Yall Ever Just Hear The Most Out There Shit And Be Like-

Yall ever just hear the most out there shit and be like-

"You do you, I'll do me, and thank God we ain't doing eachother bro."

A challenge. That was your solution. So many men in Sumeru wanted you for your beauty, so what was a young witch like yourself to do? Thats when you saw a stray cat in the distance and an idea hit you.

Putting up a notice on the commission board, you wrote that whoever could get a bell from a stray black cat, would be given the chance to date you. A simple challenge right? No.

For there was a catch- you were the cat.

Being a witch, a chaos witch in particular, you weren’t restrained to any rules in the magic world. Other witches like Mona, are bound to astral magic. But you could use any kind you wished with bor limits. Chaos was yours to wield and that involved having all the magic arts at your disposal.

There were many attempts made as men dashed, leaped, and chased after you. Some even resorted to traps, of which you were displeased with as you occasionally tripped just for the fun of it. You snickered as you watched the men exasperatedly groan as their traps were found empty or torn to shreds.

In full honesty this was more for your entertainment, but having the males leave you alone was a major bonus.

One day you saw a tall male with large fennec fox like ears wander into town. He gathered supplies and stopped by the board, most likely because your commission was the talk of the town. His ears perked as he saw your picture on the commission,Like all the others, your beauty captivated him, and that was when he decided to take part.

A few weeks went by as you tricked the men of the city. But only one caught your eye. The green stripes in his hair mesmerized you, seemingly glowing in the darker areas of the underground market.

You saw him disabling traps that once were laid out for you. Seeing him do this made your heart melt. He seemed to really care for the condition the cat, well, you. He was rather kind, kind enough that he tried to feed you at times. Unlike the other men around, Tighnari, as you had learned was his name, was a sweet soul. As you observed him work and continue with his duties when he wasn't gaining your trust. You found he was both a forest ranger and a healer of sorts.

His smile was like a sweet treat. His voice smooth and calming to your ears. You knew he was the one when he kneeled down before you and gently pet you, not even going for the bell that laid on the collar.

You leaned into his hand, enjoying the attention of the sweet man. It was at this moment that you had made up your mind, you'd choose him.

The only problem? You only had to get him to take the bell. The challenge you once set for the men was now a challenge for you. He didn't even seem interested in the bell, only you.

Time and time again he seemingly didn't notice the bell. No matter how many times he stroked your soft fur, gentle fingers grazing the collar, he neve took the bell.

Growing mildly impatient you sook him out each time he returned to the city. As he was in the markets, you found him and sat beside him. Only moving to follow him around the area. You nipped your sharp teeth at his puffy pants to get his attention.

Your efforts only brought a smile to his face every time he gazed down at you.

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After nearly a month of trying to get him to take the bell you grew impatient. Deciding he was the one and you were going to have him.

In your natural form you decided to approach him whilst he was in the city collecting supplies. If he wouldn't take the bell then you would just take him, simple as that.

But before you could even get in a word he turned from his trade and saw you. "Why hello there, you must be ____." His cheery tone took you by surprise. It was still so early, yet he seemed to have all the energy in the world.

"Yes, that's me. And you are Tighnari, correct?" You asked, if only to keep up a more formal appearance rather than admitting you had essentially stalked him while in cat form.

"Correct. Can I help you?" He asked, his sweet smile curling his lips. "Ah, yes." You replied, clearing your throat as you put your mind back on track. "I was um..."

God, how were you supposed to ask him out? Technically this was your first time meeting. Speaking with him only now seemed difficult.

His head tilted and his large ears flopped to the side as he looked to you expectantly. You cleared your throat once more. "Ahem, I was wondering if you would perchance go on a date with me?"

Your hands clasped behind your back as you looked to your feet bashfully. Hearing a snicker you looked up to him.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to ask!" He chuckled, leaving you confused. Was he so confident in himself that he knew you would want him? Or was there something he knew and you didn't? Before you could say anything more than a soft "How?" He began to explain.

"Your scent, I knew you were that cat. Despite the form you take your scent remains the same." He states matter-of-factly. "O-oh..." You mumbled thinking you should have seen that coming.

"So is that a no?" You inquired sadly, feeling your hopes begin to fall. "Of course not! I would love to go on a date with you." He chirped. Heart soaring you looked up to him. "Really?!"

He responded with a nod before setting his hand on your head, giving it a gentle ruffle. "Of course, I'd love to." You grinned from ear to ear as he spoke his next words. "I'll pick you up tonight around 7, sound good?" Words falling short, you nodded happily.

"Alright then, I'll finish up here and see you tonight." He said as he waved you goodbye. You returned the gesture as you waved him off and returned to your home, preparing your best outfit for the night.

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That's all for today, wrote this while in the psychward lmao.

Send in a request if you have any ideas for me to write!

Have a lovely day babes ❤️

Since I've already been called out (Fuck you too @zhonglis-little-slvt) here's a few of my works

Okay I love this, it's so sweet and I think it's also really relatable cuz I sure as shit don't think I'm desirable. (probs why I'm still single lol)

Your thirties, everyone says they're the best years. All your friends found husbands or wives and have gotten married and had four kids or so. And then there was you. 32, single, with a few friends and a nightshift job every couple of days with hellish hours but decent pay.

In all honesty, you gaslighted yourself into thinking you were happy because let's be honest, therapy is too expensive these days. But thankfully your luck was about to change.

Ya see, behind your back your friends were gathering intel on simple things like, what's your type, what do you like, interests, needs, stuff like that. And what did they do with all this knowledge? They passed to your parents who you had cut off for being in your business too much, like now.

As you went from your day to day your friends and family planned and signed a marriage certificate to someone you haven't even met yet. So you, unknowingly, were now married to a stranger.

Days later as you were at one of your favorite coffee shops, where you met with one of your friends whom you chatted with for hours before the topic slipped and soon you were fuming. "YOU DID WHAT?!" You shouted as you stood, slamming your hands on the table. "W-we thought it was for the best, your parents said-" They began before you silenced them abruptly. "My familial matters shouldn't concern you Monica!" You practically screeched as you rapidly gathered a teacake or two and your latte before storming out of the café, leaving the rest of the onlookers to awkwardly stare at Monica.

Hurried steps carried you to your apartment and inside before you shut and locked the door. The heel of your hand wiped against your eye as you smeared your tears away. "God.. Why!?" You cried out as you went to your room to sit on your bed and eat what remained of your teacakes. You knew stress eating was a terrible habit of yours but it always made you feel better. Setting your latte on your nightstand you curled up on your bed wondering how your friends could've betrayed you like this, saying it was for the best? From your family it was understandable, it's why you cut them off- but your friends??

After hours of attempting to calm yourself down by watching shows, eating snacks, and taking catnaps, you were finally calm enough to fix yourself up to head back out to town. You figure after such a rough bout you should try to cheer yourself up, perhaps some retail therapy from that trinket shop you liked?

But the moment you opened the door, the overpowering scent of roses, lavender, and zinnias hit you. "Agh!" You exclaimed in shock. Stepping back from the strong smells, the backside of your hand covered your nose as you look in front of you to see a bouquet of flowers.

"So sorry!" You heard a rough voice come from behind the massive bouquet. "I hadn't thought you would be coming out at the moment. I was just about to knock actually..." Taking a few steps back with a cough or two to clear your senses, you looked up to see a tall red-haired fellow. From the setting sun behind them contrasting too much, your eyes couldn't see them too well, but you could very well assume they were male due to the deep tone of their voice and the incredible height.

"I'm sorry?" You said in a questioning tone. "I'm not expecting anyone, I think you got the wrong apartment." A nervous yet gentle smile graced your lips as you tried to kindly get the man to leave. "Is this the address for ____?" "Well, yes that's me" You answer, rather confused at this point. "May I come in please? I'd like to speak with you-" His voice was smooth and it made you want to melt but you also had no clue who this man was. He seemed like a fine gentleman and like a good character, so deciding to go with your gut, you stepped back into your apartment and help open the door.

He thanked you as he stepped through the door, his heavy black boots thudding on your wood floors. "Introductions first," He starts as he turns to you and places the massive bouquet in your small arms. "My name is Diluc and you my dear are now, well.... mine." He says as gently as possible.

Despite how gently he broached the topic, the way he phrased his words irked you. "'Yours'? And exactly what does that mean? Mr.Diluc?" He kneeled down to unbuckle his boots and take them off before standing tall before you once more and taking the flowers from your arms to place them on the nearby table. "Let's go sit and talk, shall we?" He asked, though the request sounded more like a demand.

With a quiet huff you walked to your small living area and dropped yourself onto an armchair. "Now start talkin'. What's all thus about me being 'yours'?" You began, tone laced with sass and a tinge of anger.

He let out what sounded to be a... nervous chuckle? Did you intimate him? Before you had the chance to think any further into his actions he cleared his throat. "Ahem, pardon my choice of words. I meant no offense. What I meant was that you are now my spouse." Your brain broke at the last word. Did you hear that right? "I beg your pardon? Spouse?" He nods. "We are now wed my dear."

Looking at him you felt both relief and fear. Reliefe because at least he looked good and seemed like a nice guy but utterly terrified because you had no clue who this man was. "O-okay... I'm married now." You say absolutely dumbfounded. "What am I supposed to do now?" You ask him as your previous anger simmered down into confusion and timidness. "Now we wade into these unknown waters together. I'll care for you and give you time to adjust of course but know that I'm still beside you with my arms wide open for you to fall into." He says softly as he finally sits down beside you and takes your hands in his. His hands engulfed yours entirely, making your tiny ones completely disappear between his long, thick digits.

Nervous as you were, you couldn't deny the facts.

1 This man was hot as hell, I mean- sexy as sin itself

2 If you decline this one another will be thrown your way

And 3 You don't have the money nor the heart to file for a divorce.

"F-fine..." You complied. "But we're taking things slow, got it? Like dating, hitting all the bases, the whole bit-" You state, putting your conditions on the table first moment you get. He nods. "Completely understandable, I will respect you and your conditions so long as you can mine." He counters. "And those would be?"

"You move in with me."

Not proofread, just had fun, like if you liked it and if I should continue or leave it be, love you babes and I'm going to bed, night! <3

arranged marriage but with a reader in their early thirties who thinks they’re not desirable and the man who they’re promised to also being in his thirties and glad to be marrying someone his age and is completely smitten with them

Deadass this was me in the psychward