happy birthday, cozette ♥️
one fast sketch for the cutest op girl
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happy birthday, cozette ♥️
one fast sketch for the cutest op girl
Shipping rare/crack ships
1. It eases me cuz only few ships them and fandom is not toxic as the other famous ones.
2. Even though there are very few fanworks of them, I'm happy that I know that they're being appreciated.
3. You may think of our ships unusual, but rare ships are special because there's something between them that is unique from the famous ships/main ships in that fandom.
“No, I want them to hear us.” for Niji x Cosette?
“No, I want them to hear us.” ft. NijiCose
for anon~
!!!NSFW!!!
OHOHO I REALLY ENJOY WRITING VINSMOKE STRAIGHT SMUT
She stood at the buffet, waiting for the guests to come over and for her to serve them, and watching different nobles and royalties from afar dancing and chatting into their donned majestic gowns and tailcoats.
Cosette envies them from time to time; women wearing in their long, silk gowns with satin sashes wrapping around their waists, or the ornaments shining as they perched on to their locks.
“Cosette,” a man snapped his fingers in front of her with a spark as she came back into her senses. “You seem to be somewhere,” Niji dons in his usual formal clothes when attending to parties, but this time, his hair was tied into a loosened ponytail on his side but some of his bangs were covering his right eye.
“Oh, my apologies, my… my lord.” she stammers avoiding his gaze from embarrassment. “Is there anything you’d like to eat?” she exhaled to regain her normal breathing.
“No, I’m full,” Niji replied. His eyes roam around the ballroom as men of different ages were eyeing on her as they drink on their champagnes or leaning on a column; some were even distracted from their women and looking over their shoulders while talking.
That got into his fucking nerves, and it’s fucking annoying.
“Come with me,” he said leaning forward to her.
“But my lord-” she protested, “I’ve got my hands full.”
“Bullshit,” he furrowed his brow at her, “Hey you,” he called to the other chef, “You’re here to manage. Cosette will come with me,” he dragged the maiden from her arm pushing away the crowd on their way.
“Where are we going?” her voice shook but she received no reply. She was still being dragged along the corridors in the castle, there are still guests standing and chattering on their path as she keeps her head low to hide her face.
“My lord, where are we going?” Niji opened the door and lets her in. Cosette stood froze when she realized she was in the castle’s library; there were no lights to illuminate the room except the moonlight that beams into the huge glass windows.
“Why did you bring me he-” she was cut off when she was muffled by his kiss, his hands snaked on her ass giving her a light squeeze before lifting her as she gasps between their kiss and wraps her legs around his waist.
His kiss deepened and forcefully slid his tongue into her as he placed her on a long Mahogany table nearby, “My lord?” she panted.
“You ask so many questions,” he aggressively unbuttons her uniform revealing her brassiere and have a hard squeeze on her breast. “Those gentlemen fucking annoys me,” he grunted and removed the brassiere and tore them in half in front as the garment fall effortlessly from her shoulders.
God, he owes her a bra now.