#in the hopes that Thomas and the others would also meet him half way

[luxaofhesperides]

Soulmark AU + Sleeping Beauty ; requested by @candeartist422!

For the last few years, Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die.

It sounds cruel to say it that way. But the waiting is more painful, he thinks, than just mourning a lost love. It’s not like most people ever meet their soulmates anyways; his parents weren’t meant to be, but they still loved each other and had a life together. He wishes he could turn his focus away from his soulmate, but Duke is a romantic at heart and has always wanted to find the other half of his soul.

But since he was fourteen, his soulmark has dulled, fading in and out of color. What was once a vibrant blue crystal star, with eight points and a swirl of watercolor hues around it, dimmed more and more until Duke was sure he was watching his soulmate die slowly. 

His soulmate didn’t die then. Whoever they are got better, his soulmark gaining color, but it never went back to the way it was. For years after, Duke would check at the beginning and end of each day, keeping track of when it faded and when it regained its color. 

He thought his soulmate was sick. In and out of hospitals, fighting to stay alive.

And then it went nearly colorless. 

Duke doesn’t remember much about that day. He knows he woke up, brushed his teeth, the lifted up his shirt to check his soulmark in the mirror. The blue was almost completely gone, the star on his left hipbone nearly gray with how colorless it was. He started at it for a moment, shocked, and reality slid away from him as he retreated into the safety of his mind, fully dissociating. 

Bruce had found him when Duke didn’t show up for breakfast. He held him and offered quiet words of comfort that Duke couldn’t understand, but just having someone with him lessened the hurt of losing his soulmate. 

Seeing the color come back the next day, faint as it was, hurt even more.

A year later, Duke still can’t break the habit of checking his soulmark twice a day. It hasn’t changed at all, still faint and dim, but carrying just enough color to show that his soulmate was still alive. At the very least, they were still breathing, but his chance of ever meeting them is basically zero. Still, he can’t help but hope, wishing that he could meet them even once before they die and leave him forever. 

“Same as ever,” he murmurs to himself as he brushes his thumb against his soulmark. He’s terrified that he’s forgotten how beautiful the blue of it was when his soulmate was healthy. 

Duke doesn’t let himself think on it too much anymore. Though his thoughts often turn to his soulmate during quiet moments like these, the busy nature of Gotham is usually more than enough to pull his attention back to the here and now. There’s no use in obsessing over his soulmate anyways; they’re just going to die, sooner or later, and Duke knows he’ll never get to meet them. They’ll just be another empty space in his life, right next to his parents. 

“Come on, Thomas, focus,” he tells himself firmly, then gets dressed and heads down to the kitchen for breakfast.

The manor is quiet. It usually is in the mornings, with everyone from the night shift dead asleep and trying to get as much rest as they can before they have to start their day. Not that many of them stay in the manor these days; Duke and Damian are the only permanent residents at the moment, but Steph usually stays half with her mom and half in the manor during the summers when she’s home from college, and the others drop in whenever they feel like it. 

Bruce lives more in the Batcave than the manor, so he doesn’t really count. It’s also why Duke is surprised to see Bruce awake and dressed like a normal person, drinking coffee in the kitchen as if this is a normal occurrence. 

“Morning,” Duke offers.

“Good morning, Duke,” Bruce replies. “Sleep well?”

“Well enough. Alfred out or something?”

“He may have kicked me out of the Batcave to clean it up a bit,” Bruce answers tiredly. “Want me to make breakfast?”

Duke has heard the horror stories of Bruce’s attempts to make edible food in a kitchen. In the interest of not dealing with food poisoning, Duke shakes his head quickly and says, “Nah, it’s fine. I was kinda wanting to eat out for breakfast. Get out there as me, and not a mask, you know?”

“Mind if I join you? Alfred may forgive me for not sleeping if I willingly go outside.”

Duke laughs. “Sure man, as long as you pay.”

“I’ll drive, too.”

“What, don’t trust me behind a wheel?”

Bruce gives him a tired look, eyes dead and dull. “I have taught all my children how to drive. The day I willingly let them take the wheel when I am not actively dying is the day I’ve been replaced by a robot clone of myself who doesn’t know better yet.”

“That is… very specific. Is that a thing you usually worry about?”

“I’m Batman. I have to worry about everything.”

Yeah, that tracks. Duke wouldn’t be surprised if he has at least five contingency plans for that scenario, should it ever happen. “Well,” he says, “Right now, all you need to worry about is having your wallet and driving us down to The Foodie Nook. I’ve been craving their breakfast plates for ages.”

Bruce doesn’t object to his choice of restaurant and follows Duke down to the garage, grabbing a random set of keys and pointing it out to the many cars he owns. One near the front blinks its lights as it unlocks and Duke cheerfully tosses himself into the passenger seat as Bruce opens the garage door. 

The drive into Gotham is smooth. They don’t hit traffic until they reach the bridge that leads into the city proper, taking them away from the quiet of Bristol. The morning is busy, but not enough that Duke worries about being out as the Signal to help keep the peace. It’s a normal type of busy, one borne from people going about their lives, feeling safe enough to go out. 

The Foodie Nook is entirely local and very popular, so the parking lot is nearly full. But they expanded their space last year, which means he and Bruce don’t have to sit outside while they wait to grab a table. Bruce keeps conversation light and casual, well aware of the many listening ears around them, and it’s nice, feeling normal for once. 

Well, as normal as life can be with Bruce Wayne™. The server who comes to lead them to a table realizes who she’s talking to after she gets a proper look at them while holding open the door and promptly stutters over her words. 

“No need for any special treatment,” Bruce laughs lightly, “We’re just here for breakfast. Nothing special.”

“Of course,” she replies, cheeks red. “Um, right this way! We’ve got a table by the windows for you. Just two, yeah?”

“Yup! Just two. Thought this was a good day to spend some time with Duke. He’s a great kid, you know, I’m glad I was given the opportunity to foster him.”

The sunny, cheerful Bruce Wayne persona is so different from the usual Bruce he works with that it feels like he’s standing next to a stranger. But his words are sincere and warm his heart, filling up the gaps that his soulmate has left. 

“Here you are!” their server announces, showing them to their table. “I’ll be right back with some menus.” She’s gone in a rush, and other customers glance over before quickly averting their gaze. 

It’s one of the unspoken rules of Gotham: give the Waynes their privacy while they’re out in public. Questions and conversation are for public events only, but if they see a Wayne out and about during a normal day, everyone leaves them be unless spoken to first. Duke used to follow those rules as well when he was just another Gothamite. It’s strange being on the other side of that now that he’s in with the Waynes.

Duke barely has to look through the menu when it’s handed to him. The breakfast plates are his favorites and he gets one every single time he comes to The Foodie Nook; stacked full with breakfast foods from around the world. As a kid, he loved the Mexico Plate, but these days he’s craving either the Brazilian Plate or the Vietnamese Plate.  

He can’t decide on which one and thinks about tossing a coin to decide, but seeing how that’s Two Face’s whole thing, he decides to hold off and settle the matter with eenie-meenie-minnie-mo. 

He gets the Vietnamese Plate.

Bruce, on the other hand, reads through the entire menu like it’s a novel, then leans over and says rather loudly, “Duke, what’s a tort-illa.” 

The pain he feels hearing that is only worsened by the amusement in Bruce’s eyes. He’s doing it on purpose, playing up the Brucie act for the public so he can psychologically torment Duke. A few nearby customers choke back laughter, turning away to hide their smiles. 

Duke shakes his head and says, “Don’t worry about it. It’s just food. Don’t ask any more questions, I just want a peaceful breakfast.”

“Well then,” Bruce replies, “I suppose I know what to order now.”

As if she was summoned, their server reappears before them, cheeks still looking a little flushed. “Hi! Ready to order?”

She writes down their orders quickly, valiantly keeping a straight face at Bruce’s mispronunciation of tortilla, then heads off to deliver their orders to the kitchen. 

Rather than draw out a conversation with Brucie Wayne, Duke settles for playing a few idle games on his phone; his current favorite is one quiet cat cafe game where he directs cats into fulfilling cafe orders. 

Bruce, despite being out in his civilian identity, is working. He’s on his Batman phone, which looks the same as his other cell phones except this one has a bat symbol sticker just barely hiding a Superman sticker on the phone case. His brow is slightly furrowed as he reads whatever file he’s accessing from the Batcomputer. It’s a little worrying but it could be anything. Bruce makes the same expression when he reads one of Tim’s snarky comments getting quoted in the news.

But that’s not Duke’s problem! He’s here to enjoy his breakfast and it will take the end of the world itself to remove him from his seat before he’s done eating.

The game takes most of his attention until their food comes out, and by then Bruce has tucked away the smallest of his Batman mannerisms. They enjoy a normal, peaceful breakfast. Bruce ends it by asking their server if she has any debt that’s weighing her down, then giving her a tip that’s at least five thousand dollars above that. 

She does cry and Bruce hugs her. It’s very sweet. 

As soon as they get back into the car, his easy going smile drops and Duke knows some superhero nonsense is about to take over his day. 

“Duke,” Bruce starts, seriously, “I received a message from Zatanna.”

“Don’t drag this out,” Duke says, “Just give it to me straight. What terrible thing is about to happen to us?”

“It’s nothing too big. They just recently defeated a magical being who had been tearing apart secret government facilities in Illinois. He had both magic and a high tech weapon, which they confiscated and are delivering to me. The government agency he was fighting was suspiciously interested in the weapon, and based on their behaviors and newly revealed work, Zatanna made the decision to turn the weapon over to us so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

Bruce smoothly merges into traffic as he speaks, getting them onto the road back to the manor. There’s a look in his eyes that means he’s keeping a lot unsaid, and Duke knows without a doubt that whatever this government agency was doing is bad if Zatanna needs Batman to act as extra security. 

He’s not sure about her decision to trust the weapon to be safe in Gotham, either. Sure, Batman will keep it as safe as he can, but with their luck, it’ll end up in the hands of a Rogue and lead to a lot of death and destruction. 

As soon as they cross the bridge and return to Bristol, Bruce steps on the gas and the car tears down the road. Without any other cars to worry about (or traffic laws), it takes barely two minutes to reach the manor, when the gates open for them and let them into the garage. 

Alfred waits for them by the door, looking them over with a critical eye. “I see you have managed to go outside, Master Bruce. What’s the special occasion?”

“Just breakfast,” Bruce answers. “I’m heading back down to the Batcave. Zatanna will be here soon to deliver a weapon.” He’s gone before Alfred can say anything more, hurrying down the hall and turning the corner, disappearing from sight as he heads towards his office. 

“I see we have yet to break that bad habit of his. Did you enjoy your morning out, Master Duke?”

“Sure did, Alfred. I’m, uh, also going down to the Batcave. He’s definitely not telling me a lot about what’s going on, so I’m just going to read about it over his shoulder. I’ll be back up for lunch, though!”

“And perhaps you’ll be able to drag Master Bruce away from that cave of his,” Alfred comments wryly as he walks with Duke towards the office. He gives Duke a nod, then splits away from him, returning to the kitchen where Duke can hear Damian speaking to someone, probably Tim by the annoyed tone of his voice, and mentally wishes Alfred luck in handling them.

Duke sets the correct time on the clock in Bruce’s office and heads down to the Batcave, taking the steps two at a time. 

Bruce is already at the Batcomputer, shoulders tensed, when he arrives. 

“More bad news?” he asks as he makes his way over.

Bruce doesn’t bother looking away from the screen as he says, “More details about the fight. It seems the magical being called himself a ghost and was going on a rampage due to a betrayal. He says they nearly killed his son.”

“Oh, yikes.”

“And two of the scientists working with the government agency said that he stole their son and is keeping them from saving him.”

“Yikes,” Duke says with more feeling.

He doesn’t get to hear anymore details about JLD’s fight with this ghost when he catches a flicker in the corner of his eye. Duke turns and stares at the empty space in the Batcave near the medbay and watches as colorful magic gathers and swirls in dizzing circles. The portal opens a moment later and Zatanna steps out, looking exhausted and lightly singed. 

“Batman,” she greets, holding a white gun that looks like it belongs in an early sci-fi movie from the 60s. “The GIW is trying to arrest us. Constantine keeps burning their badges and documents so it shouldn’t be a problem, but they are determined to get this back. I wouldn’t be surprised if they came after you next. They’ve got some way of tracking things, but I didn’t have time to get any details before I had to leave.”

Bruce takes the gun from her hands carefully, looking it over with a sharp gaze. “Why would a ghost want to use a gun?”

“I don’t know. He had a variety of powers, too.”

“What does this do?”

“Shoots ice. He never let it go and nearly burned me alive for taking it before we subdued him.”

“We’ll keep it locked up,” Bruce promises. 

Zatanna sighs. It looks as though a physical weight fell off her shoulders. “Thanks. I’m going to head back to stop Constantine from getting into a fistfight with the GIW agents.”

She opens another portal with a waved hand and a muttered spell. Bruce is already walking away to set the gun down on a work station, so Duke is the one to wave Zatanna goodbye. 

By the time he reaches Bruce’s side, the gun is already dismantled, all pieces neatly set aside. Sticky notes denote which pieces go together and in what order. It looks the same as most guns, save for the aesthetic, but the heart of it is a glowing blue orb, large enough to cover the entirety of Bruce’s palm, and it brings a chill to the air.

Duke stares at it and feels his soulmark burn ice cold.

“Duke?”

It’s in his hands. He doesn’t remember reaching out to take it, but it’s in his hands. He can’t take his eyes off of it, cradling it gently and bringing it closer to his chest. 

It’s the same blue his soulmark once was. Before his soulmate began to fade, before every day became a waiting game to see how long his soulmate will last before they die. 

This has something to do with his soulmate. He’s sure of it. 

He won’t let anyone take it from him. 

“Duke. Give that to me.”

He doesn’t feel like he’s in his body. He’s detached, floating somewhere outside his body, puppeteering his limbs, making them move without feeling the motion. Shadows condense around his feet and Bruce takes a step back, wary. 

“Duke,” he says again, but Duke can’t find any words, can’t draw on his voice, can’t even look away from the bright, bright blue of the orb. It pulses lightly in his hand like a heartbeat. 

Bruce reaches a hand out. 

He’s pulled back by shadows before he can get close, and Duke holds the orb against his chest, right against his heart, and feels the cold seep into him. 

“Duke. I need you to look at me.” This time, Bruce’s voice has Batman’s growl in it, a heavy command that he can’t help but instinctively follow. He looks up and meets Bruce’s eyes, but he can’t focus. All his awareness is in his hands and the heartbeat of the glowing orb.

“I have to protect this,” Duke manages to whisper. “I… I think it’s alive.”

“Okay. Let’s get you to the medbay so you can sit down. We’ll figure this out, Duke.”

Bruce slowly, carefully, sets his hand on Duke’s shoulder. He keeps his attention away from the orb, so Duke allows it and lets Bruce guide him to the medbay and onto one of the medical cots. Bruce leaves him after a minute of quiet fussing, muttering about calling Zatanna.

Whatever. None of that matters when the heartbeat of the orb grows stronger, steadier, and Duke feels it match the beat of his own heart.

Time slips away from him. Distantly, he hears people move around the cave, speaking in low tones. A hand presses against his shoulder, warm, then moves away. 

The orb in his hand moves. 

Duke blinks slowly, then claws his way back to awareness, pushing past the haze that’s fallen over his mind. The orb turns over in his hand, then cracks right down the middle. The glow grows stronger, washing the medbay in blue light and a symbol appears on the orb.

It’s his soulmark. 

Later, he won’t be able to say why he did it. There were no thoughts, no reasonings, no explanations. Duke simply moved on instinct and lifted the orb up to his face and pressed a soft kiss against it. 

One moment, the orb was still.

The next, it had burst in a flash of light that blinded everyone in the Batcave, and then a thin, injured teenager had fallen into Duke’s lap. 

Hands immediately grab him, pulling him away from Duke. The teenager puts up no fight, eyes barely open, but he reaches for Duke weakly. On his wrist is the bright blue snowflake, the color strong and vivid. 

“That’s me soulmate,” Duke whispers as he watches Bruce and Tim set the boy down on another medical cot. 

“What?” Tim says, turning to face Duke, concern clear on his face. 

“That’s my soulmate,” he repeats, louder. Then, panicked, he pulls up his shirt enough to see his own soulmark; the color is still dull, weak, barely there, but it’s more blue that it has been in a while. He doesn’t need to say anything. Tim sees the dullness of his soulmark, looks at the boy, and puts the pieces together on his own.

“I’ll call Doc Thompkins,” he says, already moving to fix everything. Bruce remains where he is, making sure the boy is tucked in and breathing steadily before he returns to Duke. 

“Are you alright?”

Duke swallows roughly, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy. He’s pale and thin, as if he’d been starved, and there’s frost beginning to spread on the bedsheet from his fingers. “He’s my soulmate,” Duke manages to say. “He’s been dying for two years.”

Bruce’s eyes a hard, a determined light in them. “We’ll save him,” he promises. 

If anyone can, it’s Batman. 

If anyone can, it’s them, Batman and the Signal, and their entire network of family and friends. 

Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die all this time. Now, he’s going to save him.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #i dont really know much abt jld so they are not really in here #just duke trying to live his life and have a nice day with bruce #when his soul mate gets thrown at him in the form of an ORB #(ghost core but they dont know that yet) #dannys gonna have to answer so many questions once hes awake bc not many know abt realms beings #its gonna be rough for him bc he's been asleep for 2 years in his core bc he was never safe enough to recover #until duke gave him a boost (plus the power of soulmates really helped him) and he woke up #in a cave with his soulmate and a whole crew of superheroes #what a thing to open ur eyes to. rip danny lol #thanks for the prompt!

[waynewifey]

dear mr. wayne — b.w

part one: dear mr. wayne

part two: aftermath

part three: aporia

epilogue

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/battinson x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

part two

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[the-travelling-witch]

Well uh it's my first time asking for anything so I'm kinda awkward but I just wanted to request the "accidental confession" post but with other characters I was thinking like keaya and childe maybe??? Just don't overwork urself stay hydrated and don't forget to eat ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

it´s my first time receiving a request, so thank you very much ♡

i´m very flattered i´m the one you made your first request to which also makes me feel even more guilty for taking so long but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

Accidental confessions pt.2

summary: more reactions to accidentally confessing to you!

pairings: childe x gn!reader; kaeya x reader; thoma x reader; gorou x reader

warnings: (mentions of) fighting in childe´s part; minor mentions of war in gorou´s part; this is pure fluff (do tell me if i forgot anything though)

a/n: the necromancy has worked, i´m back from the dead; i´m really sorry this took so long but life´s life and i didn´t want to half-ass a request, so i hope the wait was worth it

find part 1 here!

genshin impact masterlist

CHILDE

Childe is so easy-going and downright chaotic, this doesn´t surprise me in the least

His reaction will just be “whoops” and then he goes about his day

Obviously, Childe´s still very interested in your answer, so if you don´t have one on the spot, he´ll be back to pester you about it at the latest the day after

All in all, he´s very casual about it, he´s confident in himself and he would´ve told you eventually anyway, what´s the harm with doing it sooner than later?

“Come on, you can do better than that.” The ginger knocked the sword you were holding right out of your hands with his own before closing the distance and wrapping his arms around your neck in a chokehold. His voice sounded right next to your ear now. “You seem distracted today. Don´t tell me I´m your distraction.”

It was laughable, really, the fact that you and Childe even sparred together, considering the circumstances of your first encounter. Both of you had been sent to deal with the same target, a guy who royally screwed up by getting in trouble with the Fatui and the people who commissioned you at the same time.

He was foolish enough, however, to think he could benefit from being targeted by two ruthless organisations. In his arrogance he secretly arranged to meet the two of you at the same time in the same place, hoping you would tear each other apart while he made a run for it.

At first, his plan seemed to work and he quickly took off while you and Childe were focused on assessing the bigger threat in the room. Much to the fool´s dismay, you were more evenly matched than he anticipated, both in fighting and reading the room, so you quickly came around to form a temporary alliance after clearing the situation.

You displayed a terrifyingly smooth synergy as you made sure the guy and his associates paid their debt and the price for trying to set you up in full. Once the messy business was wrapped up, the two of you came to an agreement to leave out certain details in your report to your bosses. For you, this was a done deal at this point.

Little did you know, however, that Childe had no interest in giving up a perfectly good sparring partner just like that. So, late one night he practically ambushed you on your way home, eager to cross blades with you again. Although you had half a mind to ignore him and go your own merry way, you´d lie if you said your little scuffle with the harbinger had been anything short of exhilarating. The memory alone had your fingers twitching in anticipation of facing off with him again.

Yet, as time moved forward, your sessions became more frequent and you had become so familiar with each other´s habits and mannerisms, it seemed like you could read the other´s mind. Instead of snappy retorts and biting remarks, you exchanged playful banter and his presence that was once so infuriating was something you started to look forward to.

There was a spring in your step whenever you´d meet up with him and before you knew it you were spending time together outside training. Going around town, exploring the landscape, everything was so fun and exciting when you were with him and you craved the thrill he brought to your life.

That was what you reasoned, at least. The way your heart beat faster around him was only the adrenaline, your body running hot was merely the strain from sparring, being around him was purely a means to get stronger. You could quit at any time, no strings attached. That was what you told yourself…but could you really?

“That´s it, actually,” you panted. “I am distracted by you.”

The moment he slightly loosened his hold on you, that was when you planted your foot behind his and pulled it from under him, making him lose his balance in the process. As you fell backwards, you made sure to put all your weight in when you landed to knock the air out of him. While Childe was busy regaining his senses, you swiped his blade and pressed it against his neck as you straddled him.

“I´m distracted by how slow you are, so don´t get cocky now.” You leaned closer to his face, eyes crinkled in amusement and the corners of your mouth curved upwards. There was a bit of truth in what the harbinger had said but you´d never admit that out loud for him to hear. He´d be insufferable about it.

Catching his breath with a heaving chest, Childe let out an airy laugh. “Using a man´s hopes against him in a single moment of weakness…How did I fall for someone so cruel?”

Both of your eyes widened in shock at that. Yours at the implication his words entailed and Childe´s at the fact he confessed his thoughts to you. The sword's edge dug into his skin as you narrowed your eyes further, searching for something in his eyes, something that gave away either lie or truth.

“Are you saying this just so I´d let my guard down?”  You weren´t quite sure what the emotion in your voice was or if there was any at all. Why did the idea of him taking back his words make you so mad?

“No, I could never lie to you like that. Well, there´s no use pushing this back any longer, so here goes.” His expression was so genuine you almost believed him. Or maybe it was more that you wanted to believe him. “If someone had told me after our first meeting that I´d fall for the person who´d tried to kill me, I would´ve laughed at them. Sure, I was intrigued. Usually, nobody makes it out of a fight with me quite so unscathed, so I came back out of curiosity for your strength. But over time, I started looking forward to learning more about you other than your fighting prowess. How you spent your days, what you like to eat, the flowers you´d like best; all this stuff that I´d never think twice about with anyone else. I wanted to get to know you, not for work or business reasons but because I started actually caring about you. I like you, (y/n). And that´s the truth, I promise.”

“A promise, huh? You know what they say.” It took an awful amount of strain to keep your voice stable. “You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise…”

“…I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again.” Childe laid his head back against the ground and chuckled, never once breaking eye contact with you. “Good thing that I have no intention of breaking my promise then. You´d actually throw me on the ice. So, what do you say? Are you willing to give me a chance?”

“I guess I´ve taken worse risks in my life,” you said, a small smile stealing itself onto your lips. “And if you do break your promise… Well, you said it yourself.”

“You´re way too enthusiastic about that part, have a little faith in your boyfriend. Seems I was right though.” The smirk crossing his face was tell enough something was up and you were proven right when Childe was suddenly gripping your hips and flipping you both over, effectively pinning you to the ground. “You were distracted by me. I win.”

You didn´t miss how his gaze slipped to your lips for a split second and it had you instinctively quirking your brow in amusement as you hummed in mock contemplation.

“Are you sure about that, pretty boy?”

KAEYA

Honestly, he usually doesn´t share enough about himself to accidentally expose himself like that

This is really, really, really rare, you´d better appreciate the occasion

Kaeya will try and turn this situation around on you, doing his best to fluster you in hopes of moving the conversation away from what he just said (don´t let him, bestie, stay strong!!)

He will come clean eventually and it´s time for some honesty from our beloved Cavalry Captain

To be fair, he can probably gauge your reaction pretty accurately, considering he´s been teasing and flirting with you for a while now

It had been a couple of weeks since you made it into the Knights of Favonius, years of hard training finally paying off. To say that you were ecstatic would be an understatement. But being new also meant working harder than ever in an effort to prove yourself to the Acting Grandmaster and the other knights.

What didn´t help your situation at all was your developing crush on a certain Cavalry Captain. Whenever you had to report back while Kaeya was there as well, you fumbled over your words in an effort not to make a fool out of yourself. Yes, you were an accomplished knight, confident in your abilities to handle whatever life threw at you… just not in front of him. Even more so when he graced you with that handsome grin or sent you a cheeky wink.

Why did you have to go and fall for the flirtatious swordsman barely after securing your spot in the first place? Could you be more unprofessional? But no amount of scolding made your heart flutter less in his presence, so you decided your best course of action would be to ignore these feelings in hopes of them dying down without making it too obvious for anyone else. Especially not your best friend in the knights, who, as fate would have it, just happened to be part of the Cavalry unit. You knew they´d never let you live this down if they found out.

You had just handed in some paperwork to your higher-ups when two knights you were fairly acquainted with approached you.

“(Y/n)! Good thing running into you. We´re going for some drinks at Angel´s Share tonight and we wanted to invite you. You know, so you can get to know some of our colleagues a bit better.”

“Thanks a lot, guys,” you said as you gave them an apologetic smile, “but I´ll have to pass, unfortunately. I have the morning patrol tomorrow, so it´s going to be an early start for me.”

“What a shame, really. But if you change your mind, just drop by, high chance we´ll be there for a while.” Judging by their knowing grins, they were already experienced in the matter. You bid them goodbye before going to wrap things up for the day. The advantage of morning patrol was getting off early the day before. Just as you were about to leave the Knight´s headquarters and head home, you heard a familiar voice call out to you.

“Grandmaster Jean, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, it´s nothing that serious.” The blonde smiled at you. “I reworked the patrol plan for tomorrow again and I wanted to ask if you mind taking the afternoon shift instead of the morning one?”

“That works just fine. Do you want me to stay longer today then?”

“No, there will be no need. Today´s rather quiet and you worked very hard ever since you joined the knights. This didn´t go unnoticed by me, so please take the time to relax and get some rest. I will see you tomorrow afternoon.”

You didn´t know if hitting the bar for some drinks counted as “rest and relaxation” but you guessed some “team-building” would come in beneficial in the future. Since you hadn´t asked when exactly the others would meet at the tavern, you aimed for an hour or two after most of them got off work and by the time you arrived the main group were already laughing and chatting over a glass of wine or beer. And it didn´t seem to be their first round either.

At first, your entrance went unnoticed but soon enough one of the guys who had invited you spotted you and waved you over. “(Y/n)! You made it, good to see it. Here, let me introduce you to everyone.”

You acquainted yourself with everyone while ordering something to drink. Looking around for some familiar faces, you neither found your friend from the Cavalry nor his captain. One of the other knights noticed and told you that he saw your friend on the second floor earlier. You thanked him before climbing the stairs, careful not to spill your drink. A certain snippet of a conversation made you halt a few steps away from the top of the stairs.

“Captain, what´s the matter? You´re normally more cheerful when we go for drinks. But you´ve been looking down since earlier. No wait- I want to figure it out on my own. You were still normal after patrol…And also when we entered the tavern… Then one of the guys said that the newbie won´t make it…” The person who had spoken made a drawn-out humming sound, deeply contemplating their options before gasping excitedly. “Don´t tell me that´s why! By Barbatos, our Captain has a crush!”

The whole table erupted in loud cheers which prompted the whole floor to raise their glasses in enthusiasm, even if the other tables had no clue what was going on. With a fluttering heart, you slowly crept farther up to see Kaeya sitting with his back to you, head propped on his right hand. His left hand was nonchalantly waving around as he rejected every notion of that claim being true.

“Oh, come on, Captain, don´t be like that. We saw you, always coincidentally having to talk to the Grandmaster when they have to submit a report,” a knight chuckled. Kaeya´s argument that it was because you were a new recruit and somebody had to keep an eye on you was met with a loud “Excuses!”

“So, you don´t deny always talking to the Grandmaster when (y/n) is also there?” You could practically hear the smirk in your friend´s voice. Another round of boisterous laughter. What had Kaeya done for them to hound him like that? Deciding to no longer hide, you stepped up and headed straight for their table. As much as you tried, you couldn´t suppress your smile completely as your lips twitched up at the corners.

“Look at that! The knight in shining armour arrives! (Y/n), we just happened to talk about you.” You raised an eyebrow in fake surprise and motioned him to keep speaking. For all the playful flirting Kaeya had put you through, you were going to torture him some more. “Actually, our Captain here was just com-“

“Complimenting you on a job well done.” The man in question gave you a charming grin while clasping his hand tightly over the guy´s mouth. “I heard about it from Jean, you´re doing good for a newbie.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

“Oh please, just call me Kaeya. We´re off work after all.” The Cavalry unit called favouritism at the top of their voices. One of them even dared to wolf whistle while his boss´s back was turned. “Though, I have to say your timing is impeccable. There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

This time your brows shot up in actual surprise. Without asking any more questions you followed him to the balcony outside, the shut door drowning out the murmurs of the knights. Kaeya leaned onto the railing as he focused his bright eye on you.

“So, how much of that did you hear?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Feigning innocence might be your best option to save both of you some embarrassment, at least that was what you planned. Your counterpart seemed to have other ideas though.

“Don´t play dumb with me now, (y/n). We both know you´re sharper than this.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, gaze unwavering and face unreadable. It was hard to gauge his reaction, which made you fumble with your words. “Fine then, I´ll tell you what I know. I heard you talk to someone downstairs who told you that your friend was up here. I don´t think it would take a skilled knight multiple minutes to climb some stairs and your arrival was just a bit too timely. Therefore am I correct in my assumption you eavesdropped on our conversation?”

You deflated visibly as you sighed but gave a shameful nod nonetheless. Honestly, you should´ve known better than to try and hide something from Kaeya. At the sound of his low chuckle and approaching steps, you perked up again.

“You´re so honest, it´s cute. A true knight through and through, one might say.” There was something about that glint in his eyes, however, which made you feel more like a deer caught in headlights than a knight. “Mind if I share the rest of my observations?”

“N-no, go on.” You had tried to subtly shift towards the wall, which was a terrible move, as you learned now, because it only allowed Kaeya to come closer without anywhere for you to run.

“Well, seeing as you didn´t go straight back down, you couldn´t have been entirely put off by what you heard. In fact, you looked quite excited. You also didn´t properly greet your friend but instead went with me without any qualms.” If it was possible, he leant in even closer as one hand ghosted over your cheek. “My, you´re growing quite hot. I wonder, is it the drinks or something else that´s got you like this? Personally, I think it´s the latter, if I may go by how flustered you are whenever we talk. Not to mention the glances you steal when you think I won´t notice. Now then, (y/n), is there something you want to tell me?”

This was it. This was karma for wanting to torment him earlier and also the way you´d die. Taking a deep breath, you mumbled a quiet apology to which Kaeya cocked his head to the side.

“There´s no need to apologise. But if you really wanted to make it up to me,” his hand rested now fully against your skin and his smile seemed to soften, “you could let me take you out on a date, that sound good?”

“I- yes, yes that sounds great!”

As he chuckled, he couldn´t help pinch your cheek before turning to go back inside. “Wonderful, I´ll pick you up at 7 this Friday then.”

“Wait, I don´t know if I have to work-“

“You won´t.”

You watched the door close behind him as you sunk onto one of the chairs. What just happened? That couldn´t have been real. While you processed what had just taken place, one question remained:

Why, by Barbatos, did it have to be Kaeya?

[The first day after you and Kaeya started officially dating, a lot of Mora changed hands among the knights of the Cavalry unit…]

THOMA

Thoma is normally rather meticulous with anything he does

So, his first thought when he notices what happened is probably something along the lines of “oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot—”

Switches into fixer mode real quick though and just goes with the flow of the situation

The housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan is a naturally social person and he´s used to things not going quite the way he planned it, therefore he´s quick to reboot (you might not even notice something went “wrong” in the first place)

Thoma had been turning the beautiful letter in his hands for hours, staring at the address written in neat handwriting far too often. He had spent the last days and nights trying to come up with a confession he didn´t internally pass away at. And now that it was done, he was contemplating again if he should send it or let it catch dust in his drawer. With an exhausted sigh, he placed the letter on his desk again before getting ready for the day, there was plenty of work to be done around the house after all.

Naturally, he had thought of just confessing to you in person but first of all, he´d have to find a time where both of you were free, he´d have to ask you out and then also confess. Thoma was by no means a shy person and he has always been pretty honest with his feelings, although, after he saw how much trouble he had coming up with the right things to say, he decided on writing a letter. This way he could make sure everything was perfect and he could start over again if he didn´t like the result.

As he was going about his duties as the housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan he nearly forgot about the letter until he turned in for the night. The blond had already taken off his red jacket when he found his desk exceptionally letter-less. But he wasn´t going to panic yet. Checking his drawer, underneath the desk and every inch of the floor he still came up empty-handed. Thoma decided that now was a good time to grow concerned.

He was about to search for someone who might know something but didn´t make it very far. Ayato was just passing through the hallway as Thoma left his room and seemed to notice his friend´s distressed expression.

“Thoma? What´s the matter?”

“Oh, it´s nothing, really. I was just searching for something,” Thoma said, contemplating whether or not to ask if he happened to know anything. “Sir, by any chance, do you know if someone went around collecting paperwork that needed to be sent out?”

“Oh, is this about the letter on your desk? Since the seal and address were already on it one of the staff members collected it and sent it together with my mail this afternoon.“ Ayato could probably see his face drop at that piece of information. “I´m sorry, Thoma. I know you´re always very busy, so I assumed you didn´t have the time to send it out yourself and asked her to deliver it for you.”

“No, no, Sir, you don´t have to apologise. It´s fine. I was just a bit shocked to see it wasn´t there anymore.” He gave a small bow before turning back to his room. “Have a good night, Sir, and rest well.”

“Thank you. You should get some rest as well. And Thoma, again, my apologies.”

You twirled the beautiful letter between your fingers, still in disbelieve something this elegant would be addressed to you. Although considering the Kamisato Clan´s crest adorning the golden wax seal, which you dared not break yet, your surprise lessened the slightest smidge.

Then again, what could the Kamisatos possibly want from you? Hopefully, it wasn´t on the Yashiro Commission´s behalf. As you inspected the graceful lettering of your name on the envelope again, however, you doubted this was business-related. Whoever sent you this letter had put great effort into perfecting each and every letter, nothing a commission official would do. In the back of your mind, a small seed of hope started to grow that a certain someone over at the Kamisato residence had sent the note.

Finally, your curiosity got the better of your nerves and you carefully pulled the letter open. Again, the paper was of the highest quality, a beautiful flower pattern stamped into it. You unfolded it with cautious fingers and were immediately awed by the neat handwriting. Just from looks alone, your heart fluttered, moved by the thought of someone putting this much effort into something given to you. By this point, it was all too clear this wasn´t sent on official business but rather on a personal notion.

Dear (y/n),

Are you surprised to receive a letter from me? I´d bet you are. Well, that is if I actually find the courage to give this to you. You´re probably wondering what this is all about, right? To be quite honest, I would´ve much preferred to say this to you in person but the truth of the matter is that I simply couldn´t and, considering how often I have rewritten this letter, maybe it was the right choice.

(Y/n), I´ve been meaning to confess this to you for a long time now. I can´t deny the feelings I developed for you and whenever we spent time together and you smile at me so sweetly, I don´t think I want to, anymore. And I think you deserve to know how I truly feel about you.

At first, I was scared to risk our friendship and lose you entirely. The longer I waited, however, the more I regretted my decision and thoughts of “what if” started to fill my head. From how I see things now, I think I stand to gain so much if I take the leap that I can´t ignore it anymore.

I like you, (y/n).

As much as I hope you feel the same, please stay true to your own heart and take your time to form a reply. The last thing I want to do is coerce you into a situation you feel uncomfortable in.

While I await your answer, please take care.

With love,

Thoma

If your heart fluttered before, it was positively racing now. It was a good thing nobody could see you clutching the letter to your chest and giddily jumping around like a little child, your grin so wide your cheeks started to hurt.

Without a second of hesitation, you pulled on your shoes and your coat, grabbing your keys as you went, before rushing out the front door. You would´ve written a letter back but it would take some time to reach the Kamisato Estate and you were far too energetic to sit down right now. Besides, your mind was racing a mile a minute, there was no chance you´d be able to come up with enough coherent sentences anyway.

By the time the grand building came into view, you were sure you set a new record on the time needed to reach the Kamisato Estate, yet, you didn´t feel tired at all. You´d been here a couple of times before, so when you explained the reason for your visit to the guards, they let you pass soon enough, even if you were only allowed into the yard.  As luck would have it, you spotted a familiar mop of blond hair tending to some pine trees around the garden.

“THOMA!” Said man barely held on to his garden scissors as your excited shout startled the ever-living abyss out of him. He wasn´t an idiot, he knew why you were here, he´d spent the last days agonising about this very moment, after all.  As you crossed the yard, he regained his composure enough to put on a calm smile.

“(Y/n), what a surprise,” he said, taking in your dishevelled clothes and your chest heaving as you caught your breath. “Wait, did you run all the way up here?!”

“Partly, yes,” you chuckled. “But I couldn´t help myself, not after reading this.”

You pulled out the letter and normally would have laughed at the size Thoma´s eyes had taken on and how he tried to conceal it.

“(Y/n), listen-“

“No, Thoma, you listen. Before you start on this nonsense on how it´s okay if I don´t reciprocate your feelings, let me just say this.” You took a deep breath, eyes trained on his as you failed to contain your smile. “I like you, too, you idiot. And I won´t leave any room for you to think anything else is the truth. You´ve made me the happiest person in Teyvat today.”

This time, Thoma dropped the scissors for good in favour of engulfing you in the warmth of his hug. From how close he was, you were hyperaware of everything that was him; his heartbeat, the scent of freshly brewed tea and pinewood, the soft fabric underneath your fingertips. Everything was so familiar, yet lovingly different all the same.

“While I´m truly flattered by you saying this, I have to call you out on a little lie there.” You lifted your head and peered curiously at him. “There can only be one person in Teyvat who´s happiest right now and that´s clearly me.”

There was no stopping the laughter bubbling out of you at his cheesiness and the sound alone was enough for Thoma to fall for you all over again. His hand moved to cup your face as his thumb gently traced your cheekbone, nothing but fondness swirling in those beautiful eyes of his.

“Let´s see if I can find you some tea and pastries, you must be quite exhausted after rushing here. I wouldn´t mind having you keep me company as I work and I´m sure Miss Kamisato would be delighted to catch up with you, my dear.”

GOROU

Shy bean, absolutely pure

Gorou will be adorably red in the face, his ears are shooting up and twitching and he´s tripping over his words trying to explain himself

He might be an accomplished general on the battlefield but navigating his own feelings is completely new territory for him

Rather dejectedly and somewhat ashamed, he owns up the confession and then apologises, thinking he did something wrong and crossed your boundaries

If you reciprocate his feelings, please tell him immediately and put him out of his misery; his expression will make a 180, tail wagging and all

Stretching your arms over your head, you felt a sense of comfort when some of the tension in your shoulders was relieved and you took it as a sign to take a break, maybe move your legs around a little too.

As you wandered along the streets of Inazuma City an idea came to you. It had been a while since you visited Komore Tea House, stopping by again surely wouldn´t hurt. While climbing the seemingly endless flight of stairs, you marvelled at the change of seasons clearly visible throughout the city.

The streets were much livelier, too. Now that the Vision Hunt decree and the Sakoku decree had been abolished, tourists and returning soldiers bustled around, chatting with vendors or catching up with those they hadn´t seen in a while. A small part of you hoped to spot a certain pair of fluffy ears among those wearing the resistance uniforms.

You´ve known Gorou for quite a while already, the two of you went back way before there was even the faintest notion of war breaking out. So, when the time came for him to be stationed at Watatsumi Island for an indefinite amount of time, a weight seemed to settle over your heart.

As time passed and weeks turned to months and months turned into a year, you started to question why his absence made you feel this empty. After all, you still exchanged letters as frequently as the situation allowed for but it wasn´t really enough and only amplified the want to see him again. One day it dawned on you that maybe you saw Gorou as more than just a friend. While you rejected the idea at first, the hopeful glances you sent around the harbour the first day a ship from Watatsumi Island docked at the pier and your subsequent disappointment at not finding the general among the troupes made you rethink your feelings.

But, sometimes, the universe apparently did listen.

Komore Teahouse came into view and you contemplated what you´d order this day as you stopped in the entryway where you´d normally be greeted by Taroumaru. But the Shiba Inu was nowhere to be seen. Instead, excited barking could be heard from the room over, followed by a defeated sigh.

“I told you already, it´s not that easy.” Gorou´s voice made your heart almost leap out of your chest and although it made you feel a little guilty, you didn´t move from your spot. “First of all, I don´t even know if they like me back. What if I misinterpreted their words? Don´t give me that look, it´s a reasonable possibility!”

Taroumaru gave a very deadpan bark as a response, meanwhile, you were processing Gorou´s words. Did he like someone? You weren´t going to jump to conclusions just from this alone, yet, you couldn´t quite suppress the hope bubbling to the surface. What if it was you he was talking about?

“No, I can´t just do that! What if I make them uncomfortable? We haven´t seen each other in a while, after all.” Well, you checked that box at least. Taroumaru seemingly had something insightful to share. “Hmm, yeah, that might be a good idea. I´ll consider it, even though the very thought of bringing this up with them makes my hair stand on end.”

Deciding to stop violating your friend´s privacy, you went and shut the front door again, this time as noisy as possible. The conversation in the adjacent room subsided and a couple seconds later the Shiba Inu rounded the corner. As he spotted you, his calm demeanour melted into an excited one, tail wagging while he jumped around your feet.

“Hi, Taroumaru, did you miss me that much? I´m sorry I couldn´t stop by more often,” you said, leaning down to gently pet his soft head.

“(Y/n)?!” The shocked general had barely time to realise you were actually there before you had already flung your entire weight against him. His time in the resistance seemingly paid off because he managed to catch you without both of you toppling over.

“Gorou! You´re finally back! I missed you! And I was really worried, too!” Your laughter must have had a contagious effect because you could feel his chuckle against your chest. Yet, as he sat you back down on your feet, the blush painting his cheeks a lovely rose shade was hard to miss.

“I-I missed you, too. And I´m sorry I had you concerned but it was worth it in the end, wasn´t it?” Gorou´s face slowly returned to its original colour, however, the heat flared up again as you showered him with praises on how proud of him you were. You didn´t bring up how his fluffy tail was wagging up a storm in response.

To your feet, Taroumaru was growing restless which was rather unusual for him. When Gorou was fiddling with his hands for too long and looking away from you one too many times, the Shiba started tugging at the hem of his pants.

“Taroumaru? Is something wrong?” The dog in question stared up at Gorou expectantly.  “You understand him, right? Do you know what´s up?”

“Huh? Oh, well, yes, I guess I know…” He sighed heavily. “(Y/n), would you come with me for a second?”

Containing the butterflies in your stomach was quite the task, yet, you didn´t want to raise your expectations too high just to have them crashing down around you. You followed your friend outside and into the shade of a tree near Komore Teahouse. By now, your assumption was almost certain to be correct. Gorou´s ears were twitching relentlessly, a clear sign he was nervous about something. And, as someone who had known him as a normal boy and not a fierce general first, you knew there were few things that could fluster him to this extent. He inhaled deeply again before turning to face you.

“(Y/n), I didn´t think I´d be having this conversation with you now, to be honest, and I really hope you won´t be upset by this. But there´s something I´ve been meaning to tell you for a while now, something I should´ve told you already.” Hesitantly, he reached for your hand, his ears perking up once you held on tighter and gave a little squeeze. “When I said I missed you, I meant it. While I was away, I couldn´t stop thinking about you…Nothing weird, I promise! But I wondered what you could´ve been doing at that moment or if you wanted to see me just as much as I wanted to see you. I´m not an expert on these things but even I realised that what I´m feeling goes beyond what you´d feel for a normal friend. I guess, what I want to say is, I like you, (y/n).”

You clasped your free hand around your intertwined ones, coaxing him to look at you again. There was the same hopeful glint in his turquoise eyes you recognized from your own heart, his whole attention trained on you now.

“Oh Gorou, how could I be upset when you said exactly what I wanted to hear? I´ve come to the same realisation. So many times, I thought about bringing it up in a letter but I didn´t want to add any more pressure on you. I´m somewhat regretting being so considerate now though,” you teased. You flung your arms around his neck again as he picked you up and twirled you around. “I´m so happy right now, I can barely describe it!”

“You just made me the happiest man alive, (y/n),” he laughed.

“I can see that.” Your eyes crinkled in amusement as you ran a hand through his ginger locks to where his ears had started flicking again as his tail rhythmically thumped against the bark of the tree.

#holly´s potions #custom potion ✧.* #order by: the lovely plasmasimagination ✿ #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #childe x reader #childe fluff #kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #thoma x reader #thoma fluff #gorou x reader #gorou fluff

[danothan]

i hope batlantern and halbarry enjoyers get along, there’s a lot of potential with this messy string of dynamics

i like the idea of hal and bruce being a short-lived but meaningful fling, like a “right time, right moment” situationship. seeing as they’ve both had their “we’re more alike than you think” and “you’re getting in your own way” observations abt each other, it could be productive and therapeutic to sort out their feelings thru their reflections of the other. they don’t have the compatibility or even desire to make this a lasting commited relationship, but i just think if they fucked, they could chill tf out lmao

i don’t need to go into halbarry, i feel like it speaks for itself loud and clear lol. long story short, they’re endgame to me and the most likely to be committed to a relationship, which is rly saying smth consider half of this dynamic involves hal. but regarding how they connect to batlantern, i just think it’d be rly funny in the context of JL:war. barry obviously had a crush on batman upon introduction, immediately inciting hal’s petty jealously (seriously, how do these 3 not get talked abt all together as a trio). so if we go by the idea that hal and bruce had a fling, i can only imagine what kind of conversation that would be once hal and barry got together

- B: “you slept with BRUCE? as in THE batman bruce??” / H: “yeah, it was a while back.” / B: “WHERE WAS I IN ALL THIS”

bruh as far as barry is aware, hal doesn’t even like bruce and even got mad at BARRY for not hating him too. and then he goes ahead and sleeps with the guy smh the double standards, barry’s gonna be up thinking abt this one for a few nights. tfw your boyfriend and your crush got together without you </3 hey, at least it’s fantasy-fuel right?

as for bruce and barry, their relationship is i think the most complicated of the three. they clearly have smth special, and while i do think barry’s little crush was one-sided, i also think bruce treats barry differently from the rest of the team. he already had a lot of respect for barry to begin with, but the letter barry delivered from bruce’s dad in flashpoint HAD to have changed their dynamic. if you haven’t read it, thomas credits the flash for teaching him that he can’t live for the people he’s lost, he has to live for the people he still has, and so he passes on this lesson to his son. how would bruce feel abt that?? how would he feel abt his DEAD dad telling him to cherish his living relationships, meanwhile having barry as the only thread between both?? that his friend got to meet his dead dad and become his reason for living? that the words of wisdom his dad is passing on to him were essentially from barry himself? barry’s probably gotten over his starstruck phase with bruce by now, and he’s got too much integrity to pry or even know what impact he’s had on either of their lives, but i think bruce WOULD learn to cherish his relationships from this. i think barry has a soft spot in bruce’s heart in a way that no one else does ;__; lord knows what barry sees in him or hal, but the guy’s got a good heart, so he must be doing something right

#batlantern #halbarry #batflash #<- mostly platonically? it’s one-sided and they don’t get together but i like their dynamic #batflashlantern #barry allen #hal jordan #bruce wayne #the flash #green lantern #batman #dc #meta #danbles #god this went on for a lot longer than i planned #i was just trying to make a little haha barry has batlantern fantasies joke but apparently i have a lot of thoughts on batflash #also hi im new here idk what the surrounding conversation around these ships in relation to each other are like #but i hope we’re all getting along bc there is sm to work with here ^__^

[choicesficwriterscreations]

September MC & OCs of the Month - Special Edition: Ales Spencer Hunt

Help us in welcoming September's MCs and OCs of the month! That's right, plural! Most months, CFWC highlights one randomly selected MC or OC from our Meet My MC / OC List. (More info here.) But this month, we're doing something different.

In August, @lilyoffandoms hosted a Writers Appreciation Month, and we announced the September Writer of the Month would be selected from its participants. But all participants agreed - Lily deserved the honor! Still, we wanted to do something nice for the eleven writers who elected to participate to help uplift other writers in the fandom. So, this month, each of the eleven participants will have one of their MCs or OCs highlighted.

We will introduce each MC / OC individually, and once all eleven have been highlighted, a masterlist for the month will be created. We hope you enjoy getting to know all about them!

The sixth MC of the Month is @lovealexhunt's Alex Spencer Hunt.

Learn more about Alex below...

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC. 

Alex was the first MC I wrote about in the PB universe. Alex got me writing again. She got me interested in fan fiction again. She brought this whole world into my life. I had lurked in the Choices fandom before, but it wasn’t until I started writing for Alex (and Thomas) that I really stepped out of the shadows to join. I love Alex and Thomas more than I can express. They have my whole heart. They inspired me to take a chance to join a community, to try writing again, and to make new friends. Without them, I probably wouldn’t be here today. What I love most about Alex and Thomas (because they go together) is they saved me and gave me something to aspire toward. The life she created is absolutely beautiful, and I hope that I can be even half as lucky as her! Alex gives me hope. 

Do you feel your MC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

Alex and I definitely have several similarities. Our biggest similarity is her love of coffee and all things caffeine. Alex sometimes carries 2-3 coffees with her just in case, and I may… also do that… I mean, can you really have too much coffee? No. No, you can not! Alex also loves animals, like I do. She rescued a black lab, Bogart, who is the most precious, goodest boy ever. I also have a black lab mix that I rescued. She believes in leaving the world a better place than she found it, even if it’s by doing small things, like picking up a piece of trash or pushing a shopping cart back. We both enjoy quiet moments at home with family. We also enjoy watching movies snuggled on the couch.

Alex is more outgoing and social than I am. I definitely struggle more with making friends and taking control of situations than she does. I am far more of an overthinker than she is. She can get in her own head, but she also knows how to get out of her own way; I definitely just get stuck in my head sometimes.

What is most important to your MC? What is their motivation in life?

Alex’s family is absolutely the most important thing to her. She loves Thomas, and her whole heart belonged to him until the day she met her twins. Felicity and Vincent are her entire world. She would do anything to protect them and keep them safe. Thomas and Alex decided that they would alternate projects between them so only one of them would work at a time so that they could be present parents. They love their careers, but with the demanding hours on set and the travel anywhere in the world, they never wanted to be apart or have their children raised by nannies, so this was their solution. The twins are their first thought in anything they do. 

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes? 

Alex has an irrational fear of frogs (another thing we have in common 🙈), so that is definitely her biggest dislike. 

Some of her pet peeves are paparazzi (especially once the twins are born), bad coffee (it’s the worst), and unrealistic beauty standards. Alex refuses to have her photos highly photoshopped/edited because of the unrealistic beauty standards set by the industry. If a magazine does edit her photos, she always releases the unedited ones to show the world what is real, especially after the twins are born. She hates that mothers are embarrassed by their post-pregnancy bodies. Everyone is different, and everyone is beautiful! 

If your MC could change one thing - anything - what would it be? 

Alex would probably want to save her father. He died when she was 12 of a heart attack. He was in good shape, so it was completely unexpected. However, after years of wishing to change the past, Alex has realized that it is both the good and the bad that help define us. She desperately wished her father could have walked her down the aisle at her wedding, or met Thomas and their children/his grandchildren, but if she saved her father… then she may not have turned to acting as a source of comfort and to explore her feelings and then, she may never have met Thomas, and her world would be less whole without the life they built. So, in short, she wouldn’t change a thing. 

What is your MC’s favorite quote or song? 

Some of Alex’s favorite quotes:

“Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible!” ~ Audrey Hepburn

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” ~ Neil Gaiman

“Magic is believing in yourself. If you can make that happen, you can make anything happen.” ~ Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” ~ Anne Frank

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh

"I can't stop drinking coffee, I stop drinking coffee, I stop doing the standing and the walking, and the words-putting-into-sentences doing." ~ Lorelai Gilmore (Also any other quote by Lorelai about coffee)

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC? 

Hey there, my wonderful fans,

I just wanted to take a moment to send some love and inspiration your way. 

Can you believe this small-town girl ended up on this incredible journey? Being a mom to Felicity and Vincent (and I can't forget Bogart,) wife to the one and only Thomas Hunt, and living my dream as an actress – it's like a whirlwind of amazing! On the outside, it may look perfect, but that doesn't mean it's without its challenges. Every one of us has our own struggles to overcome. 

Remember, life might throw you curveballs from time to time, but that's just a chance to swing for the fences. I've learned that settling is like saying, "Nah, I'm good," to life's adventure. And who would do that? Not me, and I hope not you! Your dreams are just as important as mine! Your best life is out there. If you haven't found it yet, keep searching, keep fighting, and keep believing!

What you are hoping for matters! Your dreams matter. YOU matter! Don't give up on yourself or anything you want. You are a star in your own story. Embrace the challenges as they come, chase your dreams, and always remember that I am cheering you on every step of the way.

Hugs and dreams, 

Alex         

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc oc of the month #red carpet diaries #alex hunt #lovealexhunt #playchoices

[fangirlfreak08]

Tlh characters/relationships and speak now (Taylor’s version) part two

Haunted

Anna. Anna being in love with Ari for years and using other women as a coping mechanism. Anna thinking her and Ari were together and then finding out about the engagement and feelings betrayed ‘i thought I had you figured out’

Also on a more literal note, Grace to kit (I’m sorry)

Last kiss

Ari and Anna. Like I hear your Grace and kit but no because they weren’t *technically* together when he y’know… HOWEVER anna and ari did literally kiss and then break up with next day and then spend like a year estranged. ‘So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep’ it’s giving Anna not letting herself get close to Ari until she’s dying.

Long live

Like all of them? But specifically the merry thieves. ‘And for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world’ with them four being the perfect close knit group (OF LITERAL THEIVES) for YEARS. ‘If you have children someday please tell them my name’ with none of their children being able to meet kit but you know damn well they will know their uncle kit like they know the rest of their uncles. ALSO Emma and Julian literally pointing to their pictures and Tessa telling them their names?? ‘And the cynics were outraged’ with like half the adult population hating their guts

Ours

Lucie to Jesse. The song gives such innocent first love vibes as well as like a serious amount of ‘what the hell is going on’ from outsiders which in the context of the book, it just because Jesse’s like legit come back from the dead. But neither of them care because this love is theirs

Superman

Let’s be so for real rn it’s Thomas about Alastair. ‘Tall dark and beautiful’ like a Persian prince maybe? ‘He’s not at all bad like his reputation’ I mean COME ON Thomas defending him despite his rep because he knows him!

Electric touch

Purely for accuracy it’s lucie and Jesse. ‘This could either break my heart or bring it back to life’ AND SHE LITERALLY BRINGS HIM BACK TO LIFE?!?!! ‘Fill this ghost town up with life’ him being happy for the first time in years and dancing with her and everything while literally BEING A GHOST?!

Also metaphorically Thomastair both ways, for Alastair ‘bringing Thomas back to life’ by seeing through him after Barbara’s death or Thomas ‘bringing Alastair back to life’ by just loving him

When Emma falls in love

Lucie about Cordelia. So like Cordelia but from lucies pov. Cause Cordelia spent most of her childhood falling for James and being incredibly obvious and she’s a queen. And lucie just idolising her, I mean the gal wrote the whole beautiful Cordelia.

I can see you

It’s giving Thomas and Alastair like hanging out in paris and Charles never catching on, and them making out in the sanctuary and will walking in literally 30 seconds later and never knowing and Thomas being in love for years and his closest friends never working it out-but like mainly the sanctuary scene tbh

Castles crumbling

Either James or Matthew. Like James for the clave turning against him (and his entire family) after learning about Belial and Matthew for his whole world upending and him and James fighting and Cordelia realising he’s still drinking and hanging to tell his parents the truth.

Also everyone turning against Grace but no one really like her at first BUT ari being like ‘I can’t believe she lived in my house’

Also maybe Charles?? Like he had the support of the inquisitor, a fiancé, his family’s love, the claves respect and then he lost the family’s respect when he went against the herondales and lost the claves when he came out

Foolish one

Matthew, Thomas, Alastair, Cordelia-I could go on I mean it just fits

Matthew: First Lucie then Cordelia he has a thing for unrequited love and he knows it but he still hoped Cordelia would chose him and she didn’t

Thomas: the man was in love with Alastair for YEARS and had to watch him and Charles be in love for years without knowing the problems within their relationship (but he got his man so there’s that)

Alastair: hoped and hoped that Charles would chose him over his career just once but he never would and ‘I’ll get your longing glances but she’ll get you rings’ and Charles constantly getting engaged HOWEVER ‘the day is gonna come for your confessions of love’ and Thomas’ ‘Keli asheghetam. I love you let me love you’

Cordelia: I could literally copy and paste thomas bit and change the names man

Timeless

Thomas and alastair. They fell in love at the academy (fight me on this) and then again in paris and then again in London and they were vastly different people in all of these places and yet they still found each other. Also history repeats itself (a lightwood falling in love with someone everyone kinda warns them against without realising it and then professing their love in the others first language)

#Tlh #the last hours #chain of thorns #Alastair carstairs #Thomas lightwood #Cordelia carstairs #James herondale #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #grace blackthorn #matthew fairchild #charles fairchild #christopher lightwood

[totallynotweird]

SAGAU Imposter AU but the higher the character friendship level, the easier it is for them to recognize you as the divine god without having to see your golden blood.

absolutely inspired by @hiraya-rawr !! hers are like.. four months ago, I just happen to be... really really slow. also just got tumblr recently so.. Apologies in advance for any weird things, I'm trying my best!! (If anyone can teach me stuff that'll be most appreciated)

MONDSTADT

Honestly? Mondstadt will be the safest, anyone with my friendship levels would absolutely prefer to stay here. Why? Well let me tell you.

First of all, we have the wallet- I can absolutely see Diluc (F-Level 10) giving me all the mora ever needed. A place to stay (i.e. Dawn Winery), and like absolute protection. He can probably be the ticket to getting to Liyue as well. Sure, it might be hard to get to him in the first place, but I also have something to help with that.

Kaeya (F-Level 9), the adoptive brother of the red-haired emo. One way or the other, Kaeya would probably introduce me to his brother for my safety. Since, well, Diluc has the money and the power.

And no, I'm not finished. You need information on something? Lisa (F-level 10) will be there. Ever get hurt, whether accidentally or caused by someone else? Do not worry, Barbara (F-level 10) will cheer you up and sing you a song!

Honestly, the figures of Mondstadt might as well be almost immune from the impostor ideas. With Diluc, Lisa, and Barbara around, people like Jean, although F-level 1, could probably be convinced. Venti could also be bribed by wine too, so...

Plus points if Lisa can talk to Albedo about it. That doesn't seem too far-fetched considering Sucrose (F-level 6) will be there to help a little.

LIYUE

I don't know how to tell me this, but I am screwed. Like. Super screwed, no one can believe this is this bad.

I'm not kidding. The highest happens to be Childe (F-level 6), and he isn't even from Liyue. A Fatui harbinger. And a 6. That's not enough.

Second in Liyue we have Chongyun (F-level 5) and Hu Tao (F-level 4), both of which are probably only available if you meet them by accident. I wasn't lying when I said I was screwed. Still screwed, actually.

Zhongli is a uhhh.... uh.... a rough topic..... let's just hope Xiao isn't around because uh.... uhhhhhh.... yeah I don't wanna talk about it.

Apart from probably getting confused with being part of the Fatui or hiding in a graveyard half the time (I don't know much about Hu Tao from this AU but I don't think she really cares about gods), I don't exactly think there is a way to get to Inazuma.

Well if we don't count sneaking in the Crux in a storage box and somehow not getting found out.

INAZUMA

Thank god we managed to leave Liyue! Now in Inazuma, we can have a good life-

NOT.

From sneaking around one of the biggest ships around to almost getting caught while leaving said ship. Maybe even getting a wanted poster on my head by Kanjou commissioners, and having to swim my way outside of Ritou, everything is okay. For now, right...?

NO IT ISNT- because apparently, no one in Inazuma has a higher friendship level than one!! Well except for a certain someone..

After being caught by one of the Shuumatsuban, I got dragged over to the Kamisato estate only to find...

Thoma being the local housewife he is. But no, that's not why we're here, because the Kamisato estate houses the only person that happens to have a high friendship level.

Kamisato Ayaka (F-level 10). The sister of Kamisato Ayato. Safety is shaky, obviously, but being a part of one of the most influential families who happens to be part of the Tri-commission-er is not something to laugh at.

There's the Shuumatsuban, Thoma, and.. the Kamisato family head, Kamisato Ayato. Honestly I just hope Ayaka can convince both Ayato and Thoma, but for the rest I... am not sure.

Ei will probably be the death of me.

TLDR; I definitely have favoritism towards Mondstadt.

#genshin #genshin imagines #sagau #genshin sagau

[venerable-sun]

Mångata (Nuidis Vulko x Reader) Pt. 2

Nuidis Vulko (Aquaman) x reader

TW: None

1300~ words

Part One | Part Three

I've pretty much written about half of this series already, so I 'll be dropping the next parts every other day. I'll also be making a series masterlist post with the pinterest board and spotify playlist I made if anyone is interested in checking those out.

I'd also like to shoutout @ficsations on ao3 for inspiring this story! Go check out their story "It All Began By The Shore"!

A loud crash from downstairs wakes you. 

You quickly throw on a linen robe and stumble down the stairs to see your living room empty. The glass of water you’d left on the table lay shattered on the floor, the strange man nowhere to be found. 

You tentatively stepped forward to search the room further, only to be pushed back against the wall by an unseen force. 

You grunt as your back meets the wood, an elbow digging uncomfortably into your throat. 

“Who are you, and why am I here?” A gravelly voice asks, and your eyes meet the deepest blue you’ve ever seen.

“I saw you on the beach, in the storm.” You wheeze out. “You were injured, so I brought you here.” 

The man glanced down at the bandage you’d wrapped around his ankle before hesitantly letting you go. You cough as your lungs welcome air back into your body, guilt crossing the man’s face briefly before he hardened it once again. “You didn’t answer the first half of my question. Who are you?”

“My name is (Y/n).” You eye his scale-like costume. “But I think I should be the one asking you that.” 

A knock at the door distracts you before he can answer, and you peer out the peephole to see your uncle standing on the porch. When you turn back around, the man is gone. The door to your porch is wide open, the breeze from outside moving the curtains lazily. 

Your uncle knocks again and you open the door to let him in. 

“What the hell happened to you?” He says. “You look like you stayed up all night.”

You chuckle, going to close the porch door before he asks why it was open. “The storm kept me up, or something like that.” 

Thomas eyed you suspiciously. “Something like that?”

You ignore his question, going to grab the broom and dustpan to sweep up the broken glass. “I just forgot how loud the wind can be this high up on the cliffs. That’s all.”

For some reason, you don’t want to tell him about your mystery man. What would you say, that you’d rescued some strange man that had been swimming in the ocean during a storm, wearing strange clothes, and then brought him to your home? Even to you, it sounds crazy. 

Crazy and reckless. 

You sigh, your limbs still tired and sore. “Thank you for coming to check on me, but I’m alright.”

You plaster on your most concing smile, hoping that he’d leave and you go after the mysterious man.  

Your uncle looks at you closely, seemingly unconvinced for a moment before nodding his head and saying goodbye. You wait a few minutes to make sure he’s really gone before running outside once again, this time welcomed by warm sunshine instead of freezing rain. 

Waves lap lazily at the shore as you walk along the beach, not a soul in sight. As you near the place you found the man laying yesterday, you spot a strange stick half-buried in the sand not far away. 

You pull it out with little difficulty, the blade at one end shining in the sun as you turn it in your hands. It looks to be a staff of some sort, definitely a weapon. Who the hell is this guy? 

You look out over the sea, its calm surface a huge contrast to the violent waves of last night. Hunger gnaws at your belly, and you begin the ascent back to your house with the staff still in your hand, unaware of the eyes following you from within the waves. 

~~~

The next week passes by with little excitement. 

You finish cleaning out the house, donating most of your parents’ old things to charity. The rest of your belongings arrive, and you spend an entire day unpacking your substantial book collection, making sure that they filled the bookshelves in the exact way you liked. You prepare for your new job at the high school, drafting up lesson plans and coming up with projects you hope the students would find interesting. You even manage to find someone to come tune your piano, and play it every night before going to sleep. 

And you go to the beach every day at sunset, hoping the mysterious man will return. 

You know you just let the incident go, acknowledge the situation as a story you’ll never know the ending of, but you just can’t. When you sleep, you’re haunted by his ocean-blue eyes and the sound of his voice. 

Why are you so hung up on him? You hadn’t even shared more than a few words, for christ’s sake. 

When your uncle slyly suggested that you try dating somebody in town, you’d vehemently refused, the image of the stranger’s handsome face in your mind. 

As you walk down the cliff stairs, you brace yourself for disappointment once again, only to stop in surprise. 

The man stands at the edge of the shores, waves just barely reaching his feet. You approach slowly, feet sinking into the sand as you make your way towards him. 

His hands are clasped behind his back as he turns to you, his hair tied up in a bun and the same scale-like clothes on. 

You stop a few paces away from him, uncertainty brewing in your stomach. Now that you’re finally faced with him once again, you have no idea what to say or what to expect. 

“I came to apologize.” The man says, taking a step towards you. “You helped me and I threatened you in your own home.”

He stands in front of you now, then presses a fist to his heart and drops to one knee. “I thank you arduously for saving me. I owe you a great debt.” 

He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, sending shivers up your spine as his cool lips press against your skin.

“I-it was no trouble at all. You don’t owe me anything.” You stutter, reluctantly pulling your hand away to try and distract him from your blush. “But I would like to know your name, and how you got caught up in that storm.” 

“My name is Nuidis Vulko, my lady.” He stands and bows, and all hopes of your blush going away evaporate. “And I was out searching for someone when my leg got caught in that lobster trap.”

“Nuidis…” you test out the name. “You’re not from around here, are you?” It comes out as a statement more than a question.

He smiles handsomely. “Beautiful and smart. No, I am not. I come from the kingdom of Atlantis, where I serve as royal advisor to the king.” 

You shake your head in disbelief, but for some strange reason, you find yourself believing him. Maybe you are crazy. “That would… certainly explain a lot. Who was it that you were looking for?”’

“A prince who has been putting off his responsibilities for long enough,” Vulko says, pleased that you’ve taken this information in stride. A strand of hair falls into your face from the breeze, and his fingers twitch as he stops himself from reaching forward and tucking it behind your ear. The sun sinks lower to the horizon, reminding him that he must return before Orm gets suspicious of his whereabouts. 

“I must depart, my lady,” he says reluctantly. “But it was a pleasure to be in your presence once more.” 

He grasps your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to the back again before starting to walk into the waves. 

“Wait!” You call after him. “I have your staff.” 

He looks back at you, tries to capture in his memory how your long hair shines in the sun’s rays, how your skin glows in the light. He smiles. 

“Then I suppose I will have to return to you once more, my lady.”

#texts #nuidis vulko x reader #nuidis vulko #aquaman x reader #aquaman #justice league #dceumovies #reader insert #mangata

[the-fiction-witch]

The Bride In Black P1- 10

Media: IRL X The Invitation / Vampires

Character: Thomas Brodie Sangster 

Couple: TBS X reader

Rating: Spooky af + flirty

Series: The Bride In Black 

I finished unloading my laundry from the washer moving it into the basket so I could put it in the dryer, throwing it all in and setting it to get it all done.

Suddenly a knock came from my door, so I scurried over opening it with a tired smile, seeing the postman in his bright red jacket

He handed me the bundle of letters secured together with a beige elastic band, I took them nodding to him and headed inside making sure to shut the door behind me.

I made myself tea in my favourite mug and headed over to the little dining table slowly and carefully, opening all my posts and sorting them into bills, junk, and other such things of varying importance until I got to the last one, immediately I took a pause.

It was a small envelope rather thick to the touch, such beautiful blood red cardstock with my address but no name, a little stamp of the English countryside in the top corner, the back sealed with a round black wax seal pressed with a dragon emblem and a few leaves from a Snapdragon flower.

I had no concept who it could have been from and without my name, I was slightly cornered. But I gave in to my curiosity and opened it making sure to not break the beautiful wax seal and pop it off the envelope.

I pulled out a beautiful black card with luxurious red ink.

'Till Death Do us Part

Please join us for this

The first day of eternal love

And the joining of our houses'

Then the date and address and also in the envelope was a similar card and small envelope

'I _____ Confirm my attendance to the ceremony/ reception/ both of Oliver and Ava'

That's odd I don't know an Oliver? or an Ava?

I found a contract number on the back so I gave it a call hoping to clear things up and when it answered a strange... charismatic voice spoke up. "Good afternoon"

"Ohh uhh hi." I smiled

"Hi, who may I ask is this sweet-sounding creature?"

"Ohh uhh y/n y/l/n, I was hoping to speak to someone regarding uhh Oliver and Ava's wedding?"

"Ah yes, awfully sorry most replies in letters were hardly expecting to need the phone" he explained making me chuckle

"No uhh, I think this might have been sent to the wrong person I uhh I don't recognize the names," I said

"Now you mention it, y/l/n was it?"

"Yes"

"Interesting. Not on my list... Ah, are you number sixteen? it should say on the back?"

I looked and it indeed had a number on the back of the invitation

"Yes. Sixteen"

"AHH perfect." He says

"So it was meant for me?" I asked

"Well in a way yes. A sorry family tradition every wedding or big family event always invite at least one stranger someone picked at random out of the phone book. Way of making new family friends and all"

"Ohh" I smiled "that's really sweet"

"So? Would you be happy to attend?"

I thought for a moment about all the terrible things that could happen but it's not every day you get a chance like this and honestly, I wouldn't mind some new friends, having a new experience,

"Yes absolutely"

"Perfect. Well, I look forward to seeing you then miss y/l/n"

"I look forward to seeing you too, uhh?"

"Thomas. Feel free to pop me a call between now and then if you... feel you'd like to"

"Perhaps I will" I smiled before we ended the call I blushed a little but was very excited to go somewhere new and meet new people even if I was concerned but he sounded pleasant enough.

I had to admit I was excited if a little nervous. But I had set rules for myself. Don't drink. Don't try to be flirty or funny. And the first sign of anything weird we get the hell out of there. I had been driving for what honestly felt like years at this point following the directions unsure what exactly to expect, but not this.

I turned the corner and was faced with a long country road surrounded by trees for almost a mile before it opened up revealing this large manor house half the grandeur of Buckingham palace but with much more grounds and details with impressive dark stone, twisted metal bars and gates, old fashioned diamond windows it looked like something from a goth girls dream. I pulled up where some other cars were grabbing my bag and climbing out in awe of this place.

"Who may I ask are you?" A man in a black suit asked as he came down from the steps at the front of the house

"Ohh y/n y/l/n. I uhh I'm here for the wedding. I am in the right place aren't I?"

"I don't believe so no miss," he says but a familiar voice spoke up

"Ohh leave her alone Martin." He says "I believe I know exactly who she is"

This Martin moved from the steps revealing there just shutting the door, a man. He was thin, lanky, with a face impossible to determine age. He had black riding boots with red suit pants tucked into them, a white and black slightly plaid shirt unbuttoned slightly, and a brown leather aviator's jacket seeming well worn.

For a moment honestly, I didn't know if I should be enamoured or terrified.

"Y/n y/l/n, humm your even more beautiful than I imagined" he smiled coming down the steps taking my hand and giving it a soft kiss "Thomas, we spoke on the phone"

"Of course yes sorry I didn't expect -"

"Expect what?" He smirked

"Well you to be so handsome"

"Aren't you a sweetheart" he cooes "Martin take care of her car, come on I'll show you around" he encouraged offering his hand

I nodded and happily took it, letting him lead me inside.

He showed me around the place around the beautiful old wooden corridors and impressive beautiful rooms. I did my best to map my way but it was so sprawling it was hard to keep up.

The large sprawling kitchen, the beautiful library, bedrooms Upon bedrooms Upon bedrooms, dinning rooms, drawing rooms, there was even a goddamn gallery

"And this is the Luna courtyard," he says opening the door to reveal a beautiful garden in the middle of the house with an old stone fountain without a drop of water in it "bit of a lacklustre end to the tour but it is where it ends," he says "and of course the grounds but that's all being set up for the wedding," he says heading in to take a seat on a green metal chair so I smiled and sat beside him

"So, what links you to the bride and groom then?"

"Brother of the bride. Sense of joy and or evy to watch my little sister get married, especially when you're as single as I am" he laughed

"Sorry i-"

"It's alright. I'm thrilled for her"

"Thomas! That you darling?"

"Ohh, yes mother" he called getting up and helping me up too as a woman hurried down a similar metal spiral staircase from the second floor he went and gave her a hug "my sweet boy, I've been looking for you everywhere" and she quickly turned her attention to me

"And who is this?"

"AHH mother if I may introduce y/n y/l/n. One of our welcomed strangers for this event"

"Is she?" She smiled coming to me "what a beautiful little thing. Welcome to our home you'll have full rein of the house while you stay with us, and you're more than welcome to join us tomorrow in the drawing room for cocktails"

"Ohh thank you very much" I smiled

"Martin!" She called and soon enough he emerged "take this young lady and her things to her room"

"Yes ma'am" he nodded so I followed him he took me to a large room the size of my whole apartment, with my own beautiful bathroom, four poster bed, wardrobe, and beautiful gothic windows that looked out to the grounds where the wedding was being set up for the next few days

"All this is for me?" I asked in shock

"Yes the master of the house demanded you to be cared for"

"The Master of the house?"

"You met him. earlier."

"Oh, so Thomas is the master of the house?"

"Yes miss,"

"Well thank you very much"

"Ring the bell if you require assistance," he said before he left my room.

I unpacked a little Nervous. This all seemed far too nice.

I spent most of the first-afternoon unpacking getting settled in this room as well as exploring the place even if it was strange how the wedding being prepared was so grand and yet it often felt like I was the only one there.

I was looking out the window watching the grounds when the door knocked

"It's open"

"Hello, how are you finding your room?" Thomas asks his jacket now gone

"It's a little too much for just me"

"Nonsense, you're our guest. But if you are feeling lonely or perhaps spooked by this old place my suites on the fourth floor I don't mind you coming and bunking with me for a while"

"Thank you but my room is grand enough I don't need anything more" I giggled

"Yes, sure?"

"I'm sure"

"Well be careful it's a big old house people sometimes get a little... scared"

"Well I think it's a lovely house"

"Your sweet" he smiled "Alright, get some rest. Try not to be spooked?"

"I'll do my best"

"Well if you need anything and I mean... anything you call me alright?"

"I will"

"Good, I'll see you in the morning then" he smiled giving my hand a soft kiss before he headed to his own room, I got ready for bed and climbed inside the cosy soft silk sheets now he had mentioned it, it was very spooky here this room felt so very strange I felt as if... I wasn't alone. But that was silly. I kept flicking my light on convinced I saw shapes and figures but it was always just my bag, or the chair, or something normal and explainable.

I couldn't sleep, so I pushed my body out of the bed hoping to get a glass of water from the kitchen. I put my headphones in as not to spook myself by being slow and quiet as I left my bedroom and did my best through the almost pitch-black stairwells and corridors to try and find the kitchens. But as I walked I kept having this feeling, like... breathing down my neck.

as If someone was following me, but when I turned not a soul would be there.

after a good while, I found the kitchens and got myself a drink of water, sipping the ice cold water as I began to walk back admiring the beautiful gothic portraits and other such artwork.

One Portrait was beautiful and sweet it was a thin pale blonde young lady in a red dress with a small silver plaque on the bottom of the painting 'Ava Sangster' the painting looked far too long to be anyone still living perhaps she was named after family members as is fairly common in rich families, I continued on down the corridor and saw another painting, the man in the painting looked so much like Thomas in rich old red clothes and the Plaque even read 'Thomas Brodie Sangster' then again it's a common thing naming kids after family members, all though it is kinda odd they look so similar, still probably just one of those weird coincidences like celebrities that look like Tudor paintings? I kept walking noticing the portrait by the stairs it was a man and woman it looked like the oldest I had ever seen 'Mark And Tasha' impressive.

I heard a bang at the bottom of the staircase making me jump and turned seeing this... strange shadow at the bottom of the stairs but when I tried to look again to make sure I wasn't dreaming, it was gone.

I went back to my room making sure to shut the door tightly, I shook it out of my head and finished my water before heading back to bed.

I woke up to the bright sunlight which was odd I could have sworn I pulled the curtains but thought a little of it, I had slept so long most of the day was gone but a lot of that I imagine was the travelling and the being up not being able to sleep half the night, so I got ready for the cocktail party this afternoon getting into my little dress and doing my hair a little unsure of what to expect till there was a knock at my door as I was finished my make up

"It's open" I called to whoever was there and my door opened revealing Thomas in shined black shoes, black suit pants and a red silk shirt "ohh sorry was I running late?' I asked

"Not at all, I was merely checking up on you" he smirked

"Well I think I'm ready" I smiled

"You look gorgeous"

"Aww thank you" I blushed he offered his hand so I took it and he twirled my hand above my head so I did a spin

"Mesmerising." He says kissing my hand "come on I'll introduce you to everyone" he lead me down to a large drawing room with the doors open to a porch and the small garden where many people lingered with drinks he took me around and introduced me to all these people many of them family or family friends I admittedly felt a little out of place but they were all so kind to me. "So? Feeling alright so far?" Thomas asks as we had a seat together

"I think so, everyone's so kind"

"Why wouldn't we be kind to such a pretty girl?" He smirked "so tell me about our little welcome stranger" he smiled

"Not much to tell I suppose"

"Come on I want to know everything, what do you do? What is your passion? Friends? Family? Hobbies? Music? Blood type?" He joked making me laugh "come on I wanna know"

So I told him about me, my life, my work, my hobbies, he seemed... so interested, hanging on my every word like a curious child until I was done.

"Humm, your fascinating" he cooes "I am incredibly lucky that such a random chance allowed me to meet someone as magical as you" he smiled

"I'm very thankful it did, we might never have met otherwise"

"We wouldn't, and I wouldn't change this meeting for anything" he smiled giving my hand another kiss

"Well can I know about you?"

"Not much to tell"

"I'm sure there is" I smiled and he smiled back telling me much the same things I told him it was so lovely to hear him speak so passionately about these things "you are equally fascinating Thomas"

"You're a sweetheart" he smiled

"Is it just the three of you?" I asked curiously

"Nowadays,"

"I'm sorry"

"It's alright, my mother got very very angry with him. He's not in the picture anyone"

"I see"

"It's getting late. I'll walk you back to your room make sure you don't get lost"

"Thank you Thomas" I smiled

He walked me back to my bedroom and we stood outside in the corridor for a moment "get some rest. Weddings tomorrow"

"Of course, I suppose you'll be very busy"

"I'll make time to see you, I promise" he smiled "well sleep well my sweet" be cooes kissing my hand and then my head making me blush hard

"You too Thomas" I blushed before scurrying into my room before I could make a fool of myself.

I got changed and climbed into the bed again but still the same as last night I couldn't help thinking about everything so I pushed myself up and went to the window watching the vast grounds the trees and grass moving slightly in the breeze when I heard a noise and noticed the perfume bottle that I had sat on the vanity had fallen luckily it hadn't broken but the fall was enough to send shivers up my spine "hello?" I asked, "Someone there?" Nothing replied I heard the floor creaking close to my door "someone here?" I asked trying to hide my fear but nothing, it's all in my head I should just go back to - at that moment the door knocked making me jump out of my skin "c-come in" I said even though I was full of fear the door opened quickly

"sorry y/n didn't mean to scare you" it was Thomas smiling sweetly in a silky robe he clearly wore to bed

"It's okay, what is it?"

"I... couldn't sleep. I wanted to come and see you,"

"That's sweet but you should get some rest ready for tomorrow"

"I know, I just... I wanted to give you this a little present" he smiled revealing from behind him a hanger with a beautiful dress on it "I thought perhaps you might wear it tomorrow for me"

"You shouldn't have-"

"Well I wanted to, I think it'll look beautiful on you"

"I can't accept this it's too much-"

"Well, It's a gift. Seeing you in it tomorrow is more than my repayment"

"Are you sure?" I asked taking the beautiful dress in hand

"I'm sure darling. Hang it up and get to bed you don't want to be all sleeping for the ceremony tomorrow"

"Of course, you get some sleep too"

"I'll try" he cooes kissing my hand before he left again, I blushed hard seeing the impressive dress I hung it in the wardrobe and went back to bed a little overexcited and overwhelmed by it all.

I woke up at first light, had a bath, did my hair and got into my beauu dress Thomas gave me last night. I hurried down and took my seat. I was surprisingly quite close to the front for being a stranger and all and soon enough it began.

First down was the mother I met when I first arrived in a beautiful dress, then a couple of very pale girls in red dresses I assume the bridesmaids, then Thomas as another man both in head to toe black he saw me and I blushed a little, then another man came in a white suit looking nervous and concerned I noticed as he reached the alter Thomas and this other man seemed to loom over him almost threateningly so and lastly came a truly beautiful woman in a long white dress who took this man's hand tightly.

It was truly a beautiful wedding, once the ceremony was over everyone went to the main fields where a dancefloor, a bar, and all sorts of other things had been set up I got myself a drink and found a seat watching everything and nothing.

#tbs #tbs au #tbs fanfiction #tbs smutty #tbs smut #tbs sex #tbs imagines #TBS Imagine #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas broide sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangster x reader #thomas sangser imagine #Thomas Imagine

[heavenzscent]

💌🧺🐍

For @mikatsuobushi

Setting: Post Canon , 1800’s 

Themes: Jealousy 

Authors Note: I have been going through the worst writing slump and I really wanted to challenge myself by writing jealousy in a less sensational way. I think often jealousy is just such a quiet thing that we try to ignore and deny.

Also I really wanted to write Connie as being a little more emotionally intelligent then he lets on. I thought maybe one day this could become a full length fic where connie tries being matchmaker. I wish Connie had more of a role in alot of jeankasa fanfics.

I hope you enjoy this story and I'm sorry for the wait.

6 years post rumbling

“Hurry !” Armin called from inside the carriage. Jean would have preferred to ride his own horse but he needed to look his best for the occasion. It was the night of the winter ball, the largest ball to have ever taken place according to anyone with a mouth. 

And Mikasa may be there and he hadn’t had the chance to see her since his return. 

But anyway… 

With all the resources and the threat of war over, the people of the island had come increasingly indulgent in the finer pleasures in life that before had been reserved for royals. Weekly assemblies took place in even small villages and almost every young woman was sent to etiquette classes instead of the military. 

When he was young it was common for girls to simply join the military, get into the Garrison, meet a husband and quit. Especially when he was a cadet with food being scarce many parents had handed their children to the government so there would be less mouths to feed at home and their children were guaranteed a meal. 

Jean peered down at the bustling street of his hometown from the balcony of his hotel. He had admired this hotel since he was a boy. He and Thomas Wagner had once swore that when they were adults and had earned a higher place in the world they would share drinks on the balcony. He was here now but it wasn’t how he had thought all those years ago. Thomas was long gone and instead of kids playing while dodging horses and dingy carts on the streets there were carriages and bicycles. 

Girls were jumping and twirling out of dress shops in new dresses or holding large bags with hooks on top no doubt containing a gown for the upcoming winter ball. 

He even recognized some of the young women on the street from the welcoming ceremony three days ago. It had been three years since his last visit and he hoped from here on out he could spend more time at home. It seemed to be the case with how politics where playing out. 

He heard a bell ring from the street and could see an impatient Armin waving up at him to hurry up and run down. 

He checked his room, locked the door and ran down the stairs onto the street meeting Armins impatient babbling and Connie's nervous eyes. They were to be the guests of honor tonight. The Jaegerists were pretty much backed into obscurity within the public mind after one too many political debacles and it only would have taken someone with half a brain to grab the hearts and minds of the people and steer them away from the fascists but luckily they had Armin who had far more than half a brain.  

The coachmen quickly snapped the reins once they shut the carriage door. Women waved handkerchiefs as they rode past, some recognized them but many others simply recognized an expensive carriage when they saw it.

“It's crazy the difference.” Connie mused. 

“From then and now.”  Jean asked. 

“No, From Here and There.” Connie corrected. 

Across the sea they were still rebuilding the world and in Paradise it seemed as if the world was flourishing. 

There was a weighted pause in the carriage although once Connie broke it Jean was convinced that it had only existed within his own head. 

“Will we be escorting Mikasa tonight?” Connie asked him, pretending to sound innocent. Like he wasn’t poking a wound. 

“No.” Armin answered. He had arrived two weeks prior to Jean and Connie. 

Connie nodded. “Not surprised she doesn’t enjoy this sort of thing.” 

“Surprisingly she is coming.” Armin said. “But Niccolo is her escort tonight.” 

Connie chuckled. “Being replaced?” He teased Armin. But it felt barbed towards Jean.

Jean stopped looking out the window to face Connie.“Huh!?” 

Both men looked at him; Connie with actual confusion (maybe he wasn’t playing innocent one could never tell with Connie.) and Armins brows knitted with concern. 

“Why is she going with Niccolo?” He asked in a calmer voice. He knew nothing of this. Since when had they grown close enough to attend events together no less? 

“They have been spending a lot of time together lately.” Armin explained that Niccolo had been the one who checked on Mikasa after their departure from their last group ambassador trip and that for a time that they had even both lived together at the Brouse’s when Mikasa’s roof had caved in with snow and how grateful that Armin was for Niccolo while they had been gone. 

Jean on the other had only felt like a bastard. He should be grateful. He really should. Hadn’t he worried about Mikasa's state for years? Tried pushing to come back home just to ease his mind? This was a good thing. Even so he felt horribly and disgustingly jealous. 

“Wow I didn’t know all that!” Connie exclaimed. 

“Well Mikasa’s been keeping a low profile and getting mail across the ocean isn’t exactly discreet. She couldn’t risk exposing that a Marleyan lives here on the island.” 

“That makes sense why she never maintained him in her letters.” Jean huffed. 

Connie arched his brow.“You two write.”

Jean felt as though he had been caught with his hand in a cookie jar but he brushed off the feeling. “Of course.” He shrugged. 

“She only writes to me on my birthday.” 

“Well do you write her?” Jean asked. Although his ego began to grow. Other than Armin he was the only other he knew of that regularly wrote Mikasa. 

Connie nodded in understanding and Jean imitated him, his brow still knitted, imagining all the time that Niccolo of all people got to spend alone with Mikasa while they were gone. 

The entrance was flooded with couples and young women with their escorts lining up, shuffling forward while excitedly waiting to make their entrance into the grand ballroom.

Meanwhile, Mikasa hadn’t felt this uncomfortable heat since she was in the military. It was the all too familiar feeling of not having enough air and as though she couldn’t make herself small enough, that her body took up too much space as if betraying her own comfort. At some point she had learned to ignore that to make everyone else feel small in front of her stature and accomplishments. But she wasnt that young woman anymore. That young woman had been a mask for harsher times. 

Niccolo looked as calm as ever the only indicator of his discomfort was the flush of his cheeks but even that served to make him look more attractive and boyish in spite of being in his late twenties. She wondered how she looked. She could only guess cold and mean like some sort of porcelain doll due to the short glimpse she caught of herself in a passing mirror. 

What’s her problem she thought to herself before quickly realizing the cold woman in question was in fact her own reflection.

She was glad to have Niccolo beside her; he in many ways was so different from herself but like her he was a soldier at a time. She found they could understand each other in a very distinct way and she could see how Sasha had come to love him. He was soft inside, he enjoyed cooking and quietly watching peoples faces as they ate his food. But if they complimented it too much he got that boyish flush and would mutter some profanity and shuffle off. 

They were the same. He and her. They were givers. Born in a world that was too cruel and called for them to make use of the less savory aspects of their personalities. 

But those days are over. Long gone. A little past half a decade. 

A step forward.

She took a breath while looking around at her fellow Eldians. They where so different from back then to now. 

A step forward

Breath. 

Now people wanted horses for frivolous things like races, luxury carriages and even to make them dance. The people of Paradise wanted food until their ribs expanded just for any old Tuesday. Knives were now commonly embossed with jewels never expected to see blood. It was a different world then they one she had once understood. 

A Step forwards 

Breath. 

Wait about 20 beats then the next person or couple would be ushered out the doors. 

A step forward

Breath. 

This had been going on far longer than necessary. 

After about 20 steps forward she found herself in front of another mirror. She looked more irritated this time and the flush of her cheeks didn’t match Niccolos. She looked like a huge spoiled child. Her straight hair was curled into ringlets and put into a fancy updo that looked pretty but also very unlike any version of herself she had come to know. Even as a child her hair had always been bone straight, never as much as a wave unless it had been braided the night before but it always somehow would pull itself straight by the evening. 

Kaya had used a heated curling wand. Mikasa had felt an apprehensive excitement as Kaya, now a young woman styled her hair but within this moment she couldn’t help but feel strange amongst the crowd as though she were a liar of sorts. 

She was. She was a huge liar and a phony for sure. But she still didn’t  care to feel it. Not in this crowded room of self important assholes.

The so-called Loyalists. Loyalists to the crown.They weren't any better then their fascist brothers the Jaegerists. They just wanted to keep the status quo. Their lands and titles and unearned respect. 

A step forward

Breath. 

Looking in the mirror she could very much notice that her lips were plumper than usual, only making her look even more bratty in her opinion. She hadn’t pouted since… Well she couldn’t recall but she must have at some point. The lipstick and the balm make her lips look flushed and maybe even swollen though which she wasn’t sure looked appealing or silly. 

This was the new sort of fashion and although it had been a fun novelty at the Brouse house it quickly felt annoying to her. 

Jean should be here. What would he think? She pushed that thought aside, it was silly and made her feel nervous which she didn’t need. 

A step forward 

Breath. 

The dress was also far too tight. It was an empire waist and it pushed up her breasts ridiculously. She looked like the crude drawings boys would draw in the military. She remembered finding some when the girls were being punished and had to clean the boys barracks.

Staring at her reflection once more, she couldn't help but wonder who designed such a thing and who it was really meant for?

Did Jean like dresses like this? He seemed to not mind, even when she was in a cardigan and a long skirt his eyes lingered. That had been three years ago and he had left in such a hurry.

Step forward

Breath. 

None of it mattered. Three years he was on the continent with other people. There was so much she couldn’t say in her letters to him and with all the important connections he had he probably omitted much more of his life abroad. He probably knew tones of interesting people and some people were women. And some of those interesting women would be pretty no doubt. And some of those pretty women would find him appealing as well. 

Niccolo squeezed her elbow bringing her out of her silly thoughts. 

They would see them soon. Their friends. All of them together at last.

Armin, Connie, Jean. 

Finally.

For how cramped the entrance hall had been the grand ballroom had lived up to its name. 

The new moon's light beamed within the room and electric chandeliers as well as candles in sconces lit up the entire room. A buffet table was full of delicacies and waiters made rounds around the perimeter with trays full of hors d’oeuvres. A particular tray caught Connie's attention leaving Armin and Jean to scan the room for a comfortable place to mingle. 

Jean wanted to avoid the dance floor. He wasn’t in the mood to dance with every insistent girl in fear of upsetting her much too doting and powerful father, brother or uncle. 

Unfortunately no matter how close to the balcony or in the middle of the bite or conversation took place there was an excitable young woman wanting a dance with a tall man. Some didn’t even have the courtesy not to scrunch their nose when he revealed his name but still a tall man to spin them around and show all the expensive ruffles in their dress was all that was needed for the night. 

“Mikasa.” Niccolo interrupted the conversation between the leaves and wind that she had found very compelling in comparison to what they had been subjected to in the ballroom. 

“I think we should go inside now. See if Connie and Jean have arrived. It’s been about 3 years since their last visit. They are probably anxious to see you.” 

“They know me well enough. They will find us here eventually.” She shrugged. In truth she was nervous. She wasn’t used to butterflies and didn’t know how to settle them. 

“Even though they are your old friends to everyone else they are important men they are probably being held up with all the nonsense formalities as we speak.” 

Mikasa sighed. He was right. 

“Let's go save them from it all.” Niccolo urged her on like she was a spoiled child as they emerged from the garden with its dense greenery and stately lamps. She didn’t think she would ever wear this sort of style again. The man had gone mad and forgot who he was speaking to. 

“Because we are such a ball?” Mikasa rolled her eyes. 

“You mean me?” Niccolo arched his brow, smirking his shoulder already raised ready for what only Mikasa could call a light hit. Maybe he hadn’t completely forgotten. 

“You see th-theese… Jaegerists! They simply have no respect for order. You know many more would have supported Eren. We were between a rock and a hard place. You remember!  It's not WHAT he did but HOW, You understand, HOW. It is a shame that you had to... well you know...” The man traced his finger horizontal to his throat making a creaking sound. “ But a deviant like that must be dealt with.” Connie felt as though his ears would start bleeding. There was something wrong when he thought someone sounded absolutely idiotic. Although he had gained some sense over the years he didn’t have the natural wit or study capacity of people like Armin and Jean. But he knew how to be plenty pleasant even to the worst of them. Even more so than Armin who had to fight an overwhelming need to correct the fallacies in others' logic. 

Connie looked around for some backup. Jean was dancing with a blonde girl; spinning her around making her giggle giving her face a lively rosyness . Jean on the otherhand had a disconnected sort of expression, his mouth stuck in a false smile and eyes with a sort of vacancy to them.It was almost annoying to observe since Connie wished he could switch places with him even if the girls were a little bothersome. It was better than this, not even a pretty face or cute giggle to enjoy. He made a note to watch his posture and catch some eyes hoping to be oh so unfortunately whisked away from this dull conversation for the sake of not being rude to a sweet lady in need. 

“Care for dance Mr.Springer.” An all too familiar cool voice said in his ear. Beside him was Mikasa with a tight smile and knowing eyes and behind her Niccolo who was a sight for sore eyes with his toothy grin. 

He wondered if they had become a couple. He thought back to three years ago to their first visit back. Mikasa had been so thin still mourning. He doubted she would ever be a ball of sunshine; she never had been as long as he knew her but she looked well. For his sake though he hoped Niccolo hadn’t made any advances because it would be Connie who would have to deal with Jean's moods. The big oaf thought he was discreet too which was funny especially when Connie continued to play innocent in his slight jabs about the subject of Mikasa. 

Connie bowed to the Lord of who cares where and pulled out his arm for Mikasa to hold as he led her to the dance floor. She was a good match; they were equal in height but now that they were older he had finally grown noticeably broader than her. 

She looked pretty, well Mikasa had always been pretty although he never dwelled on it but today she was pretty in a way he had never seen her be. Was this a new look for her or simply for the occasion. He asked rather bluntly and she answered in equal sincerity.  Although they were so different at the end of the day they were both straight shooters and it reminded him that he simply forgot to miss her as of late the longer they spoke and danced a tension that he didn’t know existed eased within him.  

“You are a good dancer… Connie or is it Ambassador Springer.” She pointed out. 

He leaned forward with an arched brow. “It’s Connie to you, always.. fair lady.” 

They both giggled. 

“Where’s -oh I see them.” 

Armin was dancing with Historias little daughter making History smile from her overly ornate perch overseeing her guests and Jean was once again spinning some nobleman's niece or merchant's daughter to her heart's delight and to his own vexation.

“Wow. I see that Jeans still a flirt.” Mikasa said offhandedly. He could swear she had pouted for a moment but Mikasa Ackerman did not pout. But then again this Mikasa Ackerman was wearing fashionable clothes with ringlets in her hair. 

“He’s just trying to get her dizzy enough to sit down and let him breathe.” Connie shrugged. 

Mikasa nodded but her eyes lingered on Jeans figure that retreated and emerged from the crowded dance floor. He would probably be a better dance partner for her but he wouldn’t offer her hand or else he would be ambushed by some other old pompous bastard.

Plus Jean could arrange his own relationships. Confront his own feelings and insecurities. Although maybe it wasn’t a good idea. Maybe they would need a little push. Both of them were too jealous and considerate of the other for their own good. They would go nowhere for too long. 

But what did Connie know he was a simpleton after all. 

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[alj4890]

Day 7: Contentment

Choices Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week 2022

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries Drabble

Prompt: "Don't be silly. New year, new you." "I don't want a new me. I want the same me and the same you."

A/N: Our last day and I had to end it with my favorite love interest 🥲 Can't believe it is already over. Hope you all have enjoyed this week of RCD. I know we had a lot of fun with it 🥰 This drabble takes place three years after Premiere Date.

Rating: G for nothing but fluff to end this week on.

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Masterlist

It's Unavoidable

Inverness, Scotland...

All was quiet in Lonsdale Castle. The only sounds were of warm, cheery fires crackling in both the sitting room and in the lord and lady of the manor's bedroom to help ward off the chill the castle was known for in the winter. There was also the occasional chuckle and softly spoken conversations of the two who called this place home for parts of the year.

The servants were given the days off from Christmas until well after New Year's. No guests were there to make unnecessary noise or interrupt stolen kisses. No one at all to disturb the couple who wanted nothing more than to be alone with each other.

Thomas had been pleasantly surprised when his wife, Amanda, suggested they spend the holidays shut away in their Highland castle. They usually were surrounded by their friends and loved ones in either their home near Hollywood or at their duchy in Cordonia.

But up here at Lonsdale, as she pointed out, no one would come around and disturb them. The cold, damp trek alone would discourage even the most devoted friend. It was a perfect place to say goodbye to another happy year together and look forward to a new one filled with endless possibilities.

Thomas wasn't about to try and dissuade her out of such a notion. There was nothing more that he loved than a quiet night in with Amanda. Giving him weeks of such was just what he needed before he began to tackle once more the life of a renowned director and newly turned noble of various titles.

After two years of marriage, he thought that they'd successfully found a way to balance all his new responsibilities while allowing him to continue to do what he loved: filmmaking.

Everything so far had been more than he could have possibly imagined. He was content in this life that Amanda helped him create. He couldn't think of anything he wanted or needed that could even add to his happiness.

Especially in this moment with her cuddled within his arms.

A blanket, done in her ancestor's plaid, was draped over them as they paid only half attention to 1941's, Meet John Doe. A tray with various snacks and empty plates from dinner cluttered the coffee table. The only lights to see by were from the black and white film, the Christmas tree lights, and the fire's orange glow.

Thomas glanced down. A soft smile formed at the sight of his wife. The warmth of his body combined with the atmosphere had lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

Plus, the fact he'd made love to her earlier might have something to do with her exhaustion.

He gently brushed her hair off her face then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She stirred. A yawn slipped from her lips as she stretched.

Amanda blinked up at him.

"I'm sorry." She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "I must have dozed off."

"I don't mind." Thomas tugged her back within his arms.

She chuckled while placing a tender kiss upon his lips.

"You deserve a better date for New Year's, Lord Hunt."

He snorted. "Such a thing doesn't exist."

"You're being awfully romantic towards a woman who couldn't stay awake long enough for a midnight kiss." She teased.

"That's because I know I have plenty of time to collect that kiss." His lips met hers again in a more heated caress. "With interest."

Her laughter brought a smile to his face.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"About eleven thirty."

Amanda pushed herself off of him.

"Where are you off to?"

"To the kitchen." She began to collect some of their empty plates.

Thomas got to his feet to help.

"Don't get up." She waved him back down. "I can take care of this."

He ignored her argument, taking the majority of dishes out of her hands.

"Thomas." Amanda groaned as she followed him down the hall. "I was going to take care of those. I want you to continue to relax and enjoy your evening."

"I've been relaxing since we arrived." He reminded her. "And I enjoy my evenings with you."

"Just the evenings?" She teased once they were in the kitchen.

His lips curved somewhat as he rinsed the dishes.

"I didn't say that."

She shook her head over his words.

"I'll put those in the dishwasher."

Thomas took over the task instead.

Amanda folded her arms. "I think your resolution for the New Year should be to listen to your wife when she is trying to make a night special for you."

He eyed her. "Resolution?" He snorted. "I don't make resolutions."

"You don't?" Amanda's brow furrowed as she thought back to their previous New Year's together. "Oh my goodness, you really don't make them!"

His eyebrow lifted. "Why are you so shocked by that?"

"Because everyone makes them!" She pointed out.

"Clearly not everyone if I do not." He drily remarked.

"But why?" Amanda sat down on a barstool to try and figure this out. "Why don't you? Don't you want to change anything?"

His frown formed. "Is this your roundabout way of saying I need to change something?"

"Of course not! You know I love everything about you." She huffed. "I'm simply curious as to how you came to this decision."

His frown eased upon hearing that.

"I see no reason to go through the silliness of trying to find something to work on if I am completely content."

"Oh." She replied.

"It always struck me as absurd that a person waits until the end of the year to decide to improve something about themselves. Whether it is a change in their personal or in their professional life, why wait to begin making that necessary change? What has the new year coming about have to do with any of it?"

Amanda merely studied him.

Thomas met her stare with a quizzical glance.

"I suppose that makes sense." She grumbled.

He went back to finishing the dishes.

She got to her feet to prepare two glasses of a hot cranberry and orange punch she'd made earlier.

"Shall I chill some champagne for us?" Thomas came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"No, thank you." She kissed his cheek. "I think I'm in the mood to toast the new year with this punch instead of champagne."

He took the tray from her and followed her back into the den.

"Seems a bit out of tradition to toast without champagne."

Amanda shrugged. "I suppose I want it to represent a new tradition." She tugged him back down on the couch with her. "And hopefully reflect on a new me."

"A new you?"

She nodded, settling more comfortably against his side.

"Just because the clock strikes midnight, that doesn't mean you are changed." He told her.

She tilted her head up to study his profile. She could tell by the tense set of his jaw that he was struggling with not becoming irritated with her.

She did have a point she was trying to make. She just wasn't ready to do so yet.

"Don't be silly." She quipped. "New year, new you."

Thomas turned towards her.

"I don't want a new me. I want the same me and the same you."

Her smile over hearing that made his temper begin to cool down.

"You really wouldn't change anything about me?" She asked.

"Not one thing." He bit out.

The irritation in his voice made her all the happier. She knew with how angry he was over the suggestion that she change that he must still truly love everything about her.

She slipped her arms around his waist while placing her head on his shoulder. She let out a soft sigh over how incredibly sweet he could be when grumpy.

"I love you, Thomas."

His arm held her snugly against his side. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek.

His earlier smile returned.

"I love you too."

Amanda glanced at the mantle clock, seeing that it was nearly time to greet the New Year and all the changes that awaited them.

"Thomas?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm afraid I am going to change next year."

"Amanda." He muttered, shaking his head. "I believe I just stated how I don't want that to happen."

"I can't stop it." She eased back some so she could look up at him.

"You most certainly can stop it." He argued. "You--"

"You're going to change too."

His eyes narrowed.

Her tender smile puzzled him.

"You see," she handed him a sonogram, "you and I are going to change into parents, " the clock began to chime the midnight hour, "this summer."

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[kneamet]

Dependence (17/19)

Trigger Warning: smoking, angst, kidnapping, drugs, references to rape, sex shop, homophobe.

Summary: there were many charms in life. However, Tom Hiddleston, having tried the most forbidden ones, could no longer imagine his life without them. The rest for him was nonsense, not worth his attention. After all, in order to survive, he needs to find a dose, thanks to which he feels better, not paying attention to the other rabble that reigns around. He doesn't care about his mother, who brings men into the house; he doesn't care about his sisters, whom he envies; he doesn't care about the whole world. But soon his search for a new dose will turn into a search for a girl who has won a victory over his drug-addicted mind, absorbing him completely and occupying all his thoughts.

And he won't stop until he gets what he wants.

Chapter seventeen: toys

It didn't take much time to have breakfast and lock the savior in his room again — Thomas also didn't forget to tie her hands with a belt, securing them with tape, and tying them to the headboard of the bed. And of course, the image was completed by an adhesive tape on the lips, which could be easily removed if desired. And if Hayden had — my God! he was still afraid to say her name, even in his thoughts! — could have done it, no one would care. Everyone was too busy with important things and would not want to go to the neighbors. Who was worried about the neighbor's personal life at all? Maybe a woman screaming «help!» has such a fetish? and who are we to condemn other people's tastes?

Tape and belt are simple forced measures. Thomas has all the time in the world and for the first time he will spend it wisely — on the way home, after buying another dose (he has already managed to write to Mark, catching the Internet, distributed by some schoolboy, on the bus), he will have to look into a sex shop... To think that after all these years he would look there again, when was the last time Tom was there? Fifteen years ago? Twenty? It seems that it was still during school: who among the schoolchildren would not want to look into an adult store, embarrassing all mothers who cover their little sons' eyes with a thick hand?

Thomas did not have to sit on the Internet for a long time, it was only necessary to write in the request «handcuffs for adults with a good lock» and «gag for adults». His requests sounded as if they were driven in by a perverted child looking for free porn, but what can you not do for the sake of your beloved. Although at first the idea of buying a collar developed in his head, however, he quickly got rid of it. It would cost more than a gag and handcuffs combined.

And so, at least, will save.

So, taking with him the three hundred pounds he found in his stash, and half of the stolen ones from Chris's jacket — because it's not a good idea to leave the pockets open — Thomas hopes that he has enough. He won't buy meth, he'll take half a gram of skag and that's it; not even worrying that it might not be enough for one appointment. The body is always not enough, but the production of this evi l— fucking hormone of happiness — what is it called there? endogfin? endorphin? ezdongfin? — is provided to him by his savior. But still Tom did not dare to take money from her backpack; he can steal from whores like Chris, but he will not dare to steal his beloved's accumulated money.

It is impossible to believe: a year ago he could not imagine life without black and speed, and now he almost just refuses. And after all, Tom tried to stop using so much, even if he was sure that this would not happen. His heart would rather love pop music than give up the «sweet tempting sin», as one of his wards said at meetings of the NA. What is interesting with him now? Did he die too, or was he able to overcome addiction, send his daughter to school and do what he loves? What did he like there? Motorcycles?

Twitching his head when his thoughts were completely immersed in the past, Thomas blinked quickly, but he was so sleepy. Dozens of houses and hundreds of people rushed past him and the rushing bus, whose faces could not be seen, only at the moments of stops. Tom often did this when there was nothing to do, and there was nothing left but to go to Mark — he watched people: watched their habits, listened to the manner of their speech, looked at their care-burdened faces. Everyone was in a hurry somewhere, everyone was impatient to get busy. Only drug addicts and alcoholics, the unemployed and the poor could not find a place in life. That's why had to rush from one hobby to another, from the first hangout to the third. That's why had to betray friends, and get the desired pills or money.

He examined the bus — next to him sat a stately, plump and with a very firm chin, a man who looked like a bull. The only thing missing from his red face was a large ring. He was reading something on his phone, moving pages on his smartphone with full fingers. And he didn't smell a little bad: gin, similar to the smell of oily Chinese vodka. A girl with a mole on the tip of her nose was sitting closer to the driver and reading a book. Next to her is an infirm old man, causing no other than a feeling of slight disgust.

There was an unpleasant smell in the very air — it was boiled cabbage and old halves. There was a feeling of near-nausea in his throat, and Thomas hoped that he would come out soon. Judging by the stops and street names, had only two left. Two stops and he'll be at Mark's. Two stops and he has to go to a sex shop. Nodding to himself, Tom stands up, touching the fat man's knees with his feet, and suppresses the urge to vomit.

And now the bus stops, allowing Thomas to feel the clean, fresh air — it rained all night and there was grace in the courtyards, wrapped in young and old trees. As a child, he always liked this weather, there were often topics for reflection. He still remembers the time when he walked with Mark on the tram rails and they managed to catch heavy rain mixed with hail. The T-shirts were noticeably wet then, and the sneakers were all covered in mud.

But nothing remains of childhood, except fragmentary, brightly lit scenes, devoid of background and often unintelligible.

It will take a couple of minutes to walk to Mark, and in the meantime Thomas is completely immersed in thoughts about Hayden — how is she there? didn't run away? what if she managed to get free and now her boyfriend is looking for him? he was a cop, wasn't he? wasn't he engaged in the search for drug lords and leaders who deliver goods for a small price? was it really him that Mark was afraid of? was he really afraid of some bespectacled man that he wouldn't be able to injure? perhaps only with their boring jokes.

He couldn't wait to join the cute savior on the bed. He wouldn't have done anything wrong, because until now... he still regrets what happened at night, in the alley; when he did not restrain his animal instincts and decided to do it. Thomas remembered nothing but frightened eyes, the smell of slop, sweat, acute desire and fear. His rescuer didn't even scream, just whispered softly in fear. Tried to escape. If she screamed, did anyone react? If so, why is she still in his apartment?

Thomas was not afraid for his mother, was not afraid of her dumbfounded eyes and loudly beating heart. Moreover, he would even be glad if she fainted— there would be less problems. But now she's with Chris, probably still basking in his arms, being drunk in the trash. She won't even find the keys she keeps in her shaking from constant drunkenness, Tom is sure. And he is also confident in the Mark, which should come in just a few minutes.

Rhythmically tapping an incomprehensible beat to please the song in his head, Thomas, leaning against a graffiti-painted wall, can't wait for an old friend. Where is he? Maybe he's waiting? Waiting until no one is there? Meanwhile, Lou Reed's voice mumbles unobtrusively in his thoughts — he sings either «Perfect day», «Heroin», or «Venus in Furs» in general. Complete confusion, utter disorder. And how does he get along with it?

Exhaling irritably, Thomas suppresses the urge to yawn. His hands are shaking, as always, everyone will think. Eyes are closing, and the sweat is pouring out like it's not in itself. Coldly. Freezing again. Withdrawal is again. This fucking withdrawal thing again, damn it! Why can't things be simpler? Why can't the body not arrange this fucking detoxification? — to put it like all agents or psychologists,but what did everyone call modestly «cleansing». Why is it impossible not to get used to it? Why can't you just smoke weed or just inject, why should addiction always appear?

Throat is dry. He is thirsty. Drink a lot. Preferably something with gases. Thomas knows: as soon as Mark comes, this very second, he will beg for money in it. A pound, a couple of pence, just a drink. He won't refuse him. And he probably forgot about the money he was begging for in the cafe. Mark was, as it were, very forgiving, almost did not remind about the debt. Suddenly, a soft knock is heard — someone stepped on the glass and this makes Thomas shudder. He looks around and how happy his heart is when he does not notice the police. Only Mark, carefully inspecting the place for the presence of cops.

"What, so scary? Don't be afraid, I certainly won't bring anyone," Thomas says with a grin, holding an unlit cigarette between his lips. Mark jerks sharply at the sound of the voice and looks at an old friend standing with his arms open; he does not know that he is diligently restraining withdrawal, he thinks it will not be enough for four hours, but soon he's definitely fucked up. "Hello," slapping on the shoulder and inhaling such a native smell — cherry cigarettes, something old, — asks: "Will you help?"

Somewhat hesitantly and, as if forgetting, Mark looks at Tom, until, not coming to his senses, he reaches into his jacket pocket — it's winter — and pulls out a small lighter, presenting it to a friend's cigarette. He exhales with satisfaction, taking the first puff. He's kind of nervous today, it seems to Tom, twitchy.

"Anyway, how are you?" he continues to stand, relaxed, feeling only a slippery burning sensation near the wound in the crook of his arm and permafrost, despite the immodesty of his clothes. Although it's not really cold outside.

"It's okay," he says softly, tenderly, almost feminine. Tom suppresses a wry smile; before, when he was still young, at school, going to the toilet with friends, he and Mickey always laughed at Mark's strange habits. Not taking into account the fact that he was his best friend — and the only one — there was always something gay about him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. However, he was not gay either. And if he was, he definitely wouldn't fit into their company. Especially remembering the harsh threats in the direction of faggots from Mickey. "I'm... look, I'm not sure I can give much right now, you know..."

"How much?"

Resolutely, rudely. Why mumble, if you can say it the way it is? Mark immediately straightened his hair, swallowing.

"Listen, Tom, I can push you the goods. As usual. It's just that there are some delivery problems right now, you know, my boss, he... the cops seem to be coming out to him, — the DEA in particular, that's why, and people like me in particular, I, you know, saw the ads..." Mark stammers, so in an uncharacteristic adult manner that Tom can't stand. Since when has he become like this? Didn't this strange boy, but at the same time a fucking friend with similar interests, leave? Hasn't he changed? So why is he mumbling like a girl now?

"Fuck, Mark, listen, I don't care, just give me skag, everything freezes me out," Tom says irritably, shrugging his shoulders, to which Mark only frowns somewhat perplexed, but with humility. "I also have unthinkable problems, you know. In particular, with a girl..."

"A girl? Do you have a girlfriend?" Mark asks abruptly, lifting his blonde head, where the paint began to leave, returning its native color (what is it like for him? Fair-haired?) and rummaging in the inside pocket. Thomas breaks into a slightly tender smile at the memory of his savior's voice.

"Yes."

"How long?"

"A couple of months already," he shrugs and, ceasing to beat the rhythm, tightens, exhaling layered smoke. "Will you fucking sell to me or not?"

Pinkman, without saying a word, just holds out a bag with a few grams of heroin, this time only without speed. «How much?» asks Thomas, counting out the money (and this slightly amazes Mark; since when has he had so much?). «As usual, you know», Mark sighs resignedly, lifting himself up to light a cigarette. Thomas, having given the amount, turns around and leaves without a word — but he wanted to ask for money to quench his thirst, it seems. So why didn't ask?

Thomas wanders around the block, safely hiding the dope, and tries to find a shop full of neon and something bright, perhaps pink and red. He wanders around the yards, but does not go very far from the bus stop and thinks while smoking an almost smoked cigarette. Thomas is thinking about dear Hayden, doomed to be alone in his apartment, afraid of every rustle; she is definitely thinking about him now, he is sure! he thinks about heroin, suppressing desire and itchy skin, peeling, covered with calloused hair. He thinks about the past, where the obsessive record with Iggy Pop is spinning, to whose concert they almost managed to get.

There is dust in the air, gathering in clumps thanks to gases and machine waste, thanks to old grandmothers, in the wrinkles of which the same dust lies. He didn't know where to go very well, he didn't recognize the area very well, but everything seemed vaguely familiar, something old, from the past. Identical nine-storey buildings built in this and the neighboring area and inspiring only despair and sadness. Old people teaching young people how to live while they themselves wrap up shoals in the storerooms. Stores that haven't changed their names since Morrison's death.

The shops.

Fixing his gaze on the row of shops, Tom smiles gently when he sees an erotic picture on a black background with the distorted word «sex». He walks towards it, slapping the bottom pocket of his jacket with satisfaction. She'll like it. She will appreciate his gift — so generous! he will spend more on it than he spent on cigarettes in the last month! Pulling the handle, the door opens and the smell of silicone mixed with bleach immediately hits the nose. The sterility of the store, the shine of the floor and huge rubber members, near whose vibrators, handcuffs, anal plugs in special boxes and collars hung, immediately hit eyes.

The seller immediately reacted to the incident, putting aside a small magazine with naked women — and do they still produce such? — and adjusting the jars of grease standing on the cash register. The guy was wearing a pink T-shirt over a black sweatshirt. Thomas smiled wryly, noticing dyed white hair,  a lot of rings on his fingers and loud chewing gum, annoying like a squelch when eating soup. A smile blossomed on the guy's face, a revealing smile. Perhaps he was really happy with the only buyer.

Even if at first the smile seemed somewhat, how to say it, hypocritical.

"Can I help you, sir?" He made sure, getting up from his seat, and Thomas squinted at the badge. Nigel. A name like a pigeon. In his class, think there was a boy named Nigel, he also seemed to like chess. The guy looked at him expectantly, but Tom shook his head, staring at the hanging handcuffs and gags; he was trying to find reliable, but not expensive ones. Nigel turned his attention back to the magazines.

He had to go to such places on a dispute, but, in fact, at that time it was less civilized and cheaper here. Since when are gags so expensive? It's just a plastic mask... fucked up. And the handcuffs are not exactly police, in which case at least it was possible to justify their cost. Despite the fact that he didn't even know half of the things here, it definitely turned him on: for some reason, the image of a sweet savior lying down in front of him immediately popped into his head.  Naked. However, afraid to show a boner, Thomas adjusted his pants, only a little hesitantly, grabbing handcuffs at an affordable price — seemingly extremely reliable — and a red gag with holes.

Heading to the cash register and putting the things he was buying on the table, he grinned slightly when he noticed a bear dressed in a BDSM-costume holding a whip on the counter behind. Wonder why a bear? Plush. After paying off the guy — who asked him about whether he would pay with a card or not (as if he looked like such a person!), — Thomas puts the rest in his pocket. Surprisingly, it turned out to be cheaper in the store than on the Internet. Nigel put everything in a bag for him, stylized according to the brand and style of the store, albeit with a missing name.

Thomas's soul was burning brightly with a sense of euphoria, anticipation of the future — he imagined thousands, no, millions of scenarios were heard in his crazy, very drunk head! how happy his savior will be, glad that he did it for her. And only for her sake! She was everything, everything possible! The memory of their first meeting was still fresh in his mind — when she, ignoring all the rules and regulations, saved him; the memory of the second meeting, when he even managed to start a conversation with her. She was so tender, his Hayden, so needed with him.

And he was just smoking another cigarette, afraid to go into the house.

Thomas hoped that his rescuer was fine and was now quietly snoring in his bed. There is emptiness on his face, and in his head is the sweet face of a wonderful savior, charming, like a mermaid, voice. She was attractive, so forbidding and so charming. There was nothing forbidden in his life, but Hayden — oh, how he favored her name — she was able to break all the foundations. She was like... like... like heroin in the hands of a novice addict. Tom walks slowly, completely lost in thought, not noticing even the simplest philistine actions.

A couple of minutes pass — and here he is getting on the bus.

Forty minutes pass — and here is an old stop with a wall decorated with graffiti and plastered with posters.

Five minutes pass — and he is already in the store, buying his favorite cigarettes.

Another fifteen minutes pass — and Tom, inspired by fate, thoughts of his beloved, already opens the door.

Right away, he did not rush to his savior, preferred a more barbaric way, for which he reproached himself; Thomas throws the bag into the corner, to the bedside table, and quickly approaches her, opening the drawer. He needs a dose now, oh, how much he needs heroin, his savior. Tom doesn't rummage for long, he has to run out to the kitchen — what remains past his mind is the absence of his mother and the wakefulness of Hayden, who, according to Hiddleston, should sleep — and just for a spoon. Not daring to join the charming savior on the bed, he has to sit on the floor.

In a jacket that he didn't even take off until he realized the heat, Thomas takes out a small bag and pours a little black onto a spoon bent in advance, from the already burnt back side. He does not ask unnecessary questions, his thoughts are completely empty now, and only the most important objects in life surround the body. Driving a sparkling lighter under the spoon, the powder begins to slowly turn into a brownish liquid and that's what makes Tom smile.

With anticipation and sweetness.

As soon as the liquid has been absorbed into the base, and the biceps has been rewound, allowing the veins to show up, Thomas does not try to find a normal one, but simply introduces the liquid into that strange blue wound. And let him feel a slight pain from the injection at first...

...then he feels warm.

It seems to Thomas that life has improved.

He falls to the floor with a soft thud, allowing his hands to lie down arbitrarily, and opens his mouth, looking at the ceiling with clouded eyes with narrowed pupils.

Thomas thinks he's never felt so good before.

Thomas, forgetting himself completely, thinks only of his beautiful savior.

***

He felt disgusted with himself.

It permeated him from head to toe, penetrated to the very heart.

Mark was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, his hands clenched into a fist, his legs clenched, hunched over and his eyes closed. The groans from the next booth did not stop for several minutes, vulgar shouts too. Male, female. The guy called her vulgar names while the girl moaned with pleasure, probably biting her lip. "I'm going to cum now!" the guy shouted. Mark heard their bodies smack, heard the blows. He should have been disgusted with Thomas, but in the end he hated only himself.

In Mr. Walton's bar, sex in toilet stalls was considered quite natural, moreover, especially at such a time. Who cares about fucking teenagers in the nineties anyway? Moreover, no one looks into the toilet — despite the fact that punks often hang around here: children and young people who have decided to sniff for the first time or to get high. Mark was sure that he had seen a girl with a syringe in a vein near the opposite booth, and shuddered at the thought of such a future.

He wanted to be in the place of the girl Tom was fucking right now. His Tom met her a couple of minutes ago when he was sitting on sofas lit by a lot of neon, and passed a small pill into her mouth with his tongue. Mark hardly saw her; only a glimpse, only her red hair, freckled face and blue eyes. Just like him... Sometimes Mark wondered how his fate would have turned out if he had been a girl? Would Tom have loved him? Maybe... Maybe his life happened completely differently?

Maybe he wouldn't have followed this well-trodden path of the Abbot, Kurt Cobain, Sid Vicious and Jonathan Melvoin? Maybe he would have found the approval of his parents, would have started to bring only good grades — although even now, despite addiction and despair, he tried to get out (for which he always received ridicule from Tom or Mickey, who completely gave up on studying), and they would be proud? Just think, so many promises, so many blows, so many sick phrases, so many lumps... All this could have been experienced if he had been born a girl.

Mark is sixteen, and now he is sitting in a toilet stall, listening to the moans of his beloved and the girl.

Mark is sixteen, and he recently cut his hair almost bald, just to attract attention.

Mark is sixteen, and he has lost the meaning of life.

okay, i'm desperate. most likely, almost no one will read it, but i will finish this fanfiction anyway.

#yandere #stalking #yandere loki #yandere x reader #yandere Tom Hiddleston #tom hiddleston gif #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x original female character #loki x reader #loki #dark #obsession #tom hiddleston x oc #yandere tom hiddleston

[selfdestructivecat]

Could someone please stop ignoring Logan…

…for FIVE MINUTES!?!?

(Aka that last scene broke me)

#sanders sides #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #myart #fanart #he’s such a sad character #he always tries to better himself #in the hopes that Thomas and the others would also meet him half way #but they never do #don’t get me wrong #I love them ALL #and wouldn’t classify any of them as unsympathetic #but Logan isn’t listened to #which I think will have some… dire consequences

[areislol]

I'm in love with your streamer! Au idea's so i really wanted to write a request but it's okay if you didn't do it!.

What about "ayato, childe, thoma" doing a bet with their viewers that if they lost on a challenge they will do anything the fans ask for, so it indeed with them losing and they have to read a fan fiction about themselves and that's when they will found all of the storiare about him abd y/n, and maybe y/n is streaming with him? So she was watching him struggle with reading the fanfic.

I hope that's not too complicated 😭.

HIIII <3 I do every single request i have so dont worry >:) i've been waiting for this idea, and here it is <3 (i picked out this music to set the mood) also, how much longer am i going to put "online friend! reader"???? BTW IDK IF I EVER SAID THAT THIS IS ROMANTIC?? PLS DONT BE MISTAKEN!! THIS SERIES IS ROMANTIC NOT PLATONIC!! streamer! ayato, childe, thoma x online friend! reader recommend listening to: careless whisper - george michael + cyber sex - doja cat

streamer! ayato x online friend! reader • ayato loves to take on challenges, especially if it's from his followers or just his loyal viewers. • and it just so happens that ayato created an event where if he lost a best - he would do whatever his fans asked for. • embarrassing or not, he HAD to do it. and did you know, ayato was starting to regret ever creating this event? • when ayato hopped onto stream, everyone was thinking of what bet he should do, ayato suggested that he could use a wheel of numbers and if the spinner didn't land on the number ayato put his bet on, he didn't have to do anything, BUT... if the spinner DID land on the number he bet on - ayato had to do whatever his fans asked for. • ayato was also quite nervous because you was also in the stream, witnessing everything that was happening. it was funny to see ayato's anxious face every time the spinner nearly landed on the number he bet on. • after about 8 spins, the spinner chose the number that ayato had bet on - ayato was MORTIFIED, everyone in chat was now yelling in chat and asking each other what they should do with ayato now, as in what should they make ayato do. • you laughed as soon as the spinner landed on the number '4', listening as ayato huffed in disbelief and ayato repeating the same sentence "4 IS MY LUCKY NUMBER, I CHECKED MY HOROSCOPE?!" • you laughed from the bottom of your heart(letting out a hearty laugh<3) and ayato just stared at you, love struck. • your laugh was so adorable • but either than that, he was also scared and terrified of what his fans would come up with, he knew that they were crazy and with the amount of people sending ayato and making many ship edits of him and you - he could already guess what the challenge was going to be, it was too easy to guess. • you looked over at ayato's chat and notice that everyone is now mentioning you and ayato's name and you had only guess - they were going to give ayato a challenge that was related to you and ayato. • a few minutes of ayato's fans debating on what they should make ayato do, they all settled on one thing(that was ayato's worse nightmare) - ayato reading a fanfiction of 'ayato x y/n'. • as soon as ayato read the chat message - he FREAKED out, and was even more nervous because you, was in the stream, with him!! • ayato tried to talk his way out of it but failed miserably, that's when you find him trying to say the first couple words of the fanfiction, ayato was stuttering and was profusely blushing. • ayato, gave up trying to change everyone's mind and hesitantly wrote 'ayato x y/n' in his search bar - you was actually agreeing with his fans because, 1. you was curious about what people wrote about you guys and 2. you wanted to see ayato's reaction. • for the first half, ayato read a story about you and ayato meeting up and blah blah blah - but when it came into the middle of the story.. things got heated really quick.. • "ah- uh, ahem. as y/n walked down the path, holding hands with- uh ayato." "you alright ayato? you seem to be struggling ther-" "SHH." • ayato was STRUGGLING to finish the fanfiction. part of him said to go on because he was actually invested and the other part of him just wanted to click off and never see that fanfic ever again. • you, burst out laughing when you saw how red and flustered ayato was(he looked so cute yet funny.) • ayato was giving you mini death glares, but ofc it has no deep meaning behind them. • the whole time everyone was trying not to laugh, cry, fall off there seats and many more questionable behaviour. • at the end, ayato made EVERYONE promise that they would never make him ever do that. • and he makes you promise that you wont send him any more fanfics, you ofc promise(?? why) • ayato tries to get the text out of his brain, it was like it was stuck in his brain and somehow it wouldn't get out even when he tried. • (sometimes ayato reads them late at night, he likes the "what it's like dating y/n" and "y/n x reader" <- those type of fanfics because?? who wouldn't like to imagine u x them??, also, ayato makes his own tumblr/ao3

account and likes all his favourites and any headcannons that he adores)

streamer! childe x online friend! reader • just like ayato, childe LOVES to take on challenges, he loves to flex and show off his braveness and stubbornness(that's not a good thing childe..) • so when many of his fans questioned whether he was ever going to host an event or a bet - childe quickly answered and replied with a "I WILL U GUYS! SOON >:)" • following the next day, childe had posted on his twitter account that he would be making a bet - basically, it would be a trivia bet - if his fans got more than 20 correct then he could do whatever they asked for BUT if they didn't get any correct or less than 20, he wouldn't have to do anything. • everyone(when they saw that post) they went WILD. nearly everyone who was going to be participating 'studied' for hours or just minutes of basic information about childe, you ofc heard about this bet and decided to join his stream and just witness. when you told childe about that you was going to be there just looking and listening in - childe was super happy about it!! you, his one and only crush was going to be there, watching childe win while his fans lose, that's what he thought anyways. • the day the event/bet was happening, everyone joined childe's stream, childe set up everything(kahoot, the code and everything), you joining the stream and chatting with childe. • (it was quite the sight when you saw how childe was up close to the camera, childe was fixing the camera. his neck barely showing and oh boy..) • "ahem, what are you doing childe?" "fixing the camera - it'll be done soon." "oh okay." • sooner or later, everyone started to join one by one and soon enough everyone was ready. "you guys ready to start?" 'YES DADDY CHILDEEEE' "..." "y'all are damn bad for childe" • when the people who were participating joined the kahoot - childe started the quiz. it was easy at first, the questions were basic: his name, age, where he was from, his last name, and etc. • but the questions started to get hard: what was his favourite food, his favourite place to go(park, ice skating rink, etc), where did he first start streaming and etc. • at start, everyone got them correct - the more harder section, you expect them to lose and give up but nope! nearly EVERYONE got childe's question right, and at that moment - childe started to regret ever making the bet. • at the end, everyone was hyping each other(including you..?) while childe sat, laughed at those who got them wrong but quickly silenced when he saw the total of numbers after all the questions were done -'20/20' • "you've got to be kidding me.." "good job guys! what are you doing to do now, childe?" you tried to stifle back a laugh but failed - his dumbfounded face was making you want to burst out laughing, and you did! • everyone started congratulating each other - and now for the real part. the part that everyone was ONLY participating for, the bet. • "what should be make childe do guys?" "should we make him do some embarrassing moments?" "Y'ALL- WHY NOT MAKE CHILDE READ A FANFICTION ABT HIM N Y/N??" • now, that comment(^) caught the people's attention. now everyone was agreeing with that user and starting to spam "READ CHILDE x Y/N FANFICTION!!" in chat, they made sure to make it all caps so it stood out and so that childe could see the message, and he did. • when childe saw that text, his face started to redden up, gosh this is embarrassing.. • and the fact that you was there made it even worse!! and it worsen even more when you started to read out the comment and you even AGREED to it! betrayal. • in the end, somehow - childe ended up reading a fanfiction about him x you and god, it was so cringe worthy but he couldn't actually say that out loud, he didn't want to hurt their feelings. • the fanfictions was about childe confessing his love to you and you reciprocating his love. he wished that it was real.. • while childe was reading it, you was staring at childe, the fanfic and then the chat to see what they would say/think. • childe was clearly struggling when he was reading the fanfic - "and then as they- uh held hands, they

felt a uh uhm a magical connection, a light of spark?" "go on dumbass do you want me to read it for you?" "no, im a man of my words." "whatever you say ugly" <3 • after childe was done reading that 'horrific' fanfic, he sat there - thinking about his life choices while you and the chat was laughing hysterically. • many clipping his reaction for memes or whatever post. • "you- childe-" you couldn't even speak! nor mutter out a single word. your stomach was starting to hurt, really bad. • you pointed at childe, still laughing - by the look of you, childe could see that you wouldn't/couldn't stop laughing. • at this point, childe would start laughing too but somehow he didn't, he composed himself and breathed in and out - trying not to laugh. you could see childe's little smirk. • how could you even see? no idea. you was laughing too much that you started to tear up. • childe huffed and let out a "im never doing this ever again.." • when you FINALLY calmed down, childe was making everyone apologize. "say sorry you guys, now." "IM SORRY DADDY ;(" "im sorry.. am i really though?" "im not sorry but since you said so, im sorry" • "can we do this another time?" "absolutely NOT." ":(" if u keep on doing that face childe might lose it.. • in the end, childe and you just played games together <3 • ur making childe mad..

streamer! thoma x online friend! reader • thoma is always known to take on challenges, as the friendly person he is - he would take on requests from other people! he just loves helping people <3 • so when many of his followers asked him if he could do an event or a bet, he couldn't just say no! • and so, thoma set on a bet - if he could do 13 hula hoops then he wouldn't have to do anything, BUTTTT if he did less than 13 hula hoops then he would have to do whatever his followers asked. • thoma didn't want a bet that would take forever so he stuck with something simple. • thoma told you about this bet that he was holding and you decided to join! well not join the bet.. but just join the stream and make sure that nothing wrong happens. • thoma set the camera and you joined the stream ofc(vc too), your camera was on, showing your full face to thoma and oh god.. as soon as he saw your face - it felt like as if a bright soft light glow hit his face(cliché ik but hey, it's thoma.) • soon, everyone started to join and as soon as everyone joined - they ALREADY started to make plans! • "what should we make thoma do..?" "guys, remember to not take advantage of thoma's kindness!"(i agree.) • "hey guys! you guys ready to start the bet? well, mostly me but still. how are you guys? good? bad?" "im good thoma!" "im well." "im emo tf?!" • "emo?, emo?" "why would you be emo?" • thoma's so oblivious. • anyways, thoma stands up and gets ready to hula hoop - you being you hype thoma up(or silently do so if you're shy) "thanks y/n!! :)" • that darn smile always gets u. • "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.." you count, suddenly the hula hoop travels down and lands on thoma's feet, "oh? seems like i lost everybody.. im sorry!!" even though people said "it's okay", it's obvious that they wanted it to happen. • then, thoma sat down - "you guys can come up with whatever you want me to do." after everyone adverted their attention to the idea, you and thoma started to talk. • "hey thoma! well all agreed that you read a fanfiction about you x y/n ;)))", thoma pauses at the voice, someone had donated to him JUST to get his attention, and it did. • thoma turned RED. "thoma you alright?" "huh? oh-! yes, definitely." • thoma cleared his throat and went on to type 'thoma x y/n'. he was reluctant at first but after seeing the amount of people practically begging for thoma to do so, he decided that he had to. • you, was watching the whole thing - occasionally letting out a small laugh or just a "mhm". • when thoma came across the most liked fanfic, it had over 3000+ likes and thoma decided that he would read that. • when thoma first read it - it was fine, but the more he read the more you could hear thoma struggle, the words were quite explicit and quite.. lovey-dovey. • there was too many pda included in the fanfic that thoma actually thought that he was going to pass out, you offered to read it instead but he immediately said "no". • after thoma was done reading, thoma looked RED and it was kind of hard to see whether he liked the fanfic or not. • you and everybody congratulated thoma for reading the fanfiction. "that must've been hard huh?" "good job thoma!!" "you did so well <3" • "thank you everyone.. and uh, it wasn't that hard, was it? haha.." • thoma swore to never read that again, it was too 'hard' to read he says. but secretly he kinda liked how the person who wrote the fanfic was describing the story and liked how they added a lot of touchy scenes, it made his heart burst. • once thoma had calmed down, you decide to go to sleep as it was already late for you and thoma, sadly had to give you a "goodnight y/n!! sleep well <3", but at the end of the day, thoma enjoyed reading the fanfic. after you left the stream and vc, thoma said his goodbyes and ended his stream. • once the stream ended, thoma backed away, still in his chair. his face turning bright red as he remembered the fanfic. slowly, he opened the tab back up and liked the blog. reading it again and copy n pasting his favourite lines. • thoma heads onto your insta, seeing if you was still online or

not, which you was still offline(sleeping). thoma sent you a voice message: "you still might be asleep but i just want you to know that i really enjoyed today's stream!! sleep well my love, what do you want to do tomorrow? play valorant maybe? or minecraft? ah, doesn't matter right now. Please sleep well and make sure to dream about me, im kidding! you're probably going to listen to this in the morning but still. goodnight lovely."

a/n: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/like + follow + reblogs r appreciated!! note: im kinda happy that i finished this request :) took me 3 days to do this one lol, sorry to keep you waiting!! enjoy this lovely <3 im currently doing another request right now.

#genshin impact x reader #ayato x reader #genshin x reader #thoma x reader #streamer!au

[albakore]

Office Adventures

Synopsis: (office!au) Sometimes Kaeya’s ideas can be brilliant. Other times you wonder how this man even made it this far in life. This time, however, the outcome is a little different than you expect…

Characters (together): Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma/Tohma, Childe, and Zhongli (fem!reader)

Warnings: not sfw (18+), like pure unadulterated filth. public-ish sex, voyeurism, unprotected sex, vibrator, masturbation, Diluc fucking you while everyone else watches because i am Diluc’s whore before i am human,

part 2

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It felt so downright perverted to be acting this way. You tried your hardest to stay focused on the presentation in front of you but your mind kept drifting back to the device that was sitting between your legs. Kaeya had managed to slip a vibrator in your underwear right before this meeting, after he pulled you into an empty office and worked it inside of you. He pulled up the app on his phone and tested it to make sure it worked properly. It did, much to his delight (and your dismay.)

Zhongli was up at the front presenting some information about this months sales. He was flipping through various infographics in the presentation he had prepared, motioning to them every so often to accentuate his point. Diluc was sitting across from Kaeya jotting down notes as he went, next to him was a bored looking Thoma. Childe occupied the seat on the Kaeya’s left and was very keenly watching Zhongli as he presented. The seat to Kaeya’s right was empty, as that’s where Zhongli had been sitting. You watched Kaeya reach for his phone again that was sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped the screen a few times and you felt the vibrations inside of you grow stronger. You pressed your thighs together desperately trying to mask what was taking place. You couldn’t help but chew your bottom lip desperately trying not to let your pokerface drop.

“Ms. (Name), are you alright?” You heard Kaeya call from across the table, interrupting Zhongli. That little shit, you thought. You took a deep breath to help calm you down, putting on the best neutral expression you could muster before glancing up and meeting Kaeya’s mischievous smile.

“Of course. Why do you ask?” You tried to ignore how all of the men’s eyes glanced over in your direction. You could feel your impending orgasm looming as the vibrator continued to buzz inside you still even with all their gazes on you.

Thoma chimed in this time, completely oblivious. “You’re looking a little flustered, do you need to step out for some air?” Your eyes drifted to meet his, a genuinely concerned expression on his face as he scanned over you for signs of sickness or injury.

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him quickly, “I just picked the wrong day to wear this outfit.” You joked, motioning to your matching blazer and skirt that were made out of the same thick material. You added in a smile to really sell your excuse, fanning yourself to make it seem like maybe the heat was just getting to you.

Zhongli, who had been interrupted in the middle of his presentation, cleared his throat to take the attention away from the disruption. “Well, this is the last slide so if you’ll allow me to get through this then you can go back to your office and cool down a little. May I?” You nodded your head quickly and added in a small sorry before you ducked your head back down to focus on the notes in front of you. You were grateful when you felt the attention slowly shift off you and back to Zhongli.

Your mind drifted again with Zhongli’s voice as the perfect background noise for your fantasies that played in your mind. You thought again about Kaeya pulling you into that office right before this meeting with his fingers working you open slowly saying he had a surprise for you. You two had joked about doing something like this before, but you never thought he had the gall to actually go through with it. He was definitely enjoying this entirely too much, you could tell by the way his attention shifted from his notes to study you every so often. Whenever he altered the frequency of the vibrator, your resolve would fall just briefly and you’d allow yourself one shaky breath as your fists clenched and your eyebrows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the orgasm that had been creeping up on your for what felt like forever now. You were completely unaware of the vermillion eyes that would drift your way every time your face would scrunch or your hips would shift.

“And with that, we’re done for the day.” Zhongli’s concluding statement cut through your lewd thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief thinking about how you wanted nothing more than to get out of this meeting room and to the privacy of your own office. Zhongli returned to his spot at the table beside Kaeya and began gathering up his papers. The rest of the men also shuffled their stuff together, starting to stand from their seats and stretch.

“Say, Kaeya,” Childe’s voice cut through the shuffling. You watched in slow motion horror as he reached out and grabbed Kaeya’s phone that had been sitting face up on the table while Kaeya had stepped away from his seat to go return something he grabbed before the meeting. “What is this app you kept toying with throughout the meeting?” He asked as he examined Kaeya’s phone. Kaeya’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a way to draw Childe’s attention away from the phone without being obvious. As Kaeya opened his mouth to reply, Childe tapped something on the screen.

“Wait!” You and Kaeya exclaimed in unison but it was too late, the vibrator in between your legs kicked up a few notches and in a matter of seconds the orgasm that Kaeya had had you dancing around for the last half of this meeting came crashing down. You let out a loud, sultry moan as you ducked your head to keep some sense of your dignity as the men watched you clench your legs and squirm in your seat. Kaeya quickly made his way back to his phone and snatched it away from Childe, cutting off the vibrations. There were a few beats of silence as the men all watched you carefully while you caught your breath, head still lowered and hands still gripping the arms of your chair harshly. The realization of what just happened finally hit you as your head cleared. The fucked out expression on your face shifted to a mortified one as you tried to think of some sort of response.

Childe’s voice rang out hesitantly from the other side of the room, “uh, sorry..”

Instead of addressing his apology you used every ounce of courage in you to spit out a ‘please excuse me’ before getting up from your chair and promptly exiting the room. You ran for the nearest empty bathroom and locked yourself inside, suddenly thankful for the first time ever that your office had single person bathrooms. Your back hit the door as your head reeled from the events that just took place, embarrassment washing over you. I’m gonna get fired, you though bitterly, they probably think I’m disgusting. You slowly reached down and pulled back your underwear to see the soaked mess that had become your panties. You sighed, pulling them up again before your eyes met the mirror. Your appearance was disheveled: your lips were swollen from biting them to stifle your moans and your legs were still shaking from your recent orgasm.

A loud knock sounded on the door behind you. “(Name)?” Kaeya’s voice called out. “…I know you’re in there.” He added after a few moments of waiting for you to respond. You still didn’t answer his calls so he continued, “they’re all waiting for you to come back.” Your heart dropped. What does that mean? Are they going to discuss the consequences of your actions already? Why so soon? Couldn’t they wait and sleep on it?

You turned around hand gripping the door handle as you took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat, figuring it best to face this head on. You opened the door with a click only to be met with Kaeya’s fist inches from your face, evident that he was about to knock again. “There you are!” He quickly withdrew his knuckles and gave you a quick concerned once-over.

You glanced around nervously to make sure he was alone before slumping against him. He pulled you into his embrace as his way to apologize for the events that took place. He knows it was his bad to leave his phone out there like that, especially given the fact that Childe knows his passcode. He stroked your back a few times soothingly, allowing you to inhale his scent hoping that it would provide you some comfort.

“C’mon, let’s not keep them waiting.” He spoke after a few moments before gently taking your hand to lead you along behind him through the hallways. You approached the meeting room again in quick strides, your anxiety climbing higher and higher the closer you two got.

Kaeya stopped in front of the meeting room door and turned to face you, sensing your anxiousness. His hands grabbed your shoulders gently. “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re not going to get in trouble or anything of the sort, I’m certain of it.” He leaned forward and let his lips rest against your ear, “I’m also certain that they all had a boner when I left them. I mean who wouldn’t after the show you put on.” A shiver ran up your spine at his words. You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to form some sort of response, but before you could he had turned around and pushed open the meeting room door.

“Where is she?” You heard Childe ask. You peaked over Kaeya’s shoulder into the room. The men had returned to the seats they had been in during the meeting.

“(Name).” Zhongli addressed you firmly when his gaze met yours. You squeaked and ducked behind Kaeya again. The man in front of you chuckled before taking a few steps into the room, motioning for you to follow. You swallowed thickly before taking a few tentative steps.

Kaeya closed the door behind you as you finally straightened your back and addressed the men in front of you. “Um…” you tried to keep eye contact with them to appear more collected than you actually were but quickly found your fleeting confidence fading. Instead, you settled for fixing you gaze on the ground in front of you. “I’m very sorry for what happened.”

“Did he force you into this?” Diluc’s question caught you off guard.

“N-no!” You stammered quickly. "He and I talked about it beforehand." You said assuredly, not wanting your actions to reflect worse on Kaeya than they already had. Your cheeks burned and your shoulders were tense. “I know it was very unprof-“

“(Name), come here.” The firm words from Diluc caught you off guard. You studied him for a second, trying to read his intentions. Kaeya finally took his own seat across the table from Diluc. You made your way past Thoma to where Diluc was sitting before you paused. Diluc patted his thigh to motion for you to sit there. It caught you way off guard. You noted how Kaeya was absolutely right, though you couldn’t see Childe or Zhongli, you could definitely see both Diluc and Thoma were noticeably hard. You went to straddle his thighs but he stopped you. “Other way.” You turned yourself around and settled against him with your back flush with his chest. It took everything in you not to grind against his boner that was even more noticeable now that it was pressed against you.

His lips met the shell of your ear. “Is this alright?” He asked, fingers hovering over you, waiting for your permission for him to touch you. You nodded, swallowing thickly and his hands came into contact with your skin. Diluc’s fingers worked to hike your skirt up. He let his fingertips ghost up and down your outer thigh a few times, pressing a kiss to your neck. He pushed his chair back from the table and spread your legs wide to make sure the other guys could see what he was doing to you. He stopped again briefly as his fingers came to rest on the edge of your panties, waiting for your go ahead before pushing them down your thigh. He paused to admire the string of slick that connected your sex to your underwear. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before Thoma let out a groan beside you at the sight. Diluc continued working your panties down your legs until he slipped them off completely and tossed them on the table in front of you two. Next, his hands reached down and pulled the vibrator out of your cunt that Kaeya had stuffed in there with a quiet squelching noise. He held it up and examined the way it was coated completely in your arousal.

“I can turn it on, if you want.” Kaeya offered as he watched the scene in front of him intently. His signature cocky smirk had returned as he noticed how wet he had gotten you with his vibrator.

“Please do.” Diluc answered, turning his attention from the toy back to your cunt. “May I?” He whispered in your ear as the hand not holding the toy traced the skin below your bellybutton down to the area just above your clit and back up again.

“U-uh..” you hesitated, gauging the reactions from the men around you. Zhongli’s gaze was fixated on you. He was leaning forward on his elbows, his fingers locked together resting over his mouth. His irises looked like they were quite literally glowing as he drank in the sight of you. Otherwise, he looked completely calm. His breath was slow and steady and he was relatively still.

Childe had never looked more relaxed in his life. He was slouched against his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. His boner couldn’t be any more obvious as his eyes languidly trailed up your body, down your body, and back up again. He was truly basking in the sight in front of him.

When your gaze shifted to Kaeya he made sure to hold eye contact with you. He licked his lips seductively, eyes trailing down your body before snapping back up to your complete the eye contact again as he sent you a wink.

If there were any doubt left in your mind after looking at those three, that was all dispelled when your eyes drifted over to Thoma. He already had his cock free and was pumping himself slowly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. His cheeks were flush and his breath was fast, and the tip of his cock looked deliciously red as you watched his thumb swipe over it.

It had only taken you a few moments to be sure that none of the men in front of you were uncomfortable with what was happening before you gave Diluc the go ahead. A simple, but firm, 'yes' left your lips and in mere seconds the vibrator that he was holding roared to life, courtesy of Kaeya of course. He pressed it to your clit and immediately you mewled, back arching off his chest. You rocked your hips against the device and in turn also rocked yourself against Diluc’s boner that was growing harder by the second.

“D-Diluc,” you whined. “I want you inside of me.” You panted, focusing on grinding against him. He hummed at your request, pressing a few more open mouth kisses up your neck. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your mouth parted slightly.

“Let me prep you first.” He stated, shifting his arm and wrapping it under your thigh so he could insert two fingers into you. Your slick coated them easily, allowing him to add a third finger. He stretched you as much as he could slowly and gently, pumping his fingers in and out of you. After a few moments he pulled them away from your cunt before putting his fingers, now coated in your slick, up to your mouth. You took them in without hesitation, sucking and licking them. “Good.” Diluc praised. You locked eyes with Zhongli first, then you moved to Childe. Childes hand had also found it’s way inside his pants and was pumping himself lazily as he watched you.

You released Diluc’s now clean fingers from your mouth. “Unzip me.” He instructed, one hand working to unbutton your blouse the other one still had the vibrator pressed to your clit. You reached under you and unzipped his pants, hand trailing along his clothed dick eagerly. You pushed down his underwear and leaned forward to allow room for his cock to sprang free. You pushed back and let yourself rub against him eagerly.

He finally withdrew the vibrator from your clit so he could put both his hands on your hips to guide you onto him. He let out a low groan as he sank into you, your walls clenching around him. He bottomed out and allowed you to just sit there like that for a few moments to adjust to the girth he had. Slowly, he lifted your hips before sliding you back down again. You let out a wanton moan at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. Diluc finally replaced the vibrator on your clit again, causing your thighs to tense around him. You placed your hands on his knees and took the lead lifting yourself up and down, slowly speeding up as the slightly painful stretch was replaced with immense pleasure. Beside you, Thoma moaned your name, matching his pace to yours as he worked himself to his own orgasm. Kaeya upped the speed of the vibrator again, enjoying watching you squirm around Diluc's cock.

Zhongli had even taken to pleasuring himself, his stoic expression fixated on watching as Diluc disappeared into your heat only to come back out again coated in your arousal. You were positively drenching Diluc's cock, leaving a wet spot on the chair underneath you two. Moans — hng, a-ah, mmh~ — left your lips as Diluc's other hand found your nipple, toying with it. Your legs started shaking as you got closer to your orgasm, but you tried to push through it to continue riding Diluc. He picked up on your fatigue quick though, and in return he lifted you up and bent you over the table in front of him, grabbing your hips from behind and pushing back into you. You moaned his name again, cheek squished against the hard tabletop, hands splayed beside your head.

"Diluc! I'm gon- I'm gonna c-" you desperately tried to choke out, feeling another strong orgasm coming on as the man slammed into you over and over. His tip curved perfectly into your sweet spot, making you arch your back. He groaned again at the feeling of your smooth walls throbbing around him.

"Let go, angel." You heard him murmur behind you. With one loud whine, your walls clamped around him as you creamed all over his cock. He let out a low 'fuck' as he was launched into his own orgasm, burying himself inside of you before filling you up with his seed. You glanced behind you to watch as Thoma coated his own hand with his cum, moaning your name loudly. Childe had also made a mess out of his shirt when he shot his semen in spurts all over it. Zhongli's hand was still working himself under his dress pants — and then you noticed Kaeya. Kaeya hadn't bothered to touch himself at all, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair while you and Diluc caught your breaths.

"Is it my turn now?" Kaeya mused as he took slow deliberate strides toward you. This was going to be a long night.

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[americancowgirl19]

Tommy’s Little Girl

Summary: You’re the most precious thing to Thomas Shelby. So, when a guy comes into your life he isn’t the most supportive.

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader, Reader x Male Character (H/n = His name, he can be whoever you want)

Word Count: 5,261

A/n: This was a request by an anon - Please can I request that Tommy Shelby’s daughter becomes engaged to a man behind his back and he refuses to acknowledge the engagement while the rest of the family do. After six months, just before the wedding, Tommy finally comes around to the idea... So, I added a few things to this request, I hope you still like it! I was just going to do the scene that the anon requested but I personally love writing who stories and backgrounds and shit so you get to see an entire life at Tommy’s daughter with the request included! Oh, and John doesn’t die cause fuck that.

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You were the ultimate daddy’s girl. From the moment you were born you and your father were inseparable. The only thing that tore you apart was the war. You were barely two years old when he went off to serve his country.

When he left he entrusted Polly to look after you. Of course she treated you as if you were her own. She protected you as fiercely as she protected your father, uncles and aunt. Especially when your Aunt Kitty, Kitty Jurossi, showed up demanding that you were to go with her.

Kitty is your mother’s sister. She never approved of Greta being with Tommy. While Tommy taking care of Greta in her final days and loving her as he did was honorable, Kitty knew what kind of man he is. She knew what kind of family he had, what kind of business he partook in. She didn’t want you around them.

Polly always thought it was amusing how Kitty waited until Tommy was out of country to try and collect you. Kitty wrongfully assumed that Polly would just hand you over. Your mother’s sister was lucky she was able to return to her home with her life, especially when she tried to forcefully take you.

You remembered that day very vaguely. You don’t remember what happened but you remembered the yelling, someone grabbing you painfully and how scared you were. Your father had just left you for the longest time in your life and now this woman was trying to take you from the person you considered your mother.

The years without your father were long and unmemorable. When he finally returned home you were five going on six. You waited on the train platform with Polly, Ada and Finn. Polly kept a tight hold on you as the soldiers came off the train and went to their families.

You tried to find him but you were far too short and all of them were wearing the same uniform and cap. You jumped in your spot just itching to run into his arms. It didn’t matter that you didn’t really remember specific details of him. You remembered the feeling you had with him. You remembered being safe and happy with him. You remembered being sad and lonely without him. You’d rather be safe and happy than the other part.

“There they are!” Ada shouts. Your head darts to where she was pointing. When you spotted him not even Polly was able to hold you back.

You remember him shoving his way through the others to get to you. When you were close he dropped to his knees and pulled you into his arms. You clung to him.

Then, just like before he left, the two of you were inseparable once again. The only time you weren’t together was when you were sleeping (although on rough nights you often found your way in his bed) or when he had dangerous Peaky business.

You were the Shelby princess. You were untouchable. You didn’t figure out how much you could get away with until you were older. You could murder his best friend - not that you ever killed anyone - and the longest he’d stay mad at you would be a few hours, a day at most.

Anything you wanted was yours. You were spoiled but you were also kind and generous. You had bratty streaks but who didn’t? You may have been the light of your father’s life but you were John’s partner in crime. Whenever his own kids got too much or he wanted to pick on his brother’s you were the one he came too.

As much as he did truly enjoy spending time with you, John also knew that with you by his side he wouldn’t get into as much trouble as he would without you. All you had to do was give your pretty little smile and bat those eyelashes and Tommy was wrapped around your finger.

Even when your siblings came into the world you were number one. You didn’t exactly like Charlie, not Grace, at first. They stole your father’s attention, something you weren’t used to sharing. Eventually you warmed up to them.

You were sad when Grace died but not nearly to the extreme as your father. His heart break broke your own heart. You felt as if nothing you did eased his pain. In reality, you were the one person keeping him from completely spiraling. He spiraled but just being with you managed to slowly bring him back.

You were a little more welcoming toward Lizzie and then Ruby. By the time Ruby came around you adored Charlie. Ruby quickly wiggled her way into your heart. You became fiercely protective of them. You helped Lizzie with them when Tommy got too busy. When you needed a break you joined your father to the office and he would continue explaining what he did.

To you, life was perfect. You had everything you needed and everything you wanted. Tommy kept you in the business just enough to satisfy you but not enough to put you directly in danger. You didn’t understand a lot of the politics and drama within the family but to you it didn’t matter. You had your family, you had your fun, and life was great.

Then, as you were creeping up on your mid-twenties, you met the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You were in the market with Lizzie, Polly, and Ruby. You had wandered a bit from the others. There was some jewelry you were looking at when he came over. 

He was tall, muscular, and extremely handsome. He had a boyish smile and a flirtatious personality. It didn’t take you long to also figure out that he was clumsy and adorable. You were instantly hooked.

You two talked (flirted) for longer than you thought. Before you knew it Polly, Lizzie and Ruby were rejoining you. Polly was weary of him but it was obvious that he quickly won Lizzie over.

Much to your displeasure, once the three of them showed up you were quickly whisked away from him. Polly had said it was time to go and not many people were brave enough to argue with her. 

Even on the way home you thought about him. You hoped that you would see him again but you figured it was unlikely.

Word got around about you meeting Mr. Handsome at the market. Your uncles teased you and Ada interrogated you. Your father was oddly quiet on the other hand. He didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t. He just hoped that your paths wouldn’t cross again.

Tommy knew you were getting older but that didn’t mean he liked it. He wanted you to stay his little girl for a while longer. He wished you were still small enough to ride on his shoulders and small enough for him to engulf you in his arms. But you were growing into a beautiful young lady. Whether he liked it or not other men were bound to recognize your beauty and seek you out. He had been lucky, for the most part, about your disinterest in dating, but it wasn’t going to last.

Most of the women your age were already married with at least one child. You were content by yourself. You were gaining responsibilities with the business and being your father’s personal helper. Even though you were content you wanted more. You wanted your own family to come home to with your own kids.

Fortunately, for Tommy, you wouldn’t see the boy from the market for quite some time. It had been so long you had forgotten about him. Until suddenly he showed back up.

The Shelby’s were having a night at the fights. You were enjoying yourself. You didn’t get dolled up often but when you did you went all out. You felt beautiful thus making you feel confident. On top of that, everyone knew exactly who you were which meant heads turned in your direction everywhere you went. You felt important, untouchable. 

You sat with your aunt Ada, Aunt Polly, and step mother Lizzie. The three of you were talking amongst yourselves while the boys hollered at the match in front of them. When the fighters changed out you happened to look up and there he was.

Ada had been talking to you but you suddenly stopped listening. He was bigger, more muscular, than you remember. He didn’t seem as clumsy anymore yet he was just as handsome. 

“Y/n,” Ada shouts over the crowd.

“Oh, will you look at that,” Lizzie states looking at who you were staring at.

“Who’s he?” Ada questions. Lizzie reminds her about the guy from the market you had met over a year prior. You continued to ignore them.

Right before the match started his eyes connected with yours. He obviously recognized you. He sent you the same boyish smile he had in the market causing a light blush to come to your cheeks. He bravely sent you a wink before focusing on the fight.

Your eyes remained glued on him with Tommy’s eyes started at you. He had noticed the interaction and didn’t like it in the slightest.

When the match ended, with his unfortunate loss, you excused yourself to the loo. You weren’t fooling anybody. Everyone who paid attention knew where you were going and Tommy had half a mind to stop you when something grabbed his attention. The split second his attention was off of you gave you the time you needed to disappear into the crowd.

“H/n,” You say, standing in the doorway of the locker room. You were slightly nervous - a lot nervous - but you weren’t 100% sober so that helped. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n,” He says, turning away from his locker and toward you. “Shelby,” He adds. You hadn’t told him who you were. It was obvious he hadn’t known back then and you wanted to keep it that way.

“In the flesh,” You gave him a twirl. “You fought well tonight,”

“I lost,” He deadpanned but didn’t look all that bothered by it..

“Caught me attention,” You told him.

“Guess it wasn’t a complete loss then, aye?” He smirks. “How about you make me a winner tonight and agree to a date?” You blushed.

“I can do that,” You agreed.

From there your relationship blossomed. The two of you fell for each other quickly. He started showing up around the family more. Your uncles hazed him, Ada and Polly constantly interrogated him, and your father silently judged him. No matter how hard you or H/n tried, your father never came around.

H/n didn’t care about Tommy’s disapproval of him. He loved you with all his heart and nobody was going to keep you from him. He may be funny, charismatic and handsome but he knew he was selfish with a side of possessive. In his mind, you were his and he wasn’t letting you go. He would do anything to keep you and to keep you happy.

It honestly was no surprise that less than a year later the two of you were engaged. He had taken you out on a picnic under the stars on a beach. You had dinner, went swimming and had a fire in the sand. While stargazing he proposed with a beautiful ring. You didn’t hesitate to say yes.

The next day, as you two were makin breakfast, you asked how your father handled him asking for permission when H/n told you he never asked. It shocked you that H/n didn’t talk to Tommy first. You knew when it came to your father H/n was a little rebellious but this was different. Honestly, you were a bit upset he didn’t speak with Tommy first. 

It hadn’t even been twenty four hours since your engagement and the two of you were thrown into a fight. A minor one but a fight nonetheless. He didn’t see why it mattered seeing as the two of you were getting married with or without his permission. You argued that it wasn’t his permission you were looking for but your blessing. H/n didn’t understand just how close you and Tommy are but you wished he would at least respect it.

Eventually, he apologized when he finally noticed just how important Tommy’s approval meant to you. You promised H/n that you would marry him no matter what but keeping it from your father was not an option. H/n promised to talk to him.

A few days passed and then a week. H/n still didn’t talk to Tommy. You were fed up and decided to do it yourself. When you arrived at the Arrow House all you found were Lizzie and Ruby. 

Ruby instantly spotted the ring. You desperately wanted to talk to Tommy first but since you weren’t getting passed you sister not Lizzie you conceded.

“So, when did he pop the question?” Ruby asked.

“About two weeks ago,” You answered, a large smile on your face. “He asked me on the beach under the stars,” Ruby swooned but Lizzie didn’t seem to be paying attention anymore. You looked at her. You tensed noticing her looking behind you. Slowly, you turned around and saw your father standing there.

His eyes stare into your eyes and for the first time in your life you can’t figure out what he was thinking. He seemed emotionless but you couldn’t tell if the look in his eyes was anger or disappointment. His eyes glanced down at your hand, at your ring.

“Dad, I-” You didn’t get a chance to explain. He turned around and walked out of the house. You were shocked. He never did that to you. He always let you speak no matter what he was feeling. When you snapped out of it you quickly went after him but he was already in the car driving down the road. “Dad! Wait, please!” But he just keeps driving.

“He’ll come around,” Ruby tries to comfort but her words just go in one ear and right out the other.

For weeks your father avoided you like the plague. You walked into a room, he walked out. You tried to talk, he talked over you. You tried to get his attention, he ignored you. You tried for over a month before deciding to give him some space and focus on planning your wedding.

With the help of Ada, Ruby, Polly, and Esme you planned the wedding. Every day you got a step closer to the date. Every day you got more excited. Yet one thing continued to dampen your mood.

“Y/n, come in,” Esme greets, stepping aside to let you into her home.

“Is John here? I want to talk to him,” You say, fiddling with your fingers nervously. Esme smiles kindly and nods.

“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll fetch him,” She suggests before disappearing into the house. You walk into the parlor. You smile and play with your cousins for a bit before John finally joins you.

“I wanted to ask you something,” You say after he shoos the kids away. He gives you his attention. You take in a deep breath as tears mist over your eyes. He looks more concerned by the second. “I was wondering if you... would walk me down the aisle,” John frowns his eyebrows.

“You want me?” He asks, shocked. “What about Tom-”

“He hasn’t spoken to me for months,” You snap, struggling to keep your tears from falling. “He can hardly look at me or stand to be in the same room. I think it’s safe to say he’s not coming,” You try to sound angry but curse silently when your voice grows more shaky. John sighs.

“Come here, sweetheart,” He opens his arms and you quickly close the distance between the two of you. He holds you tightly as you cry in his chest. “Tommy’s being a right arse at the moment, everyone knows that,” He mutters. “But nothing in the world is going to stop him from walking you down that aisle,”

“H/n being at the end of it might,” You mutter. John laughs quietly.

“Love, if Tommy really hated H/n, he would be dead by now,” John says truthfully. You see the logic in his statement but it hardly lifts your spirits. 

“The wedding is in two weeks,” You whisper. “He hasn’t budged yet,”

“I want you to do something for me,” John says, pulling back just enough to look at your face and wipe your tears. “I want you to think through your entire life and tell me a time where you didn’t get your way with Tommy,” John challenges. “I’m not even going to wait because it never bloody happened,” You smile a bit. “Now, this has been the longest you’ve had to wait for him to come around but trust me, he is incapable of not doing what you want,”

“Will you still be on standby?” You ask him. He smirks and kisses your forehead.

“Of course,” He whispers. “Bloody hell, has anyone said no to you before?” He asks, smirking as he steps away from you.

“What can I say? I’m everyone’s sweetheart,” You smile. John rolls his eyes and offers for you to stay for dinner, which you accept.

When you returned home you noticed H/n was home as well. You had moved out of Arrow house before the engagement, something your father strongly disagreed with.

When you walked inside, H/n was waiting up for you. You hadn’t meant to be home so late. It’s just when you’re with John and his kids they just make the time fly by. Luckily, H/n didn’t seem upset just tired.

“Come here,” He mutters, opening his arms. You smile and settle in his lap enjoying the feeling of his thick arms wrapped around your body. “Were you at Arrow House?” He asks.

“No, I went to see Uncle John,” You tell him. He hums curiously. “I wanted to ask if he’d walk me down the aisle,” You whisper. H/n holds you tighter.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” He whispers to you. “I shouldn’t have proposed without asking for his blessing or at least mentioning it to him,”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” You grumbled before sighing. “But this is much more than that. Something else is bothering him,”

“You’re his precious girl, he’ll talk eventually,” He reassures you. You don’t respond, you simply cuddle deeper into his embrace.

A week passed. You had five days until your wedding. You woke up excited as you daydreamed about the day. However, your happiness didn’t last.

BRITIAN     AT    WAR    WITH    GERMANY

Your father and uncles had fought in the first war. The supposed ‘war to end all wars’. Now, only a short few years later there was another war. A war the next generation would fight. A war your H/n volunteered to join.

You were in the kitchen cleaning up. You were doing everything you could to keep buys. Britain was officially at war and you were terrified. You knew everything was going to change. Deep down you knew it would happen but it didn’t register until he was right in front of you.

“When do you leave?” You whisper, desperately trying to stay together as you look at H/n. He was in his uniform with papers in his hand.

“Thursday,” H/n hesitantly whispers. You close your eyes and hang your head. Not only was your soon-to-be husband going off to fight this war but he was leaving before your wedding. On top of that, you only had two more days with him.

“Why do you have to leave?” You whimpered. He doesn’t answer. He just closes the gap between the two of you and pulls you into a tight hug. He hugged you as if he could single handedly keep you from falling apart.

“I will come back to you, Y/n Shelby,” He states firmly. “Heaven nor hell will keep me from you, you have me word,”

“I love you,” You whisper, clinging to him. He pulls back just enough to tilt your head up to his lips. He doesn’t verbally respond but he tries to pour all his love and determination to return to you in the breathtaking kiss.

You cling to him for as long as you can but eventually have to let him go. While he didn’t leave until Thursday he had much to get done before then. He promised he would be back in a few hours but you didn’t want to be alone.

The first thing you did was go to Polly. You froze when you saw her drying her cheeks. Finn had volunteered as well. Together you both cried. 

Finn might have technically been your uncle but he was more of a brother. There was only a few years difference between the two of you. Polly had raised you both. You hated that you could possibly not only lose H/n but Finn as well.

Luckily Charlie was still too young to join but only for another year. You had no doubt that he would join up the first chance he got. He’s Tommy’s son. Neither of them were good at backing down.

When you left Polly you went to Arrow House. You were done. You were done with your father’s stubbornness. You were done with his silence and his judgmental stares. He could be mad about the wedding all he wanted but you needed him to come back to you.

“Did H/n..?” Lizzie’s voice dissipates. She didn’t want to finish the question and she didn’t have too. You just nod and accept her comforting hug. You’ve cried the majority of the day and knew you weren’t done yet. You knew the second you went face to face with Tommy you’d fall apart all over again.

“Where is he?” You ask.

“In his office,” Lizzie says knowing exactly who you were wanting. “Most likely on his second bottle by now,” You sighed, rubbing your face tiredly. “I’ll make some tea,” You send her a smile and a nod.

You don’t even bother to knock, you rarely did. There wasn’t a room you knew about that you weren’t welcome into. Inside you found your father slouched in his chair with a full glass in his hands. He doesn’t bother to look at you. You don’t even know if he registers your presence. 

“I don’t know what you’re so mad at me about,” You began. Your voice sounded strong and you hoped it stayed that way. “Yes, H/n asked me to marry him. No, I didn’t know at the time that he didn’t talk to you but get over it. You haven’t made his time in this family easy, no wonder he doesn’t want to talk to you. 

“When you found out you found out too soon. I was there to talk to you about it but Ruby and Lizzie saw me first. This wasn’t something I wanted to keep from you, I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry,” You whisper. Hope fills you a bit when he glances at you in the corner of his eye. “I know something else is bothering you but I don’t know what it is and I need you to work it out some how because I need you, dad,” You whimper. 

He finally looks at you. 

“These last few months have been so hard without you and now H/n is going off to war, I’m not sure if I’m even going to get married, and you still won’t fucking talk to me!” You shouted but the tears in your eyes betrays your anger. “I’m scared out of my mind I’m going to lose H/n, that I’m going to lose Finn... That I already lost you,” A few tears fall down your face. “I’m sorry for whatever I did, please forgive me because I need you so fucking back,”

By the end you were close to sobbing and falling to you knees. You sobbed but you never fell. Tommy was out of his seat and was wrapping his arms around you before your knees could give away.

He leads you to the couch and sits down. You curl into his chest like you used to do when you were younger. He hums quietly and rocks you.

“You didn’t lose me, darling girl,” He whispers to you. “I’m so sorry for the way I’ve acted. I should have never treated you like I have. No, I don’t like H/n but not because of who he is but because he’s taking my little girl from me,” You tilt your head to look at him. “For nearly 26 years you have been the center of my world,” He whispers quietly. “Through everything, you have been the most important constant in my life. There were many times you were my only source of happiness, my only will to live,” He admits. “I’m terrified of what I’ll do without you,”

“You’ll never be without me,” You whisper to him. “I live ten minutes away and you’ll still see me daily whether H/n likes it or not,” Tommy smiles a bit. “And maybe when the war is over you’ll have more mini me’s running around,” Tommy scowls at the thought of the process of making children rather than the thought of the actual kids.

“You’re happy with him?” You nod. “You love him and he loves you?” You nod again. “Has he hurt you?” You shake your head. He sighs, slightly frustrated with the lack of reason to murder H/n. Not that he really needed a reason but he knew if he did he would hurt you. He’s already hurt you enough as it is. “Then you have my blessing,” You smile at him.

“He leaves before the wedding,” You whisper. He shrugs.

“So, move the wedding up,” He says nonchalantly. 

“How are we going to set everything up before Thursday?” You ask. He smirks.

“You don’t worry about a thing,” He kisses your forehead. “Let me call Ada, Pol, and Esme. They’ll help you get ready and I’ll worry about the rest,”

“You avoided this wedding the entire time, now you’re going to plan in within a few hours?” You ask.

“I’m Thomas Shelby,” He said as if it were the cure to all diseases. “Up you get,” He gently pushes you out of his lap. “No worrying,” He points at you before kissing your forehead again.

“Who’s going to want to celebrate at a time like this?” You ask before he leaves. He turns toward you and smiles softly.

“Right now is the perfect time to celebrate a moment like this,” Tommy tells you. You can see the honesty in his eyes and can tell he’s briefly reliving the past. You hate that his past is always haunting him and you pray that you’ll be able to help H/s if... when he comes back to you. “Relax, get ready, and I’ll see you in a few hours.”

It didn’t take long for Ada, Polly and Esme to show up. Polly had your dress and Ada had your accessories. The three of them with Lizzie and Ruby helped you get ready for the wedding.

As you got ready, Tommy went to your home where he found H/n just returning. It was obvious that he was surprised to see Tommy but he invited his future in-law inside nonetheless.

“I was a few years younger than you when I was shipped off to France,” Tommy explained to him. “When I returned I wasn’t the same. Nobody who goes through what we went through, what you will go through, returns the same,” Tommy warns. “Y/n was five or six when I got back. She helped give me a reason to keep waking up, to keep moving. When you come back, you’ll need someone that will be able to anchor you into the present. Don’t push people away, especially Y/n... She won’t let you,” Tommy advises with a soft smile as he thinks about you.

“I won’t,” H/s vows.

“You say that now but I promise it’ll be very tempting when you return,” Tommy says. Casually, Tommy walks closer. “Everyone that returns deals with the past differently. I won’t judge you for the drinks you’ll have or even the drugs you may take,” Tommy shrugs. “But if you come back and you turn violent again Y/n at any point. If you so much as hurt her one time, I will personally dig your grave and put you in it,” Tommy promises. “You will come back, you’ll deal with it however you can, and you’ll take care of Y/n and the family you’ll have. If you can’t do that, don’t marry her and walk away now.”

“I love you daughter. I want her happy and I’ll give my life to keep her safe,” H/s vows.

“Good,” Tommy nods. “That’s my little girl. Her happiness is everything to me. You give me one reason to kill you and I promise you and whatever god is out there that I will take that chance,”

“Understood,” H/n slowly nods.

“Good,” Tommy nods again. “Well, let’s get going, you’re getting married in a few hours,” Tommy says walking toward the door. He pulls out a cigarette and begins to light it.

“I am?” H/n calls out confused. Tommy just keeps walking and H/n jogs to catch up.

A few hours later, John and Arthur show up to collect the women.

“Your chariot awaits madam,” Arthur announces loudly. You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as he leads you to the car. John winks at you playfully.

“Told you he’d come around,” John teased.

“Should have cried in front of him sooner, that usually does the trick,” You joke back. John grins wider and kisses your head.

“Alright! Let’s get a move on, we’ve got a wedding to get too!” Arthur hollers. When you arrive where the rest of the gypsies and Peaky Blinders are, they cheer for your arrival.

Tommy greets you at the car looking handsome as ever.

“I hope I’m still allowed to walk you down,” He mutters helping you out of the car.

“Of course,” You smile leaning into him. He kisses your head and leads you toward the aisle. At the end you find H/s standing there looking breathtaking. “I’m scared,” You whisper.

“That’s alright,” He promises, slowly walking you toward your future husband. “There’s going to be moment where you’re scared but there will never be a moment where you’re alone,” He tells you. You tighten your arm around his. “These last few months will never happen again,” He vows. “I’ll be there anytime and every time you need me,”

“I know,” You whisper. 

When you reach the end, Tommy turns toward you. You smile up at him. He gently cups the side of your face.

“I love you,” He whispers, gently kissing your forehead. His lips linger as he remembers the day you were born, the day he left and came back from the war. He remembered every moment he shared with you. He hated that future memories would be shared with H/n but as long as you were there he wouldn’t mind.

“I love you too,” You whisper back, basking in the warmth and safety of his embrace for a moment longer. Tommy hesitantly steps back. You both share a smile before he hands you off to your soon-to-be husband.

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