, asking the bartender for the same drink that now soaked the front of your dress and Viktor’s borrowed napkin you were now fiddling between your fingers.

Between the cacophony of the animated chat around you two, Viktor only caught the lonely request of his drink being remade, not any other sign you were asking one to have the excuse of lounging with him a little longer.

Viktor stepped closer, sensing the gaze of someone at his back. His golden eyes swept across the moving landscape of people dancing, and of course, it couldn’t be another one that the rather snobbish Loverboy from earlier.

You seemed to have forgotten about him, but Viktor still had his mind turned upon the plans you'd surely planned out in your head—all the guests in this place surely had crafted one, if not, why were you here?

Viktor considered you, with the elegant hairdo and the daring dress. He hummed. Perhaps you were playing mouse and cat with that man? Though it appeared that you had bumped into him because you were running away.

“Aren’t you going to have one for yourself?” he said once the bartender slid a glass of the same golden liquid across from the bar into your hands, to then pass it onto his. “Excuse me,” Viktor called the bartender before he could get too far away. “Have something,” he told you, leaning against the bar while hooking his cane’s handle on its edge. “Let me enjoy your company, Miss Fairy. In case you’re also planning to run away—I can offer my help.”

“Are you also trying to get out of this party?" you said, trying to stifle a laugh. "Aren't you here for someone?"

You asked for your drink, fruity and savory. Viktor looked at the mix with an arched eyebrow, observing you sipping it with ease, the way the glass’ rim got stained with your lipstick, and the way the flicking candelabra suspended over the bartender's table made your lips shine with the wetness of the drink.

You caught him observing. “Do you want a taste?” You raised the half-empty drink toward him, the essence of mango and pineapple welcomed against the pungent odor of smoke. “It’s probably too sweet for you, but, um, if you’re curious.”

“Fret not, Miss Fairy. I have a sweet tooth,” he answered, taking a sip. The tangy taste of the acid pineapple and the sweet mango combined with the strong aftertaste of the liquor surprised him. “It’s delicious.”

You beamed at him. “Right? I prefer cocktails like these instead of plain liquor,” you explained. “It’s too bitter for me.”

Well, for his credit, you sure seemed to be sweet from inside and out. Of course, just a theory.

Viktor would have left the drink you asked for him, only that in his mind it was a rude action to do. But now he craved something sweeter—and yet, Viktor gulped down the whole thing, ignoring the sensation of burning down his throat.

“Don’t take offense, Miss Fairy,” he started. “May I ask why that man for earlier is watching us like a hawk? It’s been a while since he started.”

You looked from the corner of your eye where Viktor’s gaze directed you, sighing. "I guess Sylvester thinks we're married—” you stopped, laughing at seeing Viktor’s posture going stiff. “We’re not even engaged, but it is.” Your shoulders sagged after you shrugged, fingers playing with the rim of the glass. “Our parents had expected it ever since we moved across the street from them. Before Sylvester's father inherited their family's business they became wealthy. I guess my parents look it like an escape.”

“And you?” Viktor surprised himself asking. “How do you look at this whole situation?”

Your gaze fixated on the table fleetingly met his before pulling away, if it was due to shame or if the sudden jolt rippling across Viktor’s body was also traveling in yours, he didn’t dare to ask again.

"I… I'd rather not talk about such… grim things at a party," you smiled, or at least, you tried to, lips still firmly pressed together. “This is supposed to celebrate love, isn’t not?” Humming to the current piece played by the orchestra, your fingers tapped the bar’s mahogany. “Mr. Shadow?” you insisted at his silence.

“Eh, I don’t think someone can find love in a place like this. With all due respect, Miss Fairy,” Viktor started, thankful that the mask could cover most of his blush. "To me, this seems like a choreographed dance where everyone knows whom they may end up once the sun rises again."

“Then, with whom are you going to end up tonight?" you asked.

“Pardon?”

“Well, you said everyone is here seeking a purpose, so, what’s yours, Mr. Shadow?”

“A bit early to get philosophical, don’t you think?” he joked, and he did make you laugh, but you still looked expectantly, not distracted at all. Defeated under the power of your gaze, Viktor chuckled awkwardly. “With no one, Miss Fairy. I came here accompanying a friend, but I’m not looking for… eh, anything.”

You kept silent for a while, so much that Viktor thought for a moment that he'd said something wrong.

“Allow me to be your dance partner,” he added once the pause had extended for too long.

You snapped your gaze from the bottom of your empty glass toward him. “Hmm?”

"It would be suspicious if Mr. Sylvester doesn't see us dance as we promised, don't you think?"

“I can deal with it later,” you assured. “You don’t need to dance with me.” Why those words made him feel as if someone had punched him in the chest?

“I insist,” Viktor smiled. “I meant those words, Miss Fairy. I'll treasure your company tonight if you'd like to share it with me.”

You smiled sheepishly, fingers taking his. Even with the black gloves Viktor wore, he could feel the warmth of your skin seep into his, from his hand to everywhere your body brushed his as you stood in a corner of the dance floor, his hand fitting perfectly in the curve of your waist.

“Eh,” he said once the music started, your skirt brushing his legs as you swayed against him.

This was a bad idea—Viktor’s second bad idea of the night, which was astounding. He couldn’t keep stiff as a board, with you gently guiding him through the movements. But you were too close; you smelled like jasmines and strawberries, elegant and so, so sweet. Your lips probably still tasted like the fruity cocktail. And the fleeting brush of his fingertips over the exposed curve of your lower back was making him lose the rhythm.

“Hmm?” you responded, your hand tickling the rebel locks of hair at the base of his neck. Looking at him, your eyes seemed brighter than the chandelier and the dozens of candles illuminating this party.

This was a terrible idea. And both the mask and the alcohol gave him enough bravery to do it.

“Please forgive me,” Viktor said, dipping his head to give you the softest kiss, with barely the brush of your lips against his.

First, you froze, and Viktor was already tripping to push himself afar, but your hand gripped his shoulder to stop him from pulling away, your lips pliant and exquisite against his once you leaned closer to deepen the kiss, the savor of pastries and cocktails mixed in your tongue playing against his.

In any other normal circumstance, Viktor would’ve felt ashamed for such an indecorous sight in a public place, but this wasn’t the norm. His face was hidden, and you were just the perfect combination of sweet and daring—a dangerous mix, he’d admit.

Besides, the thought of that man, Sylvester, seeing you and him tangled in such a passionate kiss made his chest bloom with a stroked ego.

And speaking of stroking…

“Miss Fairy,” he muttered, surprised with how his voice had become ragged and husky from just a simple kiss. Your lipstick was smeared all over your chin, and Viktor knew he’d be in a similar situation. “I… we need to stop…”

“Why?” you said, guiding him out the dancefloor. “I want you. Do you want me?”

“Miss… we don’t even know each other…”

“You know what I’m talking about,” you said, taking his napkin to wipe his lips clean and then doing the same with yours, letting them plump and pleading for more. “Only for tonight.”

Viktor stood in front of you, frozen like a statue. Though his mind was running with a thousand thoughts, a thousand possibilities of the future, and yet only two paths ahead of him tonight.

He could refuse and walk away. You’d never seen him again—or even if you did, you would never known it was him. He could walk away and forget your taste and your essence, the sound of your voice and your loving touches while dancing.

Or he could allow himself to have a slip of his impeccable manners, to succumb to the same guilty pleasures everyone in here seemed to indulge themselves right now.

He wasn’t looking for love—he’d be a fool for thinking such a thing in a place, in a party like this. And the lust and passion between you two was undeniable.

Only for tonight.

You could be from each other only for tonight. So Viktor allowed himself to ponder, to imagine, how would it be like to see what was concealed under your dress, the new sounds he could elicit from your enticing lips. The new dance you could both participate in.

Only for tonight. And tomorrow? Viktor could figure it out later, once the sun came out again.

“Show me, Miss Fairy,” he said, grabbing the handle of his cane as he leaned down to steal another kiss from your lips. “Only for tonight.”

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mochinek0 · 2 years ago

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All that Glitters, Isn’t Gold

NOT ANOTHER ONE! This has also been on Wattpad for the longest time, but not here.

Gabriel looks at the list of his son's monthly expenses and shook his head.

How could his son have fallen for the oldest trick in the book? He raised him right. He made sure he stayed healthy, he spoke multiple languages, he had extracurriculars that would look well on any university, got in with the right crowd, at least til he decided he wanted to go to public school. There, he met that temptress -Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She somehow found her way into his son's heart and his bank account.

Suddenly a door slamming brings him out of his daze.

'What now?' he sighs.

Gabriel opens his door slightly to see the Marinette grab her coat, as she yells at his son.

"No! I am returning the necklace!" she shouts.

"Didn't you like it? Was there not enough diamonds? Do you prefer rubies or sapphires?" questions Adrien.

"Enough! It's too much!" she shouted, "Yesterday, you bought me $200 worth of chocolates! This, this is too much! We are going to that store and returning it!"

Gabriel watches curiously as Adrien reaches out to her and grabs a slip of paper, before shredding it to ribbons and tossing it in the air like confetti.

"Adrien Agreste! You did not just tear up the receipt!" Marinette shouts.

Adrien stood their proudly, with a smug look on his face, as if he had won.

Gabriel opened the door wider to get a look at the 'show' as he sees the fire in her eyes burn bright.

He watched in awe as she put out the fire raging beneath her skin by taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"Adrien." Marinette called out calmly.

The smug look on his son's face vanished and he watched as he took a step away from his petite girlfriend.

'Interesting.'

"Adrien. I didn't fall in love with you for your money. I don't need to be showered with gifts. I know Chloe was your only friend growing up, but I'm not her. I don't need utterly ridiculous amounts of jewelry or sweets." she spoke, causing his son to chuckle, "God knows I don't need anymore sweets; even if they were delicious."

"Hah! You liked my gift." his son teased.

" Well I couldn't return it! You opened it and ate one!" Marinette states, as she calms down, " Not my point, I love your gifts, but I don't need so many. Adrien, I am fine with movie nights to the theater or just curling up on the couch as you introduce me to new animes. I'm fine with kicking your butt at videogames every other night--"

"My pride isn't. I will beat you!" he interjected.

"Sure." she says, rolling her eyes. "See. This-" the petite girlfriend motions, pointing back and forth between the both of them, "is what I like. Being us. I'm fine with occasionally and by occasionally, I mean once a month, going to a restaurant of your choosing. I'm fine with something like this" as she hold up the new necklace, " on special occasions, like my birthday and such."

"But what if I want to spoil you?" Adrien questioned.

Marinette smiled and hugged her boyfriend, "Then you can spoil me slowly over time. Now, since you ripped up that receipt, I think it's time to teach you a lesson."

Gabriel stood at the top of the stairs as Marinette threw his son his jacket.

"Where are we going?" asked Adrien, hesitantly.

"To get you Ultra Mega Strike 4." she said, waiting for him to get ready.

"I told you, I'm not allowed to spend anymore this month." stated the younger Agreste.

"Exactly!" smiled his girlfriend, "I'm buying it for you."

"What?" Adrien questioned.

"Yep and to make sure you learn your lesson, every time you buy me something....let's say over $100, I'm going to do the same. Even if it means dipping into my babysitting and sewing funds."

"You can't be serious!" his son shouted.

"Oh, I am." she says, noticing Gabriel at the stairs, "Bye, Mr. Agreste, I'll bring him back shortly."

"Father!" he pleads.

"I believe Ms. Dupain-Cheng has a valuable lesson to teach you, Son. Never underestimate, women." Gabriel smirks, as his son is dragged out by his petite girlfriend, shocked.

'She's not so bad after all.'

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acti-veg · 14 days ago

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Hi, your reply was very thought-provoking. Sorry if I digress but I've started questioning my views.

“Most humans (at least in consumer societies) have the option to not hurt or eat other animals”

Why should they (we) make this choice if nature doesn't see devouring as harm? The post about the moth and turtle: the turtle died, the shell gave life to the moth, cool? So, why: a chicken died, the meat gave life force to a human is not cool? Yes, a human can gain life force from plant sources, but why should they? The problem with humans, perhaps, is that there are too many of us, so we require more and more resources (sorry for calling living beings a resource, but that's the way things are) and it damages nature, but that's not the point Vegans prefer, right? Too pragmatic?

I mean, it seems impossible to explain and reason morality of veganism not through Judeo-Christian vision of evil in nature(btw, I agree with this, I feel nature as essentially vile) humans are responsible of that will be eradicated in the new age whereon no animals will devour animals, no man will exploit man(this belief doesn't stop them from devouring and exploiting now, though). If we don't believe in this, that death is the enemy (so the turtle and moth case is not sweet but rather saddening) I don't see why we should care about other animals beyond a common sense.

Thank you for giving my perspective on this some consideration, I appreciate that.

Firstly, nature doesn’t “see” devouring as anything. Nothing in nature has any moral views, because they don’t occupy a moral world. We do. We are a society made up of moral agents making ethical decisions in a way that non-humans animals simply are not. Non-human animals are not capable of making a moral judgement of their own behaviour, even if they were capable of surviving without harming other animals (many of them are not).

The chicken didn’t “die”, they were bred, exploited then slaughtered for profit. You cannot put chickens being industrially reared then killed in their billions in the same moral category as a moth making use of an incidental natural resource. The chicken is not required to give life to a human, that human could just eat something else. We are making a moral choice to cause a great deal of harm, and we’re choosing that over many other options available to us, a moth is not.

What you’re unintentionally doing here is leaning into the logical fallacy of appealing to nature, but what is natural has absolutely nothing to do with what is moral. When we are looking for moral benchmarks by which to compare our own behaviour and moral obligations, looking towards the behaviour of animals who are acting purely out of survival, and aren’t capable of understanding the concept of morality, nevermind acting morally, is just very unhelpful.

Humans do require a lot of resources, but most of us don’t require this specific resource. Most of us absolutely do have the option to cause less harm by not eating animals. So why don’t we do that?As an aside, not eating animals is itself a very accessible way to reduce the amount to resources your lifestyle requires. Eating crops directly uses less land, less water, less energy and produces lower emissions.

Any answer to “why should” any human do anything moral will always be circular, and if not, extremely arbitrary. I believe that humans should do their best to be kind to one another, and avoid harming other creatures. If you don’t already agree with this principle on the basis that moths or turtles feel no such obligation, then nothing I could say would convince you otherwise. I can make a good argument about why not eating animals is the right thing to do, according to widely shared beliefs about suffering and the value of life, but nobody can offer a wholly logical argument about why doing the right thing is the right thing to do.

I found your last paragraph very unclear, and I’m not sure what you’re trying to say here so I can’t address much of that. If you’re arguing that we can’t morally object to causing harm to animals unless we appeal to some sort of moral authority (God), then that is just a very often repeated assumption. I don’t believe that morality requires some sort of objective authority to decide what is moral and what is not. Morality is socially determined; it is subjective. Nobody can convince you to care about others if you don’t already.

It is quite easy to explain and justify the morality of veganism without appealing to Christian beliefs, so long as you agree with some very commonly shared values. If you agree that causing unnecessary harm is wrong, and that unnecessary suffering should be prevented or minimised where possible, then you should not be eating animals. However, If you don’t already think that causing other sentient beings to suffer and/or die purely to serve your own interests is wrong, then there is really no basis for having an ethical conversation about anything.

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gunilslaugh · 1 year ago

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Too Many Beds

Han Hyeongjun

Summary: You and Hyeongjun get locked in a mattress store overnight.

WC:~1.1k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Most days you didn’t mind working at the mattress store. That was until inventory day rolled around. The day where you had to move mattresses till it felt like your arms were gonna fall off and then you still had to put the bedding on the display mattresses as well. There was never an inventory day that quitting didn’t cross your mind.

However this inventory day was better than others. You got to work it with your co-worker crush Hyeongjun. Carrying mattresses around all day still wasn’t ideal, but at least you could stare at Hyeongjun while doing so.

“It’s days like these I regret not choosing to scoop ice cream,” you announced as you sat on the floor after lugging in a king sized bed.

“You picked working at a mattress store over an ice cream shop? Hyeongjun asked, baffled.

“I know it sounds strange, but the pay here was better and less travel time too,” plus you don’t work at the ice cream shop. Reframing from saying the last part out loud.

“I understand what you mean. Inventory days make me wonder if quitting my last job was the right choice,” Hyeongjun let out a laugh.

“What was your last job?” You questioned him, curiously.

“Groomer at a pet shop. Not as fun as it sounds. The animals were cute and adorable, but cooperating was a whole other story,” he tells you. You sighed as you stood back up.

“I would much rather keep talking, but those mattresses aren’t gonna move themselves,” you said.

“You’re unfortunately right.” Hyeongjun states, standing up as well and dusting his hand on his pants. The two of you got back to work moving mattresses.

Finally after hours that felt like centuries you and Hyeongjun placed the last pillows onto a mattress display. It was now nighttime and the other employees and your boss already clocked out for the day, leaving just you and Hyeongjun. Your boss already locked up the front of the store and pulled the safety shutter down. Meaning you and Hyeongjun would have to leave at the back exit.

“It’s finally over,” you stretched your sore muscles. You were glad that it was over, although a part of you was also saddened that your day with Hyeongjun was over too.

“Yes we’re finally free,” Hyeongjun says. The two of you then proceed to clock out of your shifts. Making your way to the back exit you pushed the door handle to open the door, but it didn’t budge. You tried again, still nothing.

“Let me see,” Hyeongjun said, before trying to open the door. He didn’t have any luck either.

“Looks like it’s stuck,” you pointed.

“Just our luck huh?” Hyeongjun shook his head.

“At least we have plenty of sleeping options,” you tried to lighten up the situation. It worked because Hyeongjun bursted out laughing.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?” He asks, still laughing slightly.

“I guess most people would think about if there was someone that they could call,” you say, now laughing yourself. “This isn’t that bad though. We get along well and I keep snacks in my work locker,” you continued to talk.

“If I had to be trapped in here with any employee, I am glad that it’s you,” Hyeongjun admitted.

“Aww are you saying I’m your favorite co-worker?” You played, placing one hand over your heart.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he tells you. The two of you walked back to the main floor. “You were right about having plenty of sleeping options. I know that we have a lot of mattresses, but at the same time I feel like I’ve never really paid attention to just how many we have,” Hyeongjun spoke as he looked around at all the mattresses adorning the store.

“Yeah, we’re so used to seeing them all the time that we don’t really think about it,” you responded.

“It feels like there’s too many of them,” Hyeongjun chuckled.

“Too many beds in a mattress store? Impossible,” you iterated. You walked over to one of the queen sized beds and flopped onto it. “You know if the security cameras weren’t rolling I’d totally be jumping from bed to bed right now,” you revealed.

“That’s always been a thought in my mind. Whenever I walk by a row of beds. It would be so fun,” Hyeongjun said. You smiled and had an idea.

“Then are you ok with the risk of getting fired?” You asked Hyeongjun.

“Are you seriously suggesting that we jump on the bed?” Hyeongjun returned, his tone making it sound like you were crazy.

“What? We both want to. Plus inventory days have always made me think about quitting,” you said nonchalantly.

“Let’s do it,” Hyeongjun nodded his head with a smile.

“Yes!” You happily exclaimed, getting up to stand on the bed. Hyeongjun laughs at how excited you were. You looked like a little kid.

“Wanna race?” You egged Hyeongjun after jumping around for a bed.

“You’re on,” Hyeongjun accepted. The two of you walked to the end of a row of mattresses.

“Ready?” You looked at Hyeongjun, he nodded at you. “Set,” the both of you got ready. “Go!” You exclaimed and the two of you took off. It was a close race, but in the end Hyeongjun won. The pair of you exhaustedly laid sprawled on the final mattress.

“Good race, I didn’t think that you would be that fast,” you panted out.

“My sloth nickname can be misleading,” he informs, still panting too. “What do I get as the winner?” he poked.

“The satisfaction of beating me. Congratulations,” you congratulated him.

“Wow, not even a prize,” he tisked playfully.

“What do you want as a prize?” You quizzed him.

“Your number,” he replied. There was no evidence of him joking in his voice.

“Are you being serious?” You checked, sitting up. Hyeongjun sits up as well now sitting crossed legged on the bed.

“Yeah, I’ve always had a crush on you. Since the first day that you started working here,” he revealed shyly.

“You know, another reason why I chose to work here instead of the ice cream shop was because I thought you were cute. I saw you out working the day of my interview,” you confessed.

“I guess I did make the right choice in quitting the pet shop then. I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn't,” Hyeongjun says.

“No matter how much I loathe inventory days, I was glad that I could spend the day with you,” you told.

“Me too,” Hyeongjun stated. You pulled your phone from your pocket and handed it to Hyeongjun, so that you could exchange numbers.

Despite the fact that there were too many beds in the mattress store, you and Hyeongjun still slept in the same one.

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"Black Wedding" Story Event: Chapter 2

William's Route

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William: You should be more selfish, my bride.

William lifted my chin with his fingers and smiled.

The alluring smile that always lured out my deepest desires never failed to drive me crazy.

William: … Ah, is it too early to call you my “bride”?

Kate: No, I want you to call me… anything you want.

Kate: Whether you call me your lover, partner, or bride… as long as it means something special to you, it'll make me happy.

William: Fufu… then I shall call you my bride.

He caressed my cheek with the fingers that were on my chin.

Kate: … Okay, Will.

I snuggled up against his fingers, drawn in by his loving gaze —

William: That’s why we’re here.

Will gently pulled his hand away from me.

(... I can’t do this.)

The passion in his red eyes nearly made me forget that we were on a mission.

William: Pardon us. My lover and I are obsessed with each other.

My heart was completely stolen by William.

(Is this what you meant by “show off to our hearts content”?)

I finally understood that he meant to say that instead of putting up an act, we would show our true feelings and be affectionate without holding back.

(That’s why he said it’s alright to just behave as usual.)

(But for some reason… this feels more embarrassing than I thought it would.)

While I was still looking down at my feet with my cheeks burning, a cultist cleared his throat.

Cultist: … Thank you for showing me that intimate exchange.

William: It's an honour to receive your praise.

Cultist: However, in order to ascertain that our guests are truly in love, they are required to complete 1 day of voluntary work. Will that be alright?

William: Yes, of course. It will be our pleasure.

…

The “voluntary work” consisted of simple tasks such as cleaning the church grounds and gardening.

Except that we were constantly being watched.

Kate: What’s that, Will?

William: Astrantia. It survives well in the cold, but not in the heat.

Kate: Fufufu, I’ll learn so much about flowers while walking with you.

In the church’s backyard, the flowers were in full bloom and there were many animals being kept.

I watered the flowers while watching the ducks swimming in the pond, and the sheep in their enclosure.

Kate: Hey, Will.

William: … Hm?

(Uh…)

The moment I looked up, I forgot what I had initially intended to say to him.

A robin was perched on Will’s shoulder.

Kate: It’s adorable…! What’s the matter with this little one?

William: It came when you weren’t looking.

William: It’s an honour for me to be chosen as its perch to rest on.

The robin chirped happily when Will gently patted it with his finger.

Kate: It seems like you’re communicating with it.

William: It might get itself captured if it lets its guard down like this.

Kate: Maybe it chose you because it thought you were a kind person who would look after it, instead of capturing it.

William: Fufu, I see.

(Hm…?)

Will turned his gaze away from the robin and towards me.

William: I’m sure that… it could fly around freely, but it’s choosing to stay here of its own will.

William: I can’t help treating it with affection while it’s within my reach.

Those words made my heart race because it felt like they were directed at me, and not the robin on his shoulder.

Kate: … Which “robin” are you talking about?

William: Which one do you think I am?

Kate: … Both?

William: That’s my bride. You’re right.

Will gently stroked my hair like he did with the robin, and kissed me on the forehead as a reward.

(Will is being sweeter than usual today because we have to “show off”.)

(It makes me happy, but… I might forget that we’re on a mission again and feel weird.)

William: Oops.

Just then, the robin flapped its wings and flew away.

It stopped on a signboard hanging at the sheep enclosure.

Kate: “A domesticated animal”...?

Kate: … I guess that means they’re safe?

William: I suppose.

William: An exclusive space that’s peaceful, controlled, and has no one going against them.

William: The herd of sheep surrounded by fences are the same as this church.

William: An ideal place for people who desire control.

After Will muttered those words, the cultist who was standing at the edge of the garden approached us.

William: … It seems that we’ve proved to be worthy of your acknowledgement.

Cultist: Yes, that’s right! The two of you are acknowledged to be a couple who are truly in love with each other.

(...!)

Cultist: Your wedding ceremony shall be held tomorrow.

William: … Ah, certainly.

Kate: Thank you.

(That means… tomorrow…)

(The Founder will be condemned for his sins on the spot at the wedding ceremony.)

As I watched the cultist leave, Will said invitingly in a melodious tone.

William: Well then.

William: I should give this little robin over here who’s still within my reach a nice dress.

…

Afterwards, Will brought me to a tailor he was well-acquainted with.

(Wow…)

The wedding dresses that the store clerks had laid out for me were so dazzling that I couldn't help squinting my eyes when I saw them.

Kate: W-Will… I can’t make up my mind with so many to choose from…!

William: Ahaha, you can pick whichever you like. You don’t have to worry about the time, just do as you wish.

William: Oh, but of course… if you want me to choose for you, I’ll gladly oblige.

(... Have him choose a dress for me?)

I wondered what kind of dress William would choose for the wedding.

Kate: In that case… can you pick one out for me?

William: Hmm… let's see…

Like he was selecting a flower from a field of colourful flowers, Will chose a wedding dress for me.

(Wow… it’s gorgeous.)

The dress Will chose was jet black with intricate embroidery.

Kate: It’s wonderful…

I reached out for it, and the soft fabric running through my fingers felt satisfying to touch.

Kate: Oh… but it’s not red in colour.

William: Haha, did it surprise you?

Kate: Previously, you said that the colour red suited me…

He narrowed his eyes while I struggled to figure out the reason behind his decision.

William: I’m the only one who should know what colour suits you best.

William: Even if the other person is God, they’re unworthy of knowing what colour you look most beautiful in.

(Ah… I see.)

The very moment I decided to love Will, I had accepted the sin, the punishment — and even the inevitable death that awaited me.

(I swore my life to him.)

The blood that flowed through my body would be the one to dye his destruction red.

(Will swore to see that with his own eyes till the very end.)

If we were to have a real wedding…

Who to and what would we, who live in the darkness, swear?

The answer was clear.

(We’ll swear ourselves to each other… not anyone else.)

(We’ll swear to love each other till the end.)

We would pledge nothing to no one else.

That was our form of unwavering love.

Kate: … I’m happy to hear that, Will.

William: That’s great. I’m looking forward to our wedding ceremony tomorrow.

…

On the day of our “wedding” — I left our room wearing the black wedding dress Will had chosen for me.

Kate: … Will.

William: …

When Will looked at me, I thought I saw his red eyes widen a little.

Kate: What do you think…? Does it look good on me?

William: … Yeah, it looks great on you.

William: You looked so amazing that I couldn’t speak.

Kate: Fufu… you being at a loss for words is a very precious moment.

William: I hope you know that’s how gorgeous you look right now.

Kate: Yes, I got it.

Will smiled and extended a hand to me.

Feeling intoxicated from that sweet happiness, I took his hand.

As long as I was with him, no matter what happens in the future, I would have no regrets.

Even if it was the endless darkness that awaited us in the sacred place behind this door.

William: Come, we shall vow our love to each other, my bride from the darkness.

…

When we walked through the chapel together, we saw an unfamiliar man standing at the altar.

(This man is…)

The long-haired man wore glasses and had a gentle aura, he was the one who committed those murders.

Founder: Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Amor, the representative of Amour.

Amor: The two of you have been acknowledged by my believers to be a couple that's truly in love with each other.

Amor: Congratulations, lovebirds.

William • Kate: …

Amor: Upon making your vows in this sacred place, you shall have eternal love bestowed upon you.

Amor: Do you vow to love and cherish each other through the good times and the bad, whether you’re rich or poor, in sickness and in health, and until death separates you?

(We—)

William • Kate: I don’t.

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Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today.

Here today to talk all things whumpy is the brilliant @whumpcereal!

It’s great to have you here! Let’s start with a fact or two about yourself like your favorite color or favorite animal?

My name is Kay, and I’m a high school teacher in my 30’s. Besides whumping unsuspecting gentlemen, my hobbies include reading a lot, belting out showtunes, cooking for people I love, hitting up new bars and restaurants with friends, and traveling. And since you asked–and as a teacher, I hate unanswered questions–I’ve recently realized that orange might be my favorite color, and I love gorillas.

What does whump mean to you?

It’s the sort of pressing-on-a-bruise feeling that is wrapped up in watching someone suffer and then be comforted. It’s the need for vulnerability and human connection. It’s watching Prince Philip get chained to a wall and not understanding why you find it so magnetic, but you do, haha!

How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join?

I was writing for the Newsies fandom (I know) during the pandemic, and one of my favorite authors tagged her epic work with “whump.” I clicked the tag on tumblr, and I found @lonesome--hunter’s Ezra almost immediately; I fell down the rabbit hole and never came out. After Ezra, I spent a good long time with @ashintheairlikesnow’s Danny and then @galaxywhump’s Wren. I realized that a lot of what I was putting in my own writing could be classified as “whump,” but I wasn’t sure how to join in the fun. I lurked for a while and then beta-ed for @darkthingshappen before I got brave enough to post my own stuff. But part of what motivated me to start posting was just how supportive and welcoming the whole community is. On AO3, you can get tons of hits but almost no real engagement; with whump, that’s totally different. It makes my little dopamine receptors ping.

The whump community is amazingly supportive! Do you think your view on or the way you consume whump changed since you joined?

I am definitely a hurt/comfort gal. I can’t do the hurt without the comfort, and I need my whump to be strongly oriented in the characters’ feelings, whether we’re talking whumpers or whumpees. I struggle when a character is just getting the shit kicked out of them endlessly; I want them to have some relief, even if the relief is bittersweet or painful in its own way. I also find it easier to whump an OC than I do a fandom character, just because if they’re mine, I can build the kind of backstory that makes the whump reasonable.

And your favourite whump trope?

I do like noncon. Whump is a genre where I’ve really been able to explore scary things that have happened to me, and when a whumpee has an honest (and not needlessly gratuitous) nonconsensual experience, I gravitate toward it, especially if they’re allowed to explore the aftermath and how it makes them feel. I also love a mute whumpee–probably because I watched The Little Mermaid too many times growing up. Something about the helplessness of being trapped in your own body and at the mercy of others–hey, whumperflies! Captivity whump too, especially anything in the BBU. The BBU was one of my favorite discoveries when I found the community. It provides such rich opportunities!

Captivity whump is so good! Would you mind sharing a favourite piece you've written? (the following pieces may contain non-explicit nsfw references)

Ooooh. Well, I guess I’ll choose one from each of my series. For Jack, my first and forever whumpee in Behavior Modification, and his caretaker, my wish-fulfillment fake husband, Joe, it’s this piece with their little girl. It’s something that I wrote in basically a single stretch one afternoon last summer, and I’m proud of it because it shows both how far Jack has come in his recovery and how much everything he’s gone through is still affecting him. It also shows how fierce of a protector Joe is, even though Jack’s got strength of his own. Plus, Hallie, their little girl, was super fun to create. She’s a feisty little thing, and I liked the idea of looking at such a dark, violent system through a child’s eyes.

For The Kennel, it’s this piece which immediately follows my boy Will after his best friend Tommy is forced to assault him. It’s got the aftermath of noncon, plus it includes a lot of world building for my scary whumper, Doc, and his particular set-up. It really sets up the horror of the situation in which Will and Tommy have found themselves and also emphasizes the stories of other whumpees whose stories I’d love to explore (Justin and Tony, I’m looking at you). Plus, it gives Annie–who’s technically the caretaker in this story, even though she’s been abused herself–a chance to think about how she’s been raised and the way her father treats people. My favorite moment is when Will just breaks down completely, because we haven’t seen him do that yet. It’s a human moment, and he’s feeling so much less than human that it’s almost cathartic.

And then, honorable mention to this piece where I crossover my two stories and let Jack help Will as his post-rescue counselor. I had so much fun with that reveal!

Oh wow, I love the Kennel piece! You’ve broken my heart with Justin and Will! Would you like to share your writing routine with us?

I’ve actually been riding a bit of a block lately, but typically, I am an evening writer. No drinks or snacks, but usually movie scores that match the mood of what I’m writing. On good nights, it’s big blocks; on others, it’s just a sentence here and there (that’s been where I’m at lately). I try to write a little every day, but again, it’s been rough lately. Being a teacher at the end of the year is just as hard as being a student, haha.

I can only imagine! Are some things easier for you to write? Anything you struggle with writing?

I have an easier time writing recovery than I do straight whump, which is sometimes a bummer, because the whump community doesn’t seem to like recovery quite as much. So, I’ll pour myself into a recovery piece I have big feelings about, and then it won’t get quite as much traffic and engagement as when I’m roughing up the boys. I am very careful about how I write noncon. I think I do a decent job, but I try to approach it from a place of sensitivity to the person who is suffering versus engaging through violence alone. That can take a lot of time and thought and big feelings.

And is there anything you're working on at the moment?

I do have a fantasy crossover miniseries with Jack, Joe, and Ivan and @oddsconverts’ Josh and Felix that I’ve had a really fun time working on. I need to write a little intro before I post it. I need to go back to Jack and his intimacy consultations at WRU, and AU AU Joe and his reaction to the Drip. Poor Will and Tommy are in desperate need of attention; I need to get Will sold away so all the drama can increase. Maybe during summer vacation?

Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today? I am only funny on accident. Just ask my students. ;-)

Do you have any writing advice you’d like to share?

I’m great at giving advice to others, but absolute shit at following that advice myself. For instance, write for you. Don’t write for hits, likes, reblogs, etc. Just write what you want to read. Write as often as you can. During the pandemic, what got me back into writing after years of thinking about it was trying to write a little every day. Find you some writing friends who will get excited with you when there’s something you can’t wait to write about.

Finally, would you like to give a mention to some of the amazing people in the whump community?

I already mentioned some of my favorites, but shout outs to @hold-him-down (whom I was lucky enough to eat very expensive risotto with this spring and whose Leo is one of my very favorite whumpees), @peachy-panic (58 Days is one of my VERY favorites), @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump (whose Wyatt has my whole heart), and @squishablesunbeam (I mean, Jesse? Come on!). My first friends in the whump community were @darkthingshappen (creator of my Benny baby), @oddsconvert (whose series are all so beautifully written that I can’t choose a favorite–she even made me like vampire whump–and who is my wonder twin forever), and @sparrowsage (go check out his new stuff!).

Thank you so much for joining us, @whumpcereal ! It was a pleasure to have you here!

And to all you lovely folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

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askew-d · 8 months ago

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

hello, there! thank you for following me, by the way. this ask’s a sweet surprise! i don’t mind at all, i’ve never answered this before :) i’ll make a list of all the characters i cherish. it’s not ranked over who i cherish more though (they’re all special for me). they’re all random nonetheless, but let’s see if you can catch a little bit of a ‘type’ here, haha.

1. kageyama tobio, from haikyuu!! — i first found him to be a very bothersome character in terms of background and personality. perhaps a little bit aggressive, unnecessarily so. however, i can see how much he’s changed after finding a team like karasuno and hinata especially, and over time we go unraveling his attitude to find an actually sweet person who probably only thinks about milk, cats, leaving his nails neat and other stupid things. he’s one of those tsundere characters and that’s nice. he’s overall a nice person who’s judged unfairly. and his awkwardness turns out to be adorable, so that’s a plus.

2. minato, from the film kaibutsu — this japanese show absolutely wrecked me. it seriously did. how the hell could they expect me to move on after it? i have no words for how much this story impacted me. this main character brings such a tender feeling of youth and fragile love towards another person that sweeps me off my feet. he’s got a repressed heart that slowly comes free and it made me feel very protective over him.

3. violet, from the anime violet evergarden — heartfelt letters aside, this anime felt to me like a coming of age show. or perhaps more like a coming of ‘human’. i love her because she’s truly intrigued about the world, the people, feelings as a whole and what it means to be a breathing creature. she’s just a child. she wants to see everything. to understand her heart. she’s a force of nature that beholds so much and doesn’t even know how to put into proper words, even if that’s her job.

4. lu guang, from shiguang daili ren —i just watched link click recently, but this boy surely made a way into my heart. i love how he’s ready to fight the world on behalf of cheng xiaoshi, and although he’s a hypocrite through and through, he’s real. he’s one of the realest people i’ve seen being portrayed. because who in heavens would choose someone unimportant to tou if you can choose someone you love? and how he hides his emotions? chef’s kiss. i love that he’s an ‘actions speak louder than words’ kind of guy; he’d call you an idiot in one moment, then burn the world for you in the following one.

5. the little prince, from the book the little prince — i cannot forget this book not even in a million years. changed me as a person. this vulnerable, free character makes me think he’s not just a hallucination from the author, he’s a magical shiny little person who’s discovering about life. i love him because he’d never change, you can’t change him, because he’ll always be a child at heart and mind. he’s everyone. he’s you, he’s me, he’s who we were. and that breaks me apart. he makes me cry, this one. he makes me remember that i’m a child too, regardless of how many time passes.

6. léon doré, from the film it’s not me, i swear! — i was a fifteen-year old watching this after having reconnected with my mother and that’s why it marvelled me. it’s a lot of what i’ve been through, of what i’ve been. i love him because i relate to him, and i wish i could’ve had that courage. i won’t spoil the story, but i really recommend it! my favorite film of all time. it has trigger warning for child abandonment, suicide attempts and child abuse though.

7. wei wuxian, from mo dao zu shi — oh, boy, i can’t relate to this one at all. i think he’s the only one from this list that doesn’t fall into the ‘introvert with hidden feelings and traumatised past’ type, not entirely. he only falls into the traumatised past. i think he’s the only extrovert character — besides hinata shouyou — that i actually like. i’m an introvert at heart, so at first he annoyed me too, lan wangji, i get you. but his strength? how he looks into the world that broke him and says ‘i’ll keep trying, i’ll keep smiling’? how he loves to the point of sacrifying himself? how he’s not attuned to his feelings because he’s more worried about being excited over little things? how he’s just overall so rebellious, but intelligent, sincere, witty, and does this all for the good, regardless if he’s being misjudged? how he’s been through hell but chooses to find reasons to keep going instead of looking back? oh, how i love him.

8. todoroki shouto, from my hero academia — i don’t enjoy boku no hero anymore, it has lost the entertaining bits for me. but i do expect the best for this boy right here, i love him for his cool nature, how he walks into life trying to let go of his resentment (after he befriends midoriya), and how he cares for his friends more than words can be let out to express. i wish the anime had grew to be better so i could watch more of him, but the feeling’s gone for me now. nevertheless, i still cherish him.

9. gin, from hotarubi no mori e — he’s a mystery, that’s for sure. he deserved so much more. he deserved life, he deserved a chance to live. i love the tenderness in him, and the sheer tenderness he showed our main character even if he didn’t even managed to be a real, normal boy! how can beings find the love in themselves and be so painfully alive even if they’re not in fact in the human spectrum? i love that he taught us this concept of love. i love this type of trope. i love and hate it at the same time.

10. dr. house, from house m.d — i had a hard time wondering if i should indeed add him here. because he’s an asshole. why do i like him? i don’t know. i see this flawed, asshole man and i see the pain in him and though it doesn’t justify anything at all, it’s what humans are all about. he judges everyone. he shames everyone. he shows people’s true intentions. he hides his true intentions. he’s repressed and lonely and he’s doomed. but he’s got this relationship with wilson, and women, and monster trucks games, and he lives. and he’s an awful man, but aren’t we all at core? i love to hate him.

bonus: nozomi fujisaki, from cherry magic, and nano, from girl from nowhere. they’re wonderful. they’re everything. love fujisaki’s view in life (it matches mine) and nano’s brilliance ✨

haha, well, this got longer than i thought, but wow, i enjoyed this a lot. thank you for asking me this, really! big hugs!!