#Childe: *flirts with you*

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Lisichka

Request: Hii ! I hope it's okay to request Tartaglia and (a very shy) childhood!reader reuniting after many years and pining for one another? Reader knows him very well so they're not rlly shy around him...until they developed a crush on him. Which makes them timid and mildly awkward around him, and it really shows more and more. I had a thought of what if Tartaglia also has a crush on them around the same time? I hope this is okay and have a good one! ♡

Summary: Tartaglia returns home after fighting the narwhal. You try to avoid him, unwilling to face your crush after so many years, but he manages to meet with you anyway.

Note: Lisichka means little fox

cw: none

Word Count: 1081

Tartaglia x gn!reader

“Have you heard? Ajax is back.”

You’re walking around the local market when you catch wind of the first rumors. The speaker--one of the old women who spend every market day discussing everything from local drama to the contents of this month's delivery of various newspapers--speaks in a hushed voice.

“That’s only news, Marya. My husband has already been to Lev and Anya’s place. Ajax looked pretty beat up.”

If Marya’s question hadn’t caught your attention, the second speaker would have. 

You lift your groceries and approach Marya and Elizaveta.

“Ajax is back?”

Elizaveta gives you a measuring look. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. You spent so much time with the boy before Lev sent him off to join the Fatui.”

“You mean until they started avoiding him.?”

“Yes, yes. And blushing like---”

“I’ve been helping around my grandparent’s house,” you blurt. “So no, I hadn’t heard.”

Elizaveta chuckles. “In that case, yes, Ajax has come home. You should go visit him. I’m sure you’ll make his day.”

“I’m not sure he’d remember me.”

“Nonsense. I’d put money on the opposite being true.”

You sigh and tighten your scarf around your neck. “I’ll think about it. But I still have shopping to do. Have a good day, Mrs. Marya, Mrs. Elizaveta.”

Several days later, you walk up the path to Ajax’s home, a heavily wrapped pot of soup cradled in your arms.

A boy with a shock of red hair sits on the porch with a toy ruin guard in hand.

“Good day, Teucer. Is your mother around?”

Teucer looks up and grins. “Big Brother! Y/N is here!”

“Teucer,” you groan, “I’m not here to see Ajax. In fact, please give this to your mother. Tell her Katia sends her regards and that we hope Ajax gets well soon.”

You place the soup next to Teucer and hurries back down the path.

This was such a bad idea, you think to yourself. I can’t ever keep a straight face when he’s concerned.

Ajax steps out of the house, smiling into the collar of his thick, woolen coat.

Unbeknownst to you, the young harbinger watched the entire thing.

He picks up the soup and looks down at Teucer. “Did you say thank you?”

“I didn’t have a chance,” Teucer pouts. “Why are they acting so weird?”

Tartaglia laughs. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

A few days later, you find yourself sitting on the bank of a lake. 

You keep your eyes trained on the hole you made and the line disappearing into the water.

This is the only place in town where there aren’t curious looks and questions about Ajax’s health. It’s the one place where you don;t have to be reminded that after so many years of being his friend, you’re now too cowardly to meet him face to face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the snow crunch behind you, though the footsteps are soft enough that it could be any small animal.

“Lisichka, Lisichka. Are you done running from me?”

The familiar nickname startles you out of your reverie.

You turn, ever so slowly, to find a pair of bright blue eyes twinkling at you.

“I never ran from you.”

Ajax sits next to you. “Are you sure about that, Lisichka? I recall that before I left to join Fatui, you wouldn’t look me in the eye. And I saw you run from my house the other day.”

“I---”

“Got a bite yet?” Ajax changes the topic of conversation, much to your relief.

“No. Not yet. Though I might not, now that your pretty face is here.”

“If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish, you must never catch a thing.”

You open your mind to reply, only for your brain to finally register your words and his reply.

“I--- How are you feeling, Ajax? I heard you were hurt.”

This time you’re the one to change topics, though you’re certain he’s aware that it’s a desperate attempt to keep from addressing the proverbial bear in the room.

Tartaglia holds out a hand and you frown at the clear tremor. “Fontaine was a little rough,” he admits. “I don’t recommend fighting a whale for a couple months.”

“A whale? How do you fight a whale?”

“Not easily. And I lost miserably. I don’t like Fontaine’s Iudex--though I want to fight him again one day---, but I’m not sure I’d have survived if he and the traveler hadn’t intervened.”

“You were never careful with yourself,” you comment. “Even less so after your three day disappearance.”

Ajax huffs. “This wasn’t my fault. There was a lot of weird stuff going on.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure. You know you go looking for trouble and when you aren’t it has a habit of finding you.”

“You know me so well, my Lisichka.”

“I thought we were too old for pet names like that, Ajax.”

“Says who? You were my Lisichka when we were kids. Why can’t you be now?” 

You raise your eyes to the sky, where the constellations lay hidden.

“Because if you keep using pet names like that, I’m going to get the impression that you’re not just a childhood friend.”

Ajax reaches over and cups your cheek, turning your face so that your eyes meet his. “If you did I would be awfully happy. I’ve been trying to get your attention for years.”

“You mean…”

“Silly fox, I have liked you for a while now.”

“I bet I’ve liked you longer.”

“You wanna bet?”

Tartaglia tosses your fishing rod to the side and opens his arms to you. “Will you be mine?”

You let him pull you close, brows furrowing when the movement makes him stiffen. You rest a hand on his shoulder, feeling the bandages that deform his sweater.

“Of course, but please, please be more careful.”

“I love you, Lisichka, but I can’t make that promise.”

“I know. It was worth asking.”

As you start to doze in the safety, you can’t help but ask, “Why Lisichka?”

Ajax laughs, smiling into your hair. “Because, a teenage me had no other way to flirt with his best friend and you looked so cute playing in the snow.”

You join him in laughter. “I guess you win.”

“Oh?”

“I started running from you because I realized that I wanted it to be more.”

You yawn, eyes fluttering shut.

“Sleep, Lisichka. I will be here when you wake.”

[ray935sworld]

Okay serious question, how do I keep a friend away who I stopped seeing as a friend due to dismiss and ignoring of my feeling and he has romantic feelings and asked me out multiple times/ made hints about a what could have been despite knowing I'm not into men?

Edit: Okay! He is blocked now and yes I had a ray that's not normal moment

[figurativepieceoftrash]

When people write Yoichi and make him socially competent and cool and effectively flirty it makes my blood boil

Like girl that man had the childhood socialization of a feral raccoon. His only frame of reference for human interaction was fucking. Afo, of all people. until he taught himself read, at which time he decided to model his entire personality and worldview after a cheesy one-dimensional comic book hero in elastic tights. He presumably never attended any form of standardized schooling. I'm willing to bet he's never had a real job. He probably received his first and most formative exposure to the concept of romance from fucking comic books, of all things

Stop making him normal and well adjusted, you are depriving him of what little implied narrative flavor he has been given!!! He is weird!!! He is socially inept!!! He did not know what indoor plumbing was until he was at least twelve!!! He reasonably must've internalized at least some degree of his brother's batshit behaviors and belief system considering that they were literally all he was exposed to during his formative years!!!

Justice for loser freak Yoichi, you'll always be real in my heart 😔

[deathnguts]

@bartylusmicrofic

Prompt 5: joint

(Sorry this is late)

CW: minors doing and selling drugs (just weed, which was not legal in Scotland in the 70s, but cmon it’s just weed), brief mention of domestic abuse (just a joke about Barty’s shitty dad)

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Barty never really cared about the stigma surrounding non-muggleborn wizards being involved with muggle shit. If muggles made something he wanted, he’d take it. Who the fuck cared who made it? He smoked muggle cigarettes, lit them with muggle lighters, listened to muggle music, and dressed like a muggle punk. Who was gonna stop him?

But what he hadn’t done (yet) was muggle drugs. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it until he found out that the hufflepuff Evan liked so much was selling muggle shit.

So Barty, being the open minded connoisseur that he is, bothered Evan to get him some until he got annoyed enough to do it.

Barty was waiting on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He decided he regretted not going with Evan because having nothing to do but wait was so much worse than having to witness Evan flirt with a guy who probably didn’t even know boys could kiss other boys. But he didn’t have to wait much longer after that thought before Evan strolled into the room and threw a small bag, filled with something that looked like moss, onto his chest with a little too much force to be friendly.

“Woah, no need to get violent, Rosie.” Barty whined as he sat up, watching the little bag slide down into his lap.

Evan scoffed and rolled his eyes, “you can take being beat by your dad, you can take a bag of grass.”

Judging by how sunny Evan was being, Barty figured the flirting had gone very well. But Evan had bought him drugs so he would be quiet today. How sweet of a friend he was.

“Where’s Reg?” Evan asked over his shoulder as he flopped on his back onto Regulus’ empty bed.

“Where do you think?” Barty answered with his own eye roll as he opened the little bag. Regulus could be found in one of two places during his entire stay at Hogwarts, and that was the dorm and the library. It was a little different now that he had prefect duties, but not really.

A smell that Barty had never smelled anything like before wafted from the bag and he had to resist the urge to cough with how it settled in his throat. He’d smoked before, he shouldn’t cough over a sniff of… whatever this was.

“You don’t snort it, idiot.” Evan called.

“I wasn’t, idiot.”

“Well then what were you gonna do, idiot?”

Barty decided to be quiet then, on his own volition and not at all because he couldn’t answer.

Evan chuckled like the bastard he was and rolled over on his stomach to face Barty. “Alright, gimme the bag and a book you don’t care about.”

“… what the fuck did you two do?” Regulus grumbled, tucking his nose under his sleeve to hide it from the offending scent choking up their dorm.

Barty, honest to Circe, could not find it in his muddled brain to answer.

“Just some down time, Reg,” Evan answered for him. He seemed to be handling the smoke a lot better than Barty, considering he could talk all and good despite currently smoking even more than Barty had.

Barty watched Regulus sigh and drop his bag at the foot of his bed, next to Evan’s feet. “You’re on my bed.”

“Uh-huh.” Evan hummed as he took another drag.

“Move, you high bastard.”

“Go lay with Barty. Look how lonely he is.” And then they were both looking over at him and he couldn’t control his face enough to stop staring back. Had he actually blinked in a while? Now that he was thinking about it, he didn’t think so… woah.

“How much did you give him?” Regulus asked as he slipped his fingers into Barty’s hair. When had he gotten close enough to do that? Meh, whatever. Barty wasn’t gonna complain, so he just leaned into the welcome touch. Barty couldn’t help the smile that painted on his face when he nuzzled into Regulus’ hand. He didn’t remember closing his eyes but he was vaguely aware that the only sense that was working was his sense of touch. And hearing. Kind of. Was he underwater?

“I didn’t feed it to him by the spoonful, Reg. He took what he wanted.”

“And that’s unusual?”

“See? You’re catching up.”

“Shut up.”

Barty frowned when Regulus’ hand suddenly disappeared from his hair. Where was he going?

Regulus was chuckling, “oh, calm down.” He grumbled in his own, loving, way “Merlin, don’t pout.”

Regulus’ hand was cupping Barty’s chin and his thumb was running over Barty’s lip ring. If he was pouting before, he certainly wasn’t now.

“He’s on another plane right now, Reggie.” Evan muttered as he took yet another hit.

“You’re on the way.”

“Here’s to hoping.”

There was some shuffling on the bed and when Barty opened his eyes his head was propped onto Regulus’ lap like the world’s greatest pillow. His delicate fingers were combing back through Barty’s hair but Barty wasn’t focused on that anymore. How could he be focused on anything else when he was looking up at his beautiful boyfriend’s beautiful face? Regulus was still talking to Evan but Barty couldn’t hear them. Regulus was so beautiful.

His lips were pink and perfect and Barty knew they were soft. He liked watching them move when he talked. His nose was arched like a Greek god and Barty would offer as many hecatombs as he could if Regulus asked. He had a million moles dotting his milky skin like his own inverse galaxy. BARTY didn’t care much about astrology, but he would if it was about this sky. His eyes were a cold, icy gray that swam with the softest blue. Barty wasn’t an empty headed, drooling flirt or anything, but he could honestly stare into Regulus’ eyes forever and be completely content until he dropped dead and blind. In fact…

He sat up and nudged Regulus to lay back so he could rest his chin on Regulus’ chest and get a better look.

“Oh Salazar.” Piped up Evan with a rumbling laugh deep from his chest. But Barty wasn’t listening because Regulus was laughing too and Barty felt his heart singing in his chest.

“Barty, what-“ he was interrupted by his own giggles. “What are you doing?”

Regulus’ smile was wonderful. The real one. The tight, knowing one that he showed everyone outside his four walls was certainly hot, but he beloved the real thing more. It was private, just for him and those close to his heart, and it was perfect. It bled flush into his cheeks and spread his perfect lips enough that he actually showed his teeth. He was always so careful to hide his teeth, just because he viewed the gap he had between them as unsavory. He thought they were to be hidden. He thought a lot of himself was to be hidden.

Well, more for Barty.

“Looking at you.” He answered far too late with a smile he knew was far too dopey.

Regulus’ laughter continued to shake through his chest while Barty continued to gaze at his beauty like a lovesick puppy. It was nice staring at Regulus when his head was all fuzzy. It felt like Regulus was the only thing he could see.

He liked that. He liked that a lot.

[mik3stuff]

Ugh I hate blond Apollo and I think the way Rick wrote him was pretty dirty. Tho I like his character, I still wish he was better writen

[54625]

yeah yeah I get it I'm the fitmc guy yeah I'm one of the fitpac guys yeah but a lot of you don't know the truth - that at the beginning of the QSMP I only got invested thanks to slime and mariana

you got me okay I'll admit it I'm a sleeper slimeriana fan and I miss them with all my heart I've kept it in for long enough now I miss them it's been 84 years where are they

[spacedace]

Working on a fic about Talia running off to raise Damian on her own and sorta just pulling a Bruce on all the kids Bruce has already Bat-adopted (and some he hasn't) and because it spans years and my brain keeps screaming about trying to figure out how old people are/when things happen I'm making a timeline on World Anvil.

And I'm going all in on it. When peeps where born, when they met, major events & plot points all that.

Which includes Talia meeting Bruce for the first time.

And the thing is that World Anvil will let you tag/categorize the events your adding to the timeline and you have no idea how tempted I am to label "Talia meets Bruce" with:

[blood-orange-juice]

The "I'd kill for you. please tell me to kill for you" meme is all well and good but imagine Childe's delight when this is not him but his loved one.

[euphoriaface]

do yall think they explored each other's bodies

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 264

Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 

Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 

He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.

Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.

[teabutmakeitazure]

Dissimulation Childe casually "missing" a mail smelling blood. Come on boy- Either you need to take vacation because your nose is clearly too used to blood either you just want to scare your darling. We do not need to see fingers for that. Between you and assignment deadline, life is already scary enough-

But he sure have his way. I would totally won't let him go if I just received fingers by mail.

by 'missing' that piece of mail, he was sending a message. "this is what will become of you if you do not have me at your side," he says. "so don't even think about leaving me."

dissimulation darling is pretty lax i would say. the implications aren't lost so conflict and discussion is avoided. it is better to ignore and learn lessons quietly than suffer and learn them loudly. the scene with the gun at the market taught a LOT. any and all unfavourable things that happen to darling is because of childe. he purposely lets them occur so that a taste of a possible fate is given and he is painted as a saviour, which he is when in the new part he says he tame and darling thinks "yup. he's right."

he is not tame. one dip of the toes into the ocean of his thoughts and you would either go as red as a tomato over the sheer obscenity or recoil in disgust over his thoughts. they might not even be lewd (not that they aren't). he's just down bad, come on cut him some slack

[p3terpaan]

peter pan psa tbh

[thepromisedbride]

pluto doesn’t get enough recognition for being easily the bravest sailor senshi. i wouldn’t have lasted a week living in a house with uranus and neptune together

[turkeytrey]