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[untoucheddoll]

soft healing ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

- 𝕼ifrey x Fem! Reader

𝕾ummary: Coco had watched you cast a rather lovely—specific spell. She, of course, asked you if you could be so kind as to teach her! Who are you to say no to that face? Unfortunately, however, Coco still needs practice on her drawing skills. The spell had been cast towards you, striking you in the arm & launching you back against the ground. Coco was completely horrified—seeing the cut on your arm with blood, watching your hurt expression made her panic. Qifrey, however, had been watching from afar, but you didn't notice. But never mind that, he was going to help heal your wound from the little accident.

ִ ♡ ⨟ mentions of blood, not proofread & I don't like this one.

“Hmm… If I do this, then…” You found yourself hunched over the polished wooden table in the warm, inviting glow of the Atelier's living room. The air was thick with the rich scent of herbs mingled with parchment, creating a comforting atmosphere that enveloped you as you pondered which intricate mechanism would harmonize best with a particular spell.

Suddenly, the bright, enthusiastic voice of Coco sliced through the cocoon of your concentration. You lifted your gaze, and her radiant, eager smile seemed to illuminate the room, prompting an involuntary grin to spread across your face like sunlight breaking through clouds. “Yes, Coco?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, curiosity lighting up your features.

“I saw you cast that marvelous spell where all the sparkles shot up slowly!” she exclaimed, her fingers dancing with barely contained excitement, as if she were a kettle about to boil over. The sight of her exuberance ignited a warm glow in your heart, and in a rush of playful energy, you grabbed your pen and ink, snatched your witch hat from the table, and rose from your seat. “And who am I to deny you a lesson?” you teased softly, coaxing a melodic giggle from Coco, her laughter ringing like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

As you stepped outside the Atelier, she eagerly trailed behind you, her vibrant curiosity radiating from her like a beacon. Coco tilted her head, her wide eyes reminiscent of a curious puppy. “Why are we outside?” she inquired, a slight furrow forming on her brow, her excitement momentarily replaced by confusion.

“Between you and me, this spell can get a little… tricky,” you replied, a sheepish smile creeping onto your lips as you noticed a flicker of concern wash over her delicate features. 

“Tricky?” she echoed, her eyes widening in a delightful mix of intrigue and apprehension, the anticipation hanging heavily in the air between you.

“When I first attempted this, let’s just say it shot right up into the air and almost made my old master bald,” you explained, chuckling at the memory as you shook your head. “Just a little safety thought for you. Qifrey does this with everyone, including me… You know how he can be.” This elicited another delightful giggle from Coco as she found a sturdy tree stump, her tiny frame barely disturbing the moss that clung to it, to place her spell page upon.

With meticulous care, you guided her through the intricacies of the spell, demonstrating each necessary step with graceful flicks of your wrist, fingers moving like dancers across a stage. You stood before her, ensuring that her drawn lines were accurate, a mixture of pride and responsibility bubbling within you. Just then, you sensed an unseen gaze lingering on both of you, but you brushed it aside, focusing solely on the eager sparkle in Coco’s eyes.

“Alright, Coco! Close it!” 

With a flurry of movement, she quickly sealed the circle of symbols, her determination palpable. A brief moment of tense silence enveloped you, the world around seeming to hold its breath, before a sharp spark erupted forth unexpectedly. One of the tiny bursts struck you directly on the arm, and a startled gasp escaped your lips as you stumbled backward. Instinctively, you reached for your arm, only to feel the oppressive fabric tear, a trickle of warm blood beginning to seep from the wound, staining your skin and the once pristine spell page beneath.

“(Name)!” Coco's horrified voice rang out like a bell, and her face transformed into a mask of panic. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” She rushed to your side in a flurry of movement, her hands trembling as she tried to help. You managed to look up, forcing a smile through the pain despite the sharp throb in your arm. “It was just an honest mistake—! Ouch…” you winced, a frown creasing your brows as you scrutinized the damage.

“What’s going on?” Qifrey’s voice sliced through the din of commotion as he emerged from the dense tree line, his eyes widening with urgent concern. He hurried towards you, his footsteps quick and purposeful, the leaves crunching underfoot.

“I—I don’t know—it just—” you stammered, your words faltering as you struggled to process the chaos swirling around you.

“Coco, you’ve done enough,” he said in a calm, firm tone, gently enveloping your arm with his capable hands. His thumb brushed over the torn fabric of your sleeve, sending a wave of warmth coursing through you, an anchor amidst the flurry of anxiety.

“It was an accident,” you insisted, a small whimper escaping your lips as the sharp sting of your injury began to register. “Qifrey, I’m fine—” you protested weakly, but his unwavering gaze remained fixed on you, radiating a sense of calm.

“Coco, can you get the door, please?” he asked softly, casting a glance toward Coco, whose anxious expression hinted at the brink of tears. Nodding quickly, she darted ahead, her small frame disappearing into the cozy confines of the Atelier.

With a gentle tug, Qifrey guided you back towards the sanctuary of the Atelier, his grip both firm and careful, like a reassuring shield. You frowned, yearning to clarify that it was merely a simple mishap, but he interrupted your thoughts.

“Let’s fix your wound,” he stated decisively, leading you inside with a steady assurance.

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Once enveloped in the warm embrace of the Atelier, the comforting crackle of the fireplace filled the room, casting flickering shadows along the walls. Qifrey focused intently on your arm, quietly wrapping it with a thick bandage, the fabric soft against your skin as he concentrated solely on mending your injury.

“Qifrey?” you ventured softly, locking your gaze onto him, hoping to dissipate the tension that hung heavily between you.

He hummed in response, his brow slightly furrowing as he concentrated on the task at hand, his hands deftly maneuvering around your injury.

“How do you always have perfect timing?” you asked, genuine curiosity lacing your tone as you tilted your head to catch the subtle shifts in his expression.

A gentle smile broke across Qifrey’s face as he glanced up to meet your eyes, momentarily setting the bandages aside. “My luck,” he replied, warmth radiating from his gaze. His fingers, unbidden, twirled a delicate strand of your hair, a soft, intimate gesture that sent a flutter through your stomach. He tilted his head slightly, his demeanor shifting as he asked, “Are you feeling anything?” His eyes flickered over you, assessing with deep concern.

You shook your head, straightening up a little more, determination infused in your posture. “I’m fine!” you assured him, a sincere smile blooming on your face. “Just… a little ticklish,” you added playfully, furrowing your brows and giving a light shrug, trying to lighten the mood.

“I am so, so sorry!” Coco’s panicked voice rang out from the doorway, her cheeks flushed crimson and her eyes wide with distress.

“Coco! It’s alright!” you reassured her quickly, your tone warm, trying to ease her worry.

“But I hurt you!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with sorrow, the weight of guilt evident in her wide eyes.

“It happens!” you replied with a light-hearted tone, wishing to uplift her spirit.

Qifrey observed the exchange, his gaze lingering momentarily as he evaluated the situation, concern still palpable in the air like a thick fog.

“You just need to be more careful next time, Coco,” he gently admonished, letting out a soft sigh that hinted at the depth of his worry. “Maybe I should supervise these lessons next time.”

“My lessons are completely safe!” you interjected playfully, hoping to dispel the anxiety clouding the room.

“Uh-huh,” Coco replied, her frame still trembling slightly, the lingering anxiety evident in her wide eyes.

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That evening unfolded into a tumultuous battle of wills, with Coco protesting fiercely as she sought reassurance time and again. Despite your best efforts, she continued to voice her concerns, glancing anxiously between the walls of the warmly lit room. You and Qifrey even enlisted the other girls, attempting to coax Coco into the realm of sleep. It wasn't until Agott finally rose from her place, leaning towards Coco and sharing a story of her own early mistakes, that silence fell. The recounting resonated deeply, and to everyone’s relief, it effectively quelled Coco’s worries.

Once the echoes of laughter and chatter faded, you and Qifrey retreated to the sanctuary of your bedroom. Nestled beneath the soft blankets, you watched him with a sense of warmth and comfort as he went through his nightly rituals. The familiar sight of him moved with care brought you a sense of safety, but as your gaze drifted, a shiver ran through you. Your thumb brushed against the bandages wrapped tightly around your arm, a stark reminder of earlier events. A wave of anxiety washed over you, prompting you to voice your lingering concerns. “..It won’t turn into anything serious, right?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Qifrey looked up, his expression shifting from focused to lighthearted as a soft chuckle escaped him. “I thought you said your.. teachings were.. lovely,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he took your arm gently in his hands, inspecting the bandages with a mixture of concern and affection. “It wasn’t serious, luckily. The magic used wasn’t…” His voice trailed off, uncertainty flickering through his gaze momentarily before he shook his head, dismissing those fears. “Rest now,” he urged softly, an amused huff escaping his lips as he deftly tugged the covers snugly over you.

Curiosity bubbled within you as you watched him move towards the door. “Where are you going?” you called, a hint of confusion threading through your words. His figure paused in the doorway, an affectionate smile playing on his lips as he turned to face you. “Hey! I wore your favorite—” you began, but he only laughed lightly. “I’ll look when you’re feeling better, my love! Work calls!” With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving you wrapped in warmth, both from the covers and the affection lingering in the air.

[untoucheddoll]

late night coaxing⋆˚࿔

- 𝔔ifrey x Fem! Reader

established relationship

Summary: The girls had been tucked away in bed about an hour or so ago. You has well, tucked away in the warmth of your shared bed with Qifrey—yet you still can’t mange to sleep until he’s rested.

ִ ♡ ⨟ fluff, suggestive touching..woah, not proofread

The Atelier was enveloped in a serene stillness, the kind that often follows the day's end, a gentle warmth lingering in the air as the last rays of sunlight faded into a soft twilight. The girls had been tucked into their beds about an hour earlier, their soft breathing now filling the small, cozy rooms they occupied, adding to the peaceful ambiance. You and Qifrey lingered just a moment longer in front of the flickering fireplace, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls and illuminating the warmth of his features.

With a tender smile, you leaned closer to Qifrey, your heart fluttering slightly. You pressed a delicate kiss on his cheek, your lips brushing against his skin like a whisper. “Will you join me?” you asked softly, your fingers lightly tracing the contours of his shoulder blade, hoping to coax him away from his work.

Qifrey's gaze remained firmly fixed on the pile of papers laid out before him, his brow slightly furrowed with concentration. “In a moment, dear,” he replied quietly, his voice laced with a hint of distraction as he moved the pages, leaving inky fingerprints across the crisp sheets. You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips, fully aware of his unwavering dedication. With a soft sigh that hinted at your feigned irritation, you shook your head and teased, “Don’t make me drag you to bed,” before finally standing up. You felt your joints crack and pop as you pulled yourself away from the inviting warmth of the fire and made your way toward the shared bedroom.

After nearly thirty minutes had passed, you had changed into your soft nightgown, the fabric cool against your skin and the delicate lace adding an extra touch of comfort. You glanced back at the empty, cold right side of the bed, a small huff escaping your lips as you felt a pang of loneliness in the absence of Qifrey's warmth. Not wanting to linger in bed alone, you pulled yourself from the cocoon of warm covers, securing your robe around your shoulders with a determined resolve as you stepped out into the dimly lit hall.

Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, you took in the scene before you. The once-vibrant fire had dwindled to glowing embers, casting a gentle glow over the room. There, hunched at a small wooden table, was Qifrey, absorbed in what appeared to be meticulous work. Ink-stained fingers moved gracefully as they skimmed over the pages, yet his body sagged with exhaustion. You let out a soft, trembled sigh, your heart aching at the sight of him.

“Qifrey?” you called gently, breaking the gentle hush that surrounded the Atelier. He nodded slowly, lifting his gaze to meet yours, revealing soft, tired eyes filled with an endless devotion that tugged at your heart. “I know,” he replied quietly, almost as if reassuring both of you. You crossed the room to him, the distance feeling much larger than it was, and as you approached, he exhaled a small, weary sigh, leaning into your warm embrace.

You felt his hands find their way to your waist, his thumbs tenderly rubbing small circles along your waistline, igniting warmth across your skin. “You’re very patient with me,” he began softly, his breath brushing against your ear in the most delightful way. Your cheeks flushed a soft, rosy pink as you shifted slightly, allowing him to melt into you.

“Because I know the outcome will be wonderful,” you coaxed gently, your fingers running through his tousled hair, feeling the softness of his locks beneath your fingertips. A soft chuckle escaped him, mixed with an affectionate groan. 

“You work so hard for the girls, endlessly devoted, and it’s completely admirable,” you murmured, gazing into his eyes with a smile that matched the affection you felt. You reached for his chin, cupping his sleepy face in your palm, tilting it ever so slightly as you studied his eyes. “But the girls need a master who is well-rested so that he can think clearly,” you teased playfully, lightly grabbing his wandering hand that had started to inch toward your chest, a mischievous grin illuminating your face.

“...Weren't you just falling asleep two seconds ago?” you asked, your playful tone lightening the mood.

“...I am a gentleman,” he replied with mock seriousness, his lips twitching at the corners as he tried to suppress a smile.

“Uh-huh,” you remarked, your amusement bubbling over as you returned his smile.

[untoucheddoll]

𝖜elcome back .

- 𝔴. addams x fem! reader

𝕾ummary⦂ Wednesday is back once again, returning like a moth to a flame. But this time, she actually has what others call friends, is what she calls alibis. 

ִ ♡ ⨟ mentions of…human hair , stwo spoilers , fluff , the beginning , not proofread

You gently peeked your head into Enid’s and Wednesday's dorm room, a warm smile crept across your face, and your cheerful voice filled the small space. “Hey, you two!” you called out, your excitement palpable. 

Stepping inside, you were immediately greeted by the sight of Enid, her vibrant energy radiating as she bounced over to you. Her bright smile lit up the room, and she enveloped you in a warm, tight embrace. “Hey, you!” she exclaimed with a playful sparkle in her eyes, her enthusiasm infectious. 

As Enid pulled you closer, you caught a glimpse of Wednesday standing slightly off to the side. With her trademark expression of calm curiosity, she observed the reunion with a hint of intrigue.

Wednesday glanced you up and down, her expression as inscrutable as ever, before finally breaking the silence. “I had hoped you didn’t make it through summer,” she said, her tone flat, as she turned away to examine one of her black trunks. With a deliberate movement, she cracked it open, revealing the contents within. 

The sight that emerged took you and Enid by surprise—a porcelain doll with striking blonde hair that cascaded in soft, gentle curls. The doll’s glassy blue eyes seemed to shimmer with an eerie life of their own. You and Enid exchanged puzzled glances, eyebrows knitting together in confusion at this unexpected revelation. 

“A doll?” Enid asked hesitantly, her voice a mixture of curiosity. She gingerly took the doll into her arms, a nervous smile fluttering across her lips as her fingers brushed against the delicate strands of hair. 

Wednesday gave a slow, almost elusive nod, her lips curling into a rare and delicate smile that brightened her typically stoic demeanor. She turned her gaze back to the trunk at her side and deftly pulled out another doll, its hair a strikingly similar shade of your own hair. As she handed the doll over, you could feel its soft, silky hair slip through your fingers, almost like running your hand over a gentle wave of warm silk. 

“The hair is so soft,” you remarked, genuinely captivated by the tactile sensation. Enid, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, nodded vigorously in agreement. She glanced at you momentarily. “Super soft!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up.

Wednesday stood with her arms crossed, her dark eyes fixed on you and Enid as she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “They are made of real human hair,” she stated, her tone almost casual, yet laden with an unspoken weight. Her gaze flicked between the two of you, revealing a hint of satisfaction in her expression. You and Enid exchanged knowing glances, a silent communication passing between you that spoke volumes. Nodding slowly, you turned to Wednesday, appreciation evident in your voice. “Thank you, Wednesday,” you said, acknowledging her thoughtful gesture with sincerity.

After a pause, you caught Enid’s eye again, conveying curiosity with a subtle lift of your brow. “I’ll ask about that later,” you mouthed to her, and she responded with a quick nod.

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a/n: hello every pony..it’s me once again but under another name but I always do that so you know….so….who did we feel about the new season..expect more from me..

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[untoucheddoll]

small touches .ᐟ

kusuo saiki x fem! reader ⟢ established relationship & fluff

Summary: In which, he's not a fan of any sort of touching, whether it be from his parents or his so-called friends. He was willing to get out of his comfort zone because of you.

"Coffee Jelly!" - Normal Speaking "Coffee Jelly!" - Saiki Speaking

Saiki had always been uncomfortable with physical contact, a fact that became painfully evident to everyone around him. He typically made a concerted effort to avoid any form of touch, especially in public settings. Sure, every now and then he had let small gestures slide, particularly with his parents, mostly his dad—but that was neither here nor there. From the very first moment you had met him, it had been crystal clear that he wasn't fond of public displays of affection. He had even taken the time to explain—at length—why holding hands or showing any sort of affection in public was off the table.

So, it was nothing short of perplexing when, in the middle of the bustling arcade bustling with sounds of laughter and the beeping of games, he suddenly attempted to hold your hand. The sight of his fingers slowly inching towards yours while resting on the claw machine shocked you.

"Kusuo?" your voice cut through the cacophony of the arcade, a curiosity and disbelief coming from your tone. "What are you doing with your hand?" You raised an eyebrow, your gaze trailing from his slightly twitching hand to his face.

His response came with a shrug, "Nothing." Saiki glanced away, his eyes darting to the side as if trying to dismiss the moment. But when he looked back at you, there was an unmistakable twitch at the edges of his lips. "Just hurry up," he added, yanking his hand away as if the contact had shocked him, letting it drop back to his side with a quiet thud against his pants.

With a nod, you redirected your attention back to the claw machine, determined to win a stuffed toy despite the frustration that was beginning to bubble up inside you as you maneuvered the joystick. You felt his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze making your heart race slightly, and as you failed once again to snag a prize, you groaned in exasperation.

"Oh, come on!" you exclaimed, glaring at the machine as if it were the source of all your woes.

Saiki sighed, the sound of annoyance barely masking a hint of amusement. He knew he could easily use his powers to help you win on the first try. But something felt different this time; he wanted to support you without giving away his abilities. "Here," he said, leaning in closer, his presence warm against your back. His hand covered yours, guiding it over the joystick with an unexpected gentleness. 

In a moment of shock, you instinctively tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened with a subtle insistence. Saiki manipulated your movements with deft skill, shifting the joystick over to the very stuffed animal you sought. With a slight tug, the claw grasped it on the first attempt, lifting it triumphantly into the winning chute. "There, happy?" he asked, his voice smooth but slightly muffled as he took a step back, slipping his hands into his pockets while carefully gauging your reaction.

You beamed, an involuntary smile lighting up your face as warmth prickled your cheeks. "Thank you!" you replied, bending down to retrieve the small white rabbit stuffed animal, its floppy ears bouncing as you pulled it out. "You didn’t need to help me, you know," you added, a playful lilt in your voice.

Saiki shrugged, glancing away as if the moment held no significance. "No problem," he muttered, though the hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his lips.

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"There are so many people here," you observed, your gaze sweeping across the busy arcade, taking in the multitude of laughter and excited shouts surrounding you.

"That's annoying," he replied, his mouth pressed into a thin line, marking his clear distaste for the crowd.

Just as you began to ask why he wasn’t expressing the irritation with any verbal complaint, you felt his grip suddenly wrap around your hand, pulling you through the throng of bodies. "Kusuo—!" you stumbled in surprise, your steps quickening to keep up as he led you through the maze of people, his hand firmly clasping yours.

Once you finally broke free from the clutches of the crowd, you noticed your cheeks were flushed with a pretty pink color, warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the bustling activity around you. "What was that about?" you asked, frowning slightly as you glanced down at your intertwined hands, a wave of disbelief washing over you.

Saiki remained silent, eyes focused straight ahead, his usual stoic expression masking whatever thoughts ran through his mind. "You were taking too long," he shrugged, casting a sidelong glance down at you, an eyebrow quirking up in faint annoyance.

"I think I pulled a muscle," you grumbled, rubbing your shoulder absentmindedly, trying to mask the discomfort with laughter.

Saiki frowned at your comment, an eyebrow raised as he looked away. "Not my problem," he muttered, already fixing your shoulder pain.

"Oh! The pain went away!" you said suddenly, blinking slowly as confusion crept over your features. "That was odd…but amazing!" you added with a bright smile, your excitement evident even in your bewilderment.

"Yeah. Now let's go," Saiki said, the corner of his mouth quirking up just the slightest bit as he tugged you along again. His fingers remained interlocked with yours.

[untoucheddoll]

Less Clothes Next Time .ᐟ

Dante x Fem! Reader

In which, maybe styling something that could end the world isn't very good for anyone, but it does look good on him!

a/n: can you guys tell that i'm clearly a fake fan and only watched the show..

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"Goodwill?" Dante asked, raising an eyebrow as he shot you a questioning glance. “Didn’t you get that money from last week?” You frowned, tilting your head to the side, a playful challenge in your eyes. “The money you were bragging about—the one that every demon hunter dreams of receiving; so much cash for such an amazing request?" A smile crept onto your face, teasing him.

Dante fell quiet, halting his brisk pace to rub his chin thoughtfully. “Look, babe, did you really have to call me out like that?” he grumbled, backpedaling to catch up with you. “There was a little setback!” he added, a sheepish grin creeping onto his face. 

“Charming,” you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically, a playful twinkle in your gaze.

“Careful, hon; I might give you another reason to roll your eyes at me,” he teased, his hand sliding down to your lower back, sending an involuntary shiver through you. 

“Oh, stop it,” you murmured, trying to suppress a smile.

“First of all, I am not wearing that,” Dante declared, making a face as he watched you pick out a particularly worn-out black trench coat. 

“Why not?” you retorted, glancing down at the price tag, which read ‘half off.’ 

“It gets really annoying having to clean your coat,” you replied with a grin. “And besides, it’s a steal!” you giggled, tossing the trench coat into the cart with an air of triumph. 

“Is this your clever way to get me to take up more jobs?” Dante asked, eyeing the racks skeptically.

“If we had that money that you should have gotten, we wouldn’t be wandering around Goodwill,” you said, pulling a simple shirt from the wrack. “What size are you, anyway?” You rubbed your chin, pretending to ponder the question. Dante shot you a playful smirk.

“Extra, extra large,” he said with a wink, his voice low and teasing.

You paused, staring at him in mock disbelief, then playfully shoved the cart into him. “Keep talking like that, and you’ll be sleeping alone tonight!”

“This looks like it matches, right?” you asked, holding a striking dark red trench coat up to his necklace, the fabric catching the light. Dante glanced down, one eyebrow raised in skepticism.

“Is something wrong with my style already?” he asked, surveying his outfit as if it had suddenly betrayed him.

“Of course not!” you exclaimed, laughing as you shoved the coat into the already overflowing cart with a satisfied smile. “It’s just that you remind me of those cartoon superheroes who only have one or two outfits per episode—they never change!” 

Dante fell silent, his eyes widening in mock horror before he gasped dramatically. “I’m taking that to heart!” he exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest as if you had just pricked his pride. “Maybe you’re the one who’s going to be sleeping alone tonight,” he retorted, glancing away with a huff. 

He scanned the racks, pulling out a dress adorned with an outrageous, grandma-style pattern. “Maybe you need a change too!” he quipped, holding it up to your body with exaggerated flair. “For, you know… uh… your face! Yeah…” He added the dress to the cart, looking rather pleased with himself.

You laughed genuinely, shaking your head as you continued to dig through the clothing. “You honestly couldn’t think of anything better to say? I thought you loved my face!”

Dante remained quiet for a moment before nodding. “Okay, you’re right, but you still insulted me!” he shot back, leaning closer to you, a playful glint in his eyes.

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“No,” you sighed, leaning back in the chair outside the fitting rooms, an exaggerated expression of exhaustion on your face. 

Dante groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in frustration. “Babe! It’s been ages since we started shopping, and we’ve only managed to go through two aisles!” 

“Nothing matches your necklaces,” you countered, rising to your feet and walking toward him, your hands brushing against his shoulders as you did. “Maybe your old outfit suits you better,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Dante's eye twitched in mock annoyance. “You’re lucky I won’t send you to hell!” he grumbled, shutting the curtain to the fitting room with a decisive tug.

“Can you at least try on that fitted shirt?” you asked, giggling as a small smirk danced across your lips.

Dante didn’t immediately respond; instead, he opened the dressing room curtain and pulled you inside with a playful squeal.

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“I really didn’t mean to get us banned from Goodwill,” he said, adjusting his pants with a sly smirk that suggested mischief. Your cheeks flushed a deep pink as you hurriedly fixed your clothes.

“I’m never going shopping with you ever again!” you declared, stumbling to your feet, your heart racing.

“I’m sorry, who wasted whose time?” Dante retorted, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a playful embrace.

“Whatever,” you replied, shaking your head.

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[untoucheddoll]

➜ ┊: (MASTERLIST) ᵎ ✰

undergoing some editing!! not up to date if you could tell...

Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive:

Stomach Bug.ᐟ

To be Loved By a Painter.ᐟ

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Arcane:

Viktor:

All Too Well, Wife .ᐟ (Ten Minute Version)

Cozy Wife.ᐟ

Sneaky Wife.ᐟ

Loving Wife.ᐟ

Sweet Wife.ᐟ

Crystal Skies.ᐟ

Dirty Cash.ᐟ

Darling Wife.ᐟ

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Saiki K.:

Valentine Chocolates.ᐟ

Frozen Solid.ᐟ

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Ramshackle:

Stone:

You're Not Funny.

Shhh...It Won't Hurt!

Sweet Goods Melting

It's Hurting Me, Your Eyes Aren't Looking At Me

Pure Blood

Smile!

Smallest Of Secrets...

Skipp:

THAT APPLE FELL ON MY HEAD

Space!

Kindness Of Hearts

Vinnie:

YOUR HAIR BROKE THE BRUSH

YOU CAN TALK TO ANIMALS?!

Sweet Tooth!

Pebble:

Being Good

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Sonny Boy: N/A

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HxH: N/A

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Genshin Impact: N/A

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Ouran High School Host Club: N/A

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Komi Can’t Communicate: N/A

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Angels Of Death: N/A

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Attack On Titan:

Levi Ackerman:

Recklessly Helpful

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Camp Camp: N/A

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Angels of Death: N/A

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Class of 09: N/A

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Wicked: N/A

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ᯓ⭒RULES .ᐟ

undergoing some editing!!

「WHAT I'LL WRITE FOR」

• Fluff

• Angst

• After Care

• Borderline Smut (kinda like before anything freaky😈..)

• Romance

• Platonic

• Head-cannons

• Comfort

• Age Gap (Depending On The Character)

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⟶ 「WHAT I WON'T WRITE FOR」

• Smut (nsfw)

• SA

• Abuse

• Incest

undergoing editing

masterlist <-

return <-

[taylornation]

If no one has told you lately, way to go tiger. 🤍

[untoucheddoll]

queen are u alive ?

no

[untoucheddoll]

Valentine Chocolates .ᐟ

Saiki K. x Fem! Reader

In which, Saiki wasn’t shocked to receive chocolates from you. It was mainly because it was gratitude chocolates—but you both knew that wasn’t true.

a/n: this is CLEARLY not proofread - edit: PLSSS IM GOJNG TO BACK AND FIX THIS CUZ I LOWKEY FORGOR HE DOESNT TALK WITH HIS MOUTH…but like ignore it..

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"Saiki!" Your cheerful voice cut through the stillness of the classroom, echoing in Saiki's mind like an unwelcome alarm. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, letting out a small sigh as he reluctantly lifted his gaze from the littered surface of his desk. You held out a small, beautifully wrapped package of chocolates, the shiny paper catching the light and reflecting a rainbow of colors.

“I wanted to give this to you,” you said, your voice brimming with excitement. The package was adorned with a delicate ribbon that danced as you moved, adding an extra layer of charm to your gift.

“They’re gratitude chocolates, of course!” you continued, your cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink, as if the warmth of your feelings was painting your skin. Saiki raised an eyebrow, his expression caught between curiosity and skepticism. His gaze fell to the chocolates, and he took them from you with a hesitant hand, the slight brush of your fingers sending a jolt through him. “Thank you,” he replied, his voice low and curt, but as he glanced back up at you, he couldn’t help but notice the radiant glow of joy that lit up your face. 

You were clearly a bundle of nerves and excitement, your inner thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of determination: “They are just gratitude chocolates. They are just gratitude chocolates!” Still, Saiki felt an undercurrent of something deeper tugging at him, a sense that these chocolates held more weight than you were willing to acknowledge.

“I couldn’t remember which chocolates you liked since you enjoy… everything!” you explained, tilting your head slightly to the side with a shy, inviting smile. Your demeanor was infectious, and for a brief moment, a glimmer of enthusiasm sparked in Saiki’s typically impassive eyes. But then guilt washed over him like a cold wave; here you were, showering him with thoughtful treats while he hadn’t prepared anything for you. The most frustrating part was that, despite the irritation you sometimes stirred within him, you were the one person he could tolerate with surprising ease. 

The silence that followed stretched on uncomfortably, almost tangible in the air, as you fidgeted with your hands, a bead of sweat starting to form on your brow. “I’ll see you later,” you finally

said, your voice breaking the tension as you turned on your heel to make your exit. Saiki felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to stop you, as if something vital hung in the balance. “Wait,” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head in annoyance at himself.

You turned back, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of hope swirling within them. He sighed heavily, resigning to the impulse building within him. Reaching into his bag, the familiar sound of rustling paper filled the air as he pulled out a small heart-shaped box of chocolates. The box, adorned with gentle curves and wrapped with a soft red ribbon, radiated a warmth and charm that contrasted sharply with his usual demeanor.

Your eyes widened with pure delight, and a bright smile spread across your face, turning your cheeks a rosy shade of pink reminiscent of spring cherry blossoms. “You bought me chocolates?” you exclaimed, the happiness in your voice ringing like music in his ears as you accepted the box eagerly, cradling it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. Saiki tilted his head slightly, momentarily taken aback by the sheer joy that illuminated your features—a look reminiscent of a child discovering a long-coveted toy on Christmas morning.

“Thank you, Saiki!” you chirped, your voice bubbling with enthusiasm as you beamed at him. Saiki shrugged casually, leaning back in his seat, trying to downplay the subtle warmth creeping into his chest at your earnest gratitude.

“I’ll see you at lunch!” you called out cheerfully, your footsteps light and airy as you dashed away, leaving a lingering sense of joy in your wake. Saiki rubbed his temples, exasperation etching lines across his forehead. God, he hated Valentine’s Day.

[untoucheddoll]

Recklessly Helpful .ᐟ

Levi Ackerman x Fem! Scout! Reader

In which, Levi isn’t very fond of the idea of having you has bait—leaving you injured during the process.

a/n: back in my aot era

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The sound of heavy boots striking the hard floor jolted you awake, an urgent rhythm that pulled you from the depths of sleep. The faint, warm scent of a candle flickering nearby swam through the air, swirling around your senses and making your head spin in confusion. A sharp pain radiated through your torso, sharp and unforgiving, while a faint ringing resonated in your ears, almost like an echo of a distant storm.

“Don’t move,” Levi commanded, his voice low and unwavering, cutting through the haze of your disorientation. Instinctively, your body tensed, and you struggled to blink your eyes open, adjusting to the dim light that danced softly around the room thanks to the candle’s glow beside your bed. “What…?” you managed to whisper, your voice barely rising above a rasp.

“That was quite a stunt you pulled today,” he continued, taking deliberate steps toward your bedside, his arms crossing tightly over his chest like a shield. “Leading a group of Titans away from us and recklessly putting yourself in danger just to save your comrades.” He sighed, his piercing gaze roving over your visibly injured form, worry etching faint lines into his usually stoic features. “You saved at least ten today. But you didn’t save yourself,” he said, his tone stern as he locked his eyes onto yours, sharp like daggers.

Silence cloaked the room, your brow furrowing in thought. “You’re lucky I saved you,” Levi stated bluntly, shifting down to the edge of your bed, his elbows resting firmly on his knees as he leaned in closer, his expression a mix of irritation and something softer. “It wouldn’t have been peaceful if you had died.” His words hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of unspoken concern. “Don’t ever do that again, do you understand?” His eyes pierced into yours, searching for acknowledgment.

“I saved people?” you murmured, disbelief washing over you. Your body twitched slightly in pain, both from the injuries and the unexpected realization. Levi mentally winced, chastising himself for allowing this conversation to bloom. “Ten…” you repeated quietly, the number echoing in your mind. “Don’t get any ideas,” he interrupted your spiraling thoughts with a sharpness in his tone. “You almost lost your life because you wanted to play the hero… and look where you are now.” His voice was harsher than before, his gaze slipping away from your face as he sighed deeply, the weight of his frustration clear.

“But I was helpful,” you insisted, pushing yourself up slightly, desperation creeping into your tone.

Levi looked back at you, his eyes narrowing in thought. “You were, I suppose,” he conceded reluctantly, the grumble in his voice betraying an underlying softness. “But you scared everyone half to death.” For a fleeting moment, his expression softened, lines of worry etched deeply across his brow. “You made me have to calm them down. That’s not my job,” he snapped, though the irritation in his voice lacked true malice. Your heart raced at the realization.

“...Everyone was worried?” you ventured, your spirits lifting as hope flickered in your chest. Levi didn’t like the way your eyes brightened at the thought—it was not the reaction he had expected. He had braced himself for tears or anguish, not this glimmer of happiness.

“They were screaming,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “It gave me a headache.” 

Determined, you attempted to sit up, but he quickly pressed you back down against the bedding. “Ow!” you whined, pain shooting through your body in protest. “Don’t move. You’ll just hurt yourself more,” he commanded, pressing his hands firmly but gently on your shoulders, grounding you back into the mattress. “And I don’t need a whining excuse for bait to be moaning and groaning,” he added with a long-suffering sigh, his hand lingering a moment longer than necessary, warmth radiating from his palm.

“But you don’t seem to mind that, though…” you muttered under your breath, a challenging glint in your eye. Levi’s body stiffened at your words, a fierce glare shooting your way, his eyes narrowed with frustration. “...Just get some rest, please,” he exhaled, huffing out a breath as if the very request himself was a monumental task.

[untoucheddoll]

i just wanted to say happy birthday to my GLORIOUS KING VIKTOR 🙏🙏

once i get on my him..we’re gonna ###### then im gonna ##### using the hexstrap then ######## until he’s crying ####### and then #### and when #### then we add Jayce ###### 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😊😊😊💕💕💕

[untoucheddoll]

All Too Well, Wife .ᐟ (Ten Minute Version)

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, Viktor has a small photo of you in his pocket. Every time he looks at it, he remembers it all too well.

"Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known. It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well."

a/n: In loving memory of my beloved Eras Tour. I was watching the live stream while writing this...

Warning: angst, mentions of death (reader), sad Viktor, illness, yap yap

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Today, as Viktor sat in the stillness of his dimly lit room, an unsettling wave washed over him, making his stomach churn. The silence felt oppressive, like a tangible weight pressing down on his chest. Turning his gaze to the bedside table, he spotted a framed photograph of you—one of the very few he cherished. Regret gnawed at him; he wished he had captured more moments, but you always shied away from the camera, insisting on avoiding the lens. Now, as fleeting memories began to swirl in his mind, he could almost hear your familiar voice teasing him to stop documenting every little thing. A small, sad sigh escaped his lips, and he fought with the urge to chuckle at the memory.

He leaned closer to the nightstand, drawn to your photo as if it were a lifeline in the ocean of his loneliness. The sight of your radiant smile had a soothing effect, temporarily easing the tension that had built up in his shoulders. In that snapshot of joy, he could almost hear your laughter echoing through the room, enveloping him in warmth. “Damn it…” he murmured under his breath, running a hand over his face, struggling to push away the mix of nostalgia and sorrow that gripped him. He set aside his cane, allowing himself to lie back on the mattress, feeling the familiar weight of emptiness settle in. “It’s so quiet without you, you know?” he whispered, stealing glances at your picture again, seeking solace in its presence.

Viktor had grown so accustomed to your incessant chatter and quick-witted retorts that the current silence felt utterly unbearable. It echoed around him, filled only with the painful remnants of memories, and he loathed it. Each second in this void seemed to stretch into eternity, filled with the agonizing truth that you were no longer there to fill the space. Frustration bubbled within him until he groaned loudly and pressed his hands over his eyes, wishing for a distraction from the reality he had to face.

After what felt like an eternity—though it had only been five minutes—he finally mustered the strength to sit up again. His fingers reached out instinctively for your photo, brushing against the smooth glass that guarded it. In that moment, it felt as though he were reaching out to touch your warm, living skin again. But then, the haunting memory of that horrid night surged back, the memory of your cold, lifeless body sending a shiver down his spine. He recoiled as if burned, his breath hitching in his throat. “What I would do… just to touch you again,” he whispered vulnerably, gingerly placing your picture back on the bedside table and trying to regain his composure.

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Viktor then leaned his cheek against the palm of his hand, his eyes fixated on a small photograph of you that he had slipped into his pocket earlier. When you were still alive, you were always by his side, refusing to leave him alone whenever you had the chance. He made it a point to carry your photo wherever he went; he didn't want anyone at the Academia to discover it. No one knew about your marriage or the sorrow of your death, and Viktor had intended to keep it that way… or so he thought.

He believed he was alone in this moment of vulnerability, having just watched Jayce leave not long before. But without his knowledge, Jayce had lingered nearby, peeking over his shoulder at the photo—a snapshot so full of life that it drew anyone’s attention. “Who’s that? She’s pretty,” Jayce’s voice cut through Viktor's reverie, startling him out of his daze. Viktor froze, his muscles tensing instinctively, and he hastily shoved the picture down onto the desk. “It’s rude to sneak up on people,” he snapped, furrowing his brows at Jayce in irritation.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Viktor’s sudden outburst. “I’m just teasing,” he responded, leaning back casually and shoving his hands into his pockets. “But seriously, who was that?” His tone shifted to genuine curiosity, tilting his head inquisitively. Viktor remained silent, his gaze dropping away from Jayce's knowing eyes. “Just an… old friend,” he eventually replied, leaning back in his chair, fully aware that his words felt inadequate. Jayce certainly sensed the lie; their friendship had been built on trust over many years.

“Right,” Jayce said, nodding slowly and making his way over to the other side of the lab, leaving Viktor to sit in the wake of his defensive emotions.

With a sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding, Viktor’s body began to relax once more as he stole another glance at your smiling photo. Nervously, he shoved the picture back into his pocket, acutely aware of how deep and vulnerable his feelings were. He hated the thought of Jayce knowing about you, about the love they had shared.

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“I’m sorry,” he muttered softly, kneeling before your gravestone later that evening, his heart heavy with guilt. “Jayce saw you.” He traced his fingers over the cool grass beneath him, feeling the earth’s weight beneath his fingertips. “I know you wanted me to talk about you, but…” His voice trailed off, giving way to the silence that had settled around him. “You know how I feel about that, dear.” He pulled your photo out of his pocket once more, his eyes scanning it as if it were a precious artifact from a time long gone. “He even called you pretty,” he reminisced, tilting his head back slightly to remember the way your laughter had danced through the air.

His thoughts drifted further back as he recalled how Jayce had inquired about the ring on his finger, a gift that symbolized their bond. “I said it was a gift. I hope you aren’t upset with that,” he said, glancing away from the gravestone, aware of how you had once scolded him for insisting it was just a present. A wave of longing washed over him, and he wished more than anything to relive those days, when smiles were abundant and love was an unending presence. He missed you more than he could articulate, and the ache in his heart felt as fresh as it did the night you were taken from him. He remembers it all too well.

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[untoucheddoll]

thought abt viktor and wifey scenarios

- "you're staring!" "I like seeing you happy love"

- matching fits!!

- jayce and mel spying on them obv

- reading tgt!!

- picnic date + stargazing!

- meet jayce and mel? yea!!

- viktor being a softie for his wife and wifey js being the darling she is 🫶

Cozy Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, sitting by the fire with a book can be romantic. If you weren’t being stalked by a nosy duo.

a/n: no one talk to me on Sunday (the eras tour is ending)

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“Dear, which book should we read?” you asked, your fingers gliding over the myriad of titles that crowded the bookshelf. The scent of aged paper and wood filled the cozy room, mingling with the warmth radiating from the crackling fireplace in front of you. Viktor remained silent for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration as he settled onto a small, soft cushion near the hearth. The dance of the flames cast a gentle flickering light across his thoughtful features. 

“Nothing nerdy,” you added playfully, glancing sideways at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. Viktor raised an eyebrow in mock indignation and rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You pick,” he replied, leaning his crutch against the side of the cushion before resting his arm on his knee with a soft sigh. 

You nodded, your gaze darting to the shelves again. The colorful spines of novels seemed to whisper secrets and stories, each one beckoning for attention. After a brief moment of contemplation, you selected a book with an elegant cover adorned with swirls of gold. “Romance?” you teased, walking over to him with a playful sway in your step, taking a seat beside him, the cushion sinking slightly under your weight. 

Viktor perked up, his curiosity piqued as he tilted his head in your direction. “Romance? Of course…” he muttered under his breath in a tone that was half-annoyed and half-interested. You couldn’t help but giggle, your excitement bubbling over as you curled up next to him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. 

Slowly, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, but you noticed his muscles tensed slightly upon the contact of your skin against his. “You’re so dramatic,” you remarked, casting him a sideways glance as you opened the book to the first page, the pages crisp and fresh. 

“I am not,” Viktor shot back quickly, his voice sharp but betraying a hint of humor as he let out a small huff of frustration. You laughed, shaking your head with mirth. “I’m only teasing!” you said, prompting another huff from him. “… Kind of.”

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Just then, Jayce and Mel poked their heads over the windowsill, their curious eyes shining with interest as they observed the warm scene unfolding. “Oh my,” Mel drawled, raising an eyebrow and smirking at the sight of you and Viktor nestled together. “They look comfy,” she teased, glancing at Jayce, who seemed mesmerized as he focused intently on the two of you, utterly engrossed in the moment.

Leaning your head against Viktor’s shoulder, you let your eyes dance over the text on the page, becoming engrossed in the words. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Viktor was not actually reading; his eyes were fixated on you, mesmerized by the way the light from the fire softly illuminated your features, making your skin glow and your eyes sparkle like precious gems as they reflected the flames. He felt his heart begin to race, causing him to shift slightly on the cushion, a wave of nervous energy coursing through him.

“You okay?” you asked, perking up at his movement and momentarily breaking your focus on the book. Viktor felt his cheeks warm, his pulse quickening under your gaze. “I’m fine, love,” he muttered quietly, briefly diverting his eyes to the book before flicking them back to you. In that moment, your eyes locked, and your hands slowly slipped away from the book to rest in your lap. 

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side with a curious expression. Viktor, entranced by your earnestness, remained silent for a heartbeat before gently reaching up to caress your cheek with his thumb, eliciting a flutter of warmth from within you. The world around you seemed to vanish as you both leaned in slowly, drawn together by an invisible thread, feeling the warmth of each other's breath against your lips.

But just as the moment reached its delicate climax, a sudden crash echoed from outside, jolting you both apart. It was Jayce, having lost his balance, who landed unexpectedly on his back with a loud thud, sending an outside seal clattering to the ground beside him. Mel stumbled after him but managed to land gracefully on her feet, her expression a mix of astonishment and amusement. 

“What on Earth?” you muttered in disbelief, both startled and amused as you stood up, your heart racing from both the interrupted moment and the unexpected noise. Viktor’s hands fell away from you as you rushed to the window, peeking outside but finding everything oddly still. “That’s odd,” you grumbled, closing the blinds with a decisive click before walking back to join him on the cushion once more. 

He quickly placed his arm around your shoulder again, his fingers idly toying with the collar of your shirt, his warmth enveloping you once more. “Where were we?” he asked, trying to regain the atmosphere.

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“You idiot,” Mel called out to Jayce as they both ambled back toward the Academia, her voice laced with lighthearted reproach. Jayce, still on the ground, rubbed his back with a grimace of embarrassment. “I don’t know what happened,” he mumbled, cheeks aflame from the fall and the attention, attempting to mask his discomfort with a nervous chuckle.

[untoucheddoll]

love the viktor with wife scenarios!! can u do one where they're on a date and COINCIDENTALLY (or not) jayce and mel found them!

prollt viktor saying "I genuinely dont know why my brain stops whenever I'm looking st you. Maybe I'm going crazy"

silly arguments and all

jayce finally realizes that viktor indeed has a wife

Sneaky Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, planning dates can be a little difficult, having to sneak around and all. But in the end, it’s all worth it…kinda.

a/n: thank you, queen, for requesting I was starting to run out of ideas

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“Are you ready?” Viktor asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tilted his head to the side, his expression serious yet curious. He slowly rose from the bed, gripping his cane tightly, the faint creak of floorboards accompanying his movement. You nodded enthusiastically, wanting to convey your eagerness as you applied the final touches to your outfit at the vanity. “Yes!” you replied cheerfully, your excitement evident as you stood up to face him. With a playful smile, you twirled slowly, letting the fabric of your attire flow around you before your eyes landed back on him. 

Viktor remained silent for a moment, his gaze roving over your carefully chosen ensemble, taking in every detail from the subtle embellishments to the way the colors complemented you. He finally nodded, his voice a gentle murmur as he said, “Looks good,” though his eyes flickered to the side, betraying a hint of something unspoken.

With a playful smirk, you walked over to him, your confidence shining through. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” you teased, winking at him. However, the playful banter was met with an intense glare from Viktor. He huffed in response, his tone light but firm as he said, “Don’t push it,” before taking a step out of the room, the doorframe silhouetting his figure.

You giggled at his reaction, a lightness filling the air as you quickly followed after him. “Wait up!” you called out, your laughter ringing as you hurried to catch up. Viktor rolled his eyes at your antics, a suppressed smile threatening to escape despite his attempts at maintaining a façade of annoyance.

Meanwhile, in a different part of Piltover, Jayce had enlisted Mel to help him pick up some parts for a groundbreaking new project he was working on. However, these components were decidedly illegal in the city, necessitating a late-night excursion to retrieve them. The two of them walked cautiously down the quiet, dimly lit street, their eyes darting over their shoulders intermittently, ensuring they weren’t being followed.

Abruptly, Jayce halted, coming to a stop right in front of Mel, forcing her to pause as well. “Jayce?” she asked, an eyebrow arched in question, curiosity and concern mingling in her voice. The atmosphere grew thick with anticipation as a sense of urgency settled between them, both aware of the risks that loomed ahead.

“Shh!” Jayce hissed urgently as he quickly maneuvered Mel away from the open street, guiding her behind the rough stone wall of an old building that stood in shadow. The air was thick with tension as he peered around the corner, prying his eyes from the dark to glimpse you and Viktor stepping onto the pavement ahead. A sly smile crept across Jayce's face; he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in curiosity before letting out a knowing smirk. “That’s definitely his wife,” he muttered under his breath, a glint of mischief flashing in his eyes.

His hands moved swiftly, and without a moment's hesitation, he shoved the heavy box filled with intricate, expensive parts into a nearby trash can, the metallic clang echoing slightly in the stillness of the night. Mel’s eyes widened in disbelief, her face shifting from confusion to incredulity. “You just spent a fortune on those parts, and you’re dumping them?!” she exclaimed, her voice low but fierce. She peered over his shoulder, her expression transforming into one of utter disbelief. “Seriously?” she added dryly, disbelief dripping from her words.

Jayce shrugged nonchalantly, a flicker of nonchalance in his demeanor despite the seriousness of the moment. “I highly doubt anyone will see these,” he replied, casting a glance back at the box, half-buried in the refuse. He was trying to appear dismissive, but Mel's worry hung in the air like a thick fog. Mel sighed, exasperation etched on her features as she shook her head, her frustration palpable. “You’re lucky I’m invested in this,” she muttered, her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and affection. 

Jayce flashed her a quick, reassuring smile before darting after you and Viktor, a flicker of determination evident in his stride. 

Meanwhile, you walked alongside Viktor, who moved carefully, his crutch tapping rhythmically against the concrete sidewalk with every determined step he took. Small huffs escaped his lips, a testament to the effort he was exerting. Concern gnawed at you as you glanced over, an eyebrow raised in genuine worry. “Viktor, love, what did I say about pushing yourself?” you gently admonished, coming to a halt to face him head-on. 

Viktor paused, his brow furrowing deeply as he looked up at you, a familiar defiance stirring in his eyes. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the weariness in his voice betrayed him. He straightened slightly, trying to project confidence, but you could see the tension in his posture, the subtle signs that he was indeed straining against his limits. The night felt heavy with unspoken concerns, but you knew better than to push him too hard—he’d always had a stubborn streak.

“When did you develop an attitude?” you teased playfully, tilting your head to the side with a sly smirk dancing on your lips. Viktor's cheeks flushed a faint shade of pale red, indicating his slight embarrassment. “I do not have an attitude,” he grumbled defensively, shifting his weight against his crutch for support. He hesitated for a moment, avoiding your gaze, then looked back up at you, his expression softening as he added, “I’ll... slow down.” The admission seemed to hang in the air, suggesting he preferred to concede rather than endure a lengthy lecture from you, which he knew all too well could stretch on for twenty minutes.

Just then, Jayce and Mel peeked around the corner, their curiosity piqued by the playful exchange. Jayce raised an eyebrow, a confused frown creasing his forehead as he grumbled to himself, clearly struggling to decipher the conversation between you and Viktor. Mel, ever the pragmatist, rolled her eyes at Jayce's low mumble before quickly covering his mouth with her hand. “Be quiet,” she muttered under her breath, her tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement, before her gaze shifted back to you and Viktor, a look of mild concern on her face, wondering how the two of you would continue.

You and Viktor had made it to a small grassy area near a serene little water body. The two of you settled onto a wooden bench, and Viktor let out a small sigh of relief, feeling his body relax. You giggled and raised an eyebrow. “Feeling better?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Viktor nodded and placed his crutch beside the bench. “I told you so,” you said teasingly, leaning in closer to his ear. 

Viktor tensed up and shot you a glare. “Don’t even start,” he muttered, a frown creeping onto his face. You giggled again, leaning in even closer. “Don’t start what, dear?” you asked, your hand slowly inching toward his. As your fingers brushed against him, he shivered. Viktor gulped. “You’re… making it quite hard to think straight,” he admitted, feeling his heart start to beat faster than usual. You fluttered your lashes at him, giving him an innocent look. Viktor clicked his tongue in response.

As the night draped its dark cloak over the forest, a tense atmosphere enveloped the scene. From their concealed vantage point behind the twisted trunks and thick underbrush, Jayce and Mel peered intently at you and Viktor. Their hearts raced with a mix of curiosity and dread, torn between the urge to remain hidden and the inexplicable desire to unearth the secrets unfolding before them. They were acutely aware that they were trespassing into a realm of mysteries that were never intended for their eyes.

Jayce, driven by an urgent impulse, shifted slightly closer, doing his best to remain concealed amidst the foliage. Yet, with a fateful crack, his foot stumbled upon a weathered branch, shattering the silence that enveloped the woods like a heavy fog. The sharp sound pierced the air, causing you and Viktor to instinctively turn your heads toward the disturbance. “Maybe it was just an animal?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, glancing sideways at Viktor for reassurance. His silence spoke volumes; his focus was riveted on the shadowy treeline ahead, his expression a mixture of alarm and intrigue.

As if responding to your tension, the thick clouds overhead began to part, bathing the forest in a soft, ethereal glow from the moon. This pale light created dancing shadows among the trees, casting an enchanting yet eerie aura. Viktor’s eyes widened in realization as he caught sight of indistinct shapes lurking within the misty darkness. Confusion painted your features; you leaned back slightly, your heart pounding. “Oh gosh,” you breathed incredulously, the realization dawning upon you. In that moment, Viktor’s grip on your hand tightened instinctively, a silent promise of protection as both apprehension and curiosity swirled in the air around you.

Jayce and Mel exchanged wary glances, a shared understanding passing between them as they realized they had been caught in the act. Jayce let out a long, heavy sigh, the weight of their situation pressing down on him, and he slowly stepped into the dim light, the shadows relinquishing their hold. Mel followed suit, her own resigned sigh escaping her lips, a testament to the gravity of the moment. 

“Viktor…” Jayce began, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with an undercurrent of nervousness that betrayed his calm exterior. Viktor’s brow knitted together in confusion, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the unexpected presence of his friends. “What on earth are you doing here?” he asked, a mix of irritation and concern evident in his voice.

Jayce and Mel exchanged another glance, each hesitant to completely articulate the truth lingering in the air. Mel stepped closer to Viktor, a determined yet uncertain look in her eyes. “Well, Viktor,” she started, her voice faltering slightly as she struggled to find the right words. “It’s hard to explain,” she continued, glancing away momentarily, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“It was my idea,” Jayce interjected, his voice firm yet gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on Mel’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he added, his eyes drifting down to their interlocked hands in a moment of vulnerability. As he glanced from their fingers to Viktor’s face, something clicked in his mind—the unmistakable sight of Viktor’s own wedding ring. The realization hit him like a wave, and suddenly, the gravity of their situation became all too clear.

“I hope you can forgive me,” Jayce said quietly, breaking eye contact as he looked away, unable to fully meet Viktor’s gaze. The tension hung thick in the air, a palpable mixture of fear, regret, and the lingering hope for understanding..

Viktor remained still for a moment, the air heavy with unspoken words, before he slowly pushed himself to stand. With deliberate movements, he grasped his crutch, its polished wood glinting softly in the fading light, and tucked it firmly under his arm. You felt a sense of urgency bubbling inside you, compelling you to follow his lead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jayce,” Viktor murmured, his voice low and almost reflective, before beginning to make his way down the path. You quickened your pace, eager to keep up with him.

As you both faded into the growing shadows, Jayce stood anchored in place, eyes locked on your retreating figures, his expression a mix of curiosity and contemplation. “Did you see that?” Mel broke the silence, her arms crossing tightly over her chest, a hint of disbelief in her tone. Jayce stared after you and Viktor for a moment longer, then nodded slowly, the gears in his mind clearly turning. “Matching rings,” he finally said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, feeling the rough stubble there. “I didn’t know Viktor was that kind of guy.” His words hung in the air, laden with surprise and perhaps a touch of admiration, as they both processed the moment they had just witnessed.