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reveluving · 5 months

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SHY WIFE AND PRICE....ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME!!!!!Imagine this Adonis of a man spoiling her from the first date and even her being shy, the 141(plus Kate) KNOW who's the boss( he ALWAYS have a photo and a story about Mrs.Price and it's just the cutest thing how his eyes light up that they also love her)

CUUUUUUTE AAAAAA!! GNAWING ON MY BARS RN!! And thank you for specifying the Adonis of a man bit! Can't forget about that!! ☝🏼😌💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

In any case of our beloved shy!wife fics, especially with his line of work, just expect your husband to have a polaroid or five of you ready.

And John is no different.

You must be a special one if you managed to catch the eyes of the captain, and to clarify, you are!

John knew there was no going back to his mundane yet chaotic lifestyle the second he asked you out. It took everything in him not to chuckle at your look of disbelief, your lips parting just a tad bit. He didn’t want you to think he was making fun of you, you were genuinely adorable with your expressiveness. And though had told him you were open to anything, even specifying that you wouldn’t mind anything small and simple, he didn’t let you.

He took you out to dinner on your first date, nothing too fancy, though that couldn’t be said the same on the later dates, gifted you a small but beautiful bouquet and the rest was history.

And amazingly, he gets even better at spoiling you after he puts a ring on your finger. As if he wasn't already good since your first date!

Kisses or cakes, hugs or huge bouquets, he'll always find a way to spoil you. Because you—your smiles, giggles and laughs, your time and your love for him means so much.

More than you can imagine.

A sweetheart, a gentleman. You couldn’t ask for a better man to fall for you, though, like him, you were mind-blown to even think a man, no, a hunk like him showed interest in you. Made you feel wanted, special—someone he wanted to be with with zero hesitation.

He wouldn’t be able to forget your shy smile, how you’d mindlessly trail your fingers across the table or your lap out of embarrassment, how your fingers curled around his hand, despite averting your gaze from his cheeky smile many dates later.

And though the wedding was small, to him, it felt like a sweet fairytale.

To finally be able to call you Mrs Price.

Laswell had the privilege to meet you first before everyone else. She enjoys the sisterly moments you’d have, a breath of fresh air from the craziness, to say the least, that she has to witness in her lifetime. Always appreciates you checking in on her via messages or if she’s lucky, a quick call. And it becomes a tradition of hers to jokingly remind John to take care of you and not to drive you crazy.

And then, there were the boys.

Johnny was the one who asked about you, catching the man looking at one of the polaroids of you with nothing but love in his eyes. Longing to get it over with and come home to you. Johnny didn’t think he’d be willing to talk about you at all, let alone more than a few sentences, i.e. privacy reasons or he just prefers to be on his own. Take in the quiet moment before any hell breaks loose later on.

Understandable, so imagine not only his surprise but also the rest of the 141 when he talks about you. First, with pure endearment in his tone, then the story gets romantic, cheesier even, but all three of them listened to his stories like no other (read: a father telling his kids how he met their mother), even if they acted like they were just casually fixing their weapons or thinking to themselves.

C’mon, he knows them!

Like John, you treat the boys like your very own. If Johnny, Kyle or Simon wanted to be doted over—to be cared for, something they haven’t felt in a while even if some of them wouldn’t want to admit it, then you’d give them millions! Even something as little as a handwritten message or passing them a few words i.e. take care and good luck via John.

Visiting the Price’s house now feels like a family thing. Again, it’s cheesy, it’s corny, and maybe even childish to some, for a bunch of men to be looking forward to these visits like a child being away from their parents at a dorm during college, none of you cared. Not you. Not John. And most importantly, not his boys.

None of them could have imagined your words to stick in their minds in dire times. A little motivation to return safely. Back to the base, for John, and back the Price’s home, for you.

“Johnny, I’m out of a few things in the kitchen. Could you drop by the store and get these for me, please?” “Can do!”

“Simon, have you seen John’s car keys? I can’t find them anywhere.” “I can help look for it w’you.”

“Kyle, I told you I can handle the fireplace.” “S’not that hard. Don’t worry!”

Home.

Bonus: A lil’ story I’m still working on with the COD men + dogs includes John with an American Akita. Similar to Phillip and Kai, John’s gigantic pupper tends to prefer listening to you to him.

His intolerance for certain people or animals drops in an instant the second he sees you, turning into a baby (your baby, might John add) but he also knows when duty calls. Ears tilting back and growling at a stranger who doesn’t know, or worse; ignores that you're taken.

And in John’s words: good boy.

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whimsywilde · 7 months

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Astarion's Mirror

I couldn't get this out of my head after seeing the idea mentioned somewhere. (A TikTok comment maybe?) I haven't written fanfic since DAI. How am I back at this again? I'm not 100% satisfied with it but if I fiddle too much, I'll lose interest and it will disappear in the WIP folder. lol Enjoy!

Thank you Larian Studios and Neil Newbon for this incredible, beautiful, heartbreaking character!

Recommened Listening: THE FEELS by Labrinth

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“Astarion…” she paused, hesitating, uncertain if the thought that had just danced across her mind would actually work. Sometimes she forgot he was a vampire. His lack of burning up in the sun tended to put his condition out of her mind. The mirror in his hand, however, had brought it back in stark relief. But… what if?

“As adorable as you are when thinking, I can’t help but feel there was more you wanted to say than just my name.” He smirked at her.

She resisted the urge to fall back into their playful banter. “What if you could see yourself… I mean, sort of.”

“What?” It was more of a whispered plea than a question. “How?”

“I’m not sure if it will work. But, the parasites… they’ve let us see into one another's minds before. It makes sense that we could see more.”

She hadn’t really been looking at him while she spoke, her eyes focused on some invisible point in the distance. Turning her attention more directly to him, his expression caught her off guard. She’d never seen him so vulnerable.

“We don’t have to. I’m not even completely sure it would work. I’ve never really tried to use it before. I just thought….”

“Would you try?” He interrupted, his voice still unnaturally hesitant, absent of the bravado she was used to. “Please.” It was almost an afterthought but may have been the most sincere she’d ever heard him.

She smiled tightly, worried now she’d be unable to connect that way, before closing her eyes and reaching for that alien presence within her mind. She hated the feeling of the cold shiver in her skull as she consciously connected to it and then, taking a breath, eyes tightly shut, reached out to where she felt she’d find Astarion.

At first the connection was light, barely perceptible, like cobwebs in the breeze. After focusing on it for a few seconds, reaching out to it with uncertain hands, it seemed to expand. With her eyes still tightly closed, it was the tide of emotions slowly rolling up in the shore of her mind that hit her first. The anticipation, hopeful expectation, fear and worry. She resisted the urge to retreat from the intensity of his feelings and the jumbled, wordless thoughts that came with them and, again, focused past them. After several seconds, she was surprised to suddenly find herself looking through Astarion’s eyes at herself. She stilled to allow the image of herself solidify in her mind.

Her eyes opened slowly. She allowed her gaze to linger near Astarion’s feet as gained confidence in the connection. The impatience he was feeling rushed to greet her through the bond.

“Look at me.” It was something between a command and a plea.

She opened her mind to him as completely as she could, wanting him to know that she had no motivations behind her actions and lingering gaze other than to allow him to see himself clearly, to be a mirror. She took a deep breath, centered herself and began to slowly lift her eyes up his body. Her gaze was gentle and curious, more that of an artist studying their work, rather than the lusty intensity of a lover. She followed the narrow slope of his hips up his chest and across his shoulders, her eyes lingering for mere moments before moving on. As she reached his neck, there was a brief glance to the scars that had made him the creature he was, before following his perfectly coiffed hair around his face.

Part of her still wanted to tease him, to play. They’d been having fun, taken next to nothing seriously while they traveled and fought together. Even when she allowed him to drink from her, always standing since him hovering over her had felt too intimate, she typically pushed him away afterward with a joke on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. It was easy and had been so natural to keep him just close enough without letting him in. The intensity of his feelings pouring into her now was more than she bargained for and she had a moment of regret for offering to even try. She didn’t want to feel so much. It left her vulnerable. Opened her up to much more than she wanted to be aware of. Her eyes had frozen at the base of his throat. Why couldn’t she bring herself to look up? She didn’t like the answers her heart was trying to give. His fingers curled lightly under her chin, lifting her face upward, pulled her attention back.

Her eyes snapped up to his suddenly and he gasped. The light from the campfire flickered and flashed across brilliant crimson. My eyes. Those are my eyes. His thoughts came through their link in sharp clarity. Her attention refocused on allowing him to see his face after so long in the dark and allowed the intensity of what he was feeling to drown out her own heart. She didn’t need to exist for this moment. She was giving this gift and she allowed herself to fall back within to the place of an observer. With her surrender, it allowed him to direct her eyes across his features. He took himself in fully and they stood in hushed stillness, eyes and minds locked together.

With their minds so fully blended, she almost didn’t notice her hand absentmindedly reaching out to rest lightly on the side of his face. He didn’t pull away. She used her thumb to pull gently at his bottom lip, exposing his fangs to her gaze.

They passed several seconds that way before her hand dropped, her vision swirling and darkening. She felt her body sway heavily and would have fallen if Astarion hadn’t caught her. Her head was pounding while her stomach churned. She sent up a silent prayer, to whatever god may be listening, that she wouldn’t vomit.

Astarion supported her body against his gently. When she tried to push away from him, he lifted her carefully and carried her to her tent, laying her down on her bedroll.

“You pushed yourself too far. You need to rest,” he scolded. She wanted to protest; to throw out some snarky remark in an attempt to catch him off guard so that they could go back to the superficial game they shared, but she couldn’t seem to measure out enough strength to respond. Sleep was quickly overtaking her. She was never sure if he’d actually turned to look at her before leaving the tent and whispered a strangled thank you or if it was just part of the fevered dreams of the night.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fanfic #astarion x oc #larian studios #thank you larian #neil newbon

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istoleyoursk1n · 4 months

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How would the boys react to a Tav who looks absolutely innocent only to be horrendously brutal in battle 👀

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TAV who appears innocent but is actually brutal in battle

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“And you expect me to align myself with the blissful little fool who stops to smell the roses? Oh, dear, who do you take me for?”

Barely cares for you and views you as nothing more than a naive imbecile at first. He finds your sweetness and innocence amusing, laughable even, but he’d scoff at the sight of you chasing after butterflies.

If anything he’d either brush you off or attempt to stain that innocence for his own enjoyment

A pinch close to dismissing your use of the group

Until he saw you fight

Utterly baffled when he first saw you but the shock was quickly overtaken by that all-so-familiar coy look on his face that came just before some sort of witty remark.

He’s impressed, amazed even, but he waits until after the battle to make his own comments about it.

In truth, he adores just how quickly you change from pure sweetness to vile brutality. Now that is something he can definitely work with.

There is just something so astonishing about seeing you demolish an entire group of goblins without much of a break or even a need for assistance. You’re relentless and strong, never letting anything stand in your way in battle, something he himself admires. Any past disgust or disregard he had for you slowly vanishes and instead is replaced with a curious interest.

“Well, darling, aren't you full of surprises? Here I was thinking we’d brought along a lost pup. I’m certainly glad to know you've got a hard bite hidden within you. Such a fiery little thing you are.”

: ̗̀➛WYLL

“Hm. It's quite nice to have a glimmer of light amidst all the chaos spewing about. I wonder what kind of flowers have you picked today?”

Finds your innocence/general sweetness to be some form of relief for him especially during the rather bleak moments of your journey. It's something he could always look to from afar to give himself a moment to smile.

He finds your innocence endearing, a source of warmth that he couldn't help but indulge in, thus compelling him to speak with you more often than most.

Was shocked when he first saw you fight.

He was speechless at first, his eyes widening at the sight of you ripping your enemy's throats without much of a second thought. He had to blink twice to ensure that it was indeed you doing all that.

The shock slowly turned into a wide-open-mouthed smile and a soft chuckle upon seeing just how great you were in battle. You were terrifying in your own right but it didn't dissuade Wyll’s interest in you in the slightest.

Wouldn't stop praising your fighting skills right after, and kept going on and on about possible titles for you in a playful manner. Though the sincerity in his eyes said otherwise.

“Is Slayer Of Beasts not an eligible title for you? Oh! How about… no that wouldn't work either. Regardless, your combat skills are impeccable! Truly, none could compare to your grace with a blade.”

: ̗̀➛GALE

“Ah. No harm in stopping to admire the view I suppose. What is it that you see? Aside from the brilliant rays of the sun of course.”

Doesn't exactly mind your innocence or your sweetness, he doesn't consider it a hindrance nor is he amused by it. If you want to stop attempting to pet every creature you see why should he be bothered?

Would probably question why you seem so blissfully ignorant or completely aloof out of his own curiosity but he wouldn't judge you for it.

Would sometimes tag along with you whenever you do get sidetracked but he’ll also be the subtle reminder that you should probably get going.

Slightly concerned that you’d constantly need assistance in battle or in particularly rough situations.

Pleasantly surprised when he discovers your brutality in battle.

Now he's all too curious as to where that entire ‘personality switch’ spews from. He won't stop asking questions about where you learned to be so brutal, why are you so different in and out of battle and so on.

Be prepared for every question he throws but do know it's only because he's become even more interested in you!

“Your prowess in battle is most certainly commendable! I do wonder where you could have learned such intense methods of combat? One could never turn a blind eye to a remarkable display of undeniable skill.”

: ̗̀➛HALSIN

“What a gift you are, to be so wondrously lost in bliss, running across fields of the oak father’s ever-blooming flowers. I may wish to join you someday.”

Also rather pleasantly amused with your innocence and/or sweetness. It was one of the first things he took notice of other than your scent of course. He finds it rather adorable that most things go over your head.

He has no qualms about you, even with your innocence and your seemingly soft demeanor, he places his full trust in you in whatever mission you set yourself off to.

Comes across as a bit protective at times as he views you as something fragile, something to be handled carefully.

Though in truth, he sees more potential in you than how most view you in your party. There must be more to you than an innocent little smile.

Taken aback upon realizing just how brutal you were in battle.

Sure, such brutality and violence could be useful against the foes of nature but he hopes that you never turn such strength against your fellow comrades and the innocents.

Other than that, he's impressed, commending you for your undeniable strength and skill in terms of battle.

If anything, he's grown more infatuated with you, amazed by both the sweetness you exude and the glorious beast you become in the heat of combat.

“Nature had made you all too perfectly, a delicate flower in the arms of your comrades and a ferocious yet beautiful creature when bathed in the blood of your adversaries. Breathtaking. Truly breathtaking.”

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#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #baldurs gate 3 headcanons #bg3 astarion #bg3 halsin #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #astarion #halsin #wyll #gale

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prismatic-starstuff · 5 months

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Hmm arguing with P headcanons? Petty lovers' squabble 👉👈

Lovers' spats with Pinocchio would involve...

To be honest... the thing with poor Pino is that he's— basically been made to serve all his life. He's used to doing exactly what he's told without question, so if you ever get mad at him... at first, rightly or wrongly, he'll immediately assume fault and apologise right away.

Expect lots of puppet affection by way of apology; his head resting on your shoulder, his hand in yours, lots of big ol' stares as he tries to work out if you want cuddles. (Best to just take the initiative and cuddle him.)

Before he gains humanity, he's very much like this in every situation. He won't have any problems with anything you do, either; and even if he did, he's not... really used to expressing any problems he has, or being allowed to.

As he gains humanity though, he also gains the realisation that yes, actually, he can express how he feels! So if any lovers' squabbles are going to take place at all, it'd be sometime after that.

For problems he might have... maybe, maybe, he might get a little bit jealous. As he starts becoming aware of his emotions, he realises exactly how deeply he adores you, and... maybe it hurts a little if it seems like you prefer someone else's company. ...Maybe he's a little scared of being abandoned.

He doesn't get mad at you, though. The worst you'll notice is that he might subconsciously be a little withdrawn, busy with other things, suddenly very interested in sharpening his weapon or playing with his legion arm. It's not on purpose; he just... doesn't know how to express himself.

He'll express what's on his mind after being asked, but... it might take a few times asking. He's really not used to voicing his opinions, to being seen as an individual with thoughts and feelings; it takes him a bit to realise that it's okay.

After he gets more humanity, he won't immediately and unquestioningly accept 100% fault for every little thing that happens every time. His understanding of himself as a person grows as his humanity does, as well as his understanding that not every situation is clear cut right and wrong.

So, if you have a problem with him, he'll talk with you about it; he'll apologise sincerely if he is at fault, and if there are any misunderstandings, he's incredibly patient and takes the time to ensure you're comforted and reassured.

All in all, arguments with Pino never last because... well, it's Pino. He loves you, and he's kind and compassionate by nature, and it's not as if he holds grudges or gets spiteful when it comes to you. When a problem arises, he works with you to solve it; and he'll never refuse to apologise when he's in the wrong.

#lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #lop pinocchio #pinocchio x reader #p x reader #my writing

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inactivewattpadauthor · 5 months

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Fujin x Fast Food Worker Reader + Bonus

A/N: Making this while I'm at work sitting in drive thru🤧

I was inspired by some Fujin headcanon that mentioned him getting used to ordering Fast Food ~~~~

It was beginning to turn in the evening, nearly the end of your dull shift. It's been quite some time since a customer showed up, but you didn't dare think or say anything about it unless you wanted to jinx the peace.

And God, you didn't want that to happen.

Your manager walks past you as you were leaning against the front counter, doing nothing. The second you make eye contact with her and see that judging glance, you already knew she was about to say something.

"Don't just sit there until you have to clock out, Y/n. Go sweep the floor! And make sure you don't clock out a minute late again! I don't need another violation from the boss!"

"Yes ma'am." You blankly replied, still not moving from your spot as she disappeared from sight.

Your eyes wandered to the glass door, catching something odd in the sky. It was heading your way, and the shape was odd to be a bird.

'The hell is that?' You squinted. 'Is that a guy? How is he running in the air like that?'

Disbelief and confusion drifted your mind, watching as that man entered the restaurant.

You felt more baffled as he had glowing white eyes and the armored outfit he's wearing.

His long white braid also had your notice, but that's just because it looked nice.

The man glanced around the building before noticing you at the register. You stood up straight, instantly, feeling intimidated.

"Greetings there." He smiled warmly at you. "Doing well today, ma'am?"

"I- uhh, yes sir!" You tried not to stumble over your words. "How may I help you… today?"

"Hmm…" The man looked above you at the menu, placing his finger over his chin.

You still couldn't stop looking at his eyes. Why were they like that?

"I'll take one of those small sandwiches, please." His gaze and smile returns to you.

"A cheeseburger?"

"Correct!"

"Would you like some fries with that, sir?"

"Sure! Ooh, and one of those small meals for kids that come in those little adorable boxes!"

"Um, yes sir… Your total is 11.27."

The man nodded before handing you a small pouch. Opening it, you felt something inside you crumple as you see the concerning amount of coins he has handed you…

You just prayed it was the right amount before just putting it in the register and going back to prepare the order.

A few minutes after bagging the order and whispering among the staff about the abnormal customer, you went to him and cautiously handed his food.

"Thank you. Take care of yourself now." He bows to you before heading out. You and a few other employees watched as he started walking in the air pretty casually.

It was silent before one shrugged and spoke, "Meh. Just the average weirdo, I suppose."

~~Back at the Sky Temple~~

"Fujin, I'm not taking it. We, as demigods, do not need consumption. And it looks childish." Raiden pushes away the small, red box Fujin tries gifting him.

"Oh, come on, brother! Don't be like that! These mortals have such amusing cuisine creations!" Fujin chuckles. "Just try it!"

"Fujin!" Raiden growled.

"Please, brother?" Fujin pleaded with more sincerity in his expression, making Raiden give in.

"Fine." Raiden sighed with defeat of his dignity.

Now there the Storm brothers were, sitting at the small table; Fujin eating his burger while watching Raiden sulk and pick at the chicken pieces in the kiddie box.

At least he showed a little interest in the toy that came along with it.

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat x reader #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #fujin #fujin x reader #lord fujin #lord raiden #raiden #goddesswritings

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chelseachilly · 7 months

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how deep is your love

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: ben's drunk and can't stop telling you how much he loves you 🩵 warnings: none :) word count: 1.4k

author’s note: written based on this post from @benchilwellx bc it was such a cute concept, just a quick fluffy little one-shot to get the writing juices flowing :) sorry i haven't updated this love in a couple weeks but life has been crazy! hoping to get the next chapter posted in the next week but enjoy this in the meantime 💗

also for the sake of this fic let's pretend chelsea didn't have a game this weekend, tbh would rather forget the one they did play lol

In the two years you’ve known Ben, and just over a year since you’ve been a couple, you could count on one hand the number of times you’ve seen him truly drunk.

With the football season preventing him from indulging too much for most of the year, and fitness at the top of his mind even in the off-season, he rarely gets the opportunity. Usually, when you go out, he either drives or makes sure to get you home safely in an Uber, and if you’ve had a really fun night, he’ll help you take off your makeup or even hold your hair back if necessary.

So it’s an interesting turn of events when you show up a bit late to his best mate Harvey’s birthday celebration at a fancy club in Soho and find your boyfriend clearly tipsy already.

He’s sitting in a booth next to Tom and Harvey singing along to some 90s R&B song, a drink in hand that is definitely not his first, or even his second or third. He’s a bit of a sight to behold, as he so rarely drinks this much, but you can’t help but smile at the sight of him letting loose - you know how much pressure he’s been under lately with the captain duties.

“Babe!” Ben exclaims with wide eyes and an even wider grin as soon as he sees you, stumbling a bit as he gets up from the booth. “You’re here!”

He quickly makes his way to you and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, and you can taste the liquor on his tongue. You sink into him nonetheless, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms after a long day of work.

As soon as you pull back, he rests his forehead against yours and takes a deep breath, his thumbs drawing circles on your waistline.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, babe,“ you smile back at him warmly, enjoying this affection, no matter how much tequila is playing a part. “You pretty drunk?”

“Mhm,” Ben says with a slightly dazed expression, his eyes still focused on your lips. “The boys were making me take shots since there’s no game this week.”

You chuckle slightly, rolling your eyes at Ben’s - and by extension, your - good friends at the booth behind him, dancing and ordering another round of shots. You’re glad Harvey’s having a good birthday.

“I’m happy you’re having fun, baby, you deserve it,” you say sincerely, cupping his face with both hands before leaning in to kiss him again. “Now, it seems I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“Go sit with the boys, I’ll get you a drink,” Ben offers, pressing another quick kiss to your cheek before heading to the bar.

You nod with a smile and go to sit next to Harvey, pulling him into a quick hug and wishing him a happy birthday.

“Now, which one of you is responsible for my drunk boyfriend?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow as you glance back at Ben, who is still smiling lovingly at you from the bar.

“That would be the birthday boy,” Tom chuckles. “He’s bloody entertaining though, isn’t he?”

“Yes, but I’m the one who’s going to have to deal with him hungover tomorrow,” you joke.

The last time he was hungover, after one fun night on the yacht in Italy this summer, Ben had forced you to spend the whole day in bed cuddling with him. You pretended to be annoyed for about five minutes before giving in - partly because you can never turn down his cuddles, and partly because you were pretty hungover too.

Speaking of how adorable your boyfriend is, within minutes he’s headed back over to you with that same dopey grin on his face and two vodka sodas. It’s your favourite, and his go-to during the season when he’s watching his calories.

“For you, my darling,” Ben says in an overly posh accent as he hands you the glass, making you giggle.

He then practically shoves Tom over to make room for himself to sit next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders protectively and kissing your cheek. You can feel yourself blushing from the unusually overt PDA, as he typically reserves this kind of affection for home, but you don’t mind.

“I love you,” Ben whispers once again against your temple, burying his nose in your hair. “So, so much. Missed you today.”

It’s amazing the way those three words still give you the same butterflies as the first time you heard them, making you smile like a lovestruck fool.

“I missed you too, baby,” you murmur, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make dinner. You know how crazy work has been.”

Ben and the boys had been a bit disappointed when you weren’t able to join them for dinner earlier, mainly because you’ve been so busy at work lately due to a recent promotion that your friends have hardly seen you. Even Ben’s time with you has been limited, especially with him also putting in extra time at Cobham as captain while Reece is out.

It’s been an exciting time for both of you career-wise, but it’s also meant spending less time together, which is probably why Ben is being so clingy right now and why you’re welcoming his clinginess.

“S’okay, I’m just glad you’re here now,” Ben says, kissing your cheek a few more times before returning the conversation with the boys.

You contently settle into Ben’s side, his arm still firmly wrapped around you, and sip your drink while they talk about football and the girl Anish is seeing. When Ben interrupts the other guys’ suggestions of playing it cool and waiting to text her back by telling his friend to be honest and just tell her how he feels, your heart swells with pride that your boyfriend is the most emotionally intelligent guy you know.

“Since Ben’s the only one successfully in a relationship, I’m gonna take his advice,” Anish laughs, raising his drink to you. “Unless he just got lucky with Y/N.”

“Nah, he won me over fair and square,” you say, turning your face to meet Ben’s eyes and smiling lovingly at him. “I’m the lucky one.”

The way Ben’s eyes shine and his lip quivers slightly at your words makes it impossible for you to resist leaning in to press a quick peck to his mouth. It’s not your fault he’s so adorable, nor is it your fault that Ben deepens the kiss and pulls you closer.

“Alright, we’re going to get more drinks, we’ll leave you to it,” Harvey says with an eye-roll as the rest of your group gets up and starts to walk over to the bar.

You pull back from Ben’s kisses, feeling a bit embarrassed by how touchy you’re being, but he only takes the opportunity to grab your waist and hoist you into his lap.

“Baby,” you sigh, really enjoying the warmth of his arms and the little kisses he’s leaving on your neck. “Don’t you think we should cool it a bit? It’s Harvey’s birthday, doubt he wants to watch us do this all night.”

“Can’t help it,” Ben mumbles into your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. “I just love you so much.”

Ben never shies away from reminding you of this fact, often the last three words he says to you before bed or when you’re leaving the house, but he tends to tell you how much he loves you even more than normal when he’s drinking. You’re not sure if he forgets that he already told you multiple times or just that he feels particularly lovey when intoxicated. Either way, you love it.

“I love you so much too, Benji,” you smile, kissing his forehead and adorning the way his eyes flutter shut in contentment. “Why don’t we stay for one more drink and then go home and have sex on the couch and fall asleep watching Love Island?”

His eyes light up like a child who’s just been offered ice cream before bed, and he nods eagerly.

“Alright, but you’re gonna have to let me off your lap, babe,” you chuckle, ruffling his hair. “Unless you wanna get roasted mercilessly.”

“Don’t care,” Ben grumbles into your hair, but when you pull back and give him a warning look, he sighs and gives in. “Fine, but we’re dancing.”

You squeal slightly as you’re lifted off your feet, Ben dragging you to the dance floor. You might be exhausted and ready to go home at this point, but you’re content to spend the next few minutes dancing to some Calvin Harris song in the arms of your drunk boyfriend, him whispering how much he loves you between the choruses.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell x y/n #chelsea fc imagine #my fics

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samstree · 10 months

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A Careless Omission

Jaskier reveals he has a type. Geralt behaves strangely. (Or, the "Jaskier likes a dilf" fic, 2.9k, on ao3)

Jaskier doesn’t try to hide his interest.

His face has been slowly heating up with a blush, his lips worried and bitten with nervousness. It nearly makes him feel like a blushing maiden at the sight of her first crush, stomach fluttering and all. Who can blame him? His eyes have been caught by the barkeep since he sat down at the table.

Distantly, he knows Geralt is able to tell, sitting in front of him across the table. A witcher’s senses are too sharp for Jaskier to hide his intentions for anyone they meet on the road, but there’s no room for self-consciousness. His attention is away, following the other man as he works.

The barkeep is tall and burly, with wide shoulders and long legs, hair slightly wet with sweat from working in the kitchens. A few strands of grey hair pepper his brown curls beautifully, as well as his well-groomed beard. The simple clothing cannot hide the taut muscles underneath. Every time he rolls up the sleeves to show the strong lines of his forearm, Jaskier lets out an audible gasp.

Meeting Jaskier’s eyes, he comes to their table and serves two cups of ale with a bright, warm smile.

A bright, warm smile, and a little girl trailing behind him.

“Aww,” Jaskier whispers to Geralt as the man walks away. “Look at him with his daughter.”

The barkeep has brought his daughter to work. The girl looks no older than six, demanding bedtime stories and tugging at his apron constantly. He has to gently coax her to let him finish work first, all the while leaning down to kiss her on the head.

Jaskier’s breath catches, the hammering of his heart so loud he can practically hear it in his ears.

“Hmm.”

Geralt only gives a noncommittal hum while sipping his ale.

“Here we go.” The barkeep returns to their table with two bowls of soup, his smile still bright despite the late hour and his daughter’s chirping. “How do you find our establishment, kind sirs? Hope you liked the ale?”

Before Jaskier can chat up the guy, Geralt cuts in quickly.

“A bit sour,” he says, seemingly grouchier than usual. “And the place is loud.”

It’s entirely too rude, but before Jaskier can apologize for his friend, the barkeep scratches his head shyly and does it first, which makes him all the lovelier.

“Apologies,” he says sincerely. “My Lucja can be a menace when she’s tired. It’s a shame her bedtime happens to be our rush hour. She’s not bothering you too much, is she?”

“No, no!” Jaskier answers, rather too eagerly. “She’s adorable! I hope she’s not making your job difficult, is all.”

Jaskier’s face becomes even hotter when he takes his bowl, their fingers brushing, lingering. Finally, the barkeep is looking at Jaskier properly. His smile grows, stretching almost to his ears.

They hold each other’s gaze, until Geralt sets down his cup suddenly, much louder than necessary, breaking the moment.

“It can get hard at times, but I don’t mind,” the barkeep answers, eyeing Geralt for a moment before turning his attention back to Jaskier. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me, you see. I’d choose raising her on my own every time.”

“Oh? Where is her mother?” Jaskier frowns.

“I do not know where she is, sir, nor Lucja’s real father, for she was left at my doorstep as a babe. I meant to send her to the orphanage, but in the end, I just couldn’t see a little girl without a home. She is as much my daughter as she can be. We are a family, as destiny intended.”

What a sweet, sweet man.

Jaskier holds his chest as the fluttering inside intensifies. He’s nearly melting on the spot “Aww…” he sighs softly. “Such sadness, and such a happy ending. You truly are a kind man, sir…?”

“Andrej.”

“I’m Jaskier.” They shake hands, lingering some more.

“Still, it must get lonely for you, being on your own. Would you ever seek other forms of companionship, Andrej, when the long nights are difficult to pass?”

The hopeful hint hides so well under the concern in Jaskier’s voice. He’d like to think he’s rather smooth in his probing, after all these years.

“Well.” Andrej looks as flushed as Jaskier feels. His eyes lower, before lifting up again, looking at Jaskier from under his lashes. “I try to find company when I can, but none as fine as yourself, Jaskier.”

He drags out Jaskier’s name, patiently, sensually, making his bones hum.

The man leaves Jaskier with a suggestive look, and finds Lucja again. He lifts the girl easily, muttering about how he can finally tuck her in bed now. They disappear upstairs, with the girl draped over Andrej’s shoulder, her cheeks round with happiness.

Jaskier stares at them as they leave, eyes following the man until he cannot see them any longer, and then turns back with a dreamy sigh. He stirs his soup absently, occasionally letting out a goofy smile and a quiet giggle, ears still burning. Thoughts of Andrej fill the whole world, his eyes, his smile, his loving heart.

Jaskier knows he’s quickly, entirely, and head over heels, falling in love.

He lets out another giggle at the thought.

Their interaction replays over and over in Jaskier’s head, making him completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Out of nowhere, Geralt clears his throat.

“Oh, dear!” Jaskier startles, blinking. “Geralt, um… You are… still here.”

Huh, he seems to have completely forgotten about Geralt.

“My, my,” Geralt snorts. He looks like he’s trying very hard not to roll his eyes. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Jaskier has no intention of being mortified. He is no longer capable of that emotion when the stars align and hit him with a spell of love. Still, he gives some attention to his friend.

“Sorry, I was a little… beside myself,” he says, his spirit too high to be ruined by Geralt’s inexplicably bad mood. “You know,” Jaskier whispers, revealing the great secret. “It’s my weakness.”

“Weakness?” Geralt narrows his eyes.

“Yes, a man like Andrej.” Jaskier’s eyes brighten in fondness. “I happen to have no resistance around a good father like him.”

A pause of silence, and Geralt squints harder.

“A good… father,” he states, very, very slowly.

“Of course! Did you not notice? He was so good with his daughter earlier, so gentle and loving. I bet he tells the best bedtime stories, and little Lucja will want for nothing in her life. Oh, I cannot help myself, and I—” Jaskier sighs, once again. The amount of sighing today is a bit excessive, even for a poet. He’s well aware. “I think I’m falling in love.”

Geralt looks like he’s trying to suppress a growl, but ends up with an unpleasant grimace.

And Jaskier takes issue with that. He makes an unhappy noise.

“Oh, stop with that face. I know you want to mock me,” Jaskier admonishes, mouth forming a pout. “But I am not ashamed, I’ll have you know. I see being a good father as one of the most attractive qualities in a man, if not the most attractive! Though I admit, I have a soft spot, especially for him. Did you hear the story? To think Andrej took in an orphan girl under such tragic circumstances, just to give her a home… How can my heart not go out to him?”

Jaskier looks into the distance, lapsing into silence. The soup is no longer hot, and he digs into it slowly, mood still chirpy and stomach still full of warm fuzziness.

For some reason, Geralt keeps staring at Jaskier.

He seems offended, even.

“Hmm,” Geralt deadpans, stressing every word. “You are in love, because he is a good father?”

“Mm-hmm,” Jaskier hums absently.

Geralt stares for another moment, and another, his food and drink forgotten. It’s disconcerting. He simply slurps his soup loudly, filling the silence.

Tentatively, Geralt opens his mouth, and closes it, and then, he does it again a few times more.

Jaskier raises an eyebrow. Geralt does the same.

“What?” The bard is running out of patience.

“Nothing,” Geralt answers at the end, rather pointedly, looking directly at Jaskier. “So… Ciri.”

Jaskier blinks at the non sequitur. “Hmm?”

“You do remember her,” Geralt adds, “Ciri?”

Frowning, Jaskier is slightly concerned for Geralt’s sanity. Or his.

“Yes? I’ve not suffered a blow to the head, Geralt. I remember Ciri.”

“Just checking.”

The tiniest pout forms around Geralt’s mouth, a hint of dissatisfaction tugging at his lips like an overgrown child. His eyes are still boring into Jaskier’s face. He pauses for a beat, as if waiting for Jaskier to catch up on something.

Jaskier is even more confused about the weird mood of his witcher. He waits with bated breath for a moment longer, but Geralt is still looking at him expectantly.

Losing patience, Jaskier gestures for him to go on. “Well, what about Ciri?”

Geralt sighs, somehow sounding defeated.

“She wrote to me,” he says, finally dropping the grouchy tone when talking about Ciri. “I got the letter today.”

“Oh.” The mention of Ciri’s letter brings joy to Jaskier’s heart. The girl tends to write to them sporadically during her travels, and Geralt always discusses everything about her with Jaskier. It’s nice to hear from their little witcher-princess, who is actually not so little anymore. “That’s good, Geralt. What did she say?”

Taking a very deep breath, Geralt continues.

“She’s traveling, mostly. Took contracts here and there. Also—” Geralt says carefully, “said she missed me.”

“Yeah?” Jaskier smiles, proudly.

“Yeah, you know. She does… um, miss me, because I—um, you know, I’m her…” Geralt doesn’t finish the sentence, but leaves room for it to be finished. With what, Jaskier isn’t sure.

But Jaskier’s heart twists in sympathy. He misses Ciri dearly too, and it could explain Geralt’s strange behavior today, so he tries something else. “You know, we could visit her,” he suggests. “Write back, see if we can meet up and travel together for a while.”

Geralt’s eyebrows lift, ever so slightly, at those words.

“We can,” he agrees, voice lighter. “And… you remember how she has nightmares. If we travel together, I can stay with her at night until she falls asleep.” He thinks for a second. “Tell her a story or two, chase away the bad dreams, perhaps. It is my duty for her, as she is my… um, Ciri.”

The phrasing is perplexing. She is… all of their Ciri, of course. There’s no telling why Geralt said it like that.

“That’s a shame.” Still, Jaskier doesn’t like the idea of their little girl having nightmares, but then— “Wait, does she still let you tuck her in? She’s turning… twenty this summer, I believe? And now an independently working witcher. Isn’t she too old?”

It seems to dawn on Geralt too.

“Oh.” He blinks. “So she is,” Geralt splutters. “Never mind, then.”

Jaskier can’t blame him. Sometimes, they both forget how fast their little girl grows. She is now a proper grown woman, slaying monsters with better witchering skills and magical powers than anyone could have imagined.

He understands Geralt’s tendency for nostalgia, though. When you find a scared little girl and help her become this confident version of herself over the course of a decade, you’d want to linger in those memories, even though she can easily stand on her own feet now.

“Still, I believe it if you say so,” Jaskier muses. “She’s been through so much before, and past hurt fades slowly. Seeing you could be good for her too.”

Geralt looks down, suddenly stabbing the gooey soup with his spoon as if it’s a particularly difficult fiend. After a moment, he sighs. The excessive sighing seems to be catching on today.

For all of Geralt’s emotional constipation Jaskier has witnessed over the years, today’s grumpy episode is truly a bad one. And then, he thinks more about Geralt’s behavior all day, mentioning Ciri out of nowhere, insisting that she still needs care even though she’s grown. It’s nearly like Geralt is trying to make up for something, or drive a point home.

It’s just that Jaskier has been missing the point all along.

It clicks, all of a sudden.

Oh.

Of course.

How could he be so blind?

“Oh, I see.” He places a hand on Geralt’s arm, exhaling in relief. “Forgive me, Geralt dear, but I see it now.”

“You do?” Hope shines in Geralt’s eyes.

“I do!” Jaskier confirms. “It’s terrible I have not realized earlier. I have been incredibly neglectful of you.”

Eyes wide with hope, Geralt seems to have stopped breathing in anticipation. “Go on,” he prompts.

“It all makes sense. You have been acting weird since we sat down, and with me fussing over Andrej and his daughter…” Jaskier states gently, eyes bright. “Your guilt is acting up again! Am I correct?”

Geralt is frozen like a statue, incredulous.

He must want to deny it, but everything about him says he’s been caught off guard, which means Jaskier must be right on point. He pats himself on the back mentally, proud for having figured out his witcher’s internal struggles. After a few decades, he has become an expert in reading Geralt’s every mood.

Jaskier pulls the chair to the side of the table so they sit closer together, their knees touching. He wraps an arm around Geralt, hands running small circles on his back, a familiar soothing motion for when his witcher’s mind is being unkind to him.

“Um, Jask…”

“You don’t need to deny it, you know.” It’s silly that Geralt still has trouble accepting Jaskier’s help sometimes, so he remains patient. “It’s perfectly reasonable, with Ciri traveling alone, being away from your protection. You still feel responsible for her, as you should. The bond between the two of you is stronger than destiny itself.”

Geralt pinches between his eyes, looking torn. “You don’t need to tell me these things, Jask. That’s… really not what I’m thinking.”

This ridiculous, stubborn man. Jaskier shakes his head.

“Nonsense. You don’t need to hide it from me, Geralt. It’s only me.” Jaskier smiles encouragingly. “I’m always here when you have these doubts. Always. Ciri has to leave you—leave all of us—precisely because you’ve taught her well. You have prepared her in every way you can, and now the world will see what she can do.” He hugs Geralt tighter, knowing his touch is comforting for Geralt in these bouts of self-deprecation. “It’s okay to feel at a loss, but it’s not like she’ll never need you again. You are her father, and nothing will ever change that.”

The words settle quietly, genuinely, and Jaskier feels the tenseness in Geralt’s body fade. He takes pride in himself again, a grin stretching across his face, feeling incredibly achieved.

“Yes,” Geralt whispers, looking directly into Jaskier’s eyes. Their faces are only a hand’s breadth away, his tone intimate and sincere. “I am her father.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jaskier agrees happily. “You are the best father she could ever ask for.”

“Yeah?”

Geralt breathes in, his gaze lowering. They are leaning into each other’s space, with barely any distance in between. Jaskier’s hand is still wrapped around Geralt’s shoulder, and now Geralt has placed a hand on Jaskier’s knee.

For some reason, the fluttering in Jaskier’s stomach returns. The sensation is such a surprise that he nearly falls out of the chair.

“Geralt…”

“Jaskier, look,” Geralt breathes, lips parting, “I—”

Before he could finish a sentence, they are interrupted by someone coming down the stairs, their footsteps echoing loudly in the tavern. Jaskier snaps his attention away in an instant.

Oh, Andrej is back!

Jaskier lets out a delighted squeal, all thoughts replaced by the barkeep’s warm smile.

“Hold that thought, dear,” Jaskier says absently, patting Geralt on the back. “I should be… going.”

“But I—”

Geralt’s eyes are wide, darting between Andrej and Jaskier.

Jaskier stands up, checking on Geralt again. “Hmm? What is it? Do you still need me here?”

He would stay with Geralt, comforting him for the rest of the night if those old insecurities still plague his friend. A good night with a handsome and kind man will always come second when it comes to Geralt, but…

But, but, but…

Jaskier’s heart is already soaring away.

Luckily, the moment of panic in Geralt’s eyes fades into calm acceptance.

“Nothing,” Geralt says, resigned with a quiet smile. “I don’t need you here, Jaskier. You should go.”

His posture goes slack. It must be the relief after all of Jaskier’s words, all the doubt eased, judging from the way Geralt’s face morphs into an emotionless neutrality. Once again, Jaskier mentally pats himself on the back for having cracked the problem.

He beams at the thought, bending down to press a good night kiss on Geralt’s cheek, who lets out a little gasp, leaning into the chaste kiss.

“Don’t wait up!”

Jaskier winks before turning away, not looking back again. When he takes Andrej’s hand, there’s even a spring in his steps.

Oh, Jaskier should be allowed to feel a little smug, just a little bit. He has had the most wonderful night. On top of seeing right through Geralt’s emotional turmoil, he’s also landed himself a fine companion until morning.

The wonderful night can still get a lot better, he thinks.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #they are idiots your honor #but mostly jaskier #he should fundraise for a braincell

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alessabriel · 2 years

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Y/n Wayne!Venom! x Batfamily

Grayscale – Y/n Wayne!Venom!xBatfamily | P2 ―

Summary: [Name] was a shadow among his family, on patrol and only stands out from cameras outside, every important aspect of his life was gray in a great work of art full of vibrant colors, even if he tried 200% he would never stop being monochromatic or so he thought until the arrival of something out of his world.

Cw: blood, typical canon violence, mention of suicides, self-esteem and mental issues, parental neglect, if I missed any let me know.

- Someone asked me to tag him and here I am: @venomsvl I feel like it's not a big deal, it's not a lot of anguish or a lot of fluff but I did it, I hope it feels good for you to read this c:

✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋

↻ The arrival of Venom in your life only mobilized even more the endless empty hours in which your own mind played against you, the voice of the Symbiote filled your head and distracted you. It was a breath of fresh air, a tender caress on the head after hours of crying and you could feel that your new alien companion could feel it, but neither had said anything yet.

↻ Just as you felt better, everyone noticed it but no one delved into it and the only one who did it as usual was Alfred, which was never new. At that point he was your real Father.

|| The days were calmer with Venom's eternal talk inside your head, it was comforting to listen to them and apparently the silence didn't bother him, he could feel that you communicated mostly with movements so subtle that they could go unnoticed. And his unmistakable deep, rumbling voice was welcome. You didn't know when it had become everyday to have long conversations accompanied by food for both of them.

“I see that he has regained his appetite of old young master [Name].”

And without being able to avoid it you choked on the mouthful of pancakes dipped in that gooey chocolate fudge, fortunately small incidents like that Venom was good at pulling you out of it by mere instinct and stayed on your bare skin, hidden from prying eyes.

How little you knew.

Since Alfred kept a soft watch on you, you were the son who was most attached to his side. The affection that protected you was undeniable, and unfortunately far exceeded the rest but they were secrets that he would take to the grave. That's why his immediate reaction was to offer pats on your back seeking to help you not drown, and in that tiny instant he felt something that cushioned his palm. Something under your clothes and moving, he didn't say anything.

"If having parasites leaves me with an appetite after I recover, Dad," you commented, unable to avoid your content smile, waiting for the reaction.

“I am not a parasite. apologize!” It was the voice that echoed in your head in a pleasant way.

And Alfred felt his heart squeeze by the naturalness in which that word emerged from your lips and it was the word "Dad", he could feel the love printed in your words and the infinite affection that lived in your sincere eyes when his gaze met with yours and every good feeling was increased by your giggle, that contagious and sweet giggle without bad intentions, it was inevitable not to laugh along with you. Your laughter was so contagious that it was a shame I hadn't heard you laugh more often, not since those years.

“I can imagine it son, I can imagine it”

For the first time since the abrupt change in the fourth youngest son, [Name] let go of such iron self-control with his most beloved father figure and mentor of his in his existence. No one looked at the brotherly love between them and that was fine, because for the first time they both allowed themselves to be selfish.

Finally Alfred could freely call one of his beloved masters, like his son without being interested in the label and finally you could freely love your dad, that figure you adored so much. ||

↻ Your life began to travel much clearer paths, but you did not let go of your self-control and continued with the same rhythm in your patrol but alone, you could not work together with your brothers due to the difference between their methods and difference of thoughts. Not when you could feel the sharp gaze of Dick and Tim silently judging you, it was irritating (Damian became more vicious in beating them, more Tim for his open creepiness directed at you and your perfection on the pitch, in your entire life, but this didn't stand out much thanks to the smaller Robin himself).

↻ That caused you such suffocating stress that not even Venom could lighten up with his idle chatter for your distraction and allow you to cool down (because Venom understood the falsehood in humans and as your own family flaunted it by hurting all its members and understood the because of your always perfect inexpression that did not leave anything in the air) because they both knew how cruel you could be. And your eternal fear vibrated against the existence of your alien companion who lived in you, and Venom feared when that moment would come and they both tried not to think about that safe house that remained camouflaged with everything necessary to flee and maybe, just maybe go with your mother's family. Wisdom and the matriarch's number weighed on your phone, as did the terror of breaking the rules and being kicked out of the family, of being thrown aside in the most horrific way literally and that subjected you to results you didn't want, to missions accomplished but unsatisfying for you and Venom.

↻ Although you gradually let go of that fear, with such delicacy and care, you began to make your own decisions explicitly based on your ideals, philosophy and way of thinking. You couldn't see Jason's pride at your looseness, although rigid it was a tender freedom that you allowed yourself and he loved seeing that in his younger brother, a younger brother he would give his life for and perhaps the demon-possessed Damian, he lied telling himself that it didn't hurt to love all her siblings in the same way because the two younger ones earned her affection and affection. Jason loved his two younger brothers with all his being, the last to join the family for being themselves, and hell swallow him alive if he did not treasure them with every tender, diabolical, Machiavellian and even brotherly antics they did including the most of the time (he always tried to lie to himself that he didn't cry when they gave him an exact painting of that puppy that died waiting for his return).

↻ Unlike Tim and Dick, both the youngest children of Bruce Wayne and the second eldest got along wonderfully, as time passed an unbreakable bond was formed between the three, they could hit each other, insult each other and play heavy jokes but never really hurt each other . There was an unspoken brotherhood between the three, something that no one could understand but they did see strangely. Jason specifically hated those weird, uncertain looks when you and Damian were having fun with things about boys your age, when you saw Damian laughing at being carried on his back in a zoo or you laughing at silly jokes. Or when they interrupted everyone's painting sessions, Jason knew that he didn't stand out like his two little brothers but he loved spending time with his family without being tortured by the past, nor by the actions of his "Father" (he would never forget Damian's tears asking him for forgiveness for being the cause of making him relapse into his traumas, same dark days lit by you with a good whispered read, takeout and home cooked meals, quality time including Damian afterwards and healing together). He would never change anything in his life, because that would ensure that he had met his two best little brothers in his life.

|| Still palpable and tattooed in blue fire on his eyelids remained the memory of you, how he had broken into his safe house and that no one else knew. You wore commando clothing and well concealed loaded weapons, you carried a backpack and a sports bag with you. Jason didn't have the strength to face you, not when he was a throwaway from the brother you used to know.

"No one knows your location brother, only me" you relieved his visible anxiety in his gaunt face, with stubble and eyes tired of everything. And you just swallowed, seeing the trauma in his clear orbs "I brought things to stay with you Jason I hope you don't mind"

A dry laugh was only heard, his life was a disaster that would surely disgust, after all you were the epitome of youthful and childlike perfection.

“If you don't mind all the dirt, go ahead”

From there Jason remembered little, but you did remember everything: bottles of alcohol even with their content scattered in random places, ashtrays with cigarettes started but never finished and bloody blades lying around, it hurt to see your reflection in them. But you weren't one to say anything, not when the scars weighed down the inside of her ankles, thighs, and forearms. So you spent that day cleaning up Jason's mess to finish both in the room without windows but with a low temperature air conditioner and both with a sandwich with a juice box, it was the best they had.

"Why did you look for me?" is the question before a listless bite of food. Jason didn't want to eat but his body said otherwise.

You just continued to drink juice from the box through the straw, tasting the sweet and tart flavor of the cranberry before you could answer, watching television with a children's movie that you knew by heart.

"Because I would like at least someone in my family to support me and not that idiot B" you said before biting down hard on your sandwich and snuggling better, without taking care of your position for the first time, revealing the inside of your ankles with sharp lines one after another, some still pink and others just a white trace, you were aware but you would not say anything a father, not a good father, just a father in the first place”

Jason heard the pain behind your words, as someone who had carried years of heavy and eternal resentment, and perhaps he wasn't the only one who suffered at the hands of who should be his father.

"It's a piece of shit that even money can't outshine, right?"

"Never. Do you want to play minecraft? That usually relaxes me, Alfred showed me the game a long time ago”

Not only were houses built and mined for hours, Jason and [Name] inched forward, bonding like brothers vowing to leave hidden secrets in that safe house that they prayed no one would ever know. No one would know what happened on that fateful day of the massacre at Blackmont Manor and no one would know of a father's sneaky method with his second son to get what he wanted to leave him traumatized. Because reproach would not give anything good and they knew it. ||

↻ Same times that were shortened by something, something that neither Jason nor Damian knew about but that would hit them horribly.

↻ Venom would never say it out loud but that lightness and elegant wildness was so attractive, you attracted people like moths to a light and he began to be a moth in search of that unique luminous glow. I enjoyed seeing you more relaxed, hanging out with friends with uproarious laughter who invited you to drink, to smoke (he always laughed at you for your concerns about developing addiction or illness, Venom protected you on a systemic level, but tried not to be a habit) and to get lost at night between isolated parts on motorcycles and giving you an opportunity to take advantage of everything that surrounded you but you ignored for being so clinging to self-control to avoid being the center of your parent.

↻ That elegant and vicious savagery presented itself in your patrol, with the perpetual thought that both Venom and you shared the thought that there were people who should not continue to live and having Venom, you could follow that thought. Not without first reaching agreements, agreeing on blind spots and investigating each person close to being devoured, Venom hated it but that gave them the security of only really bad people disappearing.

↻ Venom had times when he was in full control to chase down specific targets and devour them into the blind spots of cameras that infested all of Gotham like bugs, as raw meat and chocolate wouldn't always be enough, you knew that from the endless hours talking. And although you dealt with that underlying guilt for months, you managed to deal with it to move forward, like everything in your life.

↻ Thus the disappearances began, criminals whose crimes attacked the innocent fell but there was a pattern that Batman did not take long to notice. All those who died were charged with horrendous crimes such as horrific rapes, horrific murders for pleasure, intentional terrorists who attacked entire cities, people who attacked humanity itself and all within a specific schedule that was from 4:30 to 5:05 am of on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. However, no evidence of anything was ever found, only the disappearance remained with no bodies found. But everything caused a bitter aftertaste in Batman that he saw more than his companions saw and it weighed on him.

↻ No one knew what was going on.

↻ Until suspicion fell on you, the non-existent clues pointed close to you and your brothers (except Damian and Jason) immediately thought it was you, no one doubted it and that went deep. It went so deep that Venom felt that vicious chill of anger and betrayal rumble through your bones, because they don't ask, they just accuse.

↻ That tiny thought said out loud upset you, made you angry and furious for reasons that no one but Venom knew, an uncontrollable rage that you could barely contain inside yourself and that Venom little by little began to take as his own, to rage for all baseless accusations leveled at you from your own father. When there was more behind, there was a lot more behind but since you weren't The Joker, Catwoman, Harley Queen and any of the Gotham villains that your father played tag with. Because you were not The Joker who "repented" of what he did in the past to obtain mercy and help, the same as if he received. But you, oh no! Nerd.

↻ Everything exploded from one moment to another.

|| Never in your years of patrolling and being a vigilante did the suit weigh you down in such a way. The damn bat was stinging your chest like a white phosphorus burn and the kevlar armor was suffocating you, the sweat itching your skin horribly. In your head the voice of Venom did not make a dent in your own thoughts so violent, it was like pouring sharp stones inside your skull for everyone to shake you.

He was hurting you. All the accusations caused your silence to make you even more guilty in everyone's eyes, because of course everyone followed that stupid rule. I couldn't follow her, you couldn't when those bastards only got a year in prison getting out of jail early, those sons of bitches who destroyed your little family away from the central core and continued to rape, kill and take lives. You couldn't, you couldn't conceive it when even the horrific scene of your mother being tortured and you forced to watch, you couldn't. A stupid rule allowed vile beings like them to roam the streets when they snatched preschool girls, people from their families, when they kept torturing people and blowing up schools. And both Batman and his team did nothing, they just played to send him to jail so they could come out later to continue their streak.

Nothing made sense.

And your silence, a silence so devoid of reaction, only gave reason to the 'best detectives' in the world. Ridiculous titles to tell the truth, the situation at that point was funny.

"Won't you say anything son?" questioned Batman with that damn voice that he used with criminals, he was treating you like a criminal when yesterday he had promised to attend your volleyball game (promise that would never be fulfilled).

And that made you explode, that stupid modulated and regulated tone of voice poked you in the wrong way just like that distant day. You took off the command mask breaking it in your hand without even measuring your strength and Venom's momentum on your body, ignoring the look of Damian, Alfred and Jason, you couldn't stand it anymore. Not anymore, you were fed up and the hatred was filtered to get lost, the resentment instead scratched you viciously and made you laugh.

Laughter that indicated you were far from you. Damian felt his heart break to see you so broken, vulnerable and angry because you knew you would never kill because yes and by the looks of Alfred and Jason they knew it, only Batman denied any approach.

"What do I need to say if the incomparable Batman already blamed me, nothing will get you out of it" and your voice was just shaky, sounding so discordant from your normal tone.

And when Batman's hand wanted to touch your shoulder, a blackish mass emerged cutting the skin and protecting you at your weakest, most vulnerable moment. Venom wouldn't let him hurt you, not again.

"I don't know what the hell I expect, that they even doubt me" you said prisoner of everything, of pressure, of pain, of anger, rage and rage as well as of fear, panic and terror. You laughed hysterically trying to scratch your skin but Venom wouldn't let you protect your skin from your short fingernails and you couldn't take it anymore, no more "I don't know what I expect, dammit"

And everyone sprang into action as that blackish mass emerged to hover around you like a protective wave that repelled every thrown batarang and made you jump back as close to your bike as possible. Venom tried to protect you but the unmistakable pain and anguish made you more angry, more out of you but it didn't matter. He would protect your blind and weak spots, because he would first die before leaving you to die alone. And since Red Hood was sneaking off with something in hand next to the younger Robin, they would help.

Within seconds of being attacked, Batman made everyone calm down, as if he were dealing with a wild animal without reason. That made you even angrier.

“Yes, it was me who did everything and I really don't regret it! Your eternal crusade is useless because you only play hide and seek with those sons of bitches” you retaliated with anguished cries.

"It's not what you think son-"

"Don't call me son with a damn! You don't even know the most basic of me. And the little you know is because of Alfred" you answered in the middle of hysteria feeling how Venom threatened to take control and you pushed him down, with the last what was left of you you ripped off the useless gray chest emblem throwing it away from you at your father's feet, getting as far away from them as possible and having the motorcycle in your sights covering you hastily with the helmet "And you know what? I don't matter!”

Before anyone could react, several tear gas and smoke bombs exploded at the same time, catching everyone off guard because it was coming from three different directions.

It was only the beginning of the end. ||

↻ With your escape only an endless search began, nobody knew where you had fled and that created a conflict in the league. No one could say anything, some were in agreement with your actions but doubtful that you had it inside you and others who were flatly opposed. Surprisingly, it was Super Man who calmed the chaos at that time, because he agreed to start a search for the motives behind your actions. Along with many others from the League, the same ones that Batman discarded as if nothing happened to look for you until he found you.

↻ Because it was always that rule before his family, that was seen by everyone until now and nobody could say anything, they would not say anything.

↻ Little did they know, it was a matter of days before you managed to lose everyone including Jason and Damian to decide what to do next, considering that you only had your mother's family number on the cell phone that you always kept for emergencies. Nothing was certain, having to scrap and shelve vehicles left and right, you weren't well yet but it was an understatement of how you really felt.

↻ "We can be vigilantes and roam the world, and call ourselves Lethal Protector" Venom enthused inside your head while in a tattered mirror you trimmed your always long hair letting it fall in the sink "So we can go kicking ass"

↻ Venom talked a lot and it was what you needed, a respite from all the shit that was going on around you.

↻ You felt so shitty and in pain, in suffering because that shitty rule was always more important than family. But that pain was slowly sleeping, so deeply that it was ridiculous. You just needed to get them out of your system.

↻ The reflection that the mirror gave you back was unbelievable, it wasn't you and for the first time it was your own expression free of control, you hardly recognized yourself. That freedom gave you encouragement and circulated the blood in your veins, with decision you deleted the contact and dialed a number that you knew by heart; of your brother Jason.

|| The rain came pouring down around you, your sheltered under a stop on some road with the next target weighing in the pocket of your commando clothing. It hadn't been that hard to get out of those shitholes.

"Marco" you said before bringing the cigarette to your lips enjoying how Venom ate everything you had bought before the hunt.

Being a bounty hunter had always appealed to you, with your unerring fame and training it was easy, and with the right connections you'd gotten rid of any traces you could leave for the old man.

"Polo, damn [Name] it's been weeks, where the hell are you?"

It was impossible to camouflage the little pain in your chest but you cradled it, they were your feelings and they were all accepted.

"Just to tell you that I'm fine, let D know too... And sorry for everything, I'm so sorry."

Once the call was made, you threw the cell phone onto the highway where a car swept it away, taking it to pieces. Venom was laughing excited to be able to go around looking for whatever it was that your target was. “As I see this, we can do everything!” ||

↻ Grayscale was filled with colors when the Wayne name and that perfectly false golden boy had been buried with the dead, it was just a blank canvas waiting for thousands of colors.

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greenerteacups · 20 days

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Awe-inspiring is a word I feel is overused. "Awe" in general is overused, really. I mean, awesome inspired completely different feelings and images a hundred years ago compared to today. As someone who adores the original meanings of 'awe' and its related 'awe-inspiring', I sincerely attempt to limit my usage to reflect its gravitas.

With that in mind, your work is awe-inspiring. Thank you for sharing it 🤍

You mentioned in another response that this fic is millions of words, and I believe it. I cannot fathom how overwhelming that must seem now, let alone when you began at book one.

Are there times you've questioned this project because of its length? How do you keep going if you become overwhelmed? Along these lines, have you ever posted a plot point or a detail you regret on some level? How do you keep moving forward, working with those already posted points?

This compliment is sincerely touching, and I thank you for it. I don't take the word lightly, either, and I'll endeavor to deserve your respect.

Mostly, coping with the length is a "don't look down" scenario. Like, yeah, in theory you're writing hundreds of thousands of words, but also, you don't have to write them today. And the way I think about it is: I'm a writer, and I love to write. I would be writing millions of words cumulatively across different projects anyway, so why not this one? If I'm still interested in it — and I am — what's the harm in doing more in this universe? Sure, you worry about plateauing or getting writer's block, but ironically, once you've put in enough effort, that stops being a problem. You don't lose all sense of doubt, but you do start to get amused by the feelings, because they're so obviously baseless. It's like: yeah, whatever, Brain. You were able to write 500,000 words of fic about this one Specific Little Dude, but 600,000 is too much for you? What, was word #600,001 too much of an ask? You're going to waste two years of effort because you threw a temper tantrum and didn't want to write the Middle Part of Chapter Fucking Seventy-Three? Sure, honey.

Being kind to yourself helps a lot. Taking breaks when you need them, not forcing the scene if it doesn't want to come. Being willing to fuck with the project a little and shake up storylines if you're not digging them. The general rule of thumb is that if you're not having fun, the reader isn't either, so keeping yourself entertained is a big priority.

I don't recall anything I regretted, though I'm sure there are. I don't dwell on it much. You have to forgive the writer you used to be for not being as good as the writer you are now, and that means long projects are gonna get better with time. I choose to feel pride about that instead of regret. As for the fic, you do the best you can. Sometimes you just have to play it as it lays.

#greenteacup asks #write good art

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before reading please pay attention to the series masterlist, to make sure you have read the previous chapters!

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 16. The woman he wants to see in a wedding dress

Aether was pleasantly excited. Pleasant excitement slowly rose from his heels all over his body, gradually relaxing his tense muscles after a day's work. He was quite surprised at how his words continued to pour out of his mouth as the blond man continued to tell you more and more facts about some painting or book.

It seemed to him that you and he had known each other for as long as he could remember. It would seem that there wasn't a second when he didn't know you.

Your sincere words and comments, your kindness and curiosity gave him the strength to keep talking and made him want to share even more interesting and exciting information with you.

For the first time he met a person who shared his interests and understood each of his feelings so well. It was a very pleasant feeling, which, it would seem, had no analogues. Aether could tell that even his sister didn't understand him as well as you did.

And even the thought that he was here at the request of his sister completely disappeared from his mind. Now he was sure that he was with you of his own free will, and equally enjoyed this walk with you.

Your questions, interested look, light sighs as an answer to his words, were something special, which he was really glad about. His only thought was how charming you were when you both were discussing a book you read recently. You were like a breath of fresh air to him.

He was completely enamored with you as you two stood in the middle of the evening park. The silence filled the space around you, it was broken only by the whistle of the wind, which tousled your hair in different directions. It looked pretty funny, but that didn't diminish your beauty at all.

The man's cheeks were covered with a slight red blush, and to his surprise, he was insanely glad that the evening had come, and that you could hardly see his red cheeks in the dark.

You looked at the bright stars in the dark sky and didn't notice at all how Aether was looking at you at that moment. It felt like a blessing to him to be watching you right now. He's watching one beautiful being watching other beautiful beings — the stars. You were thoughtful, your cheeks were a little red, and the man thought that you must be cold.

Aether took off his white coat and walked closer to you, gently draping the warm cloth over your shoulders. The blond-haired man watched as you slowly came out of your thoughtful state and looked into his golden eyes with excitement.

"What about you?" Your concern for him was absolutely adorable, your beautiful eyes darting from side to side, looking at the man who stood in front of you. The man didn't seem to be shivering at all because of the cold. "Please put on your coat, you will get sick."

"I noticed that you have red cheeks, so I thought you were cold." The man said as you carefully took off white coat and gave it to the man.

"No, I'm not cold at all. Please take care of your health." You bit your lip awkwardly as you watched the man put on his white coat.

"Is there another reason for your red cheeks then?"

Aether watched as you gradually became more and more embarrassed. You awkwardly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and looked away. The man's heart seemed to stop for a moment, but after a second it continued to beat again at an unfamiliar pace. But for some reason this pace seemed very pleasant and magical to him. At the pace and rhythm that he wanted to dance next to you.

The man continued to look at you with his golden eyes, waiting for you to finally answer him. You were thoughtful, your facial expressions let him know that you were thinking about something. It was something that was really dear to you.

"Maybe I just got carried away with my dreams." You smiled at the man and he felt a intense desire to see you again.

Time seemed to him so fleeting next to you. It was as if that moment flew past him at the speed of light, the thing that had the fastest speed in the Universe.

He wanted to become a black hole that warped space-time around itself, playing with time like a child building a sandcastle out of wet sand. He wanted time around him to freeze in those moments when you were next to him.

"I hope your dreams will definitely come true someday." To his surprise, the man felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he saw you nod with a sweet and kind smile on your lips.

"It's already dark." You said awkwardly, looking away, but Aether took your hint and didn't insist on staying with you for a while longer.

"Then let me take you to your home, Y/n." To his delight, you didn't mind and agreed.

You two had to make several subway changes to get to your house safely, but this time was quite fun for you, because the blond man didn't stop telling you interesting and funny stories about himself and his sister.

You were curious to see his sister, because Aether spoke of her with such love and pride, saying that she had inherited the family's business at such a young age. You told him stories about your brother, and Aether was pleasantly surprised by the fact that you had a sibling too.

You were nodding your head in admiration as you listened to another story when the two of you finally stopped at your house. You smiled awkwardly, letting the man know that your walk for today was over.

Even if all your thoughts were occupied with Childe and the realization of your feelings for him, you still sincerely enjoyed the walk with Aether and were glad to meet such an interesting and versatile person.

"Thank you for today." Your eyes sparkled with gratitude as Aether nodded to you with a smile. You noticed how his face takes on such an expression, as if he was thinking about something diligently.

"If I suddenly tell you that one meeting with you wasn't enough for me." said the blond, looking into your beautiful eyes with his golden eyes and making you slightly embarrassed. "Would you agree to meet with me again?" His clear eyes look at you, waiting for an answer.

You didn't really know what you were supposed to say to the man. Yes, you enjoyed his company and both of you had a good time together. But today you realized your romantic feelings for another man. Will it be right that you agree to another meeting with Aether? He was a nice person with whom you had a lot in common.

There's nothing wrong with ordinary friendship, right? Both of you were connected by love for art, poetry, literature, and it was very pleasant to have a friend who can share your hobbies with you. Aether has become your friend. And you were sure that you could stick to the friend status with him, so you decided that it would be a big omission to refuse his offer.

Your feelings for Childe were sincere, tender, quivering. You really loved him — now it was still embarrassing and unusual to think about it, because you only realized your love, but you were sure that in time it would be easier for you to think about it — you loved, and you were sure that you never betray this love.

Therefore, you were determined to answer Aether's proposal with your consent, "Yes, I wouldn't mind meeting you again."

When you gave a positive answer, it seemed to you that Aether's face began to glow even brighter because of his joyful smile. He reminded you of the sun with his blond hair and golden eyes, but now, when his lips were curved in a smile, it seemed to you as if he was illuminating the entire space around him, giving the sun's rays to the city at night.

"I would be honored to accompany you again at our next meeting." He nodded gratefully and happily. You had the feeling that he wanted to do something else when his eyes fell on your hand. But the man immediately took on a relaxed look again and smiled at you. "I hope you had a good time with me today."

You smiled shyly, "I hope you had fun with me too, Aether."

"See you then, Y/n." The man nodded slightly at you.

"Goodbye." You answered and disappeared behind the iron door of your house. You had enough things tonight that you needed to think over again.

It seemed to Childe that he was slowly and painfully losing his mind. This was repeated over and over again. And again. Like a vicious circle from which he had no way out. A rehearsal for the worst day that could ever exist for him.

The rehearsal for his wedding with Lumine took place at the Goth Grand Hotel, the most prestigious hotel in Snezhnaya. Despite the fact that the wedding was to take place only a few months later, work was already underway to decorate the premises. The ballroom was adorned with many colorful decorations, and beautiful flowers were everywhere, which were regularly watered by the staff, who made sure that the plants didn't wither.

Many beautiful ribbons adorned the walls of the hall, tables were covered with velvet fabric. And the red carpet led to the altar, which was on the other side of the ballroom, along which Tartaglia once again walked arm in arm with his bride Lumine.

All thoughts had long since evaporated from his head, it would seem that the ginger man wasn't here. There was only his body, which had to do what he didn't want at all. But his mind was now somewhere far, far away, in a saving place where you were waiting for him.

Childe noticed absolutely nothing. He didn't notice how the hotel staff and bridal salon workers ran around the hall, doing various preparations. Tartaglia didn't notice that with what a bored look Aether sat on an soft chair at one of the tables, not paying any attention to him at all. He didn't notice how happy the blond woman looked next to him, holding the ginger man by the arm with bated breath.

In Tartaglia's head there was only your image. In the moment when he rehearsed the moment of destruction of his life, the man saw only you.

Your beautiful face, which always smiled at him kindly, sometimes frowned and embarrassed, but it was so sweet and gentle, only for him alone. He saw your sweet smile, the way little wrinkles appeared under your eyes when you smiled.

The woman and the man continued to walk along the red carpet, despite the fuss that was going on around them. But each of them was immersed in their own world.

And if for a blonde woman it was one of the most long-awaited and best moments in her life, then for the ginger man it was hell in reality. Walking on the red carpet, he went through nine circles of hell, injuring and burning his feet.

Tartaglia felt your soft skin, remembering the moments when he was blessed to be able to touch you. The feeling of your beautiful soft skin on his hands was the most unforgettable, the little bumps in your skin only gave it a peculiarity, a peculiarity that is unique to you.

He remembered your laughter, how beautiful it sounded like little bells in his ears, creating the most beautiful melody he could ever hear. He remembered how sweet and gentle you were with his siblings.

Lumine and Childe stopped in front of a man, a priest, who stood decorously near the altar, holding a small book in his hands. He was silent, and Tartaglia was insanely happy about this, because he had neither the strength nor the desire to say anything, except for the words of the oath, which he had to utter for the sake of the rehearsal. The bride and groom turned to face each other.

Tartaglia looked into Lumine's face. She looked like she was the happiest woman in the world. He wondered what it would be like if he loved her too. Would he be happy now, rehearsing his wedding with her? Would he be happy knowing that he would live with her for the rest of his life?

He didn't love her, he knew it. The ginger man did this only out of a desire to help his family. He never expected that in this situation, another constant would appear that would make him doubt and look for another way to solve the problems his family faced. He never knew that you would appear in his life. But he could never regret it. After all, you were for him-

"I ask the bride and groom to pronounce their oaths." The priest's voice snapped Childe out of his thoughts, and the ginger man looked back at Lumine.

She was smiling, dressed in a beautiful snow-white dress with many diamonds, rhinestones and flowers. And even though today was only a wedding rehearsal, he could clearly see genuine happiness and love in her eyes, which he couldn't share with her.

He watched her lips, which spoke the words of an oath that didn't reach his ears, as if he was deep under water right now. In fact, he wouldn't mind if the hotel was flooded by a huge tsunami right now.

Childe looked at Lumine's lips and saw your lips on the day in the amusement park he wanted to kiss you madly. Standing in front of you in the rays of the setting sun, painting your face in the most magical colors, he wanted nothing more than to touch his lips to yours. And let the whole world burn to the ground, but he would never regret this kiss.

"I, Lumine, take you, Ajax, to be my husband." The blonde's words poured out of her mouth like a song her heart sang. But her song could never match your song. "I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad…"

The words floated past him like free fish in the sea, who had a choice in which direction to swim. Oh, how much he envied these fish, because he himself never had such a right.

What would have happened if he had kissed you that day? This question tormented him at a moment when his whole life was gradually sinking to the bottom, like a ship sunk in an icy ocean, which would never have the opportunity to rise to the surface of the water again.

"Your turn, my dear." The blonde said, smiling a little, but these words "my dear" seemed so unfamiliar if it wasn't spoken by your lips.

The ginger man was silent for a while longer, but when he realized that he could no longer do this, he couldn't say a word. It seemed to him that his voice had left him forever, his throat was dry, and that he would never be able to speak again. It wasn't really that scary considering the situation he was in.

Childe looked into the waiting golden eyes of the unloved woman with whom he would have to live the rest of his life, and with an insane pain in his heart began to speak the words of the oath. It was as if all the remaining oxygen had been taken out of his lungs.

"I, Ajax, take you, Y/n, to be my wife. I promise-"

Those words, beautiful to him, but terrible to her, fell from his lips. For a few moments, a ringing silence enveloped the ballroom, after which the bride's bouquet broke it, falling to the floor in front of her feet.

"Y/n?" Lumine asked, looking into his blue eyes.

The words escaped his lips with surprising ease, but he didn't say anything as the blonde pressed her lips into a thin line and turned around to run towards the exit of the ballroom. She didn't stop even when Aether's alarmed voice called her name. Tartaglia's mind told him that now he should feel guilty, but his heart couldn't feel it at all.

After all, now he really came to the realization of what had just happened. He just said an oath. For you. Even if he didn't finish saying those words, even if it wasn't your and his wedding. But that's what helped him understand.

In the place of his bride, he saw you.

Your name was said so easily, so rightly in this situation. It was as if there were no other names in the entire Universe but yours. It seemed to him that his tongue existed only to pronounce your name.

Childe realized that only next to you did he see his future. He wanted to see you smile every day, hear your laughter every day. Feel you in his arms, hug you and take your hugs in return. Kiss your lips and receive your kisses in return.

With each new thought of you, his heart beat faster in his chest, intending to break free and rush into your arms, into your tender and loving palms, in which you would cherish his heart with all your boundless love. Nothing else mattered when the realization came to him. Nothing else mattered but his love for you.

Nothing else mattered but you.

Standing at the altar where his future bride had just escaped from, he finally understood something important. Tartaglia realized that for him in this world there was no longer a single woman, except for you.

The woman he loves. The woman he wants to see next to him every day. The woman he wants to see in a wedding dress. You.

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broomsick · 2 years

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Just in time for Samhain (Vetrnaetr)!

This challenge is meant for you to develop your bond with a chosen deity, or deities. Indeed, you can use it to honor as many deities as you want. You could choose a single deity to devote this challenge to, or you can switch it up as you go and devote certain days to certain deities! Since this challenge’s goal is to improve one’s connection to a deity/deities, it won’t require of you to do any active magical work or elborate ritual. These are all simple actions that can fit into your schedule easily. Enjoy!

Day 1: Draw a symbol of the chosen deity on your skin so that you feel closer to them throughout the day. If you don’t feel comfortable drawing, then simply write their name instead!

Day 2: Meditate on a picture or multiple pictures of your chosen deity in adoration. Notice what feelings the picture/pictures evoke and take them in.

Day 3: Read a myth or myths that pertain to the chosen deity, even if you’ve read them multiple times in the past! Re-discover them as if it were your first time. It’s always useful to approach myths with a fresh eye!

Day 4: Sincerely tell them about your day, or a current concern. If you can, light them a candle during this process!

Day 5: Devote a song, poem or dance to the chosen deity. Even a whispered song/poem works, as long as you put your heart into it and verbally dedicate it to the deity.

Day 6: Take a little moment to sit outside and listen to some music that reminds you of them. Clear your mind of any other thought and simply think about them. Such an activity is akin to meditation.

Day 7: List out reasons you admire and love them, and bury the paper in the earth, in order to keep these thoughts close to you.

Day 8: List out areas of your life where you would appreciate their assistance. You are free to go as specifically as you want. Then, through prayer, humbly share this wish with them.

Day 9: Either pour them a glass of wine (or any drink they would appreciate, depending on their tastes and what you have access to), and/or save them a part of your meal as offering.

Day 10: Add something new to your altar! If you don’t already have an altar, simply assemble a few items which are specific to the chosen deity (honey, milk, leaves found outside, anything, really) and leave them as an overnight offering. On a windowsill for example, or hidden if you want to be discreet.

Day 11: Engage in an activity which you like (cooking, hiking, drawing, etc...) and invite them to join you!

Day 12: Build them a temple! Either mentally, like during meditation, by drawing it, or even using a website or game!

Day 13: Pick a kenning/epithet, or nickname that is associated with this deity and reflect on it. Why are they described that way? How do you feel about that aspect of them? How does this aspect affect your vision of the deity? Etc…

Day 14: Draw or paint the way you picture them, either physically or using sites like Picrew. Feel free to get creative, as long as the image feels right!

Day 15: For the entire day, truly embody one of their values, or tastes. Are they associated with knowledge? Then be curious: ask questions, research on a topic which interests you, watch a documentary, etc... Are they a deity of the hearth and family? Then have a little fun time with your family, or the ones you live with! Take the opportunity to talk to your loved ones, or even bond. These can be considered devotional activities. Now, a simple way to approach this challenge is to simply ask yourself: what does this deity like, and what do they dislike?

Day 16: Create them a short little chant, something you can whisper in situations where you want to be reminded of them (like in moments of stress, fear, or sadness, for example). Examples: “Víðarr, silent one, be with me”, or “Kind Sif, protect me”, etc...

Day 17: Think about this deity’s influence on your life. The way you experienced their presence, at what sorts of moments do they manifest themselves, what have they helped you with… If none of these apply, then simply think of how you expect them to manifest, and what sort of part you believe they play in your life.

Day 18: Offer them something which means a lot to you. For example: a childhood toy, a recipe your mother used to make, a souvenir from your most treasured trip abroad, etc... Take the time to explain to them why it’s important to you, and why you wish to share it with them.

Day 19: List out things you are grateful to them for. Specific things that pertain to you and your life, or general areas where they benefit to mankind (prosperity of the land, inspiration for artists, etc...).

Day 20: Last day of the challenge! Either write down or share on this platform what you have learned from this experience. In the light of this challenge, what would you say this deity means to you? Have your views on them changed, and if so, how do you perceive them now? What do you plan on doing to honor them next? What do you think are your favorite means to bond with this deity/deities? Basically, just share or acknowledge the work that has been done in order to get closer to this deity, or deities. You have done well, and your deity/deities are proud of you!

#deity work #deities #challenge #polytheism #spirituality #witchy tips #witchcraft #samhain #norse paganism #heathenry #norse polytheism #hellenic paganism #hellenic polytheism #wiccanism #paganism

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klbwriting · 2 months

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For Love of Fiction

Part 2

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!plus size!reader

Warnings: threats of violence and the teeniest suggestion of threat of SA

Summary: you meet Jason for coffee and he seems to be interested in more dates, you make dinner plans but he cancels so you go to the diner instead, which then is attacked by Joker followers, will Red Hood save you again?

Notes: I may or may not have a part 3 in mind, I don't think this will be a big series or anything, but maybe another part would be fun, or I'll spiral out of control and just write more who knows? Once again, Lewis Tan is the facecast/fancast I have for Jason Todd

“So you didn’t have an Instagram when I asked you to DM me, so you created one just to talk to me?” you asked, sitting at the café across from Jason. You had been exchanging messages for weeks and finally decided to meet up for coffee one morning after he got off work. You could see whatever he did made him tired, but he was putting in an effort for you. He had even complimented you on the book he had gotten at the signing, saying it was your best one, the perfect conclusion to the Red Fox/Layla trilogy, which had you blushing like crazy.

“No, I definitely didn’t have any social media, but I wasn’t missing the chance to talk to you,” he said, words making you melt a little. Normally you would brush off those kinds of words from guys. You knew your self-esteem was shot from a few years of a dry dating market and the few people who did date you only seemed to leave or cheat on you eventually, but Jason didn’t make you feel like that. Even though you had just met really you trusted him, he seemed so sincere and only said what he meant. Of course, it meant you often messaged him a bunch and he would take time to respond, only when he had something to say. But he never made you feel like you talked too much, or that any of your interests were stupid, it was refreshing and made you adore him.

“That is really sweet to do just to talk to me,” you said, sipping your tea, catching a glimpse of someone’s laptop showing a video of Red Hood. “Huh, guess my muse was on patrol last night.” This was another thing that normally drove people away, your fixation on Red Hood, how you called him your muse, or would read up on his exploits for days after they had happened. Jason didn’t seem to mind, in fact when you said muse just now, he blushed a little. Was he annoyed but hiding it?

“Ya, he’s been busy lately,” he said. “So do you think you’d be willing to give me your actual number so I can get rid of Instagram?” You laughed and after a second you nodded, holding your hand out for his phone. He gave it to you and you wrote in your number, handing it back to him. He looked at it, typed something out and put it away. “Texted you so you would know it was me.” You nodded and went to add him to your contacts and you felt your heart stop at the message.

Hey beautiful, want to meet again for dinner?

You looked at him and he smiled, waiting for your reply. You typed up a yes and sent it back before stowing your phone.

“I really hope that says yes,” he said. You laughed and nodded.

“It does. Now tell me about yourself more, I feel like we have all the basics, jobs, interests, a little about family, but what else makes Jason Todd tick?” you asked, splitting the lemon loaf you had bought and sliding half to Jason, noticing that he had downed the egg cups he had bought in about 3 seconds, he seemed hungry. He looked at the offering and then back at you, smiling a little.

“Did I tell you I cook?” he asked. You shook your head. “Ya, my uh, butler taught me how to cook and I really love it. Not my job but something I really like to do.”

“I like to bake; we should do that together sometime! You make dinner and I’ll make dessert!” you said, smiling and getting excited, then pulling back, smile falling a little. This was normally the moment whoever you were with said that you were being too much. But Jason just raised an eyebrow at you, making the white streak in his black pop a little more. You wondered about that white streak and kind of wished you had given Red Fox something like that, it was very hot honestly.

“Why did you stop smiling so much?” he asked. You blushed, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “I love that smile, I like when you get excited, your eyes sparkle, its sweet.” You turned even redder. “How many more compliments until you go full tomato.” You wanted to be mad but could see the playful teasing smile on his lips. He wasn’t saying this to be malicious, he wanted to see you smile again. So, you did, nice and big, throwing in a laugh also. If anything, he seemed more delighted he could make you look like that.

The rest of the date seemed to go like that, you guys talked about what to do on your next date, and then the next one even, him making you smile so much your face hurt. By the time he walked you to your car in the parking garage you were about ready to call it and say you were in love with him. You knew that was crazy, but something about him made you feel so safe and warm that you couldn’t help it. And when he gently kissed you, soft but still somehow full of passion you were speechless.

The next week passed, and you were disappointed when Jason had to cancel dinner, but you understood, work sometimes screwed with relationships, you just hoped it wouldn’t become habit. Since you had planned on dinner out you didn’t make yourself anything and decided to pop down to the nearby diner to get something. It was relatively early still for Gotham, around 8PM, so you hoped it was still safe, but the amount of people in the diner said otherwise. Normally this place was packed with couples, teenagers, students from the nearby university. That night it was you, the waitress, the cook, and only three other people all spread out. You figured you would get your food to go so you waited on a stool as they were fixing your order when in came two guys, dressed like clowns. Great, Joker followers. You did what they said, handing over your purse, but then they looked around, eyeing the waitress who was maybe just out of high school. They walked over to her, telling her to follow them.

“No!” you said, seeing the tears and terror on her face. You moved over, standing in front of her, trying to ignore the gun pointed at your head. “Leave her alone, you have your money get out!” They both laughed.

“Look, we got a hero, let’s make sure she knows what happens to heroes…” one of them said, aiming the gun for your head. You took a breath, trying not to cry yourself, put on a brave face, when the door to the diner smashed open and Red Hood stalked in, the clowns turning their attention to him. You turned, pushing the waitress down to the ground, sliding under the counter as much as you could, pulling any stool within reach in front of you and the younger woman. You watched throw the legs of the stool as Red Hood made quick work of the thieves, cuffing them. Then he looked over, right at you, hiding under the stool, now actually crying at the feeling of being safe, and he punched them both again, knocking them unconscious.

“You’re safe now,” you heard that familiar robotic voice say. You pushed the stools aside, helping the waitress to stand. She immediately went behind the counter, still eyeing the attacks with weary eyes. Red Hood approached you slowly, reaching out and touching your shoulder gently. “Are you ok?” he asked. You weren’t sure why he was paying this much attention to you, but you appreciated it.

“Yes, thank you for saving me again,” you said. He nodded and turned to leave but stopped, looking back at you.

“Thanks for making me your muse,” he said before going out the door.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #fictionlove

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scaradooche · 2 months

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Lovesick

“Oh, hi.” you say not expecting to see him here. Honestly you weren’t expecting to see him at all. When you first found out the he went to this school you wanted to find him and actually have a proper conversation with him but now that you have the opportunity to speak with him you lost all confidence.

He gives you a sincere chuckle. “Hi, you don’t mind if sitting here, right?”

“Ah, no I don’t mind at all.” you say giving him a friendly smile. You can see him return the gesture which only gets you a little flustered. You decide to brush off the feeling. When you finally are able to get over the feeling you notice that he was getting something from his backpack a notebook and a pen.

“Are you actually planning on doing work.” you ask him now feeling a little dumb that you were just drawing instead of doing actual work.

“Hm, no I just brought some stuff out just in case for some reason Ms. Cordez decides to come back in.”

“Oh, gotcha, um can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“So like are you perhaps still mad at me for making your little brother cry..” you ask hesitantly.

He laughs at your question which leaves you a little confused. You’re not quite sure why he’s laughing and you’re not quite sure why he’s not responding. It’s genuine question that needs a genuine answer to it. After a while of you just staring at him laughing he finally decides to speak.

“Hm, y’know I’ve actually talked to my brother about what happened after I dmed you. He says he found it quite funny now that he looks back at it. So to answer your question no I’m not mad at you.” He says with what seems like a genuine smile.

“Ah, glad to know that he’s not scared of me.” you say with a awkward smile plastered on your face. You can’t help but feel that this conversation seems stiff, awkward and forced. You can also tell that he feels it to when he’s brings up a question perhaps trying to make small talk with you but honestly that’s just more awkward in your opinion.

“Y’know I never got your full name.”

“Y/n L/n, how bout you?”

He gives you a cheeky grin and answers.

“Ajax.”

Some how with just one question a whole conversation happens in a blink of an eye. You find out a bunch of things about Ajax. You find out that for some odd reason he goes by three names Ajax, Childe, and Tartaglia. He told you that he favors the name Childe the most but he wouldn’t mind if you called him Ajax. Something else that you found out about Childe was that he was family guy and adored his siblings so much. You also found out that he’s a varsity football player. All of this new found information about him was really interesting to hear. For some reason you wanted learn more about him. So that’s what you did.

Throughout the conversation you let him do most of the talking. You find his voice soothing and relaxing and you can honestly listen to it all day his voice is the type of voice you could never get tired of listening to but you did talk occasionally when he asked you questions. Honestly this conversation was more one sided with him doing all the talking but you don’t think he minded it since the whole time he talking he had huge smile plastered all over his face. It reminded you of a puppy.

Unfortunately for you they are right when they say time does fly by faster when you’re having fun because before you knew it the two hours passed by and the door opened their stood Ms. Cordez. For some odd reason your actually happy you got detention. Getting the chance to talk to Childe was nice and refreshing in a way.

“The two hours are over and all of you may finally leave. I left your phones in a box over there and you may find your phone and leave. Have a great Friday.” and with that she takes off clearly not wanting to be here anymore. Before you can stand up and grab your phone Childe hands you something.

“Here.”

“Hm, what’s this?”

“My number.” he says with a sly grin on his face. He doesn’t let you get another word out before he gets up and just leaves. You look like a idiot just standing there with a dumb grin all over your face but you couldn’t really care less at the moment.

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3.0: Jk I love you Ms. Cordick

Fun Facts + A/N:

Said it would probably come out as the same day as the last one I lied srry

Most likely grammar mistakes

Pls check out last chapter I fixed it up

Y/n is more confident online than irl 😓

Only 1 fun fact cus I’m tired af and can’t think of any more 😞😔

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Do you follow YSS courses? Can you explain a bit how they work and how they’ve improved your life?

Im interested in the teachings of Yogananda

Love love LOVE Sri Paramhansa Yoganada. What a man, a guru, a scholar…. Every time I read Autobiography of a Yogi I feel like I’m reading it for the first time.

first of all, I admire how he’s not a religious fanatic - he believes in the goodness of every religion, be it Jesus or Krishna. In today’s world of increasing polarity, this is a breath of fresh air. The love he displays for everyone… can’t put it in words.

his courses are fantastic. He teaches you exactly how to meditate, what to look for, he explains life so beautiful - he talks about emotions, attachment, purpose of life, everything. He was truly an enlightened soul.

every since I got into Vedic spirituality, I have been calmer. More mentally resilient. More focused. I can keep my emotions away in a highly sensitive situation. I perform better at work. I sleep better at night after my meditation. I can be more honest and therefore, more sincere. I don’t indulge in teenage mind games and I don’t tolerate those who do. Spirituality further strengthened my moral compass. Everything I do, be it business or personal, I try to ensure that I can impact someone else’s life for the better. I’m more in tune with myself, my mind, the universe. And I love that his teachings are actually practical and can be followed very easily, anywhere in the world.

another Guruji I adore from the bottom of my heart is Sri M. Read his books. Him and Paramhansa Yoganada both had the same guru, Mahaavtar Babaji. I find both these men to be calm, rational, logical, intelligent, grounded, scientific yet spiritual. Sri M is still in body so I highly recommend you take a look at his videos on YouTube or his books.

🙏❤️

#Q/a #spirituality

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do you ship Stary (Stan x Gary)?

oh my god ABSOLUTELY. for some reason i got reaaally into it and came up with an au of how they got closer. i’m not usually a fan of ships with one-episode characters, but stary is SO great. HOLD ON LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THAT AU

okay, so, we all know how “all about mormons” ended and that we have never heard of gary after that, right? now just let’s imagine he stayed in the school, in the same class as stan and others, but visibly started to avoid the main four. he hung out with the “background kids” and mostly girls, because they all adored how nice he is.

it didn’t actually make any difference for main four – they still thought gary was lame and were not interested in talking to him since he’s not a new kid in the class anymore. they all didn’t really like him. except for stan.

stan couldn’t get the thought of gary out of his head for all the following years. he didn’t make any attempts to befriending gary again, because he knew guys wouldn’t understand and he was terrified of hearing rejection again, so he mostly just… kinda secretly looked through gary’s social media once a week (or more often) and sometimes watched him out of the corner of his eye in the classroom.

he saw that gary was doing pretty fine without him, so he didn’t wanna be an inconvenience, but the thought. the thought that he had missed his chance to be friends with one of the most sincere and comforting people in the whole school only because of the peer pressure.

but he didn’t thought he could have a chance to reconnect until he has heard that gary’s parents are getting a divorce and that the “perfect mormon house” secretly had its troubles. and then, as it was absolutely destined, after the lessons ended, he sees gary sitting in the classroom all alone with a blank expression on his face and tired look in his eyes. and without giving it a second thought he walks up to gary and asks if everything’s fine.

and they start talking. for an hour, if not more. stan know some shit about divorcing parents, troubles at home and an urge to drink to feel happy (which turned out to be gary’s problem too), so he know how to support him, and gary is such a great listener. they start with discussing gary’s family problems, then eventually they start remembering their first time seeing each other, and stan (unexpectedly for even himself) openly admits he regrets fucking up things with their friendship, and he has dreamed of finally talking to him again for, like, ages. and gary just genuinely smiles and takes his hand saying that they still have time for that.

eventually they hang out together more. with gary there isn’t a lot of crazy adventures, and stan, who’s got pretty sick of those, feels so relaxed while being with him. the only thing is that they mostly meet privately and secretly from the rest of the main four, because stan feels this irrational shame for being friends with someone they don’t like. it kinda upsets gary, but he doesn’t want to end their friendship because of the same reason it ended the first time.

so yeah, that takes them two or three months until stan finally realises the unpleasant truth – he doesn’t wanna be just friends with gary and his nearly-obsession with him for the last five years was more likely a behaviour of a person who’s desperately in love. fuck. he doesn’t confess his feelings to gary because he’s too scared of fucking thing up the second time.

and it seems to be working, but the more stan spends time with gary, the more love he feels, until one day he finally snaps and while one of their walks in the park he very awkwardly kisses gary, who (honestly) doesn’t really seem to mind it.

and stan, an example of bravery, apologises and runs away before gary has a chance to answer him properly. ‘cause stan’s a jerk and he’s panicking.

he’s not used to handling stressful situations by himself, so he calls kyle because he has no one else to talk to:

stan: Dude, I have a problem. A big one.

kyle: Woah what happened??? Do you want me to come to your place?

stan: I just kissed a dude.

kyle: Okay I knew I’d hear these words from you one day.

stan: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW.

kyle: Oh please–

stan: We’ll talk about it later.

kyle: Pff, sure, dude. So you’re gay? Is this a coming out? I’m really proud of you finally admitting it out loud and sharing this with me, you know I’ll always support you whenever you ne–

stan: It’s Gary Harrison.

kyle: What. The mormon kid????

stan: Yeah, we kinda… Hung out together in secret…

kyle: But you hated him???

stan: WELL IT TURNS OUT I DIDN’T.

kyle: So what do you call me for?

stan: Oh, right. I kinda… ran away after we kissed?…

kyle: WHY.

stan: I DON’T KNOW, MAN, I PANICKED.

so kyle as the most supportive friend ever first laughs at stan, then helps him to understand what to do next. (and totally tells about it to cartman)

and, well, it’s pretty long enough so i guess i’ll stop here, because the rest of it is pretty much the plot of any slowburn mlm 200k words fic lmao

so yeah. answering to your question: i love stary. a lot.

#south park #sp #stan marsh #gary harrison #sp stary #start #stan x gary #sp stan #sp gary

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