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Mc stroking vinca hair and vinca actually letting her fic?

Written by @an-awkward-ghost

It had become routine for Vinca to drop by at least once per week, and for you to attend as much shows as you could. You spent most of your time with her, either chatting or texting, sometimes engaging in friendly banter or simply exchanging stories. Despite her initial rough and bratty demeanor, Vinca could be surprisingly fun to be around. It was something you enjoyed more and more each day, the very thought of the blonde summoning one of your truest, warmest smiles.

How she had managed to find her way into your heart so quickly, so effortlessly, you’ll never know.

The times Vinca shows affection are increasingly more frequent, actions much like her, light touches, loaded smirks, brash words, stolen glances. She’s a shooting waterfall and a raging blaze both, keeping you on your toes but never letting you fall. Sparkling blue eyes are everything you can see now, imprinted on your dreams and mind and soul like Vinca’s touch has seared into your very skin. The tingle of her fingers never truly fades, it sits like a constant presence at the very edge of your consciousness, something you wouldn’t change for the world.

However, showing the affection you felt for her was a tricky thing. She was at the top of her game when it came to you, when it came to how to get you to fluster, to flounder, to render you speechless, but once the ball was in your court, once you began to turn her games against her, she deflected. You could tell she never allowed any of your attempts or your compliments. Perhaps she didn’t think she truly deserved them. It irked you every time, how someone as prideful as her let everyone’s words reach her but yours.

The very same thought crosses through your mind yet again, as you let your gaze wander from the stars to the blonde besides you.

“I thought you would fall asleep.” You admit – Vinca had come in that night mildly irritated a plan of hers had gone wrong and also exhausted from whatever it is it entailed. She hadn’t told you what that was, yet. Probably something to do with demons.

Vinca snorts, tone lacking the energy it usually had, “Then you could admire me all you like, huh. Bet you are disappointed that didn’t happen.”

You close your eyes, letting the chill in the air keep you focused, “Was that what you wanted me to do?”

A beat passes before she answers, “There isn’t much else to admire, that’s for sure. You don’t seem like a very dedicated stargazer…”

Your lips curl up just slightly, amused. She is sleepy. She wouldn’t leave you such an easy chance to flirt otherwise, “You’re right. There’s a much better star right next to me, isn’t there, Pride?”

Vinca stills for a split-second, “Sure is,” Fabric rustles – she’s turning in your direction, and you can just heart the teasing grin in her voice, “Great, we now know you aren’t entirely blind, squirt. That’ll serve you well.”

“It’s kind of hard to ignore the way you shine, oh twinkly star,” You open your eyes, lifting a hand just slightly to nudge one of her tiny knifes. She snorts again – much softer, more subdued.

“All right, that’s… that’s enough...” She blinks. It’s a slow, sloppy motion. All the irritation that was previously bothering her had completely vanished. “It’s always weird when… you get like this…”

“Weird is my middle name, I guess.” You follow her initiative and turn fully, both of you facing the other. You had kept some distance at the beginning – not much, your house’s roof wasn’t terribly narrow but Vinca had always enjoyed her personal space, and you respected that – but now, that was nearly nonexistent. She laid on her left side, hands resting comfortably before her, mirroring your own position, and if you just inched a little bit closer…

Clear blue eyes found yours, flicked down to your hands then back up again with the swiftness of a hummingbird, bit Vinca didn’t pull away. She didn’t ruin the atmosphere with her usual snark. She just laid there, staring at you with half-lidded eyes, holding her breath just slightly.

You scrutinized her for a second longer, then very hesitantly moved your hand – over her own, and to this her eyes snapped open, both in confusion and caution – and rested it on her nape.

“You’re something else, Vinca.” You murmur. The air vibrates with your words, somehow intense, powerful, and for the first time in ages you can actually feel them strike true, past Vinca’s usual defenses. “I can’t understand you. I don’t think I ever want to. That way, I can just learn something new about you every day.” Your hand moves, deeper into Vinca’s hair, graceful golden locks parting beneath your fingers, escaping through them like water. “And there’s always something to learn, you are too complicated for your own good. Between demons and life and showbiz, you have so many things to worry about…” Down again, to the nape, and Vinca shivers just slightly. “But I’m not one of them. No matter what happens to you, no matter what I see, no matter what I hear, I’ll trust you. I’ll trust your words. Your actions. So please… trust me too, when I say this aren’t empty words.”

Vinca’s mouth moves. No sound comes out. You chance another stroke of her hair, and for a second her eyes flash, thunder in clear sky, body tense, but she relaxes almost immediately. Her breath comes out in a strong gust of wind, not quite a snort, not quite a sigh. “I trust you too much.” She finally says, voice small, suddenly not drowsy at all. She doesn’t look mighty and strong and unreachable like she usually does, but vulnerable, oh so very vulnerable, but despite it all she doesn’t tremble. She meets your gaze, just like she always does, defiant despite it all. It makes your heart skip a beat. “Too much, too fast. What have you done to me, Hannah? Why can’t I… why do you…” She swallows. “Why do you affect me like this?”

The use of your name sends ripples of emotion down to your very core.

“I… I’ve wanted to ask you that, too, ever since we met. I just- I can’t get you out of my head. Every single thing you do, it… It shouldn’t… It takes much more than this to make me fall this hard, and yet you… with each thing…”

Words keep failing. You move your hand again, happy when Vinca smiles. Your heart soars when she reaches for your free hand, taking it softly in hers.

“I never expected to meet someone like you, Hannah.” Her expression softens, and she hesitates just a little before she adds. “Even if you are far too sappy.”

“I try.”

“Maybe dial it back a little?”

“Only if you promise to come watch the stars with me again?”

Her expression shifts, and her vulnerable side is hidden to the world once again as she pulls away, huffing slightly. “Not in this cold I won’t. If you want a real stargazing, then leave it to me.”

For a moment you ponder if you should ask about the change in your relationship, but quickly decide against it. Vinca can only endure so much emotional talk, and the last thing you do is get her to snap at you.

So instead you let the moment pass, roll onto your back, and smirk at her.

“Better live up to my expectations, then, Pride. I’m a hard woman to please.”

Vinca throws the roof a skeptical glance, one eyebrow raised. “If this is all I have to surpass, then I’m not worried at all.”

you can't just make any animal long and call it art

I remember someone mentioning a while ago how a game with Franziska would be like. As in, a version of Miles Edgeworth Investigations but with Franziska as the protagonist.

With Maya as her assistant. Because the interaction between them would be priceless.

And I didn’t know how much I need that into my life.

That one moment when I try to start another route and just end up rereading Yvette’s route instead. I think I need help.

putting aside the OGs, yvette’s swm route is my absolute favourite thing to come out of lovestruck. pure, unbridled, self-indulgent villain redemption arc. beautiful, dangerous, morally corrupt woman with a backstory so tragic that if her writer wasn’t such a goddamn beaut, it would be funny. 

you spend her first two seasons like oh okay she is the horniest woman alive, rivalled only by the swm mc, that’s fair. that’s good. i know what i’m getting into. then the SECOND she’s able to ACTUALLY touch another living being, she’s SO–! and you remember she’s a 29 y/o virgin plant nerd puppy loving hopeless romantic who blushes if the mc shows too much affection and–! i LOVE her!