So anyway, it’s Marissonshipping Weekend...
I wrote some Marissonshipping stuff ages ago and never put them up, soooo I thought I should finally put them up for the weekend!! One of them was intended to be a longer one-shot, but I never finished it, so it’s kinda just. A collection of scenes that is still super cute.
@mysticdelphox97, I blame you for this being up here (thank you).
Anyway please enjoy my first contribution to this year’s Marissonshipping Weekend: Blindsided! (More after the Read More.)
Here is a one-shot I wrote about Marissonshipping previously: Touch.
Y'know, for someone who had seen so many things on his expansive travels, Alan sure could be blind sometimes.
Manon sighed and gave up on tugging a brush through her maroon hair. It simply wouldn’t cooperate until they found another place to wash. The humidity had made it frizz something terrible, forcing her to abandon her plan of capturing Alan’s heart with a winsome new hairstyle (Boys liked long hair, right?).
She supposed her previous attempts hadn’t gone all that well, either. Whenever she tried fluttering her eyelashes at him, he always looked at her blankly. “Manon, do you have something in your eye?” he’d asked once. Immediately she felt her cheeks color. “No, I don’t! Do you have something in yours?!” she’d shot back at him, turning with a little “hmph!” and marching off. Honestly, how could he not see how hard she was trying?!
She frowned at her reflection in the mirror, remembering the time she’d tried wearing a dress…
She’d developed some (very modest) curves and grown a little taller, but since Alan was with her all the time, she figured he must not have noticed her turning into a woman before his eyes. This’ll show him, she’d thought, and then promptly burned her ear while straightening her hair. She then loudly used some language that also reflected how much she’d grown.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, she had been quite fetching (she thought) in a pastel yellow dress, which runched around her waist and then flowed down to her mid-thighs, showing off her (admittedly still skinny and small) legs. On her feet, she wore small white heels—nothing too big, because she was prone enough to falling over as it was—but just enough to make her butt look a little more…perky.
“What do you think?” she’d prompted shyly, doing a little twirl and then glancing up at Alan through her eyelashes, her hands clasped behind her back. The question was all but rhetorical. She looked smokin’ hot (Probably. Possibly?).
He gave her a quick look up and down. “Won’t you be cold in that?” he said, without a trace of irony.
She felt even hotter then, partially because of her blushing face and partially because her ear still hurt.
She’d locked herself in the bathroom for 15 minutes after that, sitting on top of the toilet lid hugging her knees while Chespie patted her head from where he stood on the counter.
Dammit, what was the point of being a grown-ass woman now if he’d never look at her grown ass?!
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