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Happy Plagg Appreciation Day!
Hey! It's Friday the 13th! You know what that means!
Welcome to my unofficial Miraculous Ladybug fandom holiday:
Plagg Appreciation Day!
Our poor, precious, sarcastic little agent of chaos deserves more love. So I determined that Friday the 13ths shall be "Plagg Appreciation Day" for me.
Let's shower our boy with some love. Also, please tag me if you decide to participate in my little holiday. I'd love to know others "celebrate", and I can't wait to see how you shower our boy with affection.
#ML#Miraculous Ladybug#Plagg#Plagg appreciation#Plagg Appreciation Day#Happy Plagg Appreciation Day!#Please tag me if you're participating!#Friday 13ths should be Plagg Appreciation Days#Friday the 13th is Plagg Appreciation Day#my unofficial fandom holiday#Friday the 13th#includes image#includes alt text#alt text#LycoRogue original#Already scheduled for next Friday 13th
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WIP Title Tag Game
Tagged by @bifuriouswaterbender. Thanks for the tag! Some of these will sound familiar to those who follow my @captaintoomanybattles blog, as I post more about my WIPs (which are mostly Marvel-related) on there.
Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!
I don’t have a dedicated WIP folder, but here are a few of the WIP titles in my writing folder-- I’m only including ones that I’m still working on at least in theory. :D
Original fiction:
avren mourna draft 2
arranged marriage
captive and monster
Marvel fanfic:
bucky romania
every dog my father raised
homeless teen
in my mind i still need a place to go
jolene 3
shrinkyclinks oakland
shrinkyclinks snowstorm
steve homeless
winter soldiers draft 2
Tagging: @elvenfforestydd @beemotionpicture @xemiliagryphonx @h-i-raeth @16woodsequ @perplexinglyparadoxialperson @planeoftheeclectic @purpleicedteas @ralsbecket @burberrycanary @lycorogue @sadbookworm and anyone else who wants to play!
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20 Questions For Fic Writers
Originally started by @izanae. Thanks for the tag @lycorogue
The original Fic Writers Ask thread was super long, so like LycoRogue, I decided to create my own post for it, but please do check out the original thread.
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
I currently have 18, though I have more on FFN. 8 for Miraculous Ladybug, 5 for W.I.T.C.H, 4 for Hellsing, and 1 for Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji
2. What’s your ao3 word count?
As of this post, I have a total of 619,000 words. Wowzers...
3. What fandoms do you write for?
At the moment, I mainly write for Hellsing and Black Butler. But I have also written for Miraculous Ladybug, W.I.T.C.H, and Sonic the Hedgehog.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
1. Madness Within (Miraculous Ladybug)
2. Double Trouble (Hellsing)
3. Experimental Kiss (Miraculous Ladybug)
4. Destiny's Dance (Miraculous Ladybug)
5. Go and Conquer (Hellsing)
5. Do you reply to comments?
Sometimes. I always appreciate every single comment, but sometimes I don't always know how to reply without just giving a generic 'thank you' again, and again, and again. But I do read them all, I promise.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Tough one. I think if I had to pick though, it would probably be Project Darkness, an old Sonic the Hedgehog fic of mine.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I don't think I've ever done a fic with a 100% cheesy happy ending, but the happiest and closest to that would probably be Twelve Days of Chatmas (Miraculous Ladybug).
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not usually, but I have gotten hate on Madness Within (Miraculous Ladybug), which I guess was always an increased possibility due to the amount of views that story has. However, that hate has only ever been on FFN. It was mainly people bullying me over long periods between updates.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Not usually, but you're more likely to see me write smut for Hellsing and Black Butler. There are some sexual scenes planned for the future in some of those fics for those fandoms. I can't see me ever doing a 'porn with no plot' fic, but it would be more like 'sexposition' and will make sense with the plot (e.g. advancing character relationships etc).
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one?
No, but I have thought about it on the odd occasion.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Oh yes, and it is so annoying! My work is usually stolen by people on Wattpad, and the most recent stolen work of mine was Destiny's Dance (Miraculous Ladybug).
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yeah, which is awesome! Amicus (Hellsing) has been translated into Spanish by ayelenrock, who is also planning on translating my other Hellsing fics into Spanish. I've had a few offers for my fics to be translated into French and Russian, however, those have yet to be published as far as I'm aware.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yeah, I co-wrote a few Sonic the Hedgehog fics with @free-in-the-wind and @jowyavilon at one point in the past. However, we didn't get very far with them and they ended up abandoned. Our lives were just too busy.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Alucard/Seras from Hellsing.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Probably Immortal Bonds (Miraculous Ladybug). I just seem to have lost all motivation for it, like with quite a few Miraculous fics of mine. It's a shame because I HATE leaving stories unfinished.
16. What are your writing strengths?
People tell me I'm good at writing realistic emotions, so I guess that would be one? A lot of people have complimented me on my accurate representation of mental illnesses. Also, apparently I'm also really good at writing realistic child characters, and they seem to always be a favourite of my readers.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Names. I'm terrible at them, and it takes me ages to settle on something. Also fight and action scenes can be quite difficult to write sometimes.
18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language for a fic?
A rule I tend to use is try to imagine like it's real life. You'd probably understand, or at least discern, certain words in another language, so I tend to write those in. For example 'bonjour', or even simple sentences. However, if a character starts speaking full, long sentences in a foreign language, then I do not write this in, as it would probably just sound like gibberish from the point of view of the character I'm currently writing for. I simply point out that the other character is speaking in said language. I hope that made sense?
19. What’s the first fandom you wrote for?
W.I.T.C.H when I was, like, 10 years old or something? Back then, I didn't even know what fanfiction was, I just knew that I enjoyed writing my own stories based on the characters.
20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
I think I definitely have a soft spot for Double Trouble (Hellsing). I love Lily and Luna so much and they're so much fun to write!
I now no pressure tag: @pinkfluffacttuff @free-in-the-wind @inkyrable and of course anyone else who wants to take part!
#ask pixie#tag game#my fanfiction#hellsing#miraculous ladybug#black butler#kuroshitsuji#w.i.t.c.h#q & a#sonic the hedgehog
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Tag Game: Authors
Tagged by: @lycorogue
Author name: I have been Cyhyr everywhere on the internets since 2006, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
Fandoms I write for: Most of my posted stories are for Final Fantasy XV, but in the past I’ve been known to write for the MCU and Kingdom Hearts, and even dabbled a bit into Naruto once upon a time. My KH and Naruto stuff isn’t available online anymore since I deleted my ffnet stuff though. I’m also currently writing for the White Clouds Tarot Zine, so expect some Fire Emblem: Three Houses fics in the future.
Where I post: On tumblr and AO3
Most popular one-shot: Based on AO3′s stats, that would be my MCU piece Fever, which as of 9 March 2020 has 7185 hits and 205 kudos. Admittedly, Fever has also been live since 2012.
Favorite story I wrote: This is a loaded question. So, by “favorite” I’m going to take it to mean that it was the most fun to write, but not necessarily my best work, yeah? And in that case it’s definitely the collab piece I did with a high school friend of mine (which, btw, is incomplete and likely will stay that way, as the two of us have fallen out of contact). It’s a Kingdom Hearts & Legend of Dragoon Crossover and I’ll be honest with y’all, it’s pretty bad in the beginning but you can see the progression both of us make with our writing as we grew up with that story. We traded off chapters, so I had the prologue and then the even numbered chapters going from there. I am very aware that the final chapter is technically mine to write, but like... I’d rather rewrite the whole thing lol.
The Legend of Dragoon by CyVeroxen (Axel/Roxas)
Story I was nervous to post: Displaced by Time, every single chapter that I send to the betas my stomach drops out and then when I finally get around to updating I usually have to hit the post button after an hour or so of formatting and last-second go-overs and then run away. It’s my baby and I want people to love it, but I don’t do longfics typically.
How do I choose titles:
1. Title of Prompt, if given
2. An important word, translated to another language
3. A word that can summarize the theme of the piece
4. ??? sometimes I just don’t title it
Do you outline? Yep. Displaced by Time’s final outline is 4 Acts in 11 pages, but I’ve had original works that have had outlines of 20+ pages. I’ll further outline the individual chapter as I work on it, and then the dialogue, and then snowball from there. It lets me move around to the part in the story that is inspiring me to write while still keeping placeholder scenes where they belong.
Complete: 13
Final Fantasy XV (11)
Fire Emblem: Three Houses (1)
The Avengers (Marvel Movies) (1)
In progress:
Displaced by Time
White Clouds Tarot Zine Piece(s)
Plunnies: I really try not to let the bunnies breed in my head until after the current WIP is complete. That said, Sylvix week had me thinking of expanding on the Family prompt and I’ve been lurking on the Witcher Kinkmeme and let me tell you there are a few prompts there that have got me thinking...
Do you take prompts? I struggle a bit when other people give me prompts, for the most part. However, I do have a Bad Things Happen Bingo Card that needs filling out, and while some of these things can/will show up in DbT, it’s nice to be able to take a quick break from the story.
Upcoming project I’m most excited about: I’m not sure where the winds of writing will take me next.
Tagging but under no obligations to participate: if you write and want to answer, go ahead!
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Peeping Tomcat
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pQMaUi
by LycoRogue
Something called to Adrien, and before he knew it, he was addicted to sitting outside Marinette's window as Chat Noir; just watching her. His voyeuristic habit needs to stop, but things have gotten far too complicated now that he realizes he's growing a crush on her.
*Updates every Friday*
Words: 6764, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Original Akumatized Character(s)
Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Additional Tags: Marichat, Accidental Voyeurism, Nonsexual Voyeurism, Season One Compliant, Not Season Two Compliant But Not Non-Compliant Either, half reveal, Book 1
March 30, 2018 at 07:30AM
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pQMaUi
#Ladynoir#Adrienette#Adrien Agreste#AO3Feed#FanFics#AO3 Ladynoir#💖#🐞#❤️#🐱#💚#Marinette Dupain Cheng#Miraculous Ladybug#March 2018
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FYI, if you feel awkward about booping others (no need. We all seem to be having fun), and you didn't realize this
you can self-boop!
You won't get the cute little kitty paws (which might be beneficial if you are cat-averse or if the animation lags your internet). Instead, you'll get these awesome little cat-oriented messages.
You just need to click on the little pixel cat on your own boop-o-meter to self-boop.
You'll then get notifications of the self-booping.
Alternatively, you can click on your own posts and boop yourself the same way you boop others.
Best part of self-booping by either clicking the "boop" prompt on your posts or by the "boop yourself" link in your notifications? The notification you get.
Goodness, this is so fun!
#boop-o-meter#How To#self-booping#boop boop boop#boop#cat boops#kitty boops#Tumblr April fools 2024#April Fool's Day#Tumblr April Fools 2024#this is amazing#Tumblr booping#please @staff can we keep the booping?#includes images#includes alt text#alt text#LycoRogue original
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Lord, I love my dash right now!
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Screenshot of my dash. Four people I follow all sharing the latest “episode” of @buggachat‘s Bakery “Enemies” AU comic, all in a row. Then, two suggested blogs’ previews, the left-most one also sharing the BEAU comic. Then two more people in a row sharing the BEAU comic strip. Then a post by @heywriters. Finally, Buggachat’s upload of today’s BEAU comic.
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#ML#Miraculous Ladybug#fanfiction#fanfic#fancomic#fan comic#Buggachat art#Bakery Enemies AU#BEAU#This comic is just so good#I'm glad Buggachat is getting such recognition for it#I've clearly curated the right people to follow#long post#long picture#includes image#includes image ID#Includes image description#LycoRogue original
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Latest Story: You Pretended Not to Care
HOO BOY! THIS STORY! (And by that, I mean the source material) I've barely written 3k words of fictional prose since 2022. Then I read through episode 20 of the webcomic adaptation of Not Your Typical Reincarnation Story (aka I Thought It Was A Common Transmigration), and I churn out a 7200-word BEAST to fill in that "fade to black" we got.
I did try to write this so even if you don't know/remember the source material you can still (hopefully) enjoy this sweet bit of smut. Hope I did right by all of you!
Oh! And btw, it wasn't until after I had this story edited did I go back and find the English translation of the original Korean webnovel. I'm pleasantly surprised at how close I was to the character's motivation and inner monologue. It was so cool to find out that I was able to pick up on the crumbs the author (and adaptor) left for me.
Also, in case it isn't clear, any italicized text between two chevrons (<>) is Killian remembering passages from Edith's diary. Also, for any who may be unfamiliar with the source material, or who might need a refresher, the reason Killian had Edith's diary in the first place was because she used it as a handwriting sample to prove papers were forged in her hand.
Finally, I tried really hard to make it evident when I switched POVs. If any part (or the whole thing 😬) feels "head-hoppy" please let me know.
OK! Enough stalling!
Summary: When Suna Choi reincarnated as Edith Rigelhof, the villainess of the novel Suna read the night before she died, she knew she had to do everything possible to avoid Edith's cruel execution at the hands of her own husband. Seemed easy enough to avoid the pitfalls that led to Edith's demise. She attempted to befriend the novel's protagonist Rhyse Sinclair. She refused to be her despicable father's spy. Most importantly, she wouldn't fall in love with her husband Killian Rudwick. His heart already belonged to Rhyse, and his arranged marriage to Edith wasn't going to change that.
Despite her best efforts, Edith is still being forced down the same path as the original novel's plot. At least, that's what it seems like. But when Edith finally waves the white flag and decides to just follow the plot after all, the novel again has other plans. Edith steels herself for the next main plot point: a failed attempt to seduce her husband… except… this time it isn't going to fail….
**A more in-depth look at Episode 20 of the Webtoon adaptation that doesn't shy from the smut**
Rating: Mature/Explicit (due to description of a sex scene)
Word Count: 7,228
Status: completed one-shot
Continue reading below, or find this story over on AO3 or on DA.
You Pretended Not to Care
Dreading what she was about to do, Edith cracked open Killian's bedroom door. She hated this. She hated it all. She hated that she had no control over this life either. She hated that her fate was locked in. She hated that she had no choice but to have the entire Rudwick family despise her. To have Killian hate her.
Worst of all, she hated how she didn't hate him in return. She wanted to. She needed to. It would make everything easier. Despite the past three months, though, she didn't hate her husband. What's worse, there were those quiet moments where he didn't seem to remember that he was supposed to hate her as well.
Those quiet moments - those glimmers of hope that he could maybe learn to love her - were the cruelest parts of this new life. Those breaths of fresh air where she truly believed that she might have found a home where she could relax and enjoy life. That she found a loving family. That someone could maybe fall in love with her. That she wasn't destined to have her own husband cut her down while she begged for his mercy.
She didn't want to advance the story to its next plot beat. It was too painful to be so vulnerable, and for that vulnerability to be twisted into manipulation and used against her. She had no choice though. That was now clear. Despite how much she fought to not be the Edith Rigelhof she had read about, despite showing kindness and humility and making every strategic move she could think of to avoid Edith's downfall, the story marched on exactly the same.
Edith purposefully didn't pick out dresses for herself while the dressmakers were at the estate, and she was still accused of being rudely disapproving, unappreciative, and entitled. She graciously accepted the dainty ruby necklace Rhyse picked out for her, and yet Cliff still bought all of the other jewels for Rhyse in order to make a point. Just like in the novel. Edith wanted nothing to do with espionage and smuggling information to her father. She even sent him a letter stating precisely that. She was then framed and accused of espionage nonetheless. It didn't matter what she tried. The story was already written. There was no way to change it. The plot would just correct itself to keep following the path already carved by the novel.
Tonight, Edith will attempt to seduce her husband. There was no getting around it. The story would find a way to make sure of that. She'd probably still be accused of it; hated for it. She'd lose Killian no matter what she tried. She might as well lean into her fate. She could at least enjoy getting one kiss.
Edith stood beside Killian's bed. She stared at his beautiful face; his bangs fallen into his eyes. His white shirt was loose and partially unbuttoned, leaving a tantalizing view of his strong, broad chest. A chest she wanted to lie upon; to be held against. Edith knew she was doomed the second she set eyes on Killian. Not just because he was destined to literally kill her, but because – aside from his older brother's mesmerizing golden eyes – Killian was the most breathtakingly beautiful human she had ever seen.
She knew the deal. Killian was madly in love with his family's ward: Rhyse Sinclair. He'd spend his whole marriage to Edith loathing the arrangement and resenting his wife's very existence. It was impossible to win her husband's affection, especially away from gorgeous and charming little Rhyse. There was no point in falling in love with Killian.
She couldn't resist no matter how hard she tried, however. Even before being reincarnated as Edith, Suna Choi had preferred Killian. He was the secondary love interest of the novel Stop Obsessing Over Me, Brother! She knew that his attempts were hopeless, that Rhyse and Cliff were end-game. Still, the way Killian loved Rhyse and supported her felt so much more sincere. Suna had wondered what it would be like for Killian – or, really, any man – to love her the way he loved Rhyse.
And then she was reincarnated as his wife in an arranged marriage. She saw him pine over Rhyse instead of her. Suna didn't fault him, though. It was that devotion towards Rhyse that Suna had fallen in love with Killian for in the first place. She didn't begrudge Rhyse for making Killian smile so brilliantly. She just wished he would smile her way now and again as well.
After tonight, there was no hope that she'd ever see Killian smile again.
Good, she thought, I can't keep pretending this marriage will ever work out. I can't keep holding onto hope. After this incident, please hate me like you're supposed to. So that I can resolve my own feelings.
Edith brushed her hair back and out of her face as she leaned down towards her husband. His soft lips were temptingly parted as he slept; beckoning. It would be the last bit of fun Edith would be able to have. She could give herself a treat. Make what she was about to do worth it.
Even with how cruel Killian had been to her, though, she couldn't do that to him. She knew that he was saving every part of himself for Rhyse. He was going to hate Edith either way, but she couldn't bear to take that away from him. She wasn't the villainess they had all decided she was.
Instead, her lips drifted to his forehead, softly brushing his bangs out of the way without use of her hands. She soaked him in best she could; inhaling his scent as her lips tenderly kissed his smooth skin, the tension of his daily scowling at her relaxed as he slept.
Her lips lingered a bit longer than they probably needed. She didn't want to pull away and give up the only loving contact she'd probably ever have with her husband. Edith needed it all over with, though. She retreated slightly, but still stayed close enough that her face would fill Killian's vision as he opened his eyes.
Now, when he wakes up, Edith thought, he'll look at me with disgust.
She wanted to avoid this next part so bad. She feared seeing what true disgust would look like carved on Killian's angelic face. She knew she'd seen close, and it pained her each time she remembered each of those cold, heartless looks. This would be a new level, though, and she struggled to not cry in anticipation.
Killian stirred oh-so-slightly. His breathing shifted. His lashes fluttered.
Here it comes. Get it over with, Killian. Prove to me that you will only ever hate me.
Edith expected a scowl upon him seeing her. Shouting. Shoving. A demand for guards to take her out of his sight. A berating for her vulgar behavior.
She did not expect Killian's right hand snatching hold of her left wrist.
Edith jumped back, tugging slightly against Killian's tight, but still gentle, grip.
“You pretended not to care this whole time.” There wasn't any grogginess in his sharp tone. It was as if he had been awake the whole time. Edith panicked that he had somehow known about her seduction attempt and had faked being asleep.
She wiggled to break free, but Killian tightened his grip. Edith was startled not by his strength, but by his control. His grip was firm, unrelenting, and a bit ravenous. But it didn't hurt. The tension made it seem like he wanted to hurt her, and yet his grip never once clamped down enough, as if something inside him was able to stop his muscles just before breaking that thin line.
“Are you now so overwhelmed with lust,” Killian continued, “that you can't pretend anymore?” He was sat up in bed. His head was tilted forward, knocking his bangs back into his eyes, giving him a mischievous, fox-like stare. He finally smiled at Edith, but it wasn't the warm, beaming, kind smile he would give to Rhyse. This was a lecherous smile full of cunning and the satisfaction of a successful hunt.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! Everything else had gone exactly how Edith had read it in the novel. No matter how she handled the situation, the end result was always the same. Edith was still accused of being vulgar and entitled after the dressmakers visited. She was still left with just the dainty necklace while Rhyse received the rest of the stock the jewelers brought to the estate. Edith was still accused of espionage, put under house-arrest, and eventually let go. It shouldn't have mattered what she did that night. Killian was still supposed to awake disgusted with her seduction attempt.
Killian's look was anything but disgusted though.
“No,” Edith choked out in fear. Her mind raced as she tried to sort out what Killian was planning on doing with her. “I just--”
“That's fine,” he interrupted. With the elegance and strength only gained from years of sword mastery, Killian yanked on Edith's left arm, pulling her towards his bed while also flipping her onto her back. In an instant, he was straddling her knees.
Edith's long, red hair billowed out behind her like a messy halo; pinned beneath her body. Her left arm equally pinned to the bed by Killian's stern grip still on her wrist. Her right arm was free, but it felt too heavy to move as Killian looked down on her with that mischievously lustful grin.
“Satisfy me, Edith. Seduce me like the Rigelhofs taught you.” Killian started undoing another button on his thin, white shirt. His eyes drilling into his stunned bride beneath him. “Who knows? I might end up attached to your body.” His voice got deep and had a voracious gravel to it.
What is he doing? This isn't right! This isn't how it was supposed to go at all!
“W-wait! Killian!” Edith willed her right arm to move, and she pried Killian's hand off of her. Without him pinning her down, Edith sat up best she could. Her eyes flashed with worry, panic, and confusion. She knew this wasn't what Killian wanted. It couldn't be. The novel version of him had no interest in Edith. He would never fall for her seduction attempts. He was too devoted to--
“Are you sure...” She took a deep breath. She didn't want to ask. She didn't want to hear his answer. She didn't want him to change his mind. She knew she had to be certain, however. “You'll be alright with me?”
Killian stopped undressing himself. The passion and thrill of the hunt flushed from his face as Edith looked up at him in full earnest.
“...and not Rhyse?” she finished.
A pain shot through Killian's chest and his stomach twisted slightly. Does she truly not care, he wondered, enough to bring up my feelings for Rhyse?
He pulled away, stepping off the bed and allowing Edith to sit the rest of the way up. Her eyes were so huge and sincere. It was hard to not recognize the surprise painted across her face. It made Killian want to both retreat from her and devour her.
Even if we were forced into a marriage of convenience... she really doesn't expect anything from me, her husband....
Her lack of expectation from him infuriated him. She was fully aware of his love for Rhyse, and she had resigned herself to a loveless marriage. Even so--
<His face is glowing and his body is so hot! I can't stop drooling, just thinking about him....>
<I really think Killian is more my type than Cliff.>
<I happened to see him wave at Rhyse-- I thought I might be blinded by his smile.>
Killian was giving himself to Edith, and yet she stopped him. Even when he thought he was offering her exactly what she desired she still expected nothing from him.
Killian wanted to satisfy her. He demanded that she satisfy him, but he knew he wanted it the other way around. He wanted to reward her words in her diary. He wanted her to keep watching him and desiring him. He didn't want her to give up her fight for his affection. He yearned for her to crave him.
He rested a hand beside her leg on the edge of the bed, then made it creak slightly as he leaned towards her. She leaned away, giving him space as she studied him and tried to figure out his angle.
His angle was lust.
With the blinding swiftness he used before to catch her wrist and pull her onto the bed, Killian pinched Edith's chin between his thumb and forefinger. Halting her retreat instantly, Killian leaned closer, bringing her face inches from his. He stared intensely into her large, uneasy eyes, and delighted in how his boldness caused those doe eyes to soften and close slightly.
They were the furthest from Rhyse's eyes. Edith's large breasts – raising and lowering in quick, short breaths – were far from Rhyse's as well. Edith's full, supple thighs and curved hips were the opposite of Rhyse's slender frame. Her wavy, fiery red hair equally foiled the elegant fairness of Rhyse's straight golden-blonde locks.
Killian loved Rhyse. It was true. He'd do anything for her. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her. He delighted in her smile. He wanted to protect such a gentle and delicate woman. She was sunshine personified. He had wanted to give her his all.
Edith was the farthest from Rhyse that he could think of. Yet he also wanted to give her his all. In a different way. In a more primal way. He wanted to gift himself to Rhyse. He wanted to lose himself in Edith.
And yet, Edith hesitated when he offered precisely that. If this was what she wanted, why would she care if Killian would regret their night together?
“I should be asking you that question.” He whispered. Soft. Firm. Challenging. Playful. Aloof. Yearning. “Aren't you the one who was so confident in yourself that you would crawl into my bed in the middle of the night?”
She wouldn't believe him if he told her he wanted this. He wasn't even sure he could say those exact words.
Edith...
He'd get her to accept his offer. To forget Rhyse the way he did. This wasn't about her. This was about a man and his wife. This was about quelling a fire. This was about finally letting go and truly going for something he desired without hesitation.
Killian pressed his lips against Edith's.
Her eyes stayed wide; frozen in shock. Those lips weren't supposed to be hers, as much as she wanted them to be. They were Rhyse's. Killian had waited the last four years for her. He had never before felt the touch of a woman. Never tasted another's mouth. And yet he was pressed against Edith's.
It was a bit awkward. A little innocent, but still very lustful. Suna never felt this level passion before in her life. Either of them. It shot warm shivers through her core.
Killian ravenously pushed on her mouth with his own, trying to force her down. Edith retreated across the mattress, and he pursued her, crawling his way back onto his bed. His left knee wedged between her legs.
Edith's fear of the consequences and misconceptions of this night vaporized as Killian's kiss drained her brain of oxygen. This night alone didn't cause her eventual death, so why not enjoy the bliss?
With a gasp and slow exhale to steady his breath again, Killian pulled away. He towered over Edith as he remained kneeling with their legs interwoven. Before Edith could regain her own senses, Killian brusquely snatched her wrist once more.
<His face is glowing and his body is so hot!>
“After all the snooping and sneaking glances,” Killian aggressively teased, “now you can touch me all you want.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt and pressed Edith's right hand against his tight pectoral. With a shrug his undone shirt slid off his shoulders, revealing them to her as well.
Edith fiercely blushed as she remembered that Killian had read a portion of her diary the day of her questioning. Her face and ears burned as she tried to mentally recount exactly what she had said about Killian; what he could have possibly read. How lustful had she been in her writings? Was he just toying with her to teach her a lesson?
“N-no,” Edith stammered in a panic, “that's not what I...” Her eyes darted from her hand on his chest up to Killian's deep, dark eyes. The puckish grin and challenging stare had both fallen; softened. Killian almost looked defeated; pleading. He couldn't have possibly wanted – genuinely wanted – Edith to lust after him, could he?
His chest beneath her hand was firm and silky, but it rose and fell in uneven, subtly quivering breaths.
That's right. Killian didn't know the touch of a woman before now. He wouldn't possibly go this far just to mess with me, right?
“What I mean is...” Edith relented. She pressed slightly with her finger tips, and Killian's grip loosened, more cradling her wrist than actually holding it. He gently directed her to follow the crease separating his pecs. Edith's fingers quaked against the soft ridges of his chest. Before her mind could catch up with her body, her fingers slid down to his abs. She outlined each one with her nails, memorizing the sensation as it shook through her.
Killian's muscles were all the more defined as he directed Edith to explore them. He flexed each one as her fingers wandered. He had to. It was the only way to keep himself from shivering at her touch. He wasn't expecting the tingles along his skin. He didn't anticipate how much his body would miss the delicate tickle of her fingers as they roamed to a different part of him. He wanted to collapse into her. He wanted to give her everything she desired of his body. He wanted to devour her in kind. He wanted to tear the nightgown she was wearing. Ruin his sheets. Decimate his mattress.
He had always been able to keep his lust in check before. He was able to have full control of himself. With Edith, however? With her feather-soft touch? With those fierce quips? With those saucer-large inquisitive eyes? With that porcelain skin? He was becoming a beast and he needed to rein himself in.
“Are you happy now?” He asked her barely above a whisper. His voice strained as he struggled to contain himself. They hadn't even done anything physically strenuous, yet sweat already dotted his temples. He hoped Edith didn't hear him gulp down the sticky saliva making his mouth dry and his teeth hungry for her skin.
<I really think Killian is more my type than Cliff.>
He had never been preferred over his brother before. He was either Cliff's equal or he had fallen behind at some point. Killian knew his father would never overlook Cliff and name him heir of the dukedom instead. He also knew that it was pointless to think that he could ever win Rhyse away from Cliff. There was no world wherein Killian got what Cliff desired.
Killian didn't need to fight for Edith though. She was all his, and she preferred it that way. He wanted to make sure she would always choose him over his brother.
As he stared down at her, Edith melted at Killian's soft, flushed face. His tight voice rattled in her head; otherwise empty due to her brain traveling along with her fingers across Killian's exposed stomach. His hand giving her the guided tour.
Happy? she thought, I could spend the rest of my life just touching this man's waist, stomach, arms, and chest...
Suddenly, she realized he had asked her a question that she didn't answer. Blushing harder, she focused on her hand traveling back up to his left pectoral. She was acutely aware of what she had been doing, and how humiliating it was that he had read her diary and then called her out on what she wrote via... this! She couldn't look at him. Not into those soft, pleading, lost eyes.
She tried to ignore the quivering in her voice as she answered. “Huh? Oh... I-I...”
Killian used his right hand to continue directing Edith's fingers as they skated across his chest. Meanwhile, his left hand found her ankle and started venturing its way up her leg, pushing her skirt up slightly as he did. His nails dug tantalizingly into the back of her calf just below her knee.
“Yes...” Edith breathed, finally answering Killian. Yes! Good Power Almighty, yes! In both this life and her previous one, she had never been more happy. She wanted this to go on endlessly.
Screw restraint. Edith's breathy “yes” was all Killian needed. That single word was filled with tension begging to be released. It broke Killian's willpower. He needed her now. His hand snaked from outside her gown to under it, feeling the silky lines of her bare legs. A fever raced through him and his groin twitched.
Like a taught fishing line, Killian's eyes darted to the nape of Edith's neck. That obscene lure that snagged him their wedding night. With an invisible yank of the line, Killian's lips crashed into her neck.
Edith gasped and twitched at the touch, which just made Killian linger there all the more. His teeth gently scraped across her collarbone and his lips brushed against her skin in phantom kisses. Each inch his mouth crawled caused her to squirm and gasp again.
This was a fun game. He wondered how many times he could make her quiver. Was it infinite? Would she eventually numb to his touch? Could he turn that gasp into a squeak or a moan?
I can't believe I find Edith Rigelhof adorable...
Her chest heaved in shaky breaths against his bare chest, and his heart raced knowing how undone he was making his fiery bride. His hand crept higher up her thigh, his forearm pushing the skirt of her nightgown up and over her knee. All of his slow, methodical, gentle touches made her shift and squirm, and it excited him all the more.
“K-Killian!” she gasped as her leg twitched against his touch.
There must be something wrong with me, Killian mentally berated himself as he shifted his weight forward, creaking the bed again.
Then it happened. Edith groaned. It was strained, like she was fighting against letting the lewd sound escape her lips. It was soft and deep and rumbled out of her chest.
Killian ripped his arms out of his sleeves and tossed his shirt to the floor. He then crashed right back into Edith, concentrating on her right collarbone this time. His hand reaching her bare hip as he rested more of his weight against her.
Edith's mind went blank. She knew she needed to keep her wits about her. She needed to strategize. She had to deduce how this act would be twisted by the story to keep the plot on track. Prepare herself. Find a way to at least lessen the blow.
Instead, her mind was filled with Killian's lips on her skin and his hand on her hip; wordlessly instructing her to strip. She was more than happy to comply.
Shifting her weight, Edith slid the back of her nightgown up to her waist so she was no longer sitting on the skirt. Lightning shot through her as her fingers entangled briefly with Killian's. She then squeaked out his name as his hand followed hers and he caressed her ass.
“What's wrong?” Killian roguishly chuckled into Edith's ear before nibbling on it. “No final words for me tonight?”
He was right. It was mortifying for her to be his putty like this. She needed to take charge. Just as she had always done with him. She had never allowed him the upper hand before. Every time he had pushed her she would push right back.
First, she needed to regain her bearings.
Edith arched her head to try to pull away from Killian's insatiable mouth. It backfired and instead left more skin for him to explore, making her squeak with surprise. Her nails scraped across the sheets, and she gathered whatever loose cloth she could into her tightening grip. Her toes curled. Her stomach flipped. She had failed. She didn't want Killian's lips to ever leave her skin. She panted his name once more as she submitted to him.
Shifting his weight to better balance himself, Killian kept his left hand exploring Edith's leg and hip. His right hand then traced its way up her spine, searching for the tie to her nightgown. Upon feeling the soft ribbon tail, he tugged. Her gown loosened. The neckline instantly drooped and slid off her right shoulder, granting Killian more real estate to traverse. As his lips and left hand continued their private expeditions, Killian's right hand traveled back down Edith's spine, making her shiver at his touch.
His middle finger caught the buttons along the ribbon at Edith's waist. It was a bit more work to slide them back through their restrictive loops than he expected. Despite normally being a very dexterous person, Killian was clumsy with his unbuttoning, and he growled his frustration about it into Edith's shoulder. Gasping, Edith grabbed the back of his head and held him against her skin. Her hips shifted in his grasp as well. Her left leg pushing against his right, spreading herself more for him.
Killian's chest tightened. His nails pressed against her hip. He slid his left leg over, shifting her leg as well. A new fragrance wafted into the room. It made his head spin and his heart race. Cradling the back of Edith's head, Killian broke from her grasp and collided with her lips.
Running on an autopilot she didn't even realize she had, Edith massaged Killian's lips with her own, demonstrating the proper way their mouths should dance. Her tongue gently tapped against his lower lip. He instantly granted her entry, and she gingerly ventured into his mouth. He greedily pushed back, nearly choking her.
She pulled back with a gag, and Killian instantly stilled. Heat billowed off of them both as they stared each other down, studying their partner for their next move. Cradling each side of his face, Edith gently pulled him down to her. She gave him a cautious, closed-mouth kiss. He allowed her to set the pace, so she tested the waters with her tongue again. His lips parted hungrily and welcomed her inside. She gently pushed against his tongue before trying to wrap her own around his. Understanding, Killian responded in kind. Softly this time. He let her take the lead as his mind instead focused on her buttons again.
Edith rested her head against the bed, and pulled Killian down with her. She left her back arched for his hands to undo her buttons. The new angle helped him, and they loosened all the easier. Each time she felt her nightgown loosen a bit more around her waist, Edith ran her nails across Killian's back. Finally, the third button was released.
Realizing his task was done, Killian sharply inhaled Edith's scent. Pulling away from her mouth, he slowly let his breath back out with a ravenous sigh. His hands roamed her bare legs. Her hands explored his back. His heart pounded in his ears. He couldn't believe the next step he was about to take. There would be no undoing this night. He would never be able to pretend it didn't happen.
“Killian?”
Her voice was too gentle. Too breathy. Her eyes were too wide and pleading. Her hair looked too enticing sprawled out behind her on his bed. Her skin was too soft. Too warm. Too welcoming.
“Tell me what you want, Edith.”
“I--” She studied him. This was her out. She could escape before this whole thing went any further. They'd regret this in the morning. She knew that much. At least, Killian would regret it the moment his lust was satiated. She just needed to tell him no, and he'd probably let her leave.
She couldn't deny what she wanted though. The weight of his body pressed against hers was too sweet. The slight roughness of his swordsman-calloused fingers sent electricity through her. Her body was feverish and her mouth was dry and starving. She'd break if they stopped now.
“I want you, Killian,” she whispered.
That puckish smirk returned, along with a glint in his eyes.
“What do you want from me?”
“Whatever you are willing to give.”
“What if I already did that?”
Edith's face fell. Of course he was just teasing her, playing with her. Her face burned with embarrassment and desire. She curled in on herself, and nibbled her thumbnail to try to release some tension.
“Do you wish for me to leave then?”
Killian's stomach flipped as Edith looked up at him with a little pout. As he watched her bite down on her fingernail he instantly missed her mouth. He wanted to hear her pant again; moan again; to gasp out his name again. He would never sleep again if he didn't know those sounds by heart.
He leaned in so his lips were tantalizingly close to hers. “I wish for you to tell me specifically what it is that you want from me.”
Her gasping breaths tickled his lips. Edith's mind raced for the right answer. She knew this was a test of some sort. Her brain was too full of lewd thoughts though. Now wasn't the time for strategy. Before she could finish calculating, her mouth blurted out, “I want to feel you.” Her eyes darted towards his waist before blinking back to match his gaze. “All of you.”
Killian's crotch twitched. In an instant, his tongue was in Edith's mouth again, and his hand was tangled up in her hair. His free hand scrambled for the bottom hem of her nightgown, and he was startled to find her hand already pulling it up for him.
They broke away from each other, and he hurriedly peeled her gown up and over her head. He didn't look at the skin as it was exposed. Instead, his eyes followed the cloth as it slid up her body and through her long, thick hair before it dropped to the floor. When he turned back to his bride she sheepishly had her arms over her chest and her knees pressed against his leg still wedged between them.
Could Edith Rigelhof be shy about her body?
With a tenderness Killian didn't understand, he brushed his fingers against her exposed collarbone. He then played with her shoulder for a second, drawing a few circles and causing Edith to shiver at his touch. He then traced her arm down to her elbow, and then across to her wrist. His hand never ventured towards her breasts, instead concentrating on the goosebumps growing on his wife's arms.
Edith squirmed beneath him. Her breath quaked in anticipation. She fought the urge to just grab him and do whatever she needed to satisfy herself. She felt so close to the brink as it was already, it wouldn't take long.
What is he doing? she thought as Killian's feather-light touch skated across her skin. Why is he so--? It kept her a second to realize the word she was looking for was sensual.
She was still nervous about letting him fully see her. True, he had watched her in the tub their wedding night, but she was able to partially cover up, and the rose water obscured his view slightly. Killian's room was dark, but this was still different. He could destroy her at any second.
She didn't take her eyes off his face from the moment her nightgown was tossed to the floor. That fox-like mischievous hunger he first had when he caught her in his room was gone. As his hand traced her arm his eyes had a soft concentration to them. He focused on exploring every inch of her skin with genuine curiosity. His upper teeth brushed his lower lip, as if fighting against biting it. He gently pressed his knee against her bare crotch, and Edith resisted grinding against it.
Why isn't he simply taking me?
Then Edith remembered how new Killian was to all of this. As flustered as she might be, she still had some experience in her previous life. Killian didn't. When his hand reached her wrist she relented to his touch and let him pull her arm away with ease. With her free hand, she cradled his face and brushed his cheek with her thumb.
“Edith.” He whispered her name. He had no clue why. It was like a prayer. Like a confirmation that he wasn't actually asleep. She was there. She was waiting for him. She was gorgeous.
He started at the nape of her neck, then kissed down to her cleavage. He tasted the faint salt pooling along her skin. He felt her chest shiver at his touch. He focused on her soft panting. Her breasts were so velvety. He never imagined how pillowy they actually were. As his lips and tongue explored her chest Edith moaned again.
“Killian--” She sharply inhaled as he switched to the other breast. “Please.” She whimpered slightly, but held his head in place.
Hearing her plead with him awakened the animal instincts in him once more. In a flash, his pants were off and on the floor. He then grabbed behind each of her knees and angled her so he was pressed against her soft flesh. She gasped at him simply knocking on her door. Her heat engulfed him. Juices already welcomed him.
“Do it again,” he growled. It wasn't malicious. He meant to demand this of her, but his voice came out wanting.
“Hmm?”
“Plead.” He hoped she didn't hear the pleading in his own voice.
Edith's nails dug deliciously into Killian's upper arms as she weakly tugged on them. She looked up at him with her large, saucer-wide eyes, her eyebrows pinched in yearning. “Please,” she whimpered. “Keep going. Don't stop.”
Killian's crotch twitched again in response, and he thrust forward, causing Edith to cry out. His angle was off and he instantly knocked into bone.
Edith winced, but truly didn't want him to stop. She pulled his hands down to her hips. Then laced her legs around his waist, holding him in place so he couldn't retreat. She then shifted her hips and arched her back. As she readjusted around Killian he rubbed against her clit and she cooed.
“Are you okay?”
Edith blinked up at him.
Did he seriously ask me that?
She nodded. “Slow. Please?”
He complied. At an achingly slow pace, he slid out of her until just his tip remained inside. He then slid back in just as slowly, allowing Edith to shift and readjust his angle as he crept back into her. He watched every inch of her shifting body and blushing face.
“Like this?”
Edith whimpered out an affirmative as she bit her lip.
Killian gave her a couple more slow thrusts to memorize the proper angle. He felt like he was going to burst at this pace though. His whole body vibrated as he ached to build up the pressure faster.
“I can't keep going this--”
“Faster,” she interrupted. “Please.”
He gladly complied. Noting the angle he needed to be in, he shifted them both so he could thrust his hips faster. Edith cried out once more, and Killian instantly paused, nervous that he hurt her again.
“No. Please. Keep going,” she panted. “Like that. Please.”
He did as his wife asked of him, causing her to squeak and moan some more. It was becoming Killian's new favorite sound.
“Killian.”
No. Hearing her pant out his name like that. That was his new favorite sound.
He leaned in and kissed her neck and along her jaw. She shuddered at his touch and ran her fingers through his hair.
Suna had boyfriends in her past life. She had slept with them before. It wasn't terribly frequent, but she wasn't inexperienced.
Nothing felt as good as Edith felt in that moment, though. Her body was feverish. Tension was knotting in her stomach. Her mind grew foggy. Her skin tingled. Killian's body was the exact weight to counter the pressure building inside her.
Maybe it was the learned vigilance of a swordsman. Maybe it was because Killian was a virgin. Maybe it was because he was exploring and experimenting. Maybe it was because he was subtly looking to Edith for direction while pretending he was still in charge himself. But Edith had never known a man so attentive. Every changed note of her moans told him where to press. Every shift in her breath directed him where to kiss. Every mew that escaped her lips informed him of how fast he should be going. A few sharp gasps instructed Killian on where to focus while inside her.
“Killian,” she panted again. She was cusping the hill. Her whole body felt so tight. She didn't realize that sex could feel so amazing. She wanted more. She didn't want Killian to ever let her go.
His back was clammy against her greedy hands. The sweat from his chest mixed with hers. His primal grunts and growls only made her body heat up faster. His face remained buried in her neck and chest.
“Edith,” he gasped, causing her heart to skip. She didn't want to admit until that very moment that she had been wondering if he was just picturing her as Rhyse. That he was ignoring who he was actually sleeping with. That he was using her as little more than a sex doll stand-in for his true love.
“Edith, moan again for me.”
He quickened his pace again. One hand anchored him to the bed. The other wrapped around Edith's back and latched him to her. He rocked his hips, trying to remember to grind against her slightly as he thrust into her.
Edith's chest tightened as her breath became harder and harder to catch. She bit her lip and groaned against the tension. She whimpered with longing and pinched her eyes tightly closed. The pressure in her crotch increased, but the one against her stomach lessened.
“Edith.” Killian's voice shook as he struggled with his own tight chest. “Look at me.”
She did. She released a breath she forgot she was holding, and opened her eyes. He wasn't pressed against her anymore. He had pulled far enough away to look at her; watch her face again. He grunted as he quickened his pace once more, slamming hard into her. She didn't care. She needed that extra pressure as well. She winced, trying to trap a scream inside her throat.
“Don't.” He brushed her lip with his thumb. “Don't hold it in.”
He grunted and gasped as he climbed to his own climax. With an animalistic drive, he did whatever he needed to finish. He barely slid out of her, keeping the pressure of her vagina firmly wrapped around him.
Every inch of Edith felt too weak to do anything but let him use her. Still, she wanted to repay him for his efforts, so she tightened herself best she could. She instantly felt him pulse against her, and she screamed out. She didn't try to muffle herself this time.
Her constricting around him, followed by her crying out in ecstasy was the final push for him. Loudly moaning himself, he released all of that built up tension inside his wife. She responded in kind. Her back arched and she rocked onto the back of her head. Every muscle within her tightened like a rope about to snap. Her toes curled and her nails dug into his back. He felt her hips shift and her walls pulse around him; squeezing him dry. She cried out with a high pitched scream of pleasure, and her legs shook against his hips.
Both spent, Killian collapsed against Edith's chest. Her legs flopped to either side of him, and she melted under his weight. They both struggled to catch their breaths, but Edith had little problem running her hand through Killian's hair, petting him.
Killian was the first to even out this breathing. Gently, he lifted himself off of Edith and brushed his sweaty hair out of his face. Her hand rested against his chest, not ready to separate from him.
“Edith,” he whispered once more.
She couldn't respond. Her own breath was still too shaky.
Tenderly, he untangled himself from between her legs.
Here it comes. Edith looked away from him. He was satiated now. His senses would soon come back, and he would throw her out of his room; instantly regretful for his lapse in judgment.
Killian took her in. He watched her start to curl into herself again, her eyes tightly closed against him.
Is she nervous that I will want to go again before she recovers?
Killian brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her forehead.
Edith's eyes shot open, and she turned to face him. “Killian?”
He didn't say anything. He simply snuggled next to her and rested his head on her shoulder. He then pulled the sheets up around them.
“You should stay here tonight.”
She blushed as she nodded, then rolled onto her side. Killian's arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close to him. His body heat wrapped around her was soothing, and it wasn't long before she fell asleep in his arms.
Killian felt Edith's breathing slow as she dozed off. Her body relaxed against him. Her scent filled his nostrils, making him feel a little dizzy. He didn't hate the sensation though. Despite common sense screaming otherwise, he didn't hate anything that happened that evening.
He had been relieved to find out that Edith had woken up earlier that day, but didn't know how to approach her. He had feared that he was part of the reason she had fainted in the first place. He had assumed that she no longer wanted anything to do with him.
His heart had danced when he caught her in his room. She looked so earnest and innocent it had overwhelmed him.
Then he was inside her, and he never imagined a feeling so amazing. It took all of the willpower he had earned from years of training to not climax after that first corrected thrust. He couldn't let that opportunity go by so quickly. He focused on Edith instead of his own euphoria as best as he could to make it last.
Besides, after everything, didn't he owe Edith that much?
Killian kissed the crown of her head and pulled her in tighter.
What am I going to do with you, Edith Rudwick?
He buried his face into her plush locks, and fell into one of the deepest and most restful sleeps he remembered having.
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"seduce with caution" sounds interesting!
Ask is in reference to this WIP Title tag game. I have a whole tag just based around me gushing/raging/tearing my hair out over this project. 😅
To start, it's a fanfic within the Miraculous Ladybug fandom. For those not in the fandom, here's a quick primer: the show focuses on the teenage superhero Ladybug and her partner Chat Noir as they save Paris from supervillain Hawk Moth. Neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir knows their partner's secret identity, which makes things interesting since Ladybug is actually Marinette, classmate and friend to super model Adrien... aka Chat Noir. These secret identities have caused a bit of a complex romantic plotline the fandom has dubbed the Love Square*.
Now, the elevator pitch for Seduce With Caution is that, over the course of the 6 years since they've met, Chat Noir has developed the habit of visiting Marinette on a nearly-nightly basis. They have become best friends within these two personas - Chat Noir and Marinette - and one of their main topics of discussion is their failed love lives. One night Chat Noir proudly proclaims that he's sorted out how to get Ladybug to finally fall for him. Marinette playfully dismisses him. To prove his point, Chat Noir decides to try out his new flirting tactics on Marinette. Neither of them expected his new seduction moves to actually work. When they do, chaos ensues.
So now, 19yo Marinette is trying to sort out her newfound sexual attraction for 19yo Chat Noir and what that means for both her love for Adrien and her partnership with Chat Noir as Ladybug. Meanwhile, Adrien is also trying to figure out why Marinette swooning over him is such a huge turn-on. Is it just the swooning? Is it because it's swooning over his superhero persona instead of his model status? Is it because it's a friend of his instead of a random stranger? Is it because it's Marinette specifically? Can he get her just as hot-and-bothered as just plain old Adrien? Would it be as much of a turn-on if he could? What does ANY of this mean for his friendship with Marinette (both as Chat Noir and as Adrien) or his supposed undying love for Ladybug?
The story does progress into a MariChat (Marinette and Chat Noir) romance... aaaaand there's some smutty moments spliced in there.
Honestly? The story was originally going to be this crack smut one-shot. I had read the 4th and 5th chapters of Dressed to Confess by @zenmisery back in the summer of 2020. I was caught up in the MariChat make-out session, but also the fact that the two literally couldn't do much more than heavy petting due to Chat Noir's costume being magically incapable of being removed. He has a sort of magical chastity belt that he can't get around without detransforming and revealing who he is to Marinette. Well, my pervy brain had Marinette create a work-around, and I was simply going to write that scene: the two aged up and getting their little smut on thanks to Marinette's characteristic ingenuity.
My first attempts included Chat Noir doing a pole dance strip tease to get Marinette all riled up, and then she would reveal her master plan for him to actually disrobe without revealing who he was to her. I tried writing just that scene about 4x over the course of the next year. None of them worked.
Fast forward to August 2021 and I finally wrote a more subtle flirting/seduction scene. It was more sensual. It built up the tension better. It was accidental flirting. This was the scene I have been meaning to write! Huzzah! Eeeeeexcept... the whole point of Chat Noir "accidentally" flirting with Marinette was because he was practicing for Ladybug. I couldn't just have him and Marinette shack up! I had to have him get over Ladybug first... and Marinette get over Adrien.... and THEN get to the original smut scene!
It's the transition from regular Love Square to Reverse Love Square that has been holding me up since flippin' 2021! I have the first 3 chapters of this story pretty much locked in, I have a concept for the 4th chapter that I've been tweaking, and I have a few more scenes/chapters further along the plot that I have already sorted out/written. I'm excited for the bits I have actually put to paper (as it were), but it's the bridging moments that have been eluding me. I've attempted 9 different plotting strategies, and this final one seems to be working the best (especially if used in conjunction with a few of the other plotting tactics).
One of my New Years Resolutions was to have this story ready to publish by August... but it's not looking very likely. I HAVE been steadily** working on it, though... so there's that.
If you don't mind spoilers and want more info on this story, I have my latest plot outline attempt available here. Still needs lots of tweaks, but it's a start.
*For those who might not know what I mean when I say Love Square, here's the basic breakdown: Marinette is in love with Adrien, but he doesn't see her romantically because he's in love with Ladybug (but can only get the chance to tell her so as Chat Noir). Ladybug doesn't see Chat Noir romantically because of her love for Adrien, but she can't tell Chat Noir that because she fears it will somehow reveal her civilian identity. Ladybug also can't tell Adrien she loves him because she fears putting a civilian (Adrien) in danger if the Big Bad found out she liked him (think Mary Jane being targeted to get to Spider-Man). Adrien doesn't let Marinette (or really anyone) know he's in love with Ladybug because either (a) he fears people will pick on him for having a crush on a superhero, or (b) it might give away that he's Chat Noir.
Basically, the Love Square is this (complete with the couple names):
Reverse Love Square is exactly what it says on the tin.
**By "steadily"... well... I haven't really written MUCH at all the past three years. Depression is a beautiful thing, isn't it? I have kind of poked at it about once a month though... so... I guess that's steady. Right?
#writing#writing life#gushing about WIP#WIPs#wip title tag game#skarabrae-stone asks#thanks for the ask!#Seduce With Caution#ML#Miraculous Ladybug#story with eventual smut#aged up MariChat#MariChat#long post#includes images#LycoRogue original
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It's been months. MONTHS! since Miraculous Ladybug season 5 concluded. It's even been months since the Paris special aired. And yet, whenever I talk to anyone about s5 or the Paris special (or even the Eco special "Action"), this image comes to mind:
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The Epic Handshake meme. One overly-flexed muscular arm is labeled "Best, most epic writing of the series". The other overly-flexed muscular arm is labeled "Worst, most canon-breaking writing of the series". Their tightly clenched friendly handshake is labeled "ML season 5"
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#ML#Miraculous Ladybug#ML season 5#ML s5#Miraculous Ladybug season 5#Miraculous Ladybug s5#Best writing holy smokes mind blown#Worst writing omg I'm about to go feral on the writers#HOW IS BOTH TRUE ABOUT THE SAME DAMN SEASON!?#includes image#includes image ID#includes image description#described#LycoRogue original#epic handshake meme
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Hey, Art Tumblr! Could you help me out?
My peek animation aesthetic has always been what I can best describe as "early 20th century stop-motion paper animation".
The style used for the sets in the iconic 1902 movie A Trip to the Moon.
A Trip to the Moon
The style used in the Good Omens openings.
GOs1 Opening
GOs2 Opening
The style used in Of Monsters and Men music videos.
Little Talks
Dirty Paws (lyric video)
King and Lionheart
Even the style used in a Red Hot Chili Peppers music video.
Otherside
Any clue what this style of animation is called? Is this actually a bunch of different styles that all have a similar aesthetic? I'd love to learn more, but my Google Fu is atrocious and I just cannot figure out how to even begin to figure out what this style is called.
Any help is much appreciated!
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I still adore that in the May 15th and May 16th entries of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Jonathan originally comments about being at ease in the “ladies’ suite” he had found. He is comforted and feels more at home.
This is after he has effectively been damselled by Dracula.
I adore the parallels.
#Dracula Daily#Bram Stoker's Dracula#Tumblr book club#Jonathan Harker#May 15th entry#May 16th entry#Jonathan being given a more traditionally feminine narrative role#LycoRogue original
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Man, I wish I had the time to get back into video editing AMVs. This song just screams Gabriel Agreste to Emilie vibes.
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Watched Miraculous: Awakening last night. While I’m not going to take the time to write up a full critique/commentary on the movie, I will shout this:
THEY DID OUR POOR BOY PLAGG SO DIRTY!
The poor kwami had, like, five minutes of screen time (if that) and he was farting during all of it. I get giving him s1 vibes since he hadn’t had the chance to really get to know Adrien yet, but still! No!
(I will admit though, the movie having the kwamis refer to themselves as genies that can’t grant wishes does seem to add validity to my head canon that Plagg was Aladdin’s Lesser Genie of the Ring... so... there’s that...)
I don’t have the time or spoons (or even inspiration... sadly...) to write up a new Plagg appreciation story. But, to help cleanse our pallets, for those in need, I present the Plagg appreciation stories I have already written:
Breaking Monotony
Summary: Plagg's days are all starting to feel exactly the same. As he goes through yet another school day with Adrien, he wonders if he can do something to start shaking up the status quo. At the same time, though, he reflects on how great it is that his life is fairly predictable.
Word Count: 5,789
Rating: General Audience
Forever in Darkness
Summary: Plagg has always been in darkness. It had become all he knew. Then he got a ray of sunshine, and it helped save him. There was a reason he believes Adrien is the best Chat Noir ever.
Word Count: 4,701
Rating: Teen (for depictions of emotional torture and mentions of child executions)
The Truest of Friends
Summary: It's the second day of the new school year, which also means it's been a year since Stoneheart first attacked Paris. Adrien wonders how he could best celebrate the anniversary of becoming Chat Noir, and how to properly showcase how much he cares for someone very special in his life.
Word Count: 3,254
Rating: General Audience
I Need Him Back
**SPOILERS: NY Special** (written before Kuro Neko aired)
Summary: Marinette has no clue what to do without her Chat Noir. All she wants is for her partner back. Plagg is just as distraught without his holder, but maybe he can find a way to get the ring back to Adrien. The trick is doing so without revealing who Chat Noir was to Marinette.
Word Count: 5,689
Rating: General Audience
Cataclysm the Doubt
Summary: Barely three hours into becoming a new father, Adrien is not handling the life change very well. It’s a good thing Plagg is right there to get the twenty-something’s head on right. Being able to cataclysm physical things is certainly easier, but sometimes a metaphorical cataclysm is the best option.
Word Count: 1,677
Rating: General Audience
The next Friday 13th is in October, so feel free to join me in celebrating Plagg Appreciation Day. ^_^
Also, if anyone else has Plagg-centric/Plagg-appreciation stories, please add them and/or tag me. I’d love to read them!
#ML#Miraculous Ladybug#ML movie#Miraculous Awakening#Plagg#Plagg appreciation#Plagg deserved better#writing#LycoRogue writing#Plagg Appreciation stories#Plagg-centric stories#LycoRogue original
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I DID IT!
To be fair, I "cheated" a little. Probably about 500 boops I gave were to myself. So I have significantly more received boops than given boops. Which is why the Received is LOL instead of still at MAX.
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My second year reading along via Dracula Daily, and I STILL feel like we somehow missed an entry (I need to not be lazy and just check the actual damn book, but I’m assuming the error would have been corrected by now if an entry truly was missed).
May 9th - Mina apologizes to Lucy for taking so long to respond, but adds in her PS that Lucy “[has] not told [her] anything for a long time.” To which....
May 11th (just 2 days later) - Lucy rebukes Mina’s claim by saying she has already sent 2 letters to Mina, and Mina has only just recently sent her 2nd letter. Lucy then confesses at the end of her letter that she’s in love with Arthur Holmwood; her secret is out!
And then? Nothing! No return message from Mina! Poor Lucy gets left on read until she AGAIN sends ANOTHER letter 13 days later, after she’s been proposed to by THREE DIFFERENT MEN all on the same day!
(Spoiler, but... Lucy NEVER gets a response from Mina... at least, not in the text. Which is a shame, because I’m curious about Mina’s response to Lucy’s 3 proposals. Regardless of my feelings on the matter, the next entry we get from Mina isn’t until she meets up with Lucy in-person alllllll the way on July 24th! TWO FULL MONTHS AFTER PROPOSAL DAY!)
Okay, fine. Mina DID warn that she’s overwhelmed with work (and, later, worry over Jonathan). HOWEVER - and this is why I am like, “did... we miss something???” - Lucy opens her May 24th letter to Mina with a seemingly sincere “Thanks, and thanks, and thanks again for your sweet letter. It was so nice to be able to tell you and to have your sympathy.”
Where’s this letter!? You’re telling me we get Arthur’s 2-sentence telegram today saying “I’ll never miss an opportunity to drink and gossip” but we can’t get Mina gushing with joy over Lucy finding love????
Or.... was that “thanks, and thanks, and thanks again” supposed to be sarcastic because Mina, in fact, never did send a letter???????
#Dracula Daily#Bram Stoker's Dracula#tumblr book club#meta#Mina Murray#Lucy Westenra#Arthur Holmwood#May 24th entry#May 26th entry#why don't we get more from Mina early-novel?#Mina's missing letter#what do you think it said?#LycoRogue original
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