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sapphicromanoffxo · 8 months

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hiiii, just saw you started to write and i really liked your first wandanat headcanon so what do you think of sugar mommy!nat X sugar baby!wanda? 👀

Aaahhh I screamed with I got this request because I loveeee sugar mommy Nat so much. I also got carried away on this one and this might be a multi chapter fic. Let me know your thoughts! 🤭🫡

Lucky Ones | i. Chance meeting

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: specified legal age gap, Nat is 35 while Wanda is 21 (nothing much as of yet? 🤭)

Rewritten 03/19/2024

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In recent weeks, college life has been hectic, but a welcome break has arrived in the form of Engineering convention week. This week-long event offers students a break from their regular studies, providing a platform to delve deeper into their field through different seminars and workshops. Beyond the confines of classroom theory, students seize the opportunity to expand their knowledge and get the chance to interact with other students as well. Amidst the event, quirky competitions like the pasta stick bridge-making challenge add a dose of excitement, prompting a laughter among participants as they witnessed their own creation fail.

Among the throng of students revelling in this educational event is Wanda, a sophomore in the civil engineering department. She was one of the fortunate students who had been granted a scholarship, though it was never easy to be one of the scholars since she took multiple tests in order to be included on the list. The delight and relief that she felt when she received an email regarding the scholarship was a weight off her shoulders since she would work as a barista in a cafe and would tutor kids for extra income, just enough to sustain her basic necessities.

At the end of the event, a lecture will be held and the chosen speaker was a well respected and sought-after engineer. Natasha Romanoff, CEO of a big construction firm that is very well-known and popular in the engineering industry.

Wanda was so excited to attend the lecture since the woman was the engineer who had provided a scholarship program to the students who are in need of one. She's also hoping to meet Natasha and give her thanks in person.

Wanda found the lecture highly informative and was thoroughly impressed by Natasha's presentation skills. Natasha adeptly explained technical concepts in structural engineering, providing practical examples to illustrate theories.

"I'm grateful for the invitation to speak today, and it's heartening to see so many people sharing my passion for this field. Best of luck with your educational endeavours."

A round of applause rang out throughout the room as they praised Natasha for her wonderful lecture. Wanda was disappointed when it concluded after two hours, wishing it could have been longer to absorb more insights from Natasha.

As Natasha stepped down from the elevated platform, Wanda stood and walked to the side of the room to greet her. Her hands grew clammy with nerves at the prospect of meeting Natasha, so she wiped them on the side of her pants before approaching.

"Um, hi, Miss Natasha. I'm Wanda," she stammered, her nerves evident in her shaky voice. "I just wanted to introduce myself since I'm one of the recipients of your scholarship offerings."

Wanda's words tumbled out in a rush until she finally came face to face with Natasha. Oh, the woman was stunning. Her emerald green eyes shimmered under the lights, her face adorned with a delicate layer of makeup, and a lop-sided smile gracing her lips. It sent a flurry of butterflies fluttering in Wanda's stomach, causing her to trail off momentarily in awe.

"Hello, Wanda. I do recall your name from the list of potential grantees," Natasha greeted warmly, extending her hand. Wanda eagerly clasped it for a handshake.

"I wanted to personally thank you for the opportunity to study at this prestigious university," Wanda expressed her gratitude sincerely to the woman before her.

"You are most welcome, dear. I hope you enjoy your time here and make the most of your learning experience. I'm eager to see what the future holds for you," Natasha replied graciously, her voice laden with warmth at the same time with power. Without hesitation, she offered her personal calling card to Wanda and added that she can call her if she needed help.

After several days of their initial meeting, during which Wanda found herself repeatedly glancing at the card Natasha had given her, she finally summoned the courage to send a message to the other woman. Despite the initial nerves, both Wanda and Natasha quickly agreed to stay in touch, eager to get to know one another.

Natasha's curiosity about Wanda was obvious, as she frequently inquired about her life and interests. Wanda, accustomed to solitude with few friends to confide in, soaked up Natasha's interest with open arms, grateful for the opportunity to share even the simplest details about herself. She would find herself daydreaming about the woman and would always think about the fiery eyes that once looked at her.

Wanda had revealed that she works at a cafe near the university and Natasha began visiting Wanda, initially keeping things friendly and casual. However after a few days of exchanging messages, Natasha's intentions became clear as she expressed her desire for Wanda to work for her, albeit with certain conditions.

Natasha offered to alleviate Wanda's financial burdens, but in return, Wanda would be at Natasha's beck and call. Intrigued by the prospect and Natasha's wealth and beauty, Wanda accepted the proposition, gladly.

Their relationship started slowly, with Natasha's first demand being that Wanda quit her job to focus solely on fulfilling her needs and wants.

After a while, Natasha provided Wanda with a credit card with no spending limit, encouraging her to make purchases that pleased her. This newfound financial freedom was overwhelming for Wanda, who had grown up in an average family and struggled to comprehend the costs of clothing she's been buying, which often equaled her rent expenses.

Natasha didn't rush into inviting Wanda to live with her, understanding that the young woman was still in the process of adjusting to her new environment. Instead, Natasha took a more gradual approach, fostering a close working relationship with Wanda. She even offered Wanda a temporary position, since she is still a college student, within her company to further develop her skills, a gesture that reflected Natasha's genuine interest in helping her grow.

Their daily interactions were filled with stolen kisses, though their affection was only limited to innocent touches and loving gazes. They both understood the need to keep their relationship discreet. After all, Wanda was still a student, just 21 years old, while Natasha, at 35, had already established herself in the industry. Despite the significant age gap, Wanda embraced the dynamic and, in fact, preferred older women, anyways.

While their relationship continued to progress, Wanda occasionally found it frustrating to witness the persistent attention men directed toward Natasha. These men were driven by either a desire to win her affection or to secure business partnerships. Wanda, in these moments, had a front-row seat to all the effort and charm these individuals put into their attempts to impress Natasha.

However, Wanda couldn't help but be captivated by Natasha's commanding presence. Natasha's innate dominance seemed to effortlessly exude from her, especially when she was fully immersed in her professional space. For Wanda, this aspect of Natasha's personality was not only alluring but also a source of pride.

As the months passed and their connection deepened, Natasha decided to invite Wanda to move in with her, a proposition that Wanda enthusiastically accepted without a moment's hesitation.

When Wanda moved in with Natasha, it was a big step forward in their relationship. Natasha was determined to make Wanda feel truly involved and committed to carefully planning how to keep their relationship strong and growing. Natasha laid out her honest and thrilling intentions to Wanda.

"From this day forward, you belong to me, as I belong to you. I am committed to fulfilling your needs, desires, and wishes. In return, I do hope that you will obey and respect my demands, as long as you're comfortable with them."

Upon hearing Natasha's confession, a shiver ran down Wanda's spine. It was the moment she had been both anticipating and fearing. She couldn't resist the pull of her emotions, surrendering her inhibitions willingly to the woman who had consumed her thoughts, day and night.

In return for her commitment, Natasha offered Wanda more than she had ever dared to dream of – a stable home and financial security. These were luxuries that had seemed out of reach, especially considering her past. However, this newfound comfort came with a significant price tag: her freedom. The demands of Natasha's commitment meant that Wanda would have limited independence. Yet, in Wanda's eyes, this trade-off was more than acceptable. The burden of financial worries was lifted from her shoulders, allowing her to focus entirely on her academic pursuits.

"You, Natasha Romanoff, a woman who took me by surprise. To this very moment, I find myself wondering what it was about me that captivated you so dearly. You went through the lengths just to get me close to you. Even if you don't have all this luxury and wealth, I think, I would still be into you."

"Well, it's all because of your good looks and enchanting mind, I can help but to be intrigued. It also didn't help that you look like you are begging for someone to put you in check and tell you what to do. Tell me I'm wrong, detka," Natasha says with much confidence, while looking the young woman right in the eye.

"It all became clear that I do want to be controlled by someone and you are the only person in this world that I would trust to do that."

Natasha smirks at Wanda's admission.

Everything that she planned is falling into place.

#natasha x wanda #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wandanat fanfiction #wlw #marvel #black widow #scarlet witch

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masterjedilenawrites · 21 days

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For the cuddles and snuggles prompts, I offer you number 19, hugging/holding them from behind, for either Rexy Boy, Fives, or Howzer (whichever one strikes the inspo!)? I think any of them being hugged from behind would be adorable and/or dorky <3

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Snuggle Drabbles #2

Howzer x reader | 550 words

Content: fluff, hugs, reader has a family

Prompt: Hugging them from behind

Howzer was perfect.

Standing so naturally, so confidently amongst your family. Easily laughing along to your dad's corny jokes. Flawlessly timing his compliments of your mom's home. Fitting in with the quirky and sometimes chaotic dynamic your family had as if he'd been here the whole time. You couldn't help but stop in your tracks, holding the salad bowl you were supposed to be preparing, and instead watching him with so much adoration you worried you'd collapse from the weight of it.

He'd been so nervous, too, meeting your family. It wasn't common for clones to be in a relationship, let alone one so serious as to warrant bringing a whole family into it. He'd had no idea that was even a thing you were interested in until you'd asked if he was ready. And then he'd spent the whole week asking questions. How was he supposed to act? What was he supposed to say?

So to see him like this now, so much more at ease, no trace of apprehension left on his relaxed features, also made you burst with pride. Your man was up for any challenge.

Eventually your dad left the conversation to check on the grill, and your mom decided to run to bathroom before dinner. You quickly snatched the opportunity. You sat down the salad bowl on the closest nearby surface and made your way up behind him. Howzer was distracted, gazing across the yard, and so he made a startled grunt once he felt your arms snaking around his middle from behind.

"What are you doing there?" he asked through the chuckle that followed.

You pressed your face into his back and smiled, knowing he'd feel it. "I just missed you, s'all."

"Missed me?" His hands encircled your arms, rubbing them gently. "You weren't gone that long."

"Felt like it," you mumbled.

He hummed. "Didn't realize dumping a bag of lettuce into a bowl was so taxing."

You had to release him briefly in order to swat at him for that. "Shh! Don't tell my mom it came out of a bag! She thinks I still have a garden."

His body started to shake with amusement in your hold. "Oh, is that what those weeds on your patio were supposed to be?"

You swatted again, only for him to capture your wrist and use it to pull you around to face him. You kept your body and one arm snuggly pressed against him as you moved.

"Hi," he smiled down at you.

"Hi," you whispered sweetly back. It was like you were sharing a secret. Just the two of you. It didn't even matter that your dad was likely sneaking looks over his shoulder or that your siblings would probably start teasing as soon as they made their way outside.

"You're perfect, you know," you said.

Howzer chuckled nervously. "I don't know about that..."

"You are," you repeated. It was fact.

Before he could protest further, you leaned back into him and hugged him fully. You turned your head to rest against his chest and for a moment caught your dad awkwardly trying to appear as if he hadn't been eavesdropping the whole time. You simply smiled and let yourself enjoy the moment for however much longer it would last.

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jgjmk4-2 · 10 months

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Hi hello! It me! I loved the way you wrote about the shaky hands MC 🥺 It was so lovely.

So, I have another idea! How about a reaction from Nobunaga, Kennyo, Kenshin, Yukimura and Shingen on meeting an MC that is a warrior monk? I just want that girlboss to be a badass sometimes, but Cybird is adamant on making her helpless.

Looking forward to seeing how you tackle this one 😌 Hope you have a fantastic day!

Hello!! Funny you come up with this concept because Cybird recently released that story sale "Forging her own path" which I think is supposed to be one where MC is a girl boss! I didn't buy though so idk if it's actually good 😅 This prompt is kinda cute though, I bet their reactions would be priceless!

Nobunaga:

It amuses him greatly that a woman is a warrior. He is slightly curious; she can be religious, fine, but what made her want to become a warrior as well?

He doesn't have a problem with people chasing their ambitions, but thinks that you're naive girl that just wants to play around and has never seen the battlefield before.

Doesn't blatantly show it, but slightly looks down on her until one of his soldiers gets in trouble with you because he took a pee on the corner of the temple grounds.

When he watches you beat his trained soldier with a broom stick with disciplined technique whilst reprimanding him, Nobunaga's eyes widened and he has newfound respect for you. Cue the love story of an ambitious man falling in love with quirky yet strong warrior monk.

Kennyo:

Absolutely not!! You and Kennyo are childhood friends, with him being a few years older than you, and he feels like he needs to protect you as an older brother (or maybe something more? 😉). So watching you swing around a sword, spear or whatever you can get your hands on almost gives him a heart attack.

He keeps questioning where he went wrong with his teachings; you used to be a quiet, good girl who would never even think of hurting a fly. Little does he realise how much you changed just to help him fight for his cause.

At every chance possible, he discourages you from becoming a warrior monk, but you're stubborn and insist on training and sweating with the other warriors.

But there is nothing Kennyo can do but respect your wishes as your skills and charisma slowly elevate you to a commander and his men are bowing their heads to you.

Kenshin:

Absolutely NOT 2.0. Women should NOT be on the battlefield, they need to be protected, safe, cared for and out of harms way.

It completely goes against his ideals and Kenshin can't stand it. He initially feels disgusted when the warrior monks introduce a woman as their leader.

And yet, he is slightly curious as to why all these men are choosing to follow you and choosing to bow their heads to you. You can sense this, so you confidently offer him a sparring session. He refuses to spar you, but when one of his underlings is brave (or, actually, foolish) enough to accept your challenge Kenshin watches as you disarm his solider and send him straight onto his bottom!

Okay, most women shouldn't be on the battlefield, but this one is a special case... Kenshin ignores the loud thumping in his chest.

Yukimura:

He first sees you training, shouting along with the other monks as you swipe your deadly weapon in a trained, fatal curve. You look tough... almost like a boar.

Boar woman, Boar woman, Boar woman, Boar woman, Boar woman.

It slips out of his mouth, earning him a smack on the head from the butt of your spear, a glare and an angry huff. Yukimura's heart strangely flutters under your direct, fearless gaze then.

But he also notices the little cuts and bruises on your hand from tough training. Wanting to get a little closer to you, he stops by your room later to pass you some salve and bandages, ones he keeps on handy for his own training. Not that he cares if you use or not though!!! >//_//<

Shingen:

WOW, you go girl. Being a warrior monk doesn't make you any less of a goddess to him. You're still beautiful even with a sword in your hand. In fact, he'd argue that you're most beautiful when you're training, focused and sweating.

Shingen invites you for dates at local tea houses, sends you sweets and flowers but is amused when you reject all of them and head to training instead.

Okay, okay, fine, no dates, no sweets, no flowers. Shingen wakes up early in the morning to give you some company. He babbles away whilst you train, which gives you some entertainment, but sometimes you scold him for distracting you.

Eventually, you warm up to him. His stories are interesting and it makes you put down your saber to listen to them at times. When Shingen offers to tell you more stories at a tea house after training, you finally accept. It becomes routine for the two of you - morning training followed by breakfast with Shingen's intriguing stories. Lads, take notes.

#head canon #ikesen #uesugi kenshin #shingen takeda #nobunaga oda #Kennyo #yukimura sanada #otome #headcanons #ikemen sengoku #ask #headcanon #anime #jgjmk4-2

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gghalcyon · 6 months

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Bucky met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss.

Title: The Sweetest Risk | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Rating: General | Words: Part 1/1 (1053 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Week 1, Day 2 Prompt: “Sweet Potato Pie” | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes shoots his shot and asks Sarah Wilson on a date.

Bucky smiled as he carefully balanced two white boxes with two pies from Sarah's favorite bakery downtown in one hand and a paper bag with an armful of flowers in the other. He stepped up to her porch two at a time and knocked on her door. When she opened it, Sarah smiled widely when she saw the pies and flowers and hugged Bucky.

He had decided to bring something special for Sarah when she had invited him over for dinner with her brother Sam and her boys. He had remembered Sam mentioning that sweet potato pie was Sarah's favorite, so he had gone downtown to her favorite bakery and picked up two. He also couldn't resist buying her a bouquet of flowers, hoping it'd show her his intention to get to know her better.

As Sarah invited him inside, Bucky couldn't help but notice how the dim light of her living room made her eyes sparkle. He had always felt a connection to her, and he cherished how welcoming she was to him.

Dinner was a lively affair, with Sarah's two kids, AJ and Cass, eagerly relating stories of their school day and Sarah's laughter easily filling the room. Bucky smiled, noticing how comfortable and at ease everyone seemed in her presence. As they ate, conversation flowed effortlessly among them--talking about books they had read, the latest movies, politics, and even the quirky neighbor down the street.

Amidst all this, Bucky found himself stealing glances at Sarah from time to time. He couldn't help but be drawn to her vibrant spirit and easy warmth surrounding their dinner table. Whenever his gaze met hers, she smiled knowingly back at him, and he felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine each time they locked eyes.

After dinner, Sam challenged his nephews to a race of their new toy trucks in the living room. The kids cheered and squealed in delight as their little vehicles zoomed around on the carpet.

Bucky smiled as he watched the kids laughing and racing their little toy trucks around the living room. They were so carefree and happy in that moment, making him feel happy for them.

He and Sarah soon went about cleaning up the dinner they had shared. Sarah had prepared a delicious meal, and Bucky noticed how peaceful and comfortable the kitchen was compared to the chaos in the other room. As they worked together, they kept up a steady conversation about movies, books, and other topics easily.

Bucky couldn't help but steal glances at Sarah as they worked. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, revealing her soft neckline, and she had ditched her sweater in the kitchen's warmth. He was struck by how casually beautiful she was--he noticed how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about or how her lips slightly curved upwards into an easy smile when she laughed at one of his jokes.

Bucky and Sarah continued to clean together comfortably. As Bucky reached for a plate, Sarah's hand accidentally brushed against his metal arm. He instinctively tensed, expecting her to recoil from the reminder of his dark past.

But instead, she simply smiled softly and gave him an understanding look. Sarah didn't flinch away. Instead, her fingers lingered, openly grazing along the smooth metal plates. She touched his arm as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Just like she had accepted every part of him since they first met, seeing him for who he was now, not who he used to be.

At that moment, Bucky felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. He met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss. She inched forward to meet his, but Sam's voice in the other room distracted them and she pulled away.

From the living room, Sam's voice rang out. "Cass, no throwing the trucks!" Then softer, to himself, "Definitely gotta talk to Bucky about flirting with my sister..."

Bucky ducked his head sheepishly, but Sarah just grinned and playfully bumped his shoulder. "Don't worry about him," she whispered. As she slid her hand down Bucky's metal arm, he shivered pleasantly.

"It's nice getting to spend time with you tonight," she said softly. "Joining us for dinner meant a lot for the boys."

"Just the boys?" Bucky couldn't help but shoot his shot, feeling a connection grow between them.

Sarah smiled beautifully at him. "It meant a lot to me too. I figured you'd already know that."

Bucky swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest as he nervously looked into Sarah's eyes. He wanted to make the most of this moment, to express the feelings he had been harboring for her since they had first met.

"Maybe next time you'll let me cook for you, just us two," he blurted out, instantly regretting how cheesy it sounded.

Sarah tilted her head and gave him a small grin. "Yeah?"

The corners of Bucky's mouth lifted into a timid smile as Sarah waited patiently for his response. He nodded slowly, feeling bolder than before. He stepped closer and caught her hand, gently running his thumb over her knuckles. "Go on a date with me, Sarah?"

Sarah blushed and looked up at him through thick lashes, her eyes bright and her smile as beautiful as ever. "Yes. I'd really like that, Bucky."

Bucky couldn't help but smile widely and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. This amazing woman was going to give him a shot.

The two of them stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Sam's voice interrupted them from the living room. "You two almost done in there?" they heard Sam call out.

Bucky and Sarah shared knowing glances and chuckled to themselves. Sarah called back to Sam jokingly, "Almost," before returning to Bucky.

Yeah, he was definitely in trouble here with Sam for asking Sarah out on a date. But one look at her glowing smile made him think some risks are worth taking.

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dianneking · 1 year

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Fanfiction Masterlist

Mainly in the Gwendoline Christie fandom & adjacent.

Requests are open, but I am slow at writing, so it might take a while to get to it.

You can also find most of my fics on my AO3 profile, DragonMist.

Ongoing weekly writing challenge masterpost.

Collections: 10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes (100-word angsty drabbles with Gwendoline Christie’s main characters)

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Larissa/Reader

- Entwined Destinies - Oneshot, gn! Reader is an empath and a teacher |Tumblr Also on AO3

- Intoxicated - Two-shot, gn! Reader is a vampire and a teacher. Drunkennes, angst and drama |Part 1 - Part 2 Also on AO3

- Dangerous Games - Oneshot, gn!Reader is not jealous. Larissa tries to prove them wrong. Angst. | On Tumblr and AO3

- Nightmares - Fluff & Comfort fic, established relationship | also on AO3

- She - Songfic based on Dodie's song, angst, larissa x Librarian!Reader - also on AO3

- I wish I knew (you wanted me) - Oneshot, mutual pining. Larissa announces her engagement, Reader thinks something’s off| also on AO3

-Loving You (Amandoti) - Sad! Angst, hurt no comfort. Songfic. Larissa’s wife waits for her on their anniversary, but Larissa won’t come home | also on AO3

-Breaking the Silence - Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort. R! wants answers. | also on AO3

- The Affair - Morally Ambiguous Larissa x Teacher Reader. Multichapter. | Also on AO3

Larissa/Marilyn|Laurel

- Surprising Like Good Coffee On A Bad Day- Longfic (30k+ words), coffee-shop AU, slow burn, COMPLETE! | Only on AO3

-Jealousy (I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him) One-Shot, Angst, Jealous!Larissa | also on AO3

- SOS One-Shot, Fluff, Flustered Larissa| also on AO3

- All in her head One-shot Post-canon Fix-it. Laurel is visited in the hospital by Larissa | also on AO3.

- The Disease - Hanahaki trope with not-really-unrequited love b/t Laurel and Larissa | also on AO3.

Morticia/Larissa

- Shapes of Love - Longfic AU (SW!Larissa x RichWidow!Morticia), COMPLETED | Only on AO3

Marilyn/Reader/Larissa

- Between Them (There is no Space)- Two-shot, angst and feels. | Tumblr Part I Part II Also on AO3

Marilyn/Reader

- Secret Admirer - Oneshot, Ungendered Reader, Angst, jealous Marilyn and protective parental figure Larissa. From an anon request | also on AO3

- In Sickness - Minishot, slice of life. Marilyn takes care of sick SO reader | On Tumblr only.

- Running yourself to the ground - Oneshot, Hurt/comfort, Platonic. TW: Self harm | On Tumblr only.

- Spa Night - Oneshot, Fluff | On Tumblr

Larissa/Morticia/Gomez

- First Evening Back - Oneshot, short fic, angsty polyamory negotiations, feels. | Only on AO3

- Larissa’s Gloomy Summer - Multichapter fic. 19k words| Polyamory negotiations, quirky with feelings. | COMPLETED | on AO3 only.

Brienne of Tarth/ Reader (Game of Thrones)

- Unrelenting Love - Songfic to Madeline by Kiki Rockwell, Epic Love | also on AO3

- It’s not too late if we’re alive - WWII AU oneshot where Brienne is an officer, R is a nurse,,and they are former lovers | also on AO3

-On The Seashore - Queerplatonic Prompt Fic - Brienne and R are adventurers together and there’s talk of settling down | also on AO3

Miranda Hilmarson (Top of the Lake: China Girl)

- Hold me (I need to cry) - Robin Griffin x Miranda Hilmarson. Robin realizes her feelings for Miranda and breaks down into her arms | also on AO3

- The Set-Up - Miranda x Reader | Mutual pining, idiots in love | also on AO3

- In Her Arms - Robin x Miranda. Prompt: Queerplatonic Relationship. Angst and Fluff. | also on AO3

Captain Phasma x Reader (Star Wars)

- -Curiosity killed the cat - ...and satisfaction brought her back | two-shot NSFW smut | Only on Tumblr

- Daddy's girl | NSFW smut, sugar daddy Phasma | also on Ao3

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman)

- Stranger in the Park | Lucifer x Reader post-breakup hurt/comfort fic| on AO3

Rare Pairings & No Pairings

- Paradise - Larissa Weems/Valerie Kinbott - Fluffy angst - Valerie finds Larissa dancing in her office | also on AO3

- Unscrupolous - Laurel Gates/ Sheriff Galpin - Darkfic, Emotional Manipulation. | only on AO3

- Time, and other hazy concepts - adult Wednesday / Larissa Weems | Weird, stream of consciousness fic | also on AO3

- The Painter (Larissa Weems Snippet) - super short ficlet focused on Larissa’s past as a model for a painter. TW: Drug use mentions, off-screen death.| Only on Tumblr.

- New Teacher in Town (Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Mel is the new hire in Nevermore. Larissa has some issues with it.| also on AO3

- Happy Birthday, Blondie! (Larissa x Melissa) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Also on AO3

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cookiesandbiscuits · 8 months

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Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Writing Challenge Prompts

> Cookie's Writing Challenge Event Rules

September 15: Sweets

September 16: Sunflowers

September 17: Rest

September 18: Excitement

September 19: Animals/Zoo

September 20: Games

September 21: Beach/Sea

September 22: Physical Touch

September 23: Travel/Adventure

September 24: Home/Safe haven

September 25: Ducks

September 26: Pictures

September 27: Book/Story

September 28: Myosotis

September 29: Cats

September 30: Fashion/Clothes

October 1: Autumn

October 2: Music/Sing

October 3: Comfort/Sick Day

October 4: Forest

October 5: Puzzle/Mystery

October 6: Stars/Moon

October 7: Curious

October 8: Foxes

October 9: Quality Time

October 10: Yellow

October 11: Chocolate

October 12: Hibiscus

October 13: Magic

October 14: Exams

October 15: Picnic

October 16: Movies

October 17: Ice Cream

October 18: Surprise

October 19: Thrill

October 20: Lazy Day

October 21: Paint

October 22: Science/Facts

October 23: Doodle

October 24: Beloved

October 25: Lullaby

October 26: Mischief

October 27: Snacks

October 28: Dancing

October 29: Kiss

October 30: Fireflies

October 31: Boo!

November 1: Camping/Bonfire

November 2: Connection

November 3: Fangirl

November 4: Troublemaker

November 5: Fate

November 6: Date

November 7: Coffee Shop

November 8: Strawberries

November 9: Dear

November 10: Promises

November 11: Daydream

November 12: Pajama Party/Sleepover

November 13: Friendship

November 14: Letter

November 15: Cupid

November 16: A Night Out

November 17: Rainbow

November 18: House

November 19: Rings

November 20: Laugh

November 21: Secret

November 22: Time

November 23: Fireworks

November 24: Snow

November 25: Smile

November 26: Vacation

November 27: Alcohol

November 28: Knight

November 29: Portal

November 30: Flight

December 1: Hopeless Romantic

December 2: Quirky

December 3: Special

December 4: Future

December 5: Sunshine

December 6: Spring Day

December 7: Sparkle

December 8: Cuddle

December 9: Hot Chocolate

December 10: Garden

December 11: Eyes

December 12: Sunrise

December 13: Bet

December 14: Invitation

December 15: Gifts

December 16: Roses

December 17: Gratitude

December 18: Growth

December 19: Reunion

December 20: Memory Lane

December 21: Family

December 22: Escort

December 23: Responsibility

December 24: Candles

* Please use the tag "Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Writing Challenge" if you use the prompts in this prompt list. Thank you!!

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adoremp3 · 5 months

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📝✨ 'tis the season....to write! ✨📝

unwrap your creativity and embark on a festive journey of words! embrace the magic of the season by unleashing your creativity with these 20 writing prompts. whether you're cuddled up with a notebook or typing away by the twinkling lights, dive into the spirit of the holidays through the power of storytelling.

if any of the prompts below spark your creativity, i'd love for you to tag me in your posts so i can enjoy your work. feel free to use the hashtag #TisTheSeasonWriting to share your festive tales with the writing community!

on a snowy christmas eve, a struggling musician finds inspiration and love when a mysterious stranger leaves sheet music with a heartfelt note at their doorstep

two longtime pen pals, who have never met in person, decide to surprise each other by showing up unannounced at the same charming bed and breakfast for a magical christmas reunion

a jaded city executive reluctantly joins a small town’s christmas decorating committee and discovers unexpected romance with the quirky but endearing local florist

a department store santa and a hard working elf develop a secret connection throughout the holiday season, finding love behind the scenes of the north pole

a young professional reluctantly attends a company retreat in a snowy mountain lodge during the week of new year’s eve, only to discover unexpected connections and new beginnings as the clock strikes midnight

during a christmas tree lighting ceremony, a photographer captures a spontaneous kiss between two strangers, sparking a viral sensation that leads them to reconnect in the spirit of the season

a group of friends from various backgrounds come together to celebrate chrismukkah, exploring the beauty of their traditions while navigating the challenges of the holiday season in a heartwarming tale of unity

on a delayed train home for the holidays, a lonely traveller strikes up a conversation with a fellow passenger, and as the snow falls outside, they realise they might have just found something special

a competitive ice-skating duo is forced to reevaluate their partnership when a surprise injury jeopardises their chance at their final competition of the year, ultimately bringing them closer than ever

a single parent and a kind-hearted school teacher collaborate to create a memorable christmas pageant for their children, discovering love amidst the chaos of holiday preparations

in an expected turn of events, a corporate lawyer finds himself stranded in a cosy mountain cabin with a free-spirited artist, leading to a heartwarming christmas filled with laughter and love

a baker and a chef find themselves in a friendly yet intense holiday bake-off, but as they share kitchen space and secret family recipes, the competition transforms into a sweet love story

in a bustling city on new year’s eve, two strangers get stuck in an elevator just before midnight, sparking an impromptu celebration and a connection that lasts long after the clock strikes twelve

a struggling writers receives an anonymous gift of a vintage typewriter on christmas morning, along with a note that leads them on a scavenger hunt, unravelling a love story from the past

two childhood friends reunite in their hometown, reminiscing about the past and realising that the feelings they had buried long ago might still be alive

in a small town where winter celebrations embrace various cultures, a local bakery hosts a dessert exchange that brings together neighbours from different backgrounds, leading to unexpected romance and sweet connections

a librarian and a history buff team up to organise a winter festival that highlights the cultural diversity of their community, leading to a shared appreciation for traditions and a budding romance

a ski instructor and a snowboarder, both passionate about winter sports, find themselves drawn to each other during a festive holiday competition that blends their favourite activities

a travel blogger, stranded in a charming european village on new year’s eve due to a snowstorm, joins the locals in their unique celebration, where she meets a charismatic chef and discovers the magic of a small-town countdown

a cosy bed and breakfast in a snow-covered village hosts a winter storytelling night, where guests share tales of their lives and dreams, leading to a heartwarming connection between two strangers with intertwined stories

on the last night of hanukkah, a chance encounter at a festive celebration sparks a connection between two people who come from different backgrounds. as they navigate cultural differences and family expectations, they find that love can be the most meaningful gift of the season.

a photographer on assignment to capture winter landscapes in a charming town unexpectedly crosses paths with a reclusive writer known for their holiday romance novels. as they collaborate on a project, the line between fiction and reality blurs, and they discover the magic of love in the midst of the holiday season.

as the new year's eve countdown begins, two childhood friends reunite at a cosy winter cabin after years apart. through shared memories, laughter, and the warmth of the fireplace, they realise that the greatest gift of the season might be a second chance at love.

in a charming Christmas market, a baker and a candlemaker find themselves competing for the most coveted spot. as their rivalry intensifies, so does their undeniable attraction. in the midst of holiday chaos, they learn that love is sweeter than any gingerbread cookie or scented candle.

during a snowy hanukkah celebration, a chance meeting between a violinist and a writer creates a symphony of emotions. as they navigate the melodies of their pasts and dreams for the future, they discover that the harmonies of love can be found in unexpected places.

in a small town where christmas is celebrated all year round, a jaded writer assigned to cover the festivities meets a local bakery owner who believes in the magic of the season. as they collaborate on a holiday feature, they find themselves falling for each other against a backdrop of twinkling lights and festive cheer.

a workaholic corporate executive reluctantly attends a company christmas party and ends up stuck in an office elevator with the quirky office assistant. as they share stories and snacks from the office holiday party, they realise that true love might be waiting right under the mistletoe.

a professional ice skater and a hockey player collide on the ice during a festive winter carnival. despite their competitive spirits, they find themselves drawn to each other in a whirlwind of twirls and spins, discovering that love can be as graceful and unpredictable as a figure-skating routine.

a stranded traveller spends christmas eve in a charming bed and breakfast, where they meet the innkeeper's single parent sibling. as they join forces to create a memorable holiday for the guests, they realise that love can blossom unexpectedly, even in the cosiest of inns.

a dedicated firefighter and a compassionate paramedic find themselves working together on christmas day, responding to holiday emergencies. as they navigate the challenges of their demanding jobs, they realise that sometimes the warmth of love can heal even the coldest of nights.

on a snowy winter getaway, a solitary writer seeking inspiration crosses paths with a charismatic tour guide. as they explore the picturesque landscapes and share stories by the fireside, they uncover the chapters of a love story waiting to be written beneath the falling snowflakes.

in a quaint bookstore hosting a holiday book club, two avid readers find themselves discussing a romantic novel set during the holiday season. as they delve into the story, they realise that their own lives are beginning to mirror the tale, sparking a romance that unfolds with each turn of the page.

an amateur astronomer and a meteorologist find themselves on a remote mountaintop on new year's eve, chasing the perfect view of a rare celestial event. as they share their dreams under the starlit sky, they discover that love is as infinite and unpredictable as the universe.

during a community hanukkah celebration, a culinary enthusiast and a chef with a secret family recipe connect over their shared love of traditional holiday foods. as they collaborate in the kitchen, they discover that the perfect blend of spices can lead to a recipe for love that transcends cultural boundaries.

during a magical snowstorm on new year's eve, two strangers find themselves trapped in an old bookstore. as they explore the shelves and share stories of their pasts, they realise that the most enchanting chapter of their lives may be just beginning.

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kyouryokusenshi · 9 months

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Lol hello, I have another prompt and I thought of you. Could we see a small collection of sweet things people (like Skinner, TLG, Doggett, anyone) tried to do to help Scully while she was pregnant w/ William? I just think it's so adorable thinking of any of these people having to deal with a preganant woman, let alone Scully.

A Symphony of Support

@today-in-fic

The soft glow of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Dana Scully's apartment, casting a warm hue over the room. Her thoughts drifted to the past three months as she gingerly rubbed her growing belly. Her first and second trimesters of pregnancy had been undoubtedly difficult, and countless times she thought she’d lose the baby, especially when they found Mulder.

It was a miracle. Scully had decided early on that she wanted to wait for a surprise, much to her mother’s chagrin. She didn’t understand it because she was sure her mother had to wait until her children were born before they knew the sex. Usually, she detested surprises, but she wanted complete autonomy over this one. Scully felt the baby was a boy, the mother’s intuition and all that, but all she truly cared about was that the baby was a healthy human—nothing more and nothing less.

Despite the difficult past several months, little did she know that a network of unlikely allies was conspiring to make the remainder of this journey as smooth and memorable as possible.

Assistant Director Walter Skinner, a man of authority and discipline, was not one to easily reveal his softer side. However, when he learned of her pregnancy, his concern for her well-being took precedence. Not only did he have her back countless times to prevent her pregnancy from being used against her, but she’d also learned that he discreetly rearranged her assignments these past few months, keeping her away from high-stress cases. Despite her doctor’s insistence on pulling back from the field, she'd refused desk duty.

"Your health comes first, Agent Scully," he would assert, his stern expression belying the genuine care in his voice.

Normally, she would have fought back, insisting that her pregnancy was a condition, not a disability, but she knew he was right. After they found Mulder, there was no reason to continue taking unnecessary risks with her and the baby’s health.

Once she started to show, the whispers and questions of water cooler conversation were inevitable; however, she couldn’t help but note the immediate silence that followed them each time AD Skinner made his presence known.

In an unexpected twist of fate, the Lone Gunmen, the eccentric conspiracy theorists, emerged as Scully's unexpected allies. Frohike, Langly, and Byers, fueled by their insatiable curiosity, immersed themselves in research about prenatal care and parenting. They handed her a meticulously compiled information folder with quirky footnotes and personalized advice. "Trust us, Scully; we know more than you'd think about babies," Frohike would chuckle, his enthusiasm infectious.

Scully couldn’t help the tears that betrayed her; damned pregnancy hormones. It sounded like something Mulder would have done.

Initially, she couldn’t stand Agent John Doggett, a large part of said water cooler conversations. However, he quickly proved his steadfast determination. Scully had recently learned of his son, Luke, who had been tragically killed during his days in NYPD. They shared an equal passion for justice. And his pursuit was one that she could appreciate and understand.

He had formed an unlikely bond with Scully, having her back throughout every twist and turn.

From carrying heavy files to checking in on her to offering helpful tips and suggestions, he’d remembered from his ex-wife’s pregnancy. "I've got your back, Agent Scully. Always," he would say with a reassuring smile.

With her empathetic nature, Agent Monica Reyes sensed the depth of Scully's emotions. Having faced her share of challenges as an adoptee, Reyes quickly lent a sympathetic ear and shared her insights. They often spent evenings talking, finding solace in each other's company. It was an openness she likened to her late sister, Melissa. She felt a gravitational pull she couldn’t explain after their first encounter, making her reach out to the New Orleans field agent, curious to learn more.

"You're not alone in this, Dana. We're in it together," Reyes would remind her, her eyes reflecting genuine understanding.

As Scully's due date drew closer, the collective efforts of Skinner, the Lone Gunmen, Doggett, and Reyes reached a crescendo. They came together to orchestrate a surprise baby shower, a testament to the camaraderie they had formed. Skinner secured a charming venue, the Lone Gunmen curated an eclectic playlist, Doggett handled the logistics, and Reyes planned heartwarming games.

The day of the baby shower arrived, and Scully walked into the room, her heart swelling with gratitude. The decorations were a blend of quirky conspiracy-themed elements and heartwarming sentiments. Laughter and conversations flowed freely, creating an atmosphere of warmth and unity. As Scully mingled with her friends and colleagues, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as she realized once more that Mulder would not be there to share the journey.

Scully couldn't help but feel blessed. Skinner, the Lone Gunmen, Doggett, and Reyes had each played a unique note in this melody of support, and together, they had created a harmonious tune that resonated deep within her heart. Still, there would always be a gaping hole that somebody wouldn’t fill, that would only be filled by one person—her touchtone.

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scesketch · 2 months

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Character commission: Phillipe Shwe Khan

Thanks to musiclover on Ko-Fi for this commission! Phillipe is a naga (that’s DnD for snake man) based on an albino Burmese python. To quote from the prompt I was given, “He’s a goofy snake wizard who likes muffins.” He’s got everything you could want from a DnD character, from quirky fashion to E X T R E M E A N G S T.

This might be the biggest commission I’ve done, and quite possibly my favorite. I love the aesthetic of this character, with his archaeologist vibes paired with the wizard fit. I’ve also never drawn a snake before?? So this was a good challenge. And I’m SO PROUD OF THE RUNES, MAN. They turned out so good! All in all, I’m feeling pretty good about this one.

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Young!Remus Lupin x Reader-The Valentines Day Dance

My second drabble for my Valentines Daty writing challenge!

This one was requested by my dear friend @xacatalepsyx with the prompt "Will you be my valentine?"

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Remus was pacing the common room, his anxiety building with every minute that passed him by.

This was a horrible idea.

The worst.

If he left now, he’d be out of the common room before Y/n arrived; he could save both of them the embarrassment.

But then he’d have to deal with his friends; James, Sirius and Peter.

However dealing with those three seemed more appealing than staying here, waiting nervously for Y/n's arrival.

He liked Y/n. As a lot more than just a friend.

That’s why his friends persuaded him to ask her to the Valentines Day Dance.

A dance that was based on the Muggle tradition, Valentines Day.

But the dance was tomorrow and all Remus could think about was that he was too late.

Y/n was beautiful, inside and out, so it certainly wouldn’t surprise him if someone else had already asked her.

That’s why he didn’t want to ask her; the fear of admitting his feelings to her only to have them rejected turned his insides upside down.

He didn’t want to ruin their friendship.

Eventhough James, Sirius and Peter had assured him that wouldn’t happen, the thought still lingered in his mind.

“Rem?” Y/n asked, knocking Remus out of his thoughts and making his movements come to a sudden halt.

It was too late to run away now.

“Are you okay?”

Remus simply nodded, ignoring the questionable look that was filling Y/n's eyes, casting his gaze down at his feet.

“Remus? If somethings wrong you can tell me,” she said, her voice soft but full of concern.

“I-I…” Remus stuttered out, as his eyes met Y/ns.

He took a deep breath in, trying desperately to get a hold of his nerves.

He could lie, or just make a run for it. But the longer he looked at Y/n, the more he just wanted to admit to her how he truly felt.

“Will you be my valentine?” The question slipped so quickly from his mouth; at first he wasn’t even sure he’d said them, until he saw a look in Y/n's eyes.

Shit.

He’d messed up.

This was going to be the end of their friendship.

He mentally prepared himself for the words of rejection that were about to come, but those words never came.

“I was wondering when you’d ask,” she softly chuckled, a gorgeous smile growing on her face.

“What?”

The shock was evident in Remus’ voice.

“Of course I’ll be your valentine, Rem,” she beamed; wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. Instinctively, Remus wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist, pulling her closer to him.

He thought this was a dream.

That was until Y/n's lips were on his; she was kissing him and after a few seconds he was kissing her back.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” she whispered against his lips.

“So have I,” he breathed, before closing the distance between them once again.

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g3m1n1fa1ry · 4 months

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Chapter 1

Soleil Margaux stood before the mirror, a vision of nerves and determination, reapplying lip gloss and ensuring every curl in her updo was perfectly in place. This moment meant everything to her; it was the gateway to a realm where fashion and wrestling collided, and she was determined to not just look the part but to secure the role she coveted.

Freshly graduated from Spelman at the tender age of 18, with a degree in political science, Soleil had defied her parents' expectations by choosing passion over convention. Instead of following in her father's footsteps as a lawyer, she set her sights on the unpredictable world of fashion. It was a decision met with disappointment, but nothing could quell her burning love for design.

Growing up, Soleil's entire world revolved around one passion – fashion. It wasn't just a hobby; it was an obsession, the very essence of her being. For anyone who knew Soleil, conversations with her were an unending stream of fashion anecdotes, thoughts, and sheer excitement. Fashion was not just a career choice; it was her calling, the rhythm that dictated the beats of her heart. When her godfather, the illustrious Vince McMahon, reached out to her father, practically begging for her to intern as the WWF costume designer, she knew this was the moment she had been waiting for. It wasn't just an internship; it was an invitation to step into a world where her heart truly belonged. The conflict of not following in her father's footsteps was overridden by the certainty that this opportunity was her gateway to a lifetime of fulfilling her deepest passion.

Seated behind the wheel of her vibrant 1999 Volkswagen New Beetle, Soleil embraced the nostalgia that came with the quirky charm of her beloved car. Meanwhile, the rumble of a sleek Black Mustang echoed through the air as her older sister, Solar, maneuvered into the driveway of their parents' house. The contrast between the colorful Bug and the powerful Mustang seemed to encapsulate the essence of the sisters' personalities.

A warm smile adorned Soleil's face as Solar parked, the nickname "Sunny" cutting through the air with an endearing familiarity that had spanned their shared history. The bond between the two sisters, forged in the fires of youthful adventures, was evident in the camaraderie that resonated in their interactions.

"Where are you off to, Sunny?" Solar inquired, her tone laced with a teasing affection that mirrored the countless memories encapsulated in that nickname. Soleil, undeterred by the nerves that fluttered within, met her sister's gaze with determination.

"I'm heading to the intern thing Uncle Vinnie set up for me, remember?" Soleil's response carried not just the weight of her present endeavor but also a silent affirmation of her journey, marked by individual choices and a pursuit of passion that set her apart.

Her sister's nod was accompanied by a chuckle that resonated with the disbelief of an inside joke. "I still don’t understand how dad is trusting you to be around all those sweaty men, you’re literally still a baby."

Soleil's eyebrows knitted together in a perplexed frown, a silent protest against the notion of being perceived as an infant. The label of "baby" grated against the very fabric of her accomplishments. Graduating high school at the tender age of 14 and subsequently completing college at 18 were milestones that painted a canvas of maturity far beyond her years.

"A baby?" The word hung in the air, a challenge to the perception that failed to align with the reality of her responsibilities. It offended her sensibilities, prompting a mental inventory of the independent life she had meticulously built. An apartment to call her own, keys to a car she paid for, and the financial reins of her existence firmly held in her capable hands — these were not the trappings of infancy.

"I mean, for goodness sake," she mused with a touch of exasperation, "I graduated high school at 14, college at 18. I've got my own apartment, my own car, handling rent and car payments without a parental safety net. Would a baby do that?" The rhetorical question lingered, challenging the stereotype and demanding recognition for the woman she had become.

"Need I remind you Lala—" Soleil's attempt to assert herself was swiftly intercepted by her sister's preemptive strike. "Yeah, yeah, I own my own car, my own apartment, I graduated at 14 as Valedictorian." Solar's tone dripped with playful mockery, a teasing dance around the achievements that Soleil held dear.

"All I know," Solar continued, her words carrying a mixture of sisterly concern and a hint of theatrics, "is that if one of those nasty, smelly men touches you, I’m going to have to come down there myself and kick some ass. Anyways, have fun Sunny, you’re going to kill this, and tell Uncle Vinnie I said hey." The proclamation was delivered with an air of protective bravado, a sisterly oath woven with genuine care and a touch of theatrical flair.

Soleil blew a playful kiss in her sister's direction before hitting the gas and driving off. As she navigated towards the arena where she was about to meet Uncle Vinnie, nervous jitters danced in her stomach. This was uncharted territory, leagues away from the familiar realm of fashion runways and glamorous designs. Sweaty men in briefs and tights were a far cry from the world she knew, yet she steeled herself with the realization that this was no time to complain.

Paris Fashion Week might be a distant dream at the moment, but the WWF stood as a formidable stage in its own right. The enormity of the opportunity settled on her shoulders, a weight both thrilling and daunting. Soleil expertly maneuvered her 1999 Volkswagen New Beetle into the first available parking spot, excitement and trepidation intertwining.

Stepping out, she grabbed her sketch pad and drawing tools, the echo of her boots clacking against the ground adding to the drumroll of her anticipation. Approaching the front desk, she observed a blonde-haired lady engrossed in a phone call. With a polite gesture, she mouthed to Soleil mouthed for her to wait a moment.

The blonde lady, named Mariah, concluded her call and turned her attention to Soleil. "Oh my God, don’t you look absolutely fabulous. Is there any way I can help you, sweetie?" Mariah's enthusiasm was infectious, momentarily easing Soleil's nerves. The backstage world of the WWF awaited, and with a grateful smile, Soleil embarked on this unexpected chapter of her journey.

"Thank you so much! I'm Soleil Margaux, and I'm here for the Costume Designer Internship," she declared with a bright smile.

"Oh!" Mariah's exclamation held a note of excitement. "Nice to finally put a name to the face. Your Uncle Vinnie raves about you all the time. I'm Mariah, by the way, and I'll buzz you in right now. Just walk to that door on my right."

Soleil's gratitude spilled out. "Thank you so much, Mariah!" As she stepped through the door, a rush of emotions flooded her. At just 18, the prospect of becoming a full-time costume designer for wrestling luminaries was both a blessing and a confirmation of her capabilities. Another accomplishment to add to the list of things that proved she wasn't just a baby.

Inside, her uncle Vince engaged in conversation with a backstage team member, marked by the distinctive headset. Determination sparkled in Soleil's eyes as she crossed the room, finally tapping Vince on the shoulder. He spun around, greeted by Soleil's enthusiastic wave. "Hi Uncle Vinnie!"

“Oh my goodness! Look at my little soul angel!” Vince exclaimed as he enveloped Soleil in a tight hug. "You've grown into such a remarkable young lady. I'm thrilled to have you here!"

Soleil beamed with pride, grateful for her godfather's warm welcome. "Thank you, Uncle Vinnie. I'm so excited to be here and learn from the best," she said.

Vince turned to the person he was speaking with before and introduced Soleil. "This is my talented niece, Soleil Margaux. She's going to be interning as our costume designer."

The person extended a hand, "Nice to meet you, Soleil. I'm Mark, part of the backstage crew. We're looking forward to having your creative touch around here."

Soleil shook Mark's hand, feeling a surge of confidence. As her godfather guided her through the backstage area, she couldn't help but marvel at the bustling energy and larger-than-life personalities.

Her uncle led her to a private meeting room so they could discuss further what she would be doing. "Soleil, my dear, I've got something special for you today," Vince exclaimed. Soleil's curiosity piqued, and her heart raced with anticipation.

Vince leaned in with a twinkle in his eye. "I've been thinking, and I believe it's time for you to take on a significant project. How would you feel about designing a new look for a tag team that has enormous potential? They're known as the Hardy Boyz."

Soleil's response lacked the enthusiasm her uncle anticipated. She hesitated for a moment before replying, "Well, Uncle Vinnie, I appreciate the opportunity, but I'm not sure how much impact my designs can have for a team that's, you know, not exactly in the spotlight."

Vince chuckled at her candidness. "Soleil, my dear, sometimes it's the unknown gems that shine the brightest. The Hardy Boyz might be under the radar now, but I have a feeling they're on the cusp of something big. Your designs could be the spark that ignites their rise."

Soleil nodded, still uncertain but willing to trust her uncle's instincts. "I'll do my best, Uncle Vinnie. Just let me know what they're looking for, and I'll see what I can come up with."

As the day progressed, Soleil reluctantly delved into the world of the Hardy Boyz. She studied their matches, observed their interactions, and tried to grasp the essence of their characters. Despite her initial reservations, she found a sense of determination to create something unique for them.

After the grand reveal of the Hardy Boyz in Soleil's designed costumes, the initial interaction between Soleil and the tag team was far from seamless. Vince, always the optimist, introduced Soleil to Matt and Jeff with enthusiasm, hoping for a harmonious collaboration.

"Soleil, meet Matt and Jeff Hardy – the brilliant minds behind the Hardy Boyz. I'm sure you'll all make magic together," Vince announced, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Matt and Jeff exchanged glances, giving Soleil a once-over that felt more critical than appreciative. The Hardy Boyz, known for their rebellious and individualistic personas, seemed uncertain about welcoming a fashion-focused outsider into their creative process.

"Hey there, Soleil," Matt greeted with a forced smile, extending a hand for a polite shake.

Soleil reciprocated with a genuine smile, but the atmosphere remained tense. "I'm excited to be working with you both. I really tried to capture the essence of your personas in the designs."

Jeff, known for his eccentricity, eyed Soleil's polished appearance with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, well, we're not exactly fashionistas. We're wrestlers. What do you know about what we need?"

Soleil, caught off guard, took a moment before responding, "I understand that you're wrestlers, and my goal is to enhance your on-stage presence. The right costumes can elevate your characters and make a lasting impression on the audience."

The Hardy Boyz exchanged skeptical glances. "Look, we've been doing this for a long time. We know what works for us," Matt asserted, his tone carrying a hint of resistance.

Soleil, feeling a bit cornered, nodded diplomatically. "Of course, I respect your experience. Let's find a middle ground where my designs complement your vision for the Hardy Boyz."

Despite her efforts to remain composed, a subtle sting of hurt lingered beneath her exterior. Insulted by the skepticism thrown her way, she couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. How dare these relative unknowns question her talent and demean her work? She made up her mind – she would make them swallow their doubts and regret ever underestimating her. They were about to witness the undeniable prowess of Soleil Margaux.

As Soleil faced the skepticism and resistance from the Hardy Boyz, she decided to respond with a hint of sarcasm and a touch of biting humor.

When Matt Hardy questioned her knowledge, she shot back with a sly grin, "Well, Matt, it's a good thing I've been studying fashion instead of the 'Wrestling for Dummies' manual. I might not know a powerbomb from a power suit, but I know how to make an impact."

Jeff's skeptical glance at her polished appearance prompted Soleil to retort, "Don't worry, Jeff, I left my wrestling singlet at home. I figured it wouldn't match the runway look we're going for. Fashion-forward, right?"

Jeff’s POV

“Who does this girl think she is?” Jeff exclaimed out loud as he watched Soleil saunter away back towards the meeting room. He couldn't deny her sharp wit and the audacity with which she challenged their wrestling-centric perspectives. Jeff exchanged a glance with Matt, both silently questioning the newcomer's place in their world.

He couldn’t help but feel a mixture of irritation and curiosity. "Fashionista meets wrestling – never thought I'd see the day," he mused internally. As the gears of frustration turned within him, he declared aloud, “You know something, I’m going to give Vince a piece of my mind and tell him that her being our costume designer is not going to work out.”

“Are you crazy?” Matt exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. “That is Vince’s niece. We’re almost getting our big break, and I refuse to have you mess that up by saying something to him about her.”

Jeff shook his head, a scowl forming as he absorbed his brother's caution. “Where have your balls gone, man? You’re selling out for some random disrespectful chick just because she’s his niece?”

Matt scoffed, dismissing his younger brother's concern, and walked off, leaving the tension lingering in the air. The clash of priorities within the Hardy Boyz set the stage for an intriguing dynamic that could either make or break the collaboration with the unorthodox fashionista.

The clash of worlds in the WWF was nothing new, but Soleil brought a level of unexpected disruption. The idea of a fashion-forward designer infiltrating their wrestling domain was hard to swallow.

As Jeff contemplated his next move, he couldn't shake the feeling that this collision of worlds might lead to something either spectacular or disastrous. Wrestling was all about unpredictability, and with Soleil in the mix, the arena had become an uncharted territory where fashion and wrestling collided. The question lingered in Jeff's mind: Could this clash birth something entirely new and innovative, or would it crumble under the weight of two worlds trying to coexist? Only time would tell as the backstage drama unfolded in the world of WWF.

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