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She’s Gonna Save Me (Bridgerton: Benedict Bridgerton)

this is my first ever bridgerton fic! i’ve had such a writer’s block and post grad has been so difficult but listening to music and reading other writers’ works has me feeling inspired! so enjoy my first story in months and first of the new year :)

pairing: female reader (she/her) x Benedict Bridgerton reader x Colin Bridgerton (platonic!)

summary: Benedict contemplates a life pursuing art and living outside the expectations of his family and society. Does he find a wife and settle down or live freely? What happens when he meets someone who can offer him the best of both worlds?

notes/warnings: mention of nudity, alcohol consumption, activities that can be witnessed at Sir Granville’s scandalous studio saoirees…

word count: 2.4k

As the second eldest Bridgerton boy, Benedict never found himself extremely pressured by the standards and expectations of society. Those responsibilities were entrusted upon his brother, Anthony, the Viscount.

Benedict reserved himself to a more romantic life, preoccupied by his love and interest for art.

Attending every event of the season was merely a ploy to keep his mother happy and distracted from the fact that he had no true intention of courting any ladies.

He would drink, laugh, and dance the season away without ever calling on anyone.

Benedict believed that this season wouldn’t be any different.

******

When you first agreed to join your family friends across the Atlantic in London, you didn’t expect that you would be taking part in the ton’s social season.

As the youngest daughter, your brothers married with children and sisters off tending to their new husbands, your father didn’t feel the need to arrange a marriage for social or monetary gain.

Your family was well off in the states, your parents often described as ‘free spirits.’ They had always impressed upon you the importance of appreciating the beauty around you and romanticizing life.

With your mother’s passing, you decided to stay at home with your father, choosing to enjoy a quiet life in the country studying English literature.

Staying with Sir Henry Granville was beyond exciting and allowed you to interact and mingle with the more eclectic members of British society.

You had lasted all but a week before you were called upon by a Miss Lady Danbury.

She had stressed the importance of participating in the social season and the impending judgment of the ton and Queen if you did not participate.

While you never cared much for the opinion of others, you didn’t fancy the idea of being ogled every time you ventured into town.

******

“I heard she was rejected by every suitor.”

“She’s so ugly and unpleasant, a dowry wouldn’t even be worth it.”

“Apparently she’s slightly deformed.”

You couldn’t begin to believe the rumors circulating about you, the American.

You swore that the descriptions were ripped out of a storybook, describing some gremlin crawling from the depths of the earth.

Men and women alike had no problem spreading stories about the young lady joining them for the season.

Worst of all, none of them had even seen you yet. The modiste had made personal house calls, as requested by Lady Danbury.

Now you stood, in front of the carriage, at the first ball of the season, your debut.

You followed behind Sir Henry and Mary Granville, head held high and eyes straight forward as you waded through the ballroom towards Lady Danbury and the Queen.

You heard the whispers and felt the stares as you stood before the queen.

With one leg behind the other and your arms laid at your side, you gently bent your knee and curtsied before her.

She gave you a once over before bowing her head back, a silent approval.

Moving out of the way, you stood at the edge of the dance floor as Lady Danbury approached.

“Miss y/l/n, I do hope you don’t mind that I have taken the liberty of securing you a few gentlemen to fill out your dance card.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Lady Danbury” you smiled back, a teasing tone in your voice.

Your sarcasm and apprehension towards the season had not gone unnoticed by Lady Danbury.

She quite admired your wit and sharp mind, and more than anything, enjoyed the challenge.

******

You were now on your 4th dance of the night; your feet were hurting, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up with a book.

Fortunately, your current dance partner was not completely awful and was actually quite charming.

Colin Bridgerton, you had met him in passing once before when Lady Danbury had brought you to his mother, Violet, and sister, Daphne.

 Apparently, Daphne had been named the Diamond of the season in her first season out on society and married a Duke. Her younger sister, Eloise, was preparing for her first season as well.

However, through your brief encounter with Eloise she did not seem as happy with the matter as her sister and mother were.

You had a feeling she would be a good person to befriend.

“Tell me about yourself Miss y/l/n” Colin inquired.

“Y/N,” you quickly corrected.

“Just Y/N is fine,” you smiled slightly.

“Well Y/N, how are you finding London and the beginning of the season?”

“London, well its quite beautiful. There is so much art, and history, and the architecture is amazing. Truly, I wouldn’t mind getting lost here. And well…this—” you paused, glancing around the ball at all the young women around you.

“May I be frank?” you asked, Colin’s eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Of course, Miss Y/N”

“I slightly detest all of this, my feet hurt, and I’ve been dancing for quite too long. Why would I want to marry someone I’ve met one time?”

Colin was slightly taken aback before grinning wildly.

“You remind me of my sister Eloise,” he stated.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I quite liked her,” you grinned back.

As the dance ended you curtsied before Colin as he bowed before you.

“I hope you find the person you’re looking for Y/N, but I have a feeling you don’t need all of this to do so.”

You smiled widely and slightly nodded before following him off the dance floor.

“I’ll grab us a drink,” he said before walking away. Your eyes followed his back for a few seconds before scanning the room.

They quickly landed on two men whispering in the corner.

The slightly shorter one had massive sideburns and a quizzical look that seemed as if it must be permanently etched onto his face. The other man had a certain air about him.

Even from across the room his light-colored eyes had a shine in them.

Colin returned; you thanked him before looking to the corner again. This time the slightly taller one had caught your gaze and lifted his eyes to meet yours. You felt your face flush and quickly turned your head.

“Colin?”

“Yes?”

“Who are those two men in the corner?”

Colin looked up to see his brothers in the corner looking at him inquisitively.

“Oh, those two? You don’t want to be near the likes of them. Poorly mannered and when they were younger, they would wet the bed for years well beyond what was normal.”

You were following along for a while until that last part.

You gave Colin a quick look to see if he was being serious.

His mouth remained flat and tight-lipped for a few mere seconds before letting through a boisterous laugh.

“My apologies Y/N, those are my brothers.”

Your eyes widened at the confession.

“Your brothers?”

“Yes, lets introduce you,” he stated, beginning to pull you across the ballroom.

“Colin, No I—"

“Brothers, this is Miss y/l/n, Anthony, Benedict,” he pointed out.

You curtsied before both of them before speaking up.

“I told you, just Y/N is fine Colin.”

You weren’t sure what his brothers would say about your slight improperness. It was clear that the Bridgerton’s were a well-respected family in the ton.

You glanced at the eldest brother who you learned was named Anthony who gave you a curt nod before excusing himself to sneak off from an inquiring Lady Danbury.

You smiled at him before turning your gaze to the second eldest Bridgerton.

“Y/N here was telling me about her studies in the states. She is well-read and well-traveled.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing Colin slightly.

“You flatter me, Colin. Unfortunately, I am not perfect. For example, I am about done with all of this and was just about to call a carriage.”

“Oh, but you must stay for one more dance Y/N. Poor Benedict here has not waltzed once.”

Benedict tried to sneakily hit his brother for his clear meddling.

“While that may be true, I do not need my younger brother imposing on such a lovely lady.” Benedict states.

“Nonsense, everyone must waltz at least once,” you laughed, pulling Benedict towards the center of the room.

His eyes widened at your forwardness as he shot Colin a disproving brotherly look, to which Colin gave him a grin and thumbs up.

As the music began you moved around the room with Benedict.

“So, Mr. Bridgerton, tell me what exactly it is you do.”

“Just Benedict is fine,” he stated, mirroring your words from earlier.

“Besides, aren’t I the one who should be questioning you about your skills?”

“That’s awfully backwards thinking, I hope you don’t get stuck that way” you replied sarcastically before being spun around.

When you returned facing Benedict, a knowing grin was stuck on his face. You were witty. He liked witty.

“I suppose that is fair. I’m an artist, well…I’m trying to be an artist. It’s a little complicated.”

You nodded understandingly, while the arts were enjoyed by many, it wasn’t exactly a noble pursuit, especially for you as a woman.

“You should come by Sir Granville’s studio, it’s quite…”

You couldn’t think of a proper word to describe the soirees Granville hosted. It was taboo and scandalous to most respectable members of society. However, if Benedict was an artist as he was claiming, he should fit right in.

“…inspiring,” you finished.

Benedict gave you an interesting look.

Little did you know, he had been to Granville’s studio, several times. He hadn’t been in a while since his family had just returned from Audrey Hall and the preparation for Eloise’s season had been quite hectic for his mother.

But you, picturing you at Granville’s studio was not something Benedict had imagined.

Women who were married or of low social standing was something else, but you, a young lady in her first official season stalking down the halls in such a disreputable manner. It didn’t fit the picture of the beautiful woman before him.

Benedict was quickly learning not to try and categorize you into one box.

“What do you know of Granville’s studio?” he asked seriously.

“Well, for one, I’m staying there. Two, I feel more comfortable among that community than here, if you understand what I mean…” you trail off.

Benedict gives you a small smile of understanding.

As the song ends Benedict lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently before sightly lowering it back down, fingers brushing softly as he pulls away.

“Until next time Y/N”

“I look forward to it Benedict.”

******

Two months had passed since Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season. In that time you had befriended Eloise and Colin Bridgerton, often sitting in the parlor room of their home during the daytime, chatting the day away.

As such, you had also grown closer to Penelope Featherington who also came over often. You always considered yourself to be quite perceptive, so it was evidently clear that Penelope was fond of Colin. You thought about mentioning something, but it didn’t seem like your place.

Throughout your time at the Bridgerton’s household you had seen Benedict a handful of times. Unfortunately, your encounters were reduced to small greetings, stolen glances and light brushes as you walked past each other.

Until today.

You were sitting in the empty parlor room as Eloise ran to her room to fetch some ‘evidence’ and ‘clues’ about Lady Whistledown.

“Good Afternoon Y/N” Benedict greeted as he walked in, taking a quick look around the room to find the two of you alone.

“Afternoon Mr. Bridgerton,” you greeted back, a slight teasing tone to contrast your seemingly formality.

He gave you a knowing look before continuing.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but I plan on attending Sir Granville’s tonight, I was wondering if I would see you there?”

You gave him a teasing smile before your face fell into a serious and hurt look.

“Mr. Bridgerton, I’m appalled, would a respectable young woman such as myself be caught there? Imagine the horror if the rest of the ton were to find out.”

He let out a loud laugh at your remark, in the short time that he had known you, you never failed to make him laugh.

“Yes Benedict, I’ll see you there,” you smiled.

“Good,” he replied.

******

That night you had a few drinks to help you take the edge off before guests started coming over. There was something about interacting with Benedict that made you nervous.

 You were walking around the art studio observing the nude model and the artists renditions when you felt someone lay their hand on your shoulder.

“OH! Oh my, Benedict, you scared me.”

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You continued walking around the circle, admiring the art around you.

“She’s stunning, is she not?” you questioned.

“She is,” he answered quickly.

However, when you turned to look at him his eyes were already trained on yours.

You smiled widely, walking out of the studio as Benedict followed like a lost puppy.

“Will I ever get to see your art?” you asked him.

He smiled sheepishly as his arm reached back to scratch the back of his neck.

“I certainly would let you, if there was any.”

“Practicing here for a few months and you still have nothing to show?” you teased.

Benedict gave you a look.

“I may have asked around about you,” you confessed.

“And?” he asks.

From what you have heard, both from his siblings and other people around you. Benedict was a kind and creative soul, with a great appreciation for the beauty around him.

“Your family and friends speak highly of you, that’s important.”

“What about you? What do you speak of me?”

“Besides being a tortured artist? I think highly of you.”

He nodded his head again, before responding.

“I think highly of you as well,” he whispered quietly, leaning down slightly so he was more at eye level.

You blamed the alcohol in your system for what you did next.

Yanking him down by his collar, you pulled him close and reached up until your lips were flush against his, pushing with all your might as if you would never kiss him again.

“Y/N—” he pulled away, his senses flooding back.

“This is…no, I’ve dishonored you I—”

“Oh hush Benedict, I do not care about those rules. I want you.”

He looked down at you, holding your face in his hands as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

Biting your lip and grinning up at him, Benedict couldn’t help but pull you back in, one hand syncing to your waist to pull you closer as his other hand rested on your cheek.

“You know this means we have to get married now?” Benedict teases.

“That means you presume I would say yes,” you teased back.

His smile grew impossibly bigger as he pulled you back in for a tender kiss.

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This big ol’ Dino obsessed bean stalk will forever have the largest spot in my heart 😭

tsukishima warms up to you after a while of dating him. at first he recoils at physical affection because he’s not used to it, but once he realizes how touch starved he is after you guys cuddle for the first time, he becomes CLINGY.

when tsukishimas sleepy, hes clingy. when you wake up in the middle of the night and try to unravel from his arms to reach for your phone to check the time, his arm immediately wraps around you and pulls you back toward him, so your chest is flat against his back.

“kei, wait. i just wanna check the time.” you mumble, putting your hand on his bicep. “you can do that later.” tsukishima grumbles, holding you tighter against him. “look, the sun’s not even out yet. you can check it later.”

he’s especially clingy when he wakes up and you aren’t there, but instead in the kitchen, making pancakes with strawberries. he scares you by pressing his chest against your back yet again, icy cold fingers slithering around your waist. “why didn’t you wake me up?” he asks, raspy morning voice filling in the silence. “wanted to surprise you.” you say, slightly smiling as you flip the last pancake.

he’s especially clingy in aftercare, wiping you down, giving you a bath, and changing the sheets. afterwards he makes sure you’re comfortable, and lays you down on his chest, making you smile and melt into his touch.

“you’re so clingy, y’know that? i love that you are though, ‘ts just unexpected from you.” you mumble into his neck, kissing it.

tsukishima rolls his eyes, scoffing. “i’ve never felt as comfortable with anyone as i do with you.” he ignores how on fire he was, that if you were to look up you’d see how red. he moves his glasses from the bed to the nightstand, and you whine, putting his hand on your back. “why’d you move it?” you whine.

he chuckles. “i just had to move my glasses so they wouldn’t break while i sleep. you’re so clingy, y’know that?” tsukishima replies, mocking you. you giggle and he continues to rub his hands up and down your back nonetheless, turning off the nightlight.

“yeah yeah whatever, i love you kei.” you say as you drift off to sleep, a small smile on tsukishimas face as he quietly joins you. “i love you too.”

very ib by kentoloves drabble on this too!

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Hiya! Hope you’re doing well! Checked out some of your work, and absolutely loved it! You’re an amazing writer.

If you’re still taking requests, what about a fluff/comfort with Angel Dust x reader? Like reader helps take care of him after the shoots with Val and one night, Angel returns the favor by taking care of reader after a rough night?

omg of course! Love Angel so so much.

i hope you enjoy and thank you for your ask and your patience on this!!!

warnings: mention of abuse, physical abuse, it’s angel and he works for val and val sucks in the show… so that’s this. val sucking-not in a good way but in a bad way.

some nights were harder than others and you could always tell when it had been a hard shoot day for angel. he’d walk into the hotel, his shoulders drooped a bit, his hair just a little bit more floppy and his eyes always had these shadows that seemed they would never leave.

this night wasn’t a bad night, it was a down right horrible night. angel came into the hotel, and quickly made his way up the stairs and to his room. you watched as he spoke to no one, and quickly got up to follow him. you walked through his door at the end of the hall, only to be greeted by a shirtless angel, a bruise forming across his ribs and a few cuts on his arm.

“what the fuck happened to you?” you asked coming closer, stopping when angel backed away.

“i don’t need ya help. get out.” he muttered, an icy tone slicing through.

“your bleeding. i’m not leaving until i bandage you.” you say plainly, grabbing the first aid kit and sitting on his bed. he glares at you and you see his black eye. your face darkens. “what the hell did he do?” you ask, not saying his name like it was a bad omen that could call him back to angel.

“nothing i can’t handle.” angel responds back, crossing his arms and then grimacing at the pain. you watch him, waiting for him to finally let you help him. this game of cat and mouse happened every time until angel finally gave it up.

angel sighed and then sat down next to you. you quickly moved, kneeling between his legs as you bandaged his ribs, working on his arms next, treating and bandaging the wounds there. he played with your ears as you did so and each time the treatment you put on would sting, he’d yank your ears a bit, gasping with the pain. he murmured his apologies each time and each time you whispered that it was okay. finally, you got something cool and had him hold it to his eye and helped him lay down in a comfortable spot.

you deposited the first aid kit in his bathroom and came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. you gently combed your hand through the tufts on his head, as angel finally cried. each cry punctuated with a gasp because of his ribs. your quiet shushing and gentle touch calming him down u til he was finally asleep. you settled fat nuggets in front of him and laid down in front of him and fat nuggets, between angel and the door, ensuring whoever came in would see you first but that you could intercept anyone who might’ve wanted to come in. angel was always there for you and you were glad you could be there for him.

_________________________

many times you taking care of angel or vice versa was always returned. this time the reciprocation happened quickly as two days later, you were helping with some of the cleaning and renovations for the hotel. alastor had been in a mood all day, and finally snapped. you just happened to be the first one he laid eyes on, so you were the one who got the verbal assault.

“can you do nothing right?” alastor asked coldly.

“w-what?” you whispered, this being the last thing you want to deal with, and the last thing you could deal with today.

“you are incompetent. how many ways does it need to be said?” he asked, and at that point it was enough. tears flooded your eyes as you stood there and he continued to berate you, until angel came up, dropping off something nifty needed and heard alastor talking at you.

“no. no. we’re not doing this. cmon.” angel said taking you with him as you were still crying.

“i was not done talking, angel.” alastor exclaimed as angel led you away.

“welp, ya are now smiles!” angel said, glaring at alastor. “learn some fucking empathy and then maybe it can be a longer convo next time.” angel quickly takes you to your room, grabs your favorite stuffed animal and a bottle of water and sits you down on the bed.

“i’ll be right back, okay?” he asks and you nod, still hiccuping slightly. angel comes back quickly, with snacks and your favorite movie. your eyes widen as you see the snacks and the movie.

“movie night okay with ya?” he asks. you nod and settle back on your bed as angel hops up and sets the snacks between you both, taking a sip of your water. he pulls you into him and squeezes. “don’t let things that ahitty people say get to ya doll.” he murmurs. “you’re doin’ jus’ fine.”

just some thoughts about forehead touching™ with vash because the brainworms are getting to me.

the first time he does it is when you're down with a really bad fever, leaving you bed ridden for a couple of days.

vash bless his soul, is more than happy to help but...

he kinda doesn't know what to do???? like he knows humans can easily get sick from changes in weather to plain exhaustion but he himself has never been sick because he's a Plant

so, yeah, he kinda panics and racks his brain on what to do. like should he get a doctor?? is the fever bad enough that you need to be hospitalised??

then BOOM. the cartoon lightbulb in his head goes off and his train of thought kinda went like this:

you = sick

when Plants are sick, do the forehead thing™ then they feel better so by that logic

you = sick = do the forehead thing™ on you.

so he kinda jsut does that???

he presses his forehead against yours, trying to pour his energy to you and you're just like 👁️👁️ because how do you react to your Plant boyfriend trying to do Plant things to you??

i mean it does work. you're fever down as what could be best described as a wave of soothing vibes wash over you and the Plant lines on vash's eyes glow faintly.

but like vash gets all embarassed when he realizes what he was doing and apologizes to you repeatedly for invading your personal space like that + doing the forehead thing™ on you.

he'll get sad internally if you say you dont like it

he Will Not Stop and you have to repeatedly assure and explain to him that you're fine with it.

but like yeeah once he knows you're okay with it vash starts doing to more often

oh you're feeling unwell? forehead thing™

you're sad? forehead thing™

he just wants to show his love for you? forehead thing™

while he can't communicate with you telepathically yet when he does it, the action in itself is more than enough to get the message through.

JUST LOOK AT HIM I AM SO DOWN BAD I HAVE AN EXAM IN A COUPLE OF MINUTES AND ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS H I M AAAA

anyways i have so many thoughts about this and Plant forms affection in general I need to talk to people about this

pls pls feed the dumpster fire that my brain is rn

My new obsession 😮‍💨✨💅

┊.˚🪩 ༘┊͙ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ; ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

pairing: fem!reader x satoru gojo tags: smau/partially written; actor/actress!au, fuckboy!gojo, jjk is a live-action show in this au, fluff/angst/humor/eventual smut length: 1/?? note: AAAAAAAAA im a sucker for fake dating, actor au trope. enjoy besties! <3

[disclaimer: the way the reader is portrayed is just for the reason of style/posing! this is not what the reader looks like (she should look like however you’d like her to!) just wanted to clarify!! <3]

PROFILES ↳ y/n's besties ↳ gojo's group ↳ others

ONE – hold on, i'm dating who?

TWO – the deal

THREE – he will be a pain in the ass

FOUR – satoru, don’t be a whore

FIVE – act like you like her

SIX – meeting and matching hoodies

SEVEN – exclusive! satoru gojo’s party

Damn it’s 2 am on a Sunday…. I feel called out

My current obsession 😳

⌕ trigun stampede • vash.

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Have really been into Chrollo atm and this just dug me in deeper 🥰

Completely wholesome love it❤️

shower with a spider

chrollo lucilfer/reader

a/n: this is just a oneshot or whatever, not planning to do anything else with it

Chrollo's dark eyes softened briefly at the woman in front of him, she was worlds different compared to his much darker self, he was constantly questioning how you came to love someone like him, you were always there with loving, open arms whenever he came back from his latest heist, never questioning what happened, just always ready to make him feel loved.

"Hi, baby" today was no different, his heart swelled at the pet name, the days stress wilting away from his soul, your gentle hands were pulling his coat down from his shoulders, exposing his skin to the cooler air of the house, you smiled warmly as you hung his coat on the nearby hanger, coming to stand in front of him again to grab his hands in your smaller ones, you began to guide him over to the bathroom.

"You stay right here, I'll be right back, okay?" He could barely muster a nod, but you understood anyway, he sighed and slowly managed to pull the rest of his clothing off, you came back in once his socks were off and smiled softly, putting two fluffy towels down on the counter and moving to start the shower, you made sure it was the right temperature.

Your attention was back on Chrollo, you watched as he slowly stepped into the tub, you got undressed yourself, stepping in after him, your eyes stayed glued on his face, his eyes were wound shut, he seemed to relax under the warm water, you squirted some shampoo into your hands - it was your favorite scent and his favorite soap to use, you gently ran your hands through his dark hair, he instinctively lowered his head slightly, making it easier for your shorter self.

He leaned into your careful touch, he was like a giant cat at the moment, you swore that if there was dead silence right now, you would be able to hear him purring, you lathered the soap in his hair and scalp, taking care not to miss any spots or be too aggressive.

You watched as he leaned his head back to rinse the soap out, mindlessly grabbing the body wash, you squirted some onto his shower puff, he opened his eyes finally, eyes on the puff and then on you, you smiled up at him, noticing the slightest twitch of his own lips.

He sighed softly as you began to gently scrub the days grime off him, this was one of the handful of days where he'd have a hard time taking care of himself, but you'd gladly be there to pick of the slack and he absolutely adored you for it.

He rinsed off the soap again, relishing in the water rushing down his body, his eyes were closed but he still managed to reach out for you, pulling you into a lazy hug, his arms wrapped around your hips, and yours wrapped around his neck, he leaned down until his forehead was pressed against yours, his eyes still closed. "Thank you.." He whispered, you nodded and gave him a soft squeeze "It's what I'm here for, Chrollo" his heart could soar at your unspoken promise.

He could feel your fingers gently running through the hair at the back of his head "Your turn" he said softly, switching spots with you. He immediately went to work on washing your body for you, he slowly lathered the soap in your hair, massaging your scalp at the same time, the corners of his lips curled upwards at seeing how content you were.

He grabbed your body wash, and started to wash your body, his hands slowly roaming over every curve, his hands drifting over your skin, you were beautiful to him, every scar and imperfection you had and thought was ugly was perfect to him, you were a work of art sent from the heavens in his eyes, the prettiest flower on this very earth.

You rinsed your body off, both of you were clean now but still refused to get out at the moment, Chrollo's hands rest on your hips, yours were on his face, softly caressing his cheeks, you held a loving look in your eyes, one that had Chrollo almost weak in the knees, it always amazed him with the way your eyes gleamed with pure adoration for someone like him, someone as dark and cold as him loved by someone as bright and warm as you.

The contrast was a welcome one.

Your thumbs caressed his cheekbones, your eyes never leaving his, his hair clung to his face, framing it wonderfully "I love you, sweet girl" he mumbled, moving his face to press a firm kiss to your palm, he lived for the smile that burst on your face whenever he told you that, he pressed your body against his, there was nothing sexual about this, he wanted to relish in the feeling of your soft skin against his own.

The shower was done, you and Chrollo stepped out of the bathroom, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still slowly running down his body, you had a towel wrapped around your body, your hair damp, you eyed Chrollo's back, his tattoo in full view.

You never cared once in your life about the Troupe, you just cared about him, you never paid attention to anyone's views on your relationship with him, their negative opinions never crossed your mind or tarnished your love for him, you never once the dark stain the Troupe left on him.

You only ever saw your Chrollo.