#xia yan fanfic

[janitetsu]

Meeting Xia Yan and eventually “dating” him Headcanons!

wc: 1,535 words this was supposed to be short...i blame the lack of yan content! no one's writing for him? fine, i'll do it myself!! SFW, written with gender-neutral pronouns <3

Yan is the literal top dog, the Head of The Worm. He is NOT going to be dating or even forming relationships from within the organization. Everything is strictly professional there, and he doesn’t need additional headaches. He doesn’t want to worry about his S/O doing their job wrong or getting beaten up by the Kengan Association. This man hates his own twin, though, who on Earth doesn’t hate Ji? He also already has enough on his plate with Wulong, who has definitely taken decades off his life with the stress he causes. Save this man.

With this, I want to say that his dynamic with a civilian partner would be very interesting. Or a partner semi-involved with the Kengan Association (like being an office worker from or someone with a distinguished position for one of the companies who have Kengan fighters)

Perhaps he’d meet you while spectating a Kengan match or when he’s looking for Wulong. Of course, while wearing his usual disguise, his first words to you would be: “Have you seen an old man/middle-aged man with a ponytail and stubble…”

Yan is NOT used to genuineness. Trust is earned, yet most often broken (Ji’s constant failures alongside other potential Worm fuckups, and Wulong’s whimsy has definitely made his trust issues worse, thus being more stressed), and everyone always has ulterior motives in his world, so meeting and eventually having a partner who’s genuine and kind will definitely boggle his mind (in a good way), so when they reply they haven’t, but are willing to dedicate some of their time to helping him would surprise him. Why would this person drop what they were doing and help me, a total stranger, he would think. He could be a scam artist. A kidnapper. A trafficker, or what he actually is—the head of a terrorist organization, yet here you were, still helping. Is this stupidity and gullibility, or just plain, genuine kindness? If the latter, then, why? He can’t tell. He needs to keep an eye on your potential idiocy.

Has never had serious partners. All of the ones he had were for these reasons: > he was one of the former Head’s sons (the less arrogant, less painful to be around, and calmer one) and therefore had a lot of hopeful partners who were trying to gain favor with his father > introduced and formally referred by his father > for overall very shallow and ingenuine intentions

Because of the reasons above, he’ll be very skeptical of getting into a relationship or getting too involved, much less with a normal civilian

Will get your contact details in the most discreet way possible, that is, by asking for your name and number, also leaving his own details with you (most likely using a fake name since he was the one who gave that idea to Wulong before), “just in case you do see an old man/middle-aged man with a ponytail and stubble”

He excuses himself quickly after. Gets back to the Bilton Hotel eventually, and he cannot think about anything else but YOU

He has never PURSUED anyone before, he’s never had the time or interest in forming relationships (that could end up intimate?!?!), what should he do? Wait for you to text or do it of his own accord? Oh, should he make a call or text? But calls could be invasive. It’s different with Wulong, that motherfucker either answers calls, or he completely doesn’t. What if you’re busy? What if you’re helping someone else? What if—

He texts you.

It’s a simple thank-you message for offering to help him out earlier.

“I’ve found the man I was looking for. Thank you for being kind enough to offer help earlier.”

Should he…add that he’d like to see you again? But that would seem too forward. He might seem like a creep. THE Head of the Worm, being worried he might be seen by a creep by someone like you? That’s new.

But it’s a valid fear. Not just that, he’s literally in a terrorist group. The HEAD of it, even. He might—no, will just bring you danger.

But, maybe, if he’s careful enough, it could work. He’d just need to always don his disguise.

With this in mind, he does also end up asking you out, most likely to eat (he’s always seen eating outside with Wulong) at a café or Japanese/Chinese food joint (might take you to that great gyoza place he and Wulong ate at)

When you do settle on an available day, you see him wearing…close to the same thing he wore the last time you saw him. At first you think he’s an important person, maybe a Douyin celebrity, since he gave you a Chinese name? He’s shifty and always looking around, too.

Through his black-tinted sunglasses, he sees you. His heart starts beating fast, and it feels like he’s got a lump stuck in his throat. Try as he might to swallow said lump, it won’t go away and only makes him more…anxious. An emotion he rarely felt. Maybe it’s just his disguise, but his face feels…hot. Even his ears. It’s a good thing he’s got a facemask on, too.

Keep in mind, this man is said to EASILY clear two meters (likely 6’6 ft). Tall and imposing. No one’s going to dare approach you when you’re with him, even with that disguise.

Will always treat you on your dates. He’s a bit of a traditionalist. Not only that, but he’s also got enough wealth that will last him for generations. You try to offer and pay, but he will insist on paying as the one who initiates dates…Dates? Hangouts? He doesn’t know yet. But he likes getting to know you.

Likes getting to know about your mundane life. Overall, just listening to you. It feels nice to listen and not be the one barking orders. He’s never known what it’s like to be…normal. He’s had his own fair of hardships, sure, overexerting himself to be even on par with his twin brother’s innate martial arts abilities, and managing an organization as big and worldwide as The Worm, but of course, that’s nothing compared to most other people. He’s literally a terrorist, for fuck’s sake. But here he is, being on a…normal date. It’s forbidden, he shouldn’t be doing this, but something about you was just so inviting and genuine. He’s experiencing from you things and emotions he’s never had the chance of feeling ever since he was born.

After around five dates, he starts to remove his facial disguise bit by bit. On your sixth, you were surprised to find him without the sunglasses. (Since we still don’t have an official volume cover of Yan, I assume he has the same hair and eye colors as Ji’s volume cover!) He was already peculiar enough as is with the white hair, but having pretty pastel cream eyes only made him more unique…ly pretty. He’s so beautiful, and you haven’t even seen the rest of his face yet!

Does his best to be vague about his line of work, especially in the first month of “hanging out”.  Dating? Well, there’s no label yet, and Yan hasn’t completely finished checking your background yet to deem you safe. You ask him if he’s famous, and he says “Well, yes.”, and does not elaborate further. Vague, but still, it’s an answer, you thought.

After two months is when he finally removes his facemask, too. He’s probably finished checking your background. You are safe and not a threat (to his heart, though, perhaps you are). Now you REALLY think he’s some Douyin Chinese celebrity. His stoic charm, smooth and pretty face, extremely tall stature, and the way he really pays attention and looks at you as you talk about whatever? He’d be perfect for those boyfriend POV videos on TikTok/Douyin.

He only hopes The Connector will not hear about this, and, if he does, not mercilessly tease him about it. Knowing Wulong, he’d probably encourage these feelings (to get Yan off his ass, but also for Yan to experience and finally have some semblance of normalcy), but also tease him.

“When are you gonna see them next?” “Where are you gonna take them next?” “Oh, take them to the bar Joji and I went to.”

“Connector, please, shut the fuck up.”

He will not. He’s got self-proclaimed millennia of “relationship” experience (probably bullshitting, Yan can’t tell)

It’s a real slow burn with this man, but it’ll be worth it. He’s very patient, attentive, and always ends his imperatives (shall we go out? shall we move to the park nearby? shall we hold hands?, etc.) with “…but only if you’d really like to, of course.” Never one to force you.

It’s risky, but he really likes these newfound emotions and experiences he has with you. He’s willing to give it a try. Someday, in the very near future, he’ll tell you his real name, too.

[actualbird]

“With the Serpents of Mischief on the loose, you must capture all these serpents so I may seal them once more. And to do this, you must take on the mantle of magical girl,” the serpent says. Then, it pauses. “...or boy.” “Magical boy? That’s not as catchy.” Marius frowns. “Traditionally, this title and the powers I will bestow onto you were only entrusted to women, but seeing as there are currently no women of von Hagen blood, you’ll…have to do.” “That sounds vaguely rude…like I’m a bargain bin magical girl—boy.” “Eh,” the serpent waves its tail in a dismissive manner. - Or the one where Marius von Hagen is chosen to become a sparkly shoujo-y magical girl—errr, magical boy. If that wasn’t complicated enough, he’s also…kind of jealous, that Luke has a crush on his magical boy persona, while seemingly not being interested in Marius himself… [Written for MariLuke Week’s Secret Santa 2024, for quickquackquill’s magical boy AU prompt]

💖8.5k words 💖ship: marius/luke 💖a mariluke magical boy AU with lots of mutual pining

hi @mostexcellentlesbian !!! SURPRISE, IM YOUR SECRET SANTA FOR THE @marilukeweek SECRET SANTA GIFT EXCHANGE!!! i hope you enjoy this sparkly magical boy AU :D

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[dreamsofminnie]

[Luke Pearce x Reader] Series

Ch. 5-10 [Luke]

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—His Escape | Word Count: 2,590

—March 16th, 12:23 AM

[[Recent message: I can’t help but peek into your room to see if you came back secretly.]]

Unbeknownst, the 100th sigh has now erupted from your lips as you fiddled with your lunch half eaten.

Peanut perched beside your plate occasionally pecking the dried figs you set for him.

“Peanut, you must miss your dad right? I miss Luke very much too.” Your pointer finger strokes the birb somberly as he peeps quietly.

“How many days has it been since he was gone? hmn, 4 days.” Laying your arms and head across the marble countertop your phone opened up to Luke’s one sided conversation.

Groaning you release your phone and bury your head between your outstretched arms.

“What to dooo, Fridays were our game and movie nights… ughhh! Luke you jerk! Maing me wait for you to come back like some military wife!! Give you a good scolding when you get back!”

Straightening your body and your resolve, you reach your finger out for Peanut to perch on and head upstairs.

“Apologizes Lukey, but I’m rummaging through your stuff.” Throwing his door open you find his usual messy desks and bookshelves that line the wall. His bed look haggard like he has been living here, in which, he really hasn't.

“Haizz, as always. Super messy Luke” Your sigh was so fond, one might’ve mistaken you as a wife whose waiting for their husband on an abroad trip across the world.

—March 16, 12:27 AM

[[Sent: Do you mind if i clean up a bit]]

[[Sent: I wont touch your important papers]]

Stuffing your phone in the back pocket, you roll up your sleeves to get to work. “Luke admires Sherlock Holmes to such an extent that he even matches Sherlock’s messy workplace.” Despite the grin on your face, the heavy document lifting will be a huge workout.

“If only you had arms to help me Peanut.” He tilted his head at your call while staying out of your way on the far window sill, his favorite sunbathing spot.

Piles upon piles were stacked against a corner you cleaned beforehand. Moved out of the path so access to other areas was easily accessible. Many of the papers were covered, with a label tag—simple to comprehend for the correct file in any case.

They stood tall so thickly that they rivaled your throat width solely in how many pages they contained.

How Luke actually managed to write up and read that is beyond you. The real hassle in detective work is the paperwork that research brings.

Even just a smidge, do you understand all of Luke’s sleepless nights you have caught him with his room light still shining bright. You had scolded him once while he apologized profusely. You were pretty sure he still managed to find a loophole and kept up with his late-night work hours. And you couldn’t say anything then, since you were studying up till sunrise.

One unfortunate chance was when Luke and you thought of sneaking into the kitchen for a quick snack and perhaps some caffeinated tea. Catching each other on tip-toes in pajamas, you making tea, and Luke getting snacks, was a fun core memory. Both of you ended up sitting in the living room working side-by-side. Till one of you would fall asleep on the other then eventually night passes then you and Luke wake up snuggled close.

Warmth had spread to you from cherished memories of a family you held dear. Wherever Luke may be, you just hoped he comes back in one piece, breathing and smiling bright.

Papers all stacked and on the side,you get to sweeping some of the discarded trash. Crumpled papers that— if unraveled, were rushed thought processes of a detective onto an exciting new lead.

His favorite juice boxes littered around his small trash can, as if his aim was terrible and he missed the trash with every new juice box.

Leftover craft materials were present only beside his bedside, which seemed like wood shavings, a dull carving knife, and cut-out paper. It seems you needed a vacuum for all those.

Floor now all clean and vacuumed, you reach Luke’s desk and bookshelf behind it. Many spaces on the shelves were free so packing the documents away in them was alright to do. You can just sort them for him and label each shelf with the contents. You had done this for Luke once in his other office. It wasn't as messy as his room is now, but Luke really enjoys your neat and tidy file sorting. He’s called it, “[Name]’s personal file service! Luke's only V.I.P service, right?~”

You giggle to yourself as you hear his voice through those words.

Unable to reach the higher shelves, you decided to save those for after every other thing that needed to be cleaned. His desk was just for area mapping, entry and exit routes to suspected buildings. Shifting them in a pile to the side of the table you hesitate if you wanted to peer through his desk cabinets. Personal or not, you would prefer if you had his permission first-hand.

Though i guess you were already invading his chambers without consent.

“I’m so sorry Luke. I will confess all my sins to your punishments when you get back, let me indulge in your personal affairs just this once.”

Shutting your eyes tight, you feel Peanut flap his wings and perch on your shoulder, eyes intently locked on the cabinet handle you were clutching. Opening one eye to watch Peanut you open the first drawer and crouch down to look closer.

The bottom is lined with thin files, scribbled notes, unopened letters, and craft utensils like the carving knife you found earlier. Not at all work-related, you could tell by the decorative ornaments that littered the box. Some were beads, pieces of jewelry, and preserved rose petals. Nothing matched Luke in this cabinet.

These were for you.

Luke has made many of things for gifts in the years spent together, you can recognize his crafts anywhere. And these were meant for you. This cabinet was all of you.

“..maybe I really shouldn’t have.” Peanut seemed to notice your surprise, shame and guilt. He chirped and flew down into the drawer hopping on the beads and letters as if finding something in that stack. “Peanut??! Hey hey, get out of there.”

His chirping grew persistent when spotting something in the far back of the cabinet. Dragging the item out with struggle, Peanut chips for you to help, so you worridly comply. Peanut would only do things on his own accord if, it was benefiting Luke, or, to embarrass Luke. You can’t tell which this is just yet.

Taking the wood block that Peanut dragged out to show you, you gap at the wood block.

It was a carving. A blooming rose so beautifully detailed and outlined down to the thinnest carve marks. A bird just like Peanut was the centerpiece in the rose, it sat at the middle in an angled side view as its wings raised to fly. You could tell it was unfinished because these types of carvings needed a thick coat of paint, and this was not at all painted just yet.

Dragging your hand across the carefully detailed and hard carve marks, you felt marks on the other side of the block when your hand moved. Stunned, you turn it around and freeze even further. Peanut tweeted and sat on your knee awaiting your final reaction. The back of the block was empty besides the small word carving on the bottom corner.

“Congratulations on your Graduation!!” A small sticky note wrote, “I always knew my Watson could push forth through the intense studying to earning your degree!! I’m really proud of you.” A small heart that was drawn in the corner of the sticky note was very light, as if he was hesitant to include it.

A bubble of sad inducing emotions threatened the peace and tranquility in your facade these past days. It prodded in your throat as your mouth was in a trembling frown, tears near slipping.

Peanut could feel the anguish radiating off you and chirped worridly, hopping closer to your face and rubbing his body against your skin. Fingers hardening against the wood, careful not to ruin it, you swallow the despair down and hold yourself.

“Luke…you silly boy….my graduation isn’t till about month from now.. You didn’t have to prepare so hard. Thank me in person if you’re so proud of me. That’s all I want..” The repeated words as if you were in a trance, were on the tip of your tongue but you didn’t dare speak those 3 words ‘I miss you.’

Inhaling deeply and exhaling you sniffle the rest of the sadness away and get up off the floor ready to finish the late-spring cleaning you started.

Peanut who still sat on your shoulder tilted his body at you. Patting his head and cooing at how good Peanut was in revealing Luke’s secrets, you hide the wood carving back in the drawer with your name basically plastered in it.

“Cleaning really helps cure some sadness.” Because a distraction was what you needed.

Getting that stepladder for dusting the bookshelf that you put off before, you reached the top shelf and make your way down. Pushing aside books so every corner was dirt-free, you notice Luke has a lot of thick detective books.

You snicker when you spot one light novel that you lent Luke because you thought he could brush up on modern romance stories. Luke said he lost the book in his bag, turns out that the book actually sat dust-free on his top shelf. ‘If you liked that light novel so much I would have gotten you the whole series Luke!’

Somehow you found that the second level of the bookshelf was dust-free, while even the bottom first shelf was super dusty. Strange. You didn’t find any of the books or locked files to be much interesting so you let that go. It might’ve been the case Luke is pursuing at the moment.

Sadly finished with the whole spring cleaning in Luke’s room, you watch the room as you exit and close the door in front of you slowly. It was high-time you study instead of reminiscing memories in your roommate/childhood friend/best friend’s room.

🔐[TimeSkip]🔍

—April 13

A hefty sigh rumbles through your throat into a groan.

“A new bestie is in order. What kind of person doesn’t even attend their best friend’s graduation ceremony? Peanut! Your father is absurd.” Same as normal, you sat in your room sighing and complaining to the Myna bird.

Peanut could never exactly escape this weekly routine every time your studying was complete and you had time to relax but that time was spent going crazy with the bird.

Though you had a reason to do so. Peanut hasn't been responsive as of these weeks, only when Luke was mentioned he would chirp quietly and stomp around to show aggravation. He has also gotten slimmer, without Luke who indulged Peanut in snacks way too much, Peanut ate only a necessary amount. No matter how much packs of dried figs—his absolute favorite snack—you bought, Peanut would eat four max then just sit on top of the bag.

Holding in another incoming sigh, you got up and stretched your arms above your head. “Come on Peanut, let’s go out today. Fresh air will free our shackles.” Swiftly slipping into your shoes at your front door, you call to the bird.

Peanut flew up and settled on your head, cozying up to your fluffy hair.

You both exit the apartment and out onto the lively streets. The bustling of people and chatter felt so distant. Only when a person is walking around and talking to another do you not notice how odd it is when you lose that company and instead walk alone hearing just the idle chats of random lives.

Perhaps Luke was feeling the same thing at this moment. You wish you could be connected to him like this.

The goal of movement was… unknown at the moment. You didn’t really know where to go when you suggested a walk.

“Parks are normally where people take strolls, right? Aghh…I’m talking as if I’m not normal and trying to BE normal..” I guess talking to yourself—and talking to a pet bird– isn’t very ordinary in the first place.

After arriving at the park and down a path towards the large constructed lake, you found a bench to rest on while Peanut happily ventures somewhere close by.

Sounds of the breeze and paces of people either jogging or walking past calms your mind of the occasional fog it gets on days like this with nothing to do but worry.

A guy riding a bicycle passes by but he doesn’t even leave your line of sight yet before the guy tumbles off the bike. You jolt up and rush over to help him up.

“Are you okay sir?!?? That was quite a tumble.” Holding a hand out as he sheepishly takes it and thanks you.

“Ah yes! Probably just a minor scratch on my knees, thank you for helping. I was in too much of a hurry to deliver these.” He rubs his neck then points towards the folded papers in his bicycle’s basket that have now spilled all over the grass.

“Oh, let me help!” You bent down to gather the papers and your hand freezes.

“I’m really sorry for having you help me twice like this! I’m grateful that you are so nice!!” He rambles on while grabbing the papers and stacking them back in the bicycle’s basket. “...and like–today was really busy so—work’s been piling up on me—...” Your ears couldn’t focus on the words and blocked out what he said. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears instead, the ringing of your mind engulfed your senses.

You were too fixated. On the front page of the newspaper.

“DETECTIVE LUKE PEARCE SOLVES A 15 YEAR ONGOING CASE IN LESS THAN 5 DAYS!”

“...what. What is this news report from.”

The stare you gave the guy was so intense that he falters for a moment. “Uhm, I work at the North Stellis newsletter station. Ah well, as a newspaper boy, so not really AT the news station ahha..” He sweats under the intensity of your shock but a question floated to his head.

“Oh? Do you know Mr. Pearce?! I heard of his work. Think he’s been at North Stellis for a month now.” You bit your lips hiding at the ecstatic smile and feelings that was bubbling up.

“I actually do! Can I take one of these newspapers home? I want to read it closely.” A relieved and joyous expression overcame your form as you held the paper close to your body.

The newspaper guy nodded with a smile, “Of course! Not much of a thanks for helping me, but if you need it then you're welcome to take it.”

“Ah! I need to get going now though. Thank you for helping me!” He hopped on his bike, waved a farewell then peddled away just as Peanut got back from his grandeur adventure.

Perching on your shoulder while you giggled in glee, Peanut chirped—albeit a chirp with much life unlike his usual quiet chirps—questionably

“Peanut! We’re going to see Luke!!!”

Peanut’s bewildered chirp was the last thing you heard before you went bolting home.

Synopsis-> Luke the one who has always been by your side throughout school years. The one who wouldn’t hesitate to run back home to get you something you forgot and really needed. Luke who smiles so-so fondly at you when your smiles pierce through his bad days. The same Luke who thought running away from you would be beneficial for you.

It however, only served to push you out of your way to find him. Seeing your surroundings in an entire different city, you are in search of Luke by tracing his detective trails. His name plastered on the newspaper one day by accident, served you to find him quite quickly. Now by his side, the works of detectives and secret agents left you both to conquer swiftly.

Joining his line of work after thorough debating and arguing, he reluctantly let you invade his dangerous lifestyle. Of course–only with him by your side at all times.

aUgh,, this took awhile to finish🙇‍♀️

Lukey-boy, you will be in for a surprise😌😌

YAH. The next chap will take another decade since we will now officially start this series💀

Tags. @neigesprincess @crucnhice @backintomykpopphaseagain @kazedaka @little-aruma

[nagisadelune]

A Letter From Me to You (Multifandom)

(Of course, unedited)

Hi! I wanted to just write something with my bit of inspiration. This one can be for any couple you want it to be for!

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To you:

You probably don't remember me. You spent the last couple years of college not talking to me because I left. But I wanted to tell you that I don't like you.

I spent the years that we weren't together acting like we were strangers. Or at least tried to whenever we would see each other around campus. You treated me like that anyways: a nobody, a stranger.

I spent the years that we weren't together resenting the fact that we weren't even friends. You acted like we never interacted at all despite the amount of jokes that you cracked to make me laugh when we were spending time together.

I don't like you anymore. I can't like someone who treated me like a stranger despite how close we were for those couple years we practiced together, who's willing to call me a stranger in a mere instant. I also can't like someone that I seemingly don't know.

And yet when we do look at each over, I'm reminded of what we had, the friendship we had for those couple years. You can't even look at me in the eye when we do pass by each other. You don't even want to say hi to me.

I've accepted that this happened; there's no point in hanging onto the memories of someone who doesn't appreciate you. Yet I still look over at you and hope that you recognize me and take that first step. I look over at you, hoping that maybe it's all in my head and that we are still close.

But who am I kidding? How could someone like you enjoy hanging out with me? How could someone as poised and confident as you possibly like someone as dramatic and loud as me? Is it even possible that you liked me at some point, even platonically?

It's doesn't matter though. I'm still mad at you. But maybe... I do still like you.

Sincerely,

Me

~~~

Well I hope you enjoyed it! This was something that I just thought of randomly, and I hope that it might inspire someone else.

Thanks for reading!

[samsspambox]

He sticks to what he knows: Giann had enemies, he had fanatics, and the Pax Civil War was effectively over so the tabloids had nothing to talk about. Not that it stopped them.

He's fine, though. He doesn't have any meetings for the next couple of weeks. Well, he shouldn't have any, but the snakes inside the company wouldn't pity him for long.

Marius is Fine.

or alternatively: marius is not fine, he punches someone, and there's new information on the case. not in that order.

hi hi new fic i wanted to get out before my goblin brain starts to focus on the ficathon prompt!!! kjbsfkjsbfk

[snowie130]

I couldn't decide whether the chemistry I feel between Xia Lin and Chu Yan is platonic or romantic but now they have fallen asleep while on the phone assfhjjc WHERE ARE THE FANFICS????

[reki-apples]

Hello ! Introduction + others below ! ✨

💌 Introduction !

Name: Apple 🍎

Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them

Age: 19 years old!

Bio: Psych major & Scholar, so I apologize for any inactivity bc college comes first djskshjs

Other Acc/s: Not active anywhere else, but I write stuff on AO3!

Archive of Our Own: xXILoveMyFridgeXx

🖥️ Fandoms !

Main Fandoms: Tears of Themis, Genshin Impact, & Honkai: Star Rail

Other Interest/s: SK8 the Infinity, Mob Psycho 100, Bungou Stray Dogs, SpyxFamily, etc.

Favorite Character/s: Marius von Hagen 👑 (Tears of Themis), Reki (SK8 the Infinity), Beidou (Genshin Impact), Yoimiya (Genshin Impact), Reigen (Mob Psycho 100), etc.

Fav Ships (in order): Marius/MC (Rosa), Marius/Luke, Marius/NXX Members, and any other ships among the TOT characters!

📝 Fanfics !

1.) i’ll make the most of the minutes (and love with no regrets)

Words: 5,384

Short Description: Mariluke childhood friends AU and them meeting again when they’re adults.

Tags: Childhood Friends, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Short One Shot, Protective Xia Yan | Luke Pearce, Idiots in Love, Getting Together

Type: One Shot

Status: Completed ✅

2.) the lips i used to call home (it was maroon)

Words: 28,777 (as of June 17, 2023)

Short Description: A fic mixed with Marius’ angsty backstory & Luke and Marius’ trust and loneliness leading to a friends with benefits relationship.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Lu Jinghe | Marius von Hagen Needs a Hug, Protective Xia Yan | Luke Pearce, POV Alternating, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Physical Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism (does not apply to any of the main characters), Friends With Benefits, Slow Burn, Character Study, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Pining, Mutual Pining, Temporarily Unrequited Love

Type: Multi-Chaptered Fic

Status: Incomplete ⭕️

Chapters: 2/?

3.) would it be enough (if i could never give you peace?)

Words: 10,212

Short Description: Marius makes an announcement that causes immense backlash. The NXX Team is there to tell him that they won’t run away.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lu Jinghe | Marius von Hagen Needs a Hug, Protective Xia Yan | Luke Pearce, Protective NXX Team, NXX Investigation Team as Found Family (Tears of Themis), Happy Birthday Lu Jinghe | Marius von Hagen), Light Angst, Marriage Proposal

Type: One Shot

Status: Completed ✅

[renewedmotionforjudgment]

Honestly, an equivalent of a Britpicker might be the solution.

Also, to your last point, the canon in universe context of the drama is very important. In HZGG, Xiao Yan Zi (I think starting at season 2) calls Yongqi “yongqi.” As does Zi Wei and Er Kang starting in S2. So I do expect everyone in a post S2 HZGG fanfic to follow that context, even if it’s not in line with other Qing dramas. Like if XYZ suddenly starts calling him “Wang ye” I’d be like “ok I assume they got into a fight” LOL.

But a fic where Ruoxi calls Yongzhen by that name or his prince name makes very little sense. Even in her last letter to him, she calls him “si ye” and never his actual name. Or using the drama that I’m currently watching bc it’s a great example, legend of zhuohua, the male lead’s actual name is Liu Yan*, his title is “定王” (ding Wang) but in canon:

- the court officials calls him “ding Wang Dian xia” —> “His highness Ding Wang” (more on the title translation below)

- his love interest aka FL calls him “Wang ye”

- his brother the emperor calls him “Yan di” literally “little brother Yan” bc he gets to do that in the hierarchy

- his stepmom the dowager empress calls him “Yan er” bc she raised him (although she does refer to him as Liu Yan to other people aka when she’s plotting his murder)

- his nephews and niece refers to him as “huang shu” literally royal uncle. If one of them is trying to plot his murder, it’s Ding Wang.

So depending on who the fic is about, the honorifics vary widely. But one specific thing, and this is to be fair to the writers, the subs aren’t very consistent. Speaking of Zhuohua, the “official” subs from tencent refers to 定王 as “Lord Ding” but his nephew who is the emperor’s eldest son is “陈王” but translated as “Prince Chen.” The only reason I can think of the distinction is to distinguish son of the emperor versus brother of the emperor but it doesn’t make a ton of sense.

*to make the matter complicated, the narrator in then novel it’s based calls him Liu Yan.

Anyways, I went off way on a tangent but I think it’s maybe a catch 22. And to be fair what specifically annoys me might not annoy most non-chinese speaking or understanding readers.

Trying to write a fic and naturally I can't find the right word that the consorts call Qianlong. Haunjong/Hua zong...uncertain. Looking up emperor titles and such I can can find "Huangdi" but not the other word (I don't want to get it wrong...) Help please. ^_^'

The word you’re looking for is Huangshang.

Here’s a sort summary of Qing dynasty honorics, and maybe look through our honorifics tag. But in all honesty and sincere advice, if you are unfamiliar/uncomfortable with Chinese honorifics, just stick to vague English equivalents like Your Majesty. It gets enough of the message across and you don’t accidentally use something jarringly wrong that completely takes the reader out of the story. I personally would much rather read a fanfic that uses stuff like Your Majesty, Your Highness than transliterated Chinese honorifics wrong. And I say this as a fic writer that do use transliterated Chinese honorifics, but I do because I am confident enough to know I’m (probably) using them correctly.

[artemelle]

—  “ change ”

fic notes : luke pearce / xia yan x gn!reader, fluff, some angst if you squint really hard, drabble, wc: ~0.73k

from elle ! i got big luke brainrot after finishing ep. five part one so here we are,, please this man is actually the biggest sweetheart and the absolute cutest mf i love him sm >_< i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing <3 reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3

Luke used to always tell you that he loved you. The words have never been foreign on his tongue, slipping out his lips without much of a second thought. He let you know he loved you when you fell off your bike at age seven. He let you know he loved you when you were reeling from your first heartache at age thirteen. He let you know he loved you before he left at age sixteen. Luke had no problem with speaking his feelings into existence, a faint blush coloring his cheeks when the words move past him. He meant it every single time and you took it in with nothing but a smile and an “i love you” back.

The problem came with change, the only thing that’s supposedly constant in the overwhelming world he lived in. When did the meaning of those words change? When did it shift from innocently platonic to something entirely new?

Did it come with the worry that filled his veins when you fell off your bike? Was it there in the ache that suffocated him as you cried your heart out on his shoulder? Could it be the reason he hesitated leaving you in the first place?

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your voice rings in his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. Luke offers you a sheepish smile and scratches the back of his head, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it, Yn.”

“I don’t believe you one bit.” You tilt your head to the side, the case files that littered the table you shared long forgotten. There’s a slight hint of teasing that laced your tone of voice, one mixed with worry, “It’s never nothing with you.”

Luke shakes his head, you always did see right through him. The beating of his heart is louder than ever and he’s hoping that your close proximity won’t give him away. You’re looking at him expectantly, fingertips tapping on the wooden surface and a soft look in your eyes. The sun shines through his living room window, a soft song playing from your phone’s speakers; it would have been the perfect opportunity to let you know. If only the words weren’t caught in the back of his throat. 

“Yn, I-” He couldn’t force himself to say any more. Did you even love him back? You’ve always replied when you were kids, but who’s to say that you would now? Especially at twenty-four when the meaning of the words have completely changed for him.

You place your hand on top of his, warmth spreading through the entirety of his body. Luke’s gaze meets yours and in that exact moment, he wonders what he’s so nervous for. You retain the gentle gaze in your eyes, the encouraging smile that played on your lips, your thumb rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

“What is it?” 

Your voice is soft, but it holds him down in his seat and leaves him completely breathless. Luke gulps, biting the inside of cheek before tearing his eyes away from yours. He doesn’t want to see your immediate reaction when he lets out the words, looking down at his lap, “…I love you.”

He hears you suck in a breath and Luke fears that he’s ruined everything. He’s broken your friendship, it’s irreparable. All those years he’s spent away have prepared him for losing you a second time. 

“I love you too.”

His head practically snaps up as soon as he hears the words fall off your lips, eyes widening in shock. But instead of relief, frustration fills him. You don’t get it; there’s still that same dazzling smile on your face. It’s not the same I love you that he’s told you a million times when you were kids, this one is different. Luke shuts his eyes, running a hand through his hair as exasperation coats his voice, “No, you don’t un-”

You cut him off before he could he even finish his sentence, leaning forward to grab both of his hands, “But I do. I understand and I love you.”

The words may have changed for him, but they did for you too. 

“Really?” Luke intertwines his fingers with yours, but his voice remains hesitant. This must be a dream.

You give his hands a gentle squeeze, letting him know that it isn’t. 

“Really.”

[kaygom]

Weirdest Thing

pairing: rosa x luke

word count: 1146

synopsis: rosa invited luke over for dinner and she surprises him by doing something that is absolutely weird.

author's note: i actually cooked spaghetti and i had this idea pop up into my head. lol as much as rosa is intelligent, she still has her moments where she wants to try out the things she reads on the internet. regardless on how ridiculous it is.

(oh, also shameless plug: i am working on creating a tot writer's discord server. i am not familiar on how to do it, but i am doing a lot of research and diligently planning this. i am hoping to have it up and running within a week or two. i may need some help running the server as well, but that's for once it's up.)

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Luke sucks in a nervous breath when he approaches Rosa’s door. He has a tight grip on the wine bottle as his nerves start to go haywire. He is about to cook dinner with the girl of his dreams. He had agreed so quickly when she suggested that the two share a meal together to be able to catch up after he returned from his week-long mission. He lifts his hand and it hovers over the door. After a second of hesitation, he finally brings himself to knock on the door.

The door finally opens, greeted with a bright and welcoming smile from Rosa. “Luke!” His name leaving her lips is like music to his ears. “Welcome back!”

Luke finds himself smiling so widely. He could get used to being greeted like this, hoping that this could happen more often. He steps into her apartment, slipping out of his shoes and offers the bottle of wine to Rosa. “Here you go~ To compliment the spaghetti we are going to eat tonight.”

She takes the bottle from him and analyzes it. “Ohh, this is going to go perfect with the spaghetti. Thank you~” She steps through her apartment and sets the bottle of wine on the table. Luke follows her and he takes a sniff of the air. “It smells delicious in here!” He muses.

“Oh, thank you! Dinner is nearly ready. I looked up a recipe for tonight. You know I’m not that great at cooking, but I’m definitely trying. Especially after Mr. Wing told me I need to fall out of the habit of ordering take out almost every night…” She confesses with a nervous chuckle, worried that her cooking wouldn’t be tasty.

Luke walks up to the stove and lifts the lid of one pot to look at what she’s got going on. “Well, I can tell you that I think the sauce looks good.”

Rosa steps up beside him and nods her head. “It wasn’t too hard. So I’m hoping that I at least seasoned it well enough that it’ll taste good and not just tomatoes.”

She lifts up the lid of the pot for the noodles and takes a glance at it. She grabs the tongs and stirs the noodles around. She lifts up noodles and wiggles them around above the boiling water, splashing a bit of pasta water around the stove. Several of the noodles splash back into the pot, leaving her with one left hanging for dear life between the tongs.

“What are you doing?!” Luke asks Rosa with a laugh.

Rosa looks up at him, noodle dangling in mid-air as her other hand lingers over the steaming pot, frozen in her spot. “Uh, I am going to test out the noodle to make sure it’s done cooking,” she responds to him, a small smile on her lips.

“How? By eating one?”

She shakes her head as she turns her head back to look at the pot. Rosa dips the tongs into the pot and grabs a noodle. She carefully lifts it out of the pot and reaches with her other hand for the noodle.

“Rosa, you’re going to burn yourself!” Luke is about to reach out to stop her, but she deflects him by turning her body away from him, stopping him with her back. She pinches the noodle between her fingers and blows on it to try to cool it down.

She glances back at Luke, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She then releases it from the tongs and tosses the limp noodle at the side of her refrigerator. It ends up immediately falling onto the counter. “Ah, shoot. It’s not done yet…” She huffs, her cheeks puffing out a little.

“What the heck was that, Rosa?” Luke questions her in surprise, his eyes glancing between her and the noodle that is left on the countertop.

“I read something that when pasta is done, you can toss it on the fridge or the wall and if it sticks it’s al dente!” Rosa tells him as she focuses back on the pot and stirs the noodles around with the tongs.

“Wh-What? That’s the weirdest thing I have ever heard!” Luke doubles over and bellows a hearty laugh.

Rosa is unbothered by Luke’s laughter beside her as she is determined to get a noodle to stick on the side of her refrigerator. “Just stir the sauce at least!” Rosa directs Luke, worried that the sauce would burn if it's neglected another second. Luke’s laugh starts to quiet down as he steps closer to the stove and removes the lid of the pot beside the noodles. He stirs the sauce as directed.

Rosa picks up another noodle from the boiling water and she sucks in a breath when the noodle burns the skin of her fingers again. She purses her lips before she throws the noodle at the refrigerator again. This time, it sticks. “Ah ha! The noodles are done!”

She sets the tongs on the counter, then turns off the burner for the noodles. “See, Luke? It worked!” Rosa points at the noodle that is still stuck on the surface of the refrigerator. Luke turns off the stove for the sauce, his eyes glancing off at the noodle.

“I’m surprised it actually worked,” Luke chuckles and moves the pot off the stove to place on the table on top of the potholder.

“Lemme strain the noodles for you.” He bumps hips with Rosa to push her away, to keep her from throwing any more noodles around the kitchen. Rosa laughs and goes around the kitchen to retrieve plates and utensils to set the table.

Luke and Rosa walk around the kitchen, avoiding each other fluidly to keep from any sort of collision. Rosa gets the table set and Luke gets the noodles transferred into a bowl, meeting each other at the table. The two of them look up at each other and share warm smiles. “Shall we eat?” Luke asks her.

“Yes, let’s eat. I’m hungry.” Rosa sits down at the table, Luke following suit.

“Wait, the wine!” Rosa gets back up, grabbing the bottle by the neck. She scurries around the kitchen to find her wine bottle opener.

“Fancy, you have one of those electric ones..” Luke peers up at her as she steps back to the table, the whirring sound filling the apartment. The cork comes up with a quiet pop and she nods her head. “I broke one too many manual openers before I resorted to just buying this.”

Luke shakes his head then offers his wine glass to her. She takes and carefully pours the crimson liquid into the glass. She hands it back to him before she pours her own glass. Settling back into her seat. They both get food onto the plates and then start to eat and chat about their week.

[byeol-ssi]

Heloo! I loved reading you "sharing a bed" trop it was amazing 😭 would you mind if i request one with the tot men? 🥺

Your work stays awesome as always 😭😭

hearts sealed by starlight

✦ artem wing. luke pearce. marius von hagen. vyn richter. x gn!reader

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW, although slightly suggestive jokes are made in marius' part) + various tropes. slight spoilers for luke's part if you've never played through his personal story.

artem wing *. ⋆ fake dating relationship

"ARTEM?" your tentative voice comes out as a whisper of sound.

artem hums in response. it was beginning to feel like, somehow, the silence had gotten louder now that you were both settled in for the night — with you occupying the bed, and artem laying on his makeshift cot on the floor.

your head pops out from above, and you look straight into his eyes with what seemed like surprise.

"you haven't fallen asleep." a statement, not a question.

work had been exhausting, to say the least. on the other hand, he was uncharacteristically wide awake despite the fatigue he'd accumulated throughout the past few days.

artem sighs through a smile. "it appears you haven't as well."

a beat. then, "would you like to come up and talk?"

"about?"

"anything, really!" your head peeks further out in your sudden burst of excitement, the blanket around your shoulders slipping. "let's just think of this as a sleepover. we can even share the bed!"

his forehead creases, "we never discussed, nor drafted a written testimony, should an event like ... bed-sharing occur during our agreed time together within the scope of our contract."

"artem, it's fine. it's not like i would file a lawsuit against you." you shook your head, laughing. "i probably wouldn't win anyway. so, come up."

he frowns. if he was being truly honest, the contract and terms were there more for his sake, since artem doesn't really know if he could control himself around you without them in place.

but then you're already scooting over, and he finds himself swiftly slipping in beside you.

the sheets rustled as adjustments were made, and you both soon realized with slight, sinking, horror that the bed was much smaller than you anticipated — evident in the way your skin inevitably brushed against his with every movement.

you clear your throat, offering him a sheepish smile. "i think people will definitely believe our story now ... but you still seem worried."

"although i do trust the judgment of celestine and my peers, i sometimes wonder if i'd gone too far in trying to protect my reputation," he admits quietly. "i'm likewise ashamed for involving you like this."

aside from the strain that came regularly with his responsibilities, artem found himself under extreme pressure and criticism from his environment.

somehow, being single while he neared his thirties labeled him as "unreliable and untrustworthy", and the firm subsequently saw a decline in clients.

this unfortunate reality is what brought him to you. by agreeing to become his pretend (keyword being, pretend. other synonyms included: fake, not real, an act) romantic partner, artem would be able to secure his image.

"hey. we do what we need to survive." you slid a hand across the bed and threaded your fingers with his. "and also, i've never been this happy before. so, i want you to stop burdening yourself with guilt."

he swallows, trying to ignore the warmth that spread from your touch and your voice — so soft and incredibly kind.

artem throws an arm over your stomach, keeping you as close as possible. skinship and other forms of physical contact were deliberated upon prior to this entire scheme, although nothing in your agreement explicitly stated that these had to be made only within public view.

artem only hopes you don't report him for taking advantage of this loophole. "you might fall off," he reasons out.

fitting yourself against the length of his body, your answering smile is warm, sweet, and playful. "swear to fall with me?"

"i swear," he vows, and nothing more is exchanged between you that night. when the moon rises high enough to peek through the clouds, you've already fallen fast asleep in his arms.

and artem stays awake throughout, wondering if he should someday reveal the truth of his worries.

what he expressed earlier wasn't a complete lie, but truthfully, he's becoming less concerned with preserving his name the longer he spends in your presence and focusing more on figuring out how to keep you as his.

because artem no longer cared if this was all fake, as long as he could stay by your side.

luke pearce *. ⋆ reluctant allies to lovers

"you never said anything about us sharing a room," LUKE snaps brusquely, trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "i only agreed to this because you insisted that we could find a potential cure around here."

"just think of it as a vacation! you don't need any added stress, so don't worry about it and have fun. but not too much fun, if you catch my meaning. also, try to keep your hands to your —"

luke promptly ends the phone call as he steps back into the bedroom. two lamps had been left burning by the bedside tables, casting the space in a soft, warm glow.

you were already tucked into bed, cream-colored sheets dipping with the shape of your figure. you look up when he enters, setting the tablet in your hands aside. "was that doctor aaron?"

luke nods, dropping to the armchair. he rubs his forehead, trying to center himself. he's aware that he was being irrational, a far cry from his usual self.

the tension hanging precariously between you both wasn't the most ideal as well — another issue he admitted to being the cause for acting so cold and standoffish.

you purse your lips. "is something wrong? did he have any new leads?"

"no, no. he was just ..." playing matchmaker where his services were clearly unwanted, his mind provided. he coughs into his fist. "checking in."

an awkward silence ensues, one you break by nodding to where he was sitting. "okay ... are you sure you're comfortable sleeping there?"

"i've slept in a lot worse places. this is fine."

a sigh leaves your lips. "you don't have to. we can share, alright?" you propose, more forcefully this time. "i'd rather not have dr. aaron find out and scold me for not taking care of my patient."

ah, right. it wasn't unusual to find yourselves paired up frequently and you've played plenty of roles together in the past — albeit begrudgingly on luke's part.

and when you accidentally learn about his illness, you agreed to become his nurse/investigative partner as per the meddlesome doctor's request.

why? luke has absolutely no clue.

it takes all of his self-restraint to not glare at the bed, which would be the bane of his existence for the next ten hours.

"fine," he concedes. he lifts one side of the sheets, revealing your bare legs underneath. there wasn't anything remotely scandalous about your nightwear, but he squeezes the phone in his hands, terrifyingly similar to how a scandalized victorian woman would clutch her pearls.

he placed the gadget down with much more force than intended, and hopped into bed as quickly as humanely possible.

a cool palm — yours, he realizes — presses itself unannounced on his forehead, brushing away his bangs. he sits up jerkily, confident he was redder than a tomato.

"luke, you look like you're burning up. have you taken your medicine? how about some water?" you soothe gently, raising your hands to show you meant no harm. "or would you like me to leave? i can find somewhere else to stay the night, no problem."

and this is exactly why he dislikes working with you.

he doesn't even know you that well — has been trying not to learn more, has been doing his utmost to keep his distance — and yet, you relentlessly look out for him without making him feel as if he was glass.

and all luke wants to do is surrender.

he blew out another frustrated breath, stubbornly denying how you made him feel. it wouldn't be right. it wouldn't be fair. he shouldn't aspire for the bond between you to develop into something more.

not when he'd be leaving you too.

and so, he remains resolute in his decision to push you away — like all the other times in the past.

before you got too close. before his heart fell any further.

"it's nothing," he rasps, swinging a leg over the bed. "you should get some rest."

"do you ... want me to hold you?"

luke's entire brain halts, as does his attempt to escape. "wha — what?!" he sputters, heat climbing up even further on his cheeks.

"i heard it helps," you shrug. a yawn eclipses the next words that leave you. "doctor aaron said so."

he almost groans. luke should decline. conjure some sort of excuse or half-ass lie. drive the wedge between you even deeper than it already is — once and for all.

yet, when he clears the thickness lodged in his throat, something else comes out of his mouth entirely.

"yeah?"

you nod, motioning for him to come closer. "yeah."

he blinks. just this once, he convinces himself.

"okay." his nerves settle when he shuffles hesitantly into your waiting arms. his arms wrap around your torso as you settle back down on the mattress, burrowing deeper with his weight above you.

your hand starts carding through his hair, the sensation so relaxing that his eyes begin to droop shut. without thinking, he breathes you in, calming his heart in the process.

after a long while — when more stars eventually come out of their slumber and take their place in the night sky — you whisper, "are you feeling much better?"

he does. but that didn't mean he wanted to let you go.

"could we stay like this a bit longer?" he mumbles, lips grazing your collar bone.

you don't deny him. "sure, luke. as long as you want."

marius von hagen *. ⋆ arranged marriage

"you can take the left side," MARIUS offers, quietly going around the hotel room and flicking off the lamps.

you embrace the soft pillow in your hands a little tighter, trying to ease the nervousness quivering in your stomach. you find refuge in the queen-sized bed — which was ironic, considering that the bed was the last place you should be in given your present circumstances.

"is this another one of your cheesy pick-up lines?" you joke, attempting to lighten the subtly-charged air by adding, "because you're always right?"

the corner of his lips twitch the slightest before he shakes his head in amusement. "i am. but also because you always sleep on the left."

the sky had already deepened to a purple haze that reminded you of marius's gaze as you regard one another silently for a drawn-out beat.

your eyebrows draw up when his observation slowly sinks in, and you likewise couldn't help the suspicion that laces your tone. "i do? how do you know that?"

"you're my spouse." he shrugs easily. the bed shifts as he settles in next to you; the rustling of covers accompanying his movements. "these are things i should know."

you ignore the way your pulse trips over itself. instead, you flipped on your side to face him, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "but we've never even ..."

marius raises an eyebrow, and the smirk that followed after spelled purely of mischief.

"what? slept together?"

at your appalled expression, marius tips his head back and bursts into laughter, his hair a splash of color on the satin sheets. you're certain the warmth surging up your neck could rival even the hottest of stars.

"why would you phrase it in that manner," you grumble, sitting up and smacking him playfully with a pillow.

it was true. you've been married for a couple of months now, but still slept in separate bedrooms. he'd generously offered you a space of your own at his own house, and you'd always managed to get adjoining rooms during business trips.

this time, however, your parents were adamant about finally sending you off on a honeymoon they planned and prepared for — much like your marriage, and everything else that concerned your relationship — when you both initially refused and made excuses to take one shortly after the wedding.

his arm shoots out to grab hold of the pillow, bringing it down to catch a clearer view of your face. he stares at you for a few seconds, his expression softening, but his smile never slips.

"i check on you every night whenever i arrive home from work."

oh.

oh.

"and despite how spacious the bed is, i somehow always find you taking up the left side," marius continues, completely unaware of how your heart just shot itself up your throat.

"it's not really meant for one," you answer breathlessly, awkwardly huffing out a laugh. your hands fiddle with the edge of the pillow, "maybe we should start ... you know."

"sleeping together?" he unhelpfully — and too cheerfully — supplies.

your entire face bursts into flames again, but you refuse to let it show. "yes. you're my husband." you stick your chin up, feigning nonchalance. "it's only natural for married couples to share a bed. it'll also allow us to become more comfortable with one another in the future."

he'd be yours for real, if only you knew, and if only you asked.

carefully, he brushes your cheek with his knuckles, the ring on his finger glinting in the dark. "if it's alright with you."

"it is." you lean into his touch. certain you won't be running away from him anytime soon, he opens his arms out to you.

you duck your head to conceal your smile, laying your cheek against the center of his chest.

"but only sleep. no funny business, mr. von hagen."

marius wonders if you could hear the beating of his heart sounding out your name.

"i would never. sweet dreams, mx. von hagen."

vyn richter *. ⋆ childhood best friends to lovers

a hesitant knock resounds on VYN's bedroom door. he glances at the grandfather clock, takes note of the time, and smiles inwardly.

it seemed like you'd never changed. 

"come in," he calls out.

the door creaks open, and your head peeks in first, your shoulders and the rest of your body obscured behind the polished wood.

"hey."

"good evening. was the bedroom not to your tastes?" he asks, something that sounded very similar to amusement lacing his voice.

embarrassment flickers across your face before your eyes narrow in defense. "no, you know exactly why i'm here. can i please stay?"

"you're very welcome to. come in," he repeats, already fixing the sheets and fluffing the pillows to your desired liking.

you finally step in, closing the door behind you and heading straight for his bed. he stifles a laugh when you flop down — ruining his handiwork — and pat the space next to you.

he complies, although he settles in much more gracefully. "i presume you were experiencing some difficulties falling asleep?"

"it's nothing new." you nod, throwing the duvet covers across both of you. it flutters down similar to a butterfly's ceasing wings, cocooning you together.

"you're aware that i am a licensed psychiatrist, right?"

"how could i ever forget your two doctorate degrees?" you snort, rolling your eyes playfully. "you only mention them like — all the time."

he chuckles, lightly pinching your nose. "do not play smart with me," he tuts fondly, evading your attempts to swat his hand away.

you tackle him into an embrace instead, which he reciprocates. when you've both quieted from your fit of laughter, his hand moves to rub circles on your shoulder blade.

"still, you know that i can help you with this." he urges, more earnestly now.

you shook your head. truth be told, your response is one he's already predicted, but it wouldn't hurt to try and convince you once more. convince you like he's done for several years already.

"you're my best friend. i don't want you to take a look inside my brain. that's just weird and scary," you'd whispered to him on an evening similar to this. only this time, the features he's long memorized on your face were a whole lot younger. 

"why not?" vyn prods. "it wouldn't change anything."

"you can't promise that. not when there might be something truly wrong with me. or even worse, you'll bear witness to pieces of me that might lead you to regret ever becoming my friend." 

'impossible. i adore you too deeply, and cherish our memories together too fondly, to ever consider any part of you unsightly,' he'd wanted to argue back then. 

he only refrained from doing so and bit his tongue because that would mean upsetting the delicate thread in which your relationship hung.

it would mean crossing the line of platonic and leaving the safe barriers of "in-betweens". and vyn was not about to hastily gamble it all away with a poorly thought-out confession.

neither of you needed to say it aloud, but losing one another was yours, and his, greatest fear. 

"nah, s'okay. i fall asleep just fine whenever i'm with you." you yawn, bringing him out of his fleeting flashback while you snuggle deeper into his side — far too close to be "just best friends".

"really now?" he murmurs, masking the satisfaction that fills his heart and threatens to bleed into his tone. he presses you closer to his chest, his other hand wrapping around your waist, intent to hold you like he's done so, so many times before.

you hum, looking up at him one last time with a dazed smile on your face. "yeah. your bed is always much more comfortable than mine. maybe i should find one similar to yours."

or you can stay here, in my arms, forever, vyn thinks. he doesn't mind waking up with dead, aching, limbs for the rest of his life as long as your face was the first thing he woke up to each morning.

"sleep now," he tucks your head underneath his chin. "or else you'll keep me up all night with your rambling." 

"you adore my rambling," you add petulantly.

even though you never said the words to each other, both of you knew.

"i do. now, rest. wake me if you must," vyn says over your head. 

i love you. 

"mhm. good night, vyn."

i love you too.

✦ byeol’s notes: just to be clear, these were submitted waaay before i closed my requests. i worked on this quite late since i wanted to prioritize my event first, so i apologize for the exremely long wait!

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you and ily ♡

[dreamsofminnie]

🔎Sherlock & Watson🔐

[Luke Pearce x Reader] Series

Synopsis-> Luke the one who has always been by your side throughout school years. The one who wouldn’t hesitate to run back home to get you something you forgot and really needed. Luke who smiles so-so fondly at you when your smiles pierce through his bad days. The same Luke who thought running away from you would be beneficial for you.

^Continuing—It however, only served to push you out of your way to find him. Seeing your surroundings in an entire different city, you are in search of Luke by tracing his detective trails. His name plastered on the newspaper one day by accident, served you to find him quite quickly. Now by his side, the works of detectives and secret agents left you both to conquer swiftly.

^Continuing—Joining his line of work after thorough debating and arguing, he reluctantly let you invade his dangerous lifestyle. Of course–only with him by your side at all times.

Genre tags-> Luke x reader, partners in crime, detectives, partners to lovers, mystery, suspense, action, adventure, mutual pining, comfort fluff, angst, hurt, NXX, childhood friends, luke is meant to stay in that trope imsorry, reader is rosa, but not really, sorry rosa ily😓

Warnings-> Fraud, swearing, abuse of power, corruption, sabotage, weapon trafficking, identity theft, psychological horror, mentions of body horror, crimes against humanity, forgery, organized crime, treason, theft, toxic friends, bullying, messed up relations, desperation leads to crime, mentions of sex, libido, depression, guilt, treason against human morals, gangs, death, muder, obsession, self-hate, self body shaming, mentions of rape, mentions of sexual assault, harsh language,

(Criminals brought to justice by Luke♡)

Inspirations-> Themis main story line + Event stories/card stories; Enola Holmes movies, Charming the Duke of the north, tba. . .

Status-> Was discontinued but might start it up again.

>>>[Name]~Ch.1–5 “Her Revival”

~Ch.5–10 “His Escape” [Luke]<<<

Chapter X (10)-> Finding Luke + 15 year long trial

Chapter XI (11)-> Reader agent recruit + mission abroad

Chapter XII (12)-> Underground Renaissance socialite world murder

Chapter XIII (13)-> To be added. . .

Chapter XIV (14)-> Tba. . .

[Taglist] Always open!!

@neigesprincess @crucnhice @backintomykpopphaseagain @kazedaka @little-aruma

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Singing With Luke

(Definitely not edited)

Okay, I hurt a lot of people with my last Luke headcanon, so here's a little bit of a fluffy one to make up for it. On a side note related to this headcanon, are we just not going to talk about how the blossom chapters don't mention any of the other guys? Like Artem is Rosa's partner AND boss which should mean that there should be an interaction between any other male lead and Artem at some point, right? RIGHT?

Moving on. This idea made me think: what would they do as a group that wouldn't break anyone? Hiking? No, that would end like the Lost Gold event. Escape room? Rosa and Luke would carry everyone while the two doctorate holders would argue about whose doctorate(s) is better. Karaoke? Wait-

Basically, I was thinking about how Rosa basically grew up practicing many instruments based on the Marius SR card with the guitar, so she probably at least can stay in tune for singing, right? I shouldn't assume that, but I think it would be really cute to think that Rosa knew how to sing since she would be able to sing lullabies. Alright, enough talk; let's get to the writing.

For the timeline, the character has to be Rosa (rip), but we can imagine that this before first anniversary. Essentially, you aren't dating anyone, and you've been in NXX long enough to have a decently close group of people. Also, this would be in Luke's stories, so the men will back off from you for Luke.

⭐⭐⭐

"Karaoke?" Vyn questions, looking up from his laptop confused. Your offer seems to catch everyone's attention, but this reaction definitely didn't match what you had going through your head. However, you nod carefully, placing a small smile on your lips.

"I guess it would be nice to take a break after our most recent breakthrough," Artem mutters, suddenly starting to weigh the decisions. While you didn't completely solve the case, you guys all managed to figure out a key piece of information to the case. Marius nods, agreeing with Artem's line of logic.

"Miss, where would you like to go?" Marius asks, casually opening his phone as if expecting you to choose an expensive spot to go.

"Karaoke?" you offer after taking a moment to think. The entire room looks over at you in shock, surprised with your choice. Considering the group had the CEO of Pax in the room, it was surprising to hear an offer so cheap. Although no one would ever actually try to take advantage of Marius's money, they still would've chosen something like dinner. Realizing their behavior, they all seemed to look away and take glances at each other.

"I mean it would be fun to do karaoke," Luke whispers from beside you, his voice somehow amplified by the awkward silence of the room. The other guys all mutter their agreement although they were taken aback from your offer.

"Miss, were you planning on singing?" Marius asks, slightly curious to your sudden offer. Vyn and Artem look at Marius curiously, seemingly finding out new information about you.

Before you could respond to him, Luke cuts in, "You should sing; your voice is pretty." When you look over at him, his eyes pierce into yours, making you freeze for a second. With the world around you slightly fading away, you miss the three pairs of eyes looking between the two of you. A forced cough suddenly pulls your gaze away from Luke, making you notice the six curious eyes looking at you in anticipation.

Swallowing your pride, you answer in a small voice, "I guess I'll sing." You watch Marius's eyes gleam with excitement while the other two can only nod, interested in what they're about to see next. While Artem and Vyn seem ready to work some more before leaving, Marius starts packing up a bit, making you all look at him.

"Oh come on. You don't want to hear our Rosa's voice?" Marius asks, making everyone shrug in response. Artem's eyes scan the room, and you can tell that he's trying to reason his choice, but before he could reason why they should work some more, Vyn's voice pipes up.

"Let's humor him this once," Vyn sighs out as he stands to pack his items. You stare at him in shock as everyone else shrugs and follows along. After a moment of hesitation, you turn towards your bag to pack up, only to see Luke already slinging your bag over his shoulder.

"Luke, I can hold my own bag. Give it-" you start, reaching for the bag strap against Luke's shoulder. His quick instincts to grab your wrist catches you off-guard, making you look up at him. His usually warm eyes stare coldly into yours, making you freeze in your spot.

"I'm holding it. End of story." he tells sternly, his tone rendering your reactions to just nods. His eyes immediately soften up into his signature eye smile with your reaction, and his other hand reaches to pat your head, making the strands slightly out-of-place. When he lets go, everyone else in the room can only process the scene as they follow Luke out of the building.

With the awkward walk to the local karaoke building, you all finally make your way to a room. For a moment, everyone could only sit in the room, making small eye contact with one another before Marius stands up to break the silence.

"How about we start guys?" Marius awkwardly laughs, picking up the microphones from the table near the TV. He immediately hands one to you, but before you can refuse, he already grabs the remote for the TV. "What are you going to sing, miss?" Marius asks, looking up from the screen. As you are about to answer, Luke grabs the tablet from him, immediately searching something up. As you look at the screen, you recognize the song that he is searching.

"Luke, I can't-" you start, but the instrumental already plays in the speakers of the room. The others glance between the two of you as you nervously grab the Luke offers you. Marius snickers a little before trying to cover his reaction, earning a small smack from Vyn. Everyone returns the attention to you as you hold the mic to your mouth and start singing. All of the guys except Luke are shocked by the tone of your singing voice, eventually relaxing to the sound of your voice in the speakers.

"Luke, she's a really good singer," Artem whispers into Luke's ear, making Luke smile widely. He turns towards Artem to answer.

"I know," he answers back as he admires your voice and figure. "She used to sing me lullabies when I first moved in with her family, so of course she's good." All the guys glance at each other, watching the smitten Luke stare at his childhood crush. Before Marius could get the chance to start teasing the detective, Vyn cuts him off.

"I'm going to take everyone to get food since we'll need a lot. We'll be back," Vyn whispers to Luke. Before Luke could even get the chance to nod, Vyn is out the door, dragging Artem and Marius with him. Confused, Luke returns to enjoying the sound of your voice.

Once the door shuts behind them, Vyn releases the two men and sighs. The group begins walking towards the entrance to order food, and Marius starts the conversation.

"Why'd you drag us out? I wanted to enjoy the voice of our miss attorney," Marius whines, pouting slightly. Vyn and Artem can only sigh at the childness of their youngest member. Although they both knew he was the CEO of Pax, they decide to just deal with it because of his age.

"You all saw how they were acting towards each other," Vyn explains. "I made the call to let them have alone time with her." Despite knowing that every guy in NXX had some sort of feelings towards you, he knew that they would lose to Luke in an instant in this war of love and feelings; it would be better to see you happy with Luke than try to make you love someone else. They all sigh together, reaching the same conclusion.

Artem's voice rings through the hallway as they get to the entrance, "Then, he better make a move."

⭐⭐⭐

Okay, I'm cutting myself off here. Will he make a move or not? We'll never know. Anyways, this isn't my best work, but I need the warm up lol. I hope you still enjoyed this, and I'll see you in the next one!

[samsspambox]

This would look… bad. If anyone found out what was about to happen, what led up to it, they’d surely look at Neil Hume as the villain of the story. No matter his intentions, no matter what was being done behind the scenes.

He could play it off. They’d believe him, maybe, but he would have to prove that he got rid of Giann. He had no gun, no blood stains on his person.

“There! Stop him!”

Neil runs.

or alternatively: Neil and Giann are found. It has devastating consequences.

surprise! fic be upon ye!

[alstroemeriadissonance]

Share a bed but MC is already dating them and at first it's normal couple stuff and sleeping (ish), BUT perhaps,, it might become NSFW? (We know who the man is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Share a bed with NXX: (NSFW Edition)

See the (somewhat) SFW edition here

I've gotten multiples of this ask, but I'm taking this as it has one extra condition of them already dating

I never forgot this I swear....*looks at the bajillions of drafted asks in my Drafts box*

And yes we all know who the man is. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

This man turned out to be a bit wholesome this time wtf. Self-indulgent smut hooo

Luke

The last time you had to share a room with your ex-best friend--now boyfriend--for a mission, they gave you a queen-sized bed instead of two separate single beds.

Now that the both of you are now an item, and finally amenable to sharing a bed, nothing could go wrong, right?

Right?

Wrong.

For right in front of you, displayed and fluffed up in all its glory right smack into the middle of the room, is one single-sized bed.

Luke groaned. "And here I was, all excited to hit the hay after all the running around we've done." He checked the time on his smartphone. "It's much too late to ask for another room..."

Your lips curl into an exasperated, tired smile, too tired to even complain or throw some comforting words his way. You are very tired, and you just want to dive into bed and maybe take a bath first thing tomorrow morning instead, but...

"There's no way we can fit in there without one of us falling off," you note wryly, your empirical data pulled from your shared childhood memories with Luke.

Either of you would climb into the other's bed, unbidden, to share stories, dreams or plans--plans that would prove themselves not happening in such a spectacular fashion--only to wake up the next morning with one of you sprawled on the carpeted floor (usually you), the victor's leg (usually Luke) poking over the edge of the bed.

Luke, despite his tiredness, had to laugh. "Yeesh. I'm still sorry for all those times, and its been, what? Ages ago?"

"Ugh, don't remind me."

He scratches his head as he surveys the room. "Why don't you go ahead and wash up? I'll try to see what I can do, okay?"

"You sure you don't need me helping?"

"Just you out of my hair for a bit is enough help already," Luke says, trying to send you off with a kiss on the forehead. "Now, shoo."

You stomp off with a hmph. "Fine, I'll run along now if I'm so useless."

Three steps towards the bathroom and you feel the world turn.

Your back slams rather inelegantly onto something soft.

The bed. You find yourself on the bed. Just two seconds ago you were making your way towards the bathroom in a fit of mock misgiving, just to playfully push Luke's buttons, and it gets you a magnificent slam onto the bed.

You don't exactly know what just happened, except for maybe that slight pull on your arm and something hooking one of your legs the split-second before you ended up prone on the sheets--and Luke is now straddling you, his face dangerously close to yours.

"I'm sorry, but I really need things done quick so we can rest up, okay?" he whispers, his voice oddly low. You notice that there is something profoundly different in his eyes now, his usually clear, bright, cheerful vermillions now clouded over with a certain haze. "I'm a bit loopy when tired, Watson."

He dips in for a slow kiss that melts you into putty in his arms. "You know that, don't you?"

===

After that short yet persuasive demonstration of why you should give Luke a wide berth while he figures out what to do with the bed situation, you step into the shower to get it over and done with.

The soonest you can hit the bed for the much needed snooze, the better.

And when you step out of the bathroom, you find that there wasn't really anything different from before you took your shower: The bed is still single sized; there is nothing pulled beside it to extend the bedspace.

All that changed was that instead of the bed being placed in the middle of the room, it is now pushed flush against a wall.

Luke is lying on the bed, his arms folded underneath his head. "You done, Watson?"

"Um. Yeah."

With a grunt Luke sits up and makes a big yawn. "My turn then," he says. "Well, go ahead and lie down....that's as much as I can do for now," he grins sheepishly.

"I'm sorry...all I was able to do is at least push the bed to the wall. So if you sleep on the side next to the wall, there's no chances of you falling off and probably risk a concussion, yeah?"

You sigh. Typical of Luke to forgo comfort for the sake of over-the-top safety. "Yes, yes of course," you murmur, too tired to even argue.

"Off you go to bed then," Luke says as he drops a kiss on your forehead on his way to the bath. "Go ahead and sleep ahead of me, just make sure to lie down against the wall to make room for your Sherlock?"

You don't need to be told twice. As soon as your head hits the pillow, you're off to dreamland.

===

"Mmph. Hahh--"

Soft, panting sounds fill your ears.

You were dreaming a moment ago, something about Luke and tangerines, but your eyes now flutter open, staring into the darkness--you realize that you have been sleeping lying on your side, facing the wall.

And you can feel Luke's familiar weight pressed against your back, which was fine, given the single-sized bed situation...Yet.

His breaths, hot against your bare neck. His soft groans, whispers of your name flit into your ears unbidden.

"Nnh--"

You feel a hand lightly brush your breast. Luke's breath hitches for a bit as he softly cups your swell, as if careful not to wake you up.

Then you feel something hard poking at your ass. You're wearing your nightclothes, but what you're feeling is unmistakable: Luke's erection is pressed against you.

Is he...is he touching himself?

Luke's moans gradually become more urgent, his breathing picking up its pace. You realize he's almost there, and if you want to be in on the action, you need to do it now...

You pretend to turn in your sleep so that you face Luke--your movement startles him--and without giving him time to react you shimmy over to his bared cock, bending over enough to lick its tip wet with precum glistening in the dim moonlight.

He gasps at the sight of you awake. "I'm--"

You prise off his hand that was jerking himself off to make room for your own.

Taking his hard length eagerly, your head bobs up and down as the shaft slowly disappears into your mouth, and eventually his tip hits the back of your throat sending tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Shit, oh damn, that--hahh--feels so good I--I'm sorry--"

You would tell him it's okay, but your mouth is too full of his cock to say anything intelligible.

Your tongue slides against his twitching member inside your mouth--Luke tastes a little bit of salt, and smells like the soap that the both of you have shared from the earlier shower.

"Oh god, I'm--" Luke moans, his hand somehow slipping underneath your nightshirt and thumbing aside the crotch of your panties, now wet with your slick.

The entire affair turns you on so much that you do not notice how much of your spit has pooled at the base of his cock. That you do not notice how lewd the sounds you make are--slurping, moaning sounds--and all you can think about is making him spill inside your throat--

Two fingers plunge into you, as retaliation for the glorious head that you are giving him. Distracted, your mouth lets go of Luke's cock momentarily as you throw your head back and sigh deeply in pleasure--he knows exactly where to curl his fingertips against inside you...

(One of the first things you did together as an intimate couple was to explore each other's sensitive spots. You have shut yourselves in his room, supplied with nothing but convenience store food and drink, a box of condoms; all to sustain an almost day-long exploration of each other's bodies and erogenous spots like a smuttier version of two curious children learning about each other's body parts)

"Don't stop. Please." Luke's free hand finds its way onto the top of your head, pushing your head back down for him to fuck your mouth as he holds your head in place.

You were just about to start chasing your own pleasure, but Luke, overcome with lust and the exquisite sensations you have been giving him, spills his seed into your mouth with a groan so deep and so feral you wonder if it is indeed his voice.

"Hahh--hah--damn it, Rosa, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it--" Luke panted, still not off his high. "Let me--"

Having swallowed his come, you make a show of licking the white streaks that have dripped onto your fingers.

"I'm not yet done, Luke," you moan as you sit up, his fingers still deep in your pussy. "What are you going to do about it?"

"..."

"This." Luke pushes himself upright and lunges at your hips to devour your slit with his mouth, his expert fingers still fucking you.

It's going to be a long night.

===

"I don't feel like I even slept," you groan as you try to shovel a forkful of chocolate-banana crepe into your mouth, eyes bleary with lack of sleep.

"Haha. Uhm. I'm sorry," Luke looks down onto his own plate, laden with sausage and eggs. "Shouldn't have done that."

"If Vyn and Artem gets on our case for not doing our bit I will tell them it's because they partnered us up--"

This gets Luke riled up. "No!" His voice is loud enough to get the attention of the occupants on the nearby tables.

He notices his lapse, so Luke whispers, "I mean, no, I don't want you partnered with others...Vyn especially..."

"Just kidding, Luke." You grin at him as you reach a hand out to briefly hold his over the table. "We'll cross the bridge when we get there.

Marius

"Marius. Von. Hagen."

"Missy~"

You tug at the rope binding your hands to your back. "I believe time is up. I'm getting uncomfortable here."

You move your prone body on the lush king-sized bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but Marius effectively pins your body in place, underneath him. Cheeky brat.

One of his hands hover above the knot that binds your wrists. "Let me tell you a secret," he purrs. "The more you struggle, the more the ropes will bite at your skin. So relaaaaax."

Despite your misgivings you try to stop struggling as Marius as suggested. And true enough, the knot has loosened to a more comfortable fit, but not loose enough to slip free.

You sigh. "Marius, please," you try to appeal to his more reasonable side. "I did accept your proposal, but when I told you I'd be your girlfriend I didn't sign up for bondage play."

"But Missy," Marius whispers directly to your ear, his breath tantalizingly hot on your skin, "bondage is an art. And our relationship should be defined by art."

"Goddamnit," you moan into the bed. "I just wanted to relax, Marius. Tomorrow is supposed to be a busy day for us gathering intel."

(Backtracking a little bit: Marius came to you with a rather interesting book that he claimed he found in Vyn's study: A Linguistic Approach to Erotic Rope Bondage. He told you outright that he wanted to do some of the bondage scenes described in the book, all in lurid detail. Which, of course, you promptly declined, having a good head over your shoulders. Marius had dropped the subject until the both of you were tasked to an overseas trip and, to your chagrin you discover that he brought Vyn's book along with him)

"But there's a fair bit of rope unused, Missy~" Marius shows you the remaining length of red silken rope coiled around his hands. "Come on. Let's just have a bit of fun." He licks your ear, sending electric sensations down your spine and into your nethers.

"Not like this--ah!" You feel Marius slipping your underwear off your legs, your sex now exposed for Marius von Hagen's exclusive pleasure.

"Missy, you really do look like a work of art," Marius murmured as he lets his fingers roam your inner thighs. "Feel good?"

You want to tell him off; to stop messing around and undo the ropes around your hands; but Marius's fingers just feel so damn good when caressing your skin that you don't want him to stop...but you say nothing and refuse to reply.

You do not want him to think that he is winning, that he is gaining the upper hand...

Not waiting for your reply, he then gently nudges you to lie on your stomach. Slowly he spreads your thighs as wide as they can; you could imagine your small hole puckering wide open for him...

Marius sighs, as if beholding a beautiful painting. "Look at that. All wet for me."

A tentative touch on your clit sends you writhing, and a moan escapes your lips. "Marius...!"

"Yeess, Missy?"

A fingertip dips slightly inside, gathering wetness, then massages your clit. Oh shit, you bite back your moans yet you could barely stop your hips from grinding against the hand nudging you towards orgasm.

"You want this, Missy?" Marius purrs as he plunges two fingers inside you, never letting up his flicking on your clitoris.

"Hahh--Marius, I'll get your for this..."

His lopsided grin tells you how much enjoyment he's been having with you so far.

"Well, if Missy doesn't like what I've been doing..." Marius removes his hands, now sitting back on his haunches as he stares at your prone figure. "Then I really should just stop, shouldn't I?"

"!!"

You have no words, but stopping abruptly, cold turkey, just when you were about to... "Fucking hell, Marius von Hagen," a strong curse word escapes your lips; so uncharacteristic of his favorite Missy Lawyer that even Marius had to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Why the fuck did you stop like that?"

Marius puts on his little brother act. "Missy~ you just told me to stop..."

"But not now when I'm so close!"

Marius smiles coyly. "I can give it to you, but you'll have to beg me for it."

"Marius. Von. Hagen." Your voice now gains an edge. It may, or may not mean, that you would hit Marius's face as soon as he frees you from the rope. "If you don't...if you don't finish what you started...."

"Heh. Finish what, Missy?" To the surprise of no one Marius now sounds a bit like his tutor, a chilly, almost condescending leer shadowing his face. "Finish exactly what?"

"Whatever it is that you started," you mutter, still not comfortable enough around him to speak aloud of sex acts so explicitly.

"Whatever it is huh..."

With a twisted grin, Marius then makes a show of stretching the coil of unused rope with his hands. "Let's go."

"Wait, that's not what I...!"

"Relaaaaax," Marius murmured as he starts working on your left leg. "Like I said, if you relax, this wouldn't hurt." He then makes a tie around your left ankle, then gently bends your left leg to bring your ankle with the tie as close to the lower thigh as he could without making it uncomfortable for you.

With deft fingers Marius then spirals the cord along your bent leg to secure it in place.

He repeats the process with your right leg.

"Mhm. You really look so very erotic this way, Missy," Marius breathes as he licks his lips. "Can't wait to fuck you silly."

"Marius," you groan as you subconsciously try to strain against your restraints. "Please."

"Please what?" Marius passively looks at you, all tied up in such a way that your sex is open and exposed only for him, and him alone. "You better tell me Missy, or I'm not going to give it to you..."

"Just..just fuck me, okay?!" you moan out loud.

Marius's form looms over you, his amethysts glittering as he starts to devour you whole.

And the last thought that comes to your mind, before Marius starts fucking you silly that you can't even think straight, is that once you get back you are going to make sure to give Dr. Richter a huge piece of your mind.

Artem

"I can't believe Celestine set us up. With this. Again." Artem massaged his temples. "I'm sorry. I--"

Like the last time you were sent on an intel gathering mission out of town, Artem had made arrangements to book two separate rooms--despite the both of you being a couple already--but you, thinking the idea quite silly, have modified the reservations behind his back into a single room with one queen sized bed.

Because.

"Celestine set us up with what, Artem?" you ask innocently, as if you have no idea about what he is talking about.

"With a single bed. That we have to share. Again." He says it as if it was the most repugnant thing that he has seen recently, and you now actually take offense at it.

You purse your lips. "Is it that much of a bad idea, Artem, love?" You make sure to emphasize the last word, as if to remind of your newly-minted status as a couple.

Artem clears his throat. "Ahem. Well. Ah. I don't...I don't think it is professional to--"

"Artem, dear," you remind him. "Since we already are a couple, we're already way past the threshold of worrying about professionalism. You proposed to me. I accepted. We are now a couple."

"Yes, that we are..." Artem's voice trails off.

You now face him squarely, hands on your hips. "Are we really going to dance around the fact that we will eventually be intimate with each other, Artem?" You then put on a hurt face to make whatever you say next more convincing: "Or is the only time you would hold me is when you're drunk, like that last time?"

Artem pales at your words. "N-no, it's not like that, I--"

"Am I...am I desirable to you only when you are drunk?"

"No, dear, I--" Artem finds himself at a loss for words. "Please don't take offense...okay, I won't make changes to our accommodations..."

You inwardly smile at the successful deployment of your trap.

===

"Good night, Artem."

"Good night, love."

In the darkness you could feel him fidget nervously, clearly not knowing what to do. It's quite unfortunate, really, that all that dashing and suave confidence that propelled him to the top of his profession just flies out the door when intimacy with you is concerned.

Except when he is drunk, that is. You inwardly sigh. Would be nice if he could...look at me with the same intensity that he exudes whenever he is at court...

Then again, maybe all he needs is a little push?

Yes. That indeed may be it.

"Artem," you whisper. "Are you still awake?"

It takes him a few seconds to answer, as if trying to decide whether or not to let you know that he is, indeed, awake.

"Yes."

Upon that confirmation you roll closer to him, deliberately tangling your limbs with his. You feel his breath hitch as you place your head on his shoulder. "Artem," you whisper. "I want you."

From your vantage point, you are so close to his throat that you could see it when he nervously swallows.

"Don't you want me?" You coo softly, your fingers flitting to the buttons of his shirt. "I want you, you know. Ever since..." You lean over for a kiss. "Ever since I've seen you alone in your office, and your top buttons undone, tie loose...god you were so sexy back then."

"...Really?" Artem sounds unsure, as if not believing that he is, in fact, sexy. Poor man. Out of his element when not at work.

"Well, if you're not going to believe me when I just say it, let me do a little demonstration how much I want you..." You playfully lick his ear, relishing the fact that it sends goose bumps across his skin.

Your fingers quickly undo his buttons, parting his shirt as soon as you are done with them.

Artem gasps at your touch on the bare skin of his torso. Looking at his face, you fancy you could see a fierce blush bloom from his neck ending at the tips of his ears...if only there was enough light to let you see colors.

Smiling, you trail kisses from his throat, down to his chest...and in a fit of impulse you capture a nipple between your lips, lightly sucking on it. You relish the fact that this sends him shivering, confirming that this is one of his erogenous spots. You file this newfound knowledge into the back of your mind.

"Do you like it when I do this, Artem?" you whisper as you lick the fingertips of your index and middle fingers, using the wettened digits to tease his other nipple that is left unattended.

Artem hissed. From your peripheral vision, aided by moonlight pouring through the window, you see his hand gripping the sheets.

So far, so good.

You then let your fingers flit to the tent forming at the crotch area of his pants, slowly caressing it. "Can I tell you something, Artem?"

"W-what." He sounds like he is repressing his moans, judging by how strangled that single word came out.

"First off, it's okay to moan, okay?" you pout in the darkness. "I'd really like it when you let me know you're liking whatever I've been doing to you. You know?"

"O-okay. I'll...try."

"And..." you let your hand slip underneath the garter of his pajamas, reaching for his erect length straining against the fabric of his underwear. "I'm really glad that I'm the one taking your first time, Artem."

Artem gasped, a bit loudly this time. And, to your surprise, he finally initiates a kiss--he gently touches your face and with the same hand guides your face to his. Tongues entwine and slide against each other within your locked lips.

He moans into your mouth, and in the moonlight you could see that his pupils are beautifully blown wide with need.

The sight has you turned on immensely that you decide to delay no further.

"Artem," you breathe directly into his ear. "Could you take off your pajamas and underwear for me?"

Again, the nervous swallowing. "Y-yes."

He kicks them off his ankles as instructed; Artem was about to reach for you when you gently push him back again onto the pillows. "Just lie back there, and watch, okay?"

"What are you going to do?"

"You'll see," you smile coyly as you slowly strip off your short nightdress, revealing your bare breasts. Holding his gaze with your own you slide your panties down your thighs.

"Before that, though...Have you touched a naked woman before, Artem?"

He shook his head. Of course not.

You then take one of his hands and place it on one of your breasts. "Want to touch me? Anywhere is fine...just be gentle..."

In no time you feel his large hands roam your body; he feels the heft, the swell of your breasts; running his palms across your taut nipples, sending sparks of electric sensations throughout your body.

He seems shy about touching your pussy, though, so you capture one of his hands by the wrists and guide his fingers to your slit.

You hear him do a sharp intake of breath.

"Artem, you got to work me up a little first so I get wet, okay?" You start grinding against his hand. "Do you want me to show you how it's done?"

But before you could start guiding him, Artem slips in two fingers inside you, letting his thumb flicking at your clit. As if he was experienced.

"Oh--damn...Artem, I thought you haven't touched a woman before," you moan. "How come you know how to--?"

He clears his throat. "Porn.

"I watch porn."

===

Then somehow, an hour later you still find yourself being railed hard and fast by Artem--it took him a bit of guidance, but as soon as he got used to the movements Artem's fucking turns out to be as precise and efficient as he worked: hard, steady, and relentless.

"Oh--oh god, Artem, yes, you're actually--"

You remember that this is the man who spends hours watching movies in his spare time. Of course he would also turn to videos for...education. How silly of you to assume that he wouldn't watch porn in the privacy of his own home.

He pulls you closer by your thighs, sliding your body impossibly close to his.

"There is a position that I want to try out, if I can. Is it alright?" He murmurs as he aims his still erect cock at your now thoroughly fucked entrance.

"What position?"

Artem clears his throat. "Mating press," he says, voice quite bashful.

"Oh, goddamn," you groan, a loopy, fucked-out grin on your face.

Vyn

The both of you settle in the room that Vyn had booked for your latest weekend getaway.

Of course, the room has one queen-sized bed, deliberately specified in the reservation as the both of you are now lovers.

You smile at the memory of you and Vyn--still Dr. Richter to you back then--being forced to share a single bed. He was so worried about you, that he basically offered a short session to set boundaries...

The fond memory has you giggling.

"Stellin for your thoughts, pet?" Vyn murmurs as he nuzzles your neck.

He had just finished putting away your luggage; both of you are now sharing a moment of companionable silence sitting on the bed, relaxing after a 6-hour long trip.

"I was just thinking about that time when we were forced to share a bed," you said. "I remember you offering a session to set boundaries."

"And yet you refused."

"Yeah. Well, I trusted you," you tell him as you plant a chaste kiss on his cheek.

You see a flash of mischief cross his face. "Can I tell you a little secret?" Vyn's amber-gold eyes glimmered. "About that night."

"Hmm?" This piques your interest. Anything that Vyn tells you usually do. "What is it?"

"You refused to set boundaries, so I pushed what I could," Vyn admitted.

He plants his palms onto your thighs, leaning forward towards you. "Do you want me to give you a demonstration of what it is exactly that I did?" He whispers as he captures your lips with his. "On that night?"

You sigh at Vyn's rather forward approach. "Don't tell me that you actually had your merry way with me? Not that I'd be upset." You laugh softly. "So, what did you do, exactly?"

"Lie down first, as if you are sleeping," Vyn instructs you, his voice now low and sultry.

You comply, and even close your eyes for good measure.

"Good girl," he croons in that honeyed voice of his that never fails to make your nethers wet. "You see, I waited until you were in REM sleep." He lies down on his side his body flush against yours.

"And when you were in REM sleep, I...did a magic trick. I made a wish."

"I told your sleeping self that you were beautiful. That I wished you would look at me the way I look at you." Vyn then plants a soft kiss on your lips. "I told you that I love you.

"It was a hit or miss whether or not my words and touches would enter your dream," he said as he reaches out to hold your hand. "But you are here with me now, so I suppose it worked."

His confession blows you away. You never imagined Vyn would have pulled something that romantic in such an early stage of your friendly relationship back then.

You feel giddy, like a schoolgirl, a blush forming on your cheeks.

Vyn does not miss this. "You like the idea?" he said in jest. "I cannot help it. I was very much head over heels in love with you..." He dips in for a languorous kiss, his tongue slipping past your trembling, excited lips. "You would be the death of me someday. Not that I mind."'

===

After spending an hour or so resting in bed, Vyn suddenly remembers something and rummages through his luggage to retrieve it.

"I have found something interesting in the bookshop the other day while preparing for our trip," he says, and he hands you a rectangular booklet, much like a checkbook.

You take a look at it. "Favor Coupons," you read the print of the cover out loud. The design of the booklet are embellished with flowers and other motifs that one would usually find on items marketed towards younger girls.

"Apparently, these are coupons that...friends use amongst each other. A gift certificate, if you will, for favors of the recipients own choosing."

Sure enough, upon opening the booklet you find a pad of thick paper printed with blanks to put in the name of the recipient, and the nature of the favor being asked.

"Why are you showing me this, Vyn?"

He gingerly takes the booklet from your fingers and rips out three pages. He then hands you the three coupons.

"I am hereby giving you three favors that you can ask from me tonight," he smiles quite mischievously, a rare smile that you realize he only shares with you.

"Only three huh..."

"Because, pet, I am a finite resource. There is only so much of me that can go around at any given time."

You giggle at this remark, imagining Vyn as a resource that has to be shared and rationed out.

"You are my most precious, treasured friend. My lover." He smiles at you, as if truly meaning every word. "I am doing this, only for you."

"Thank you, Vyn. I really do appreciate it."

"Well, think about the three favors you'd like me to grant you tonight." His smile is nothing short of beatific, but you know, based on your knowledge of what makes Vyn tick so far, that beneath that angelic smile is a certain devilish side to him.

===

"So, are these now filled out?"

"Yup!" You hand him the coupons, now filled out.

Vyn adjusts his glasses as he peers at your handwriting on the coupons. "So first one is...me winking?

He looks up at you to confirm. "You'd like to see me wink?"

"Yes. I remember you winking at me when you invited me to your place to share each other's secrets. I always thought it was the cheekiest thing you've done for the entire time we've known each other, Vyn. Imagine the effect of your winking on me when we were still not yet together."

"Hmm. I am afraid I do not remember the exact moment, it probably was an offhanded gesture. But." Vyn's grin is practically ear-to-ear, as if the favor asked has tickled his fancy immensely. "With glasses or without?"

"Can I have both flavors?"

"Haha. Of course, my lady." He then looks at you in the eye, still with his glasses on and, along with a coy curving of his lips he performs a wink so sultry it sends you inwardly melting into a puddle. Goddamn it! Critical hit!

"Oh my god," you say as you cover your face with your hands, trying to hide your blush in vain. "That was glorious. If that is the last thing I'd see before I'd die, I'd die happy."

Vyn softly laughs at this.

"The one without glasses then," Vyn takes off his glasses for you and, with his lips curved in a slightly twisted smile--as if he is suppressing a laugh--and winks at you. This time the wink looks rather rakish, one that you would expect from someone typecast as a playboy.

You bite your lips to suppress a squeal. For someone who is already Vyn's lover, you sure are acting like a groupie.

"And that is it for your first favor. The second is..." Vyn's brow furrow at seeing the favor written on the second coupon. "A picture of me winking?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm. You could have added that to your first favor you know, I wouldn't have minded."

"That's fine, Vyn. Actually I wasn't able to think of what third favor I would ask of you, so I wrote that in instead."

"Okay then...with glasses or without?"

"Without this time, since it's a sight that isn't usually seen."

Chuckling to himself, probably amused at the favors you have been asking of him so far, he once again removes his glasses.

You take out your phone, camera app at the ready.

He then licks his lips, and winks at the lens of your phone camera.

The camera shutter sound sets off, and you quickly review the picture that you have taken.

You gasp. It was the same rakish wink as before, with just a tiny bit of his tongue poking out of the corner of his smiling lips.

It is incredibly sexy. You hug your phone close to your heart and say "Lord, thank you for this food."

Vyn now lets himself laugh out loud. "I am here. What more can you ask for?"

"Well..." you blush. "There's the the third wish..."

"Hmm," Vyn hums as he reads the handwritten wish. Then his delectable lips make an "o".

"...interesting," is the only thing that he says.

===

"Wrong. Again."

A sound of a palm striking naked flesh.

"I will keep on asking this until you have answered correctly. What does high levels of bilirubin signify? Such an elementary question should be easy for you. I am rather disappointed that you cannot answer this outright."

Vyn is sitting on the bed, dressed in more formal clothing with his waistcoat and tie.

Draped over his thighs, is you. You are almost fully naked; with only a bra and nothing else on your person.

Your ass is red, marked by Vyn's hands as he spanks you for every wrong answer you give in his mini general science quiz. And for every time he just feels like it.

This is your third wish, a little roleplay with him as a strict teacher and you as his academically-challenged student.

"Is it...something about the liver?" you hazard a guess, based on the routine bloodwork you had done as part of your annual medical exams."

Slap.

"Ah!"

"That is too general," Vyn says in a terse voice. "We are not getting anywhere here, pet. Do you even read the required material I have been giving you every week? To think that I put much thought on your study material, only to be neglected."

Slap.

"Nnn--ah! I'm sorry," you moan out loud. "I promise I'd study--"

Slap! Vyn's hand comes down harder this time. "How many times have I heard you say that? Your promises serve to do nothing but upset me."

Slap!

The play arouses you so much your sex is practically drooling over the fabric of his pants.

Which, unfortunately, Vyn also notices.

"Ah. My trousers are now soiled." He notes with clear distaste in his voice. "What are you going to do about this?"

You gulp. What is indeed a good answer to that?

You feel Vyn shift, bending over towards you and in a stage whisper, says "Love, I am...turned on too much at this point," his voice, unlike the strict teacher voice that he has put on in his performance for you, comes out strangled with need.

"Can I do you now?"

You turn to look at his amber-gold eyes clouded with lust; a very rare pink flush coloring his cheeks.

"Yes. Fuck me, please."

===

And, of course, fucking with Vyn Richter means that you have to be restrained in some fashion or another. There is no time to get creative, however, as the little roleplay you requested of him turns him on so much all he could do is to slip off his necktie and tie your hands over your head.

"Ah--god, Vyn--ah!" you moan as he thrusts hard into you, your legs propped onto his shoulders to give his cock better access into the deepest parts of you.

You could not even speak intelligibly; your insides are being stirred so much that everything is muddled, coalescing into a glorious mixture of pleasure, a slight bit of pain as his fingers dig into your thighs, and the lewd sounds of your lovemaking.

Eventually he bites into your shin, his come flooding your insides white. "Hahh--oh damn."

He has barely recovered from his orgasm when the both of you notice that you are somehow...wet. Wetter than usual. Like water had been splashed on you, apart from your lover's come.

You blink, having regained senses from your own orgasm yourself.

"What happened?" you murmur as your hand wipes the mysterious wetness pooling on your stomach.

Vyn gently lowers your legs onto the bed.

"Love," he asks. "Did you...squirt?"

[iceysghost]

Can I request Luke Pearce and Black please? Just some comfort for being overwhelmed or negative thoughts if that’s ok! I don’t know if this is how it works so I’m sorry if not!

Just Luke and Black mainly! Thanks heaps ☺️

BLACK 》 fearful, secretive, painful

◇ He finds you in your worst state, and nestles your broken body in his arms and wipes your tears.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Luke Pearce x Female! Reader

Word Count: 1,445 words

Trigger/Content Warning: panic attack, mental breakdown, crying, kissing

It was a long day at work, and thankfully, LUKE invited you to his house to blow off some steam (literally). He decided to try Vyn's idea of calm; a pot of tea, with one, lone teabag from the grocery store.

"I was planning to just use the regular mugs, but after looking around the antiques I found this tea set. I think I might understand why Vyn likes tea so much, considering how pretty his teacups are." he grinned.

You didn't have the energy to say anything, so you decided to smile and nod. You tried to help him a bit by arranging the empty teacups on the table. Turning to your left, one of them seemed to be by the sink.

You walked slowly and picked it up, inspecting the teacup. He was right, the teacups were very pretty, with tiny paintings of birds nestling in nests and on trees. Maybe he liked them because—

"[Name], I spilled some water by the sink, I haven't cleaned—"

CRASH!

You slipped on the puddle! The porcelain cup went flying across the tiles, falling apart into a million pieces. You crashed onto the floor, your back and butt aching severely.

"Luke, Luke…" you muttered.

He ran quickly from the other side of the room to you.

"Are you hurt?"

"... I don't feel good." 

Your eyes well up. You didn't remember it hitting you this badly: the sadness, the numbing feeling turning into a sharp pain piercing you through your heart and making your chest ache.

He helps you stand up, leads you to the couch and sits you down. 

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Is there something I need to know?"

"I'm sorry I had to screw up again, I'm sorry, I just feel so helpless, I don't even know what to do with myself."

Your breaths were ragged, quick, suffocating and painful. You shut your eyes tightly, 

"[Name], [Name]—" his hands wandered around your body, squeezing you, rubbing you, grounding you. "Breathe. [Name], inhale, yes, breathe in—"

You struggled to catch a breath, choking on air and saliva. Breathe.

"—breathe out. That's good, [Name]. Inhale—" Inhale, inhale, just inhale.

"—exhale, yes, you're doing great. Can you do that on your own? Can you inhale, [Name]? Breathe in?"

He kept saying your name, over and over again. What was your name, even? Who were you? Who were you to him?

"You're choking. Breathe. Like how you did earlier. Just breathe." 

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Yes, that's it. That's it. Keep breathing. You're doing amazing."

The tips of his thumbs rubbed against your cheeks, wiping away your tears. His arms grasped around you, embracing you in a tight hug.

You buried your face in his neck. It fit almost perfectly. Tears still ran down your face, but they dripped onto him, and your steadied breaths echoed against his ear. Your breathing was music to him, because it was how he knew that you were okay and that you were getting better. Neither of you needed to even speak.

"Luke…" you mumbled, in the middle of your silent embrace.

He slowly pulled away from you. His hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb back and forth, an expression of worry still sketched on your face.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Mhm."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked earnestly.

"It's nothing, really, I've just been—" you sniffled. "—making, making so many mistakes at work, and I feel like I never do anything right anymore," your eyes starting to water again, your voice husky and about to break.

"[Name], wait, no…you don't want me to call me by your name, don't you?"

You were surprised he was able to tell.

"I guess…"

"Well then." he cleared his throat.

"Sweetheart," he said reluctantly, "do you remember when we had that really big science exam? back in school?"

You stayed silent, trying to remember, but he interrupted.

"Well, you probably don't remember, but I remember it like it was yesterday. And I remember how much it hurt to see you cry over it, and over the questions you kept getting wrong in our chemistry tests." he paused.

"It was painful to see you cry over something I know you could do, and to see your eyes go sad whenever the teacher would correct you. I remember hugging you like this in your bedroom on your rug, and telling you that I believed in you, that you would get through this. I remember you acing the exam too."

The memories, albeit a bit blurry, started to appear in your mind. 

"It's the same as before, sweetheart." he held your hand, seemingly easier for him to call you sweetheart.

"Although you probably don't remember a lot, I hope you remember that you got through that, you made it, you are here now with me, and you will get through anything and everything that comes your way. And it's still the same now, it's always been the same. I still believe in you, more than ever, and I will forever believe in you and be here for you as long as I live."

It was as if he took your heart in his hands and asked it what it wanted to hear. His words were perfect, so perfect, that you were overflowing with pure joy, and tears streamed down your face faster than ever before.

He entwined his arms around you again. Thank you, thank you, thank you, you wanted to scream, but all you could do was whisper broken strings of sentences with a trembling voice.

"I'm so glad—" you sniffled and inhaled sharply. "—I have you."

He pulled his head away from you and leaned into your face. Luke pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, that lingered while he tangled and combed his fingers through your hair.

He withdrew his body from yours.

"Do you want me to make you something?"

You rubbed your eyes slowly.

"Sure. Oh, and—"

He stopped in his tracks, ready to clean up the cracked shards of the porcelain.

"...Thank you."

He softly smiled at you, and walked back in front of you.

Kneeling down, he held your hand with one arm and held your face with the other. He pulled you towards him, and kissed you deeply.

"What do you say we watch your favorite sappy movie? I have some mattresses we can spread out in front of here, and we can make a pillow fort, like when we were kids. Or, we can write mean letters to that teacher who always failed you in highschool and send them to the school. How 'bout that?"

"Your idea of fun has changed a lot since back then, I must say."

"It'll be anonymous, don't worry. If he still works there I might just be able to get him fired."

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