#he’s a beautiful boy my dearest treasure

[tangential-hooligan]

My handsome and pretty man…. 🥺🥺🥺🥺 One day, I’ll draw a full body picture of you, but for now- this!!! 💖🥺💖💖

[kaiser1ns]

TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153

[dark-and-kawaii]

The Pet Names

╰› Raphael carries himself with a supreme level of self esteem, and should you be the one who captures his attention, be prepared for endearments as rich as his most exquisite wines. You are not merely his "little mouse" anymore, no you’ve become something much more significant now.

Little Mouse <- Still his favorite

My Dearest

Love

Eternal Bloom Of My Soul <- When he’s in his poetic mood

My Queen

My Duchess

As Raphael leads you onto his grand floor, the lost soul in the corner playing the violin ever so diligently. With a graceful step, your devil draws you close moving in rhythm to the music, his voice a tender whisper, his breath warm against your ear. He murmurs one of these cherished names he’s given you, and oh how it makes the rest of the world fade away in your mind, leaving nothing but the two of you, swaying in a moment meant only for you.

╰› Haarlep is a demon, an incubus, hence it's unrealistic to anticipate endearing pet names at every moment. Nevertheless, it's evident how much Haarlep has developed an attachment to you, and that shows when they slip with something sincere.

Little Dove

Delectable Delight/Treat

Pet

Darling <- Always says it with a smirk and a chime to it.

Play Thing

Brat <- Haarlep loves when you call them a brat as well

Pretty Little Fuck Toy

Bitch In Heat

Bunny <- Haarlep finds it cute because they could devour you whole if they pleased. You’re the perfect little prey for them.

Regardless of the array of belittling names bestowed upon you daily/nightly, you consistently find Haarlep at your side, some form of him always touching you as if to show others you are indeed theirs- a silent declaration of possession. And when Haarlep can’t be around you they wait impatiently on your bed, their tail flickering about restlessly. And once you show yourself, the incubus always strides over towards you seductively, their tail snaking around your thigh to bring you into his chest so that his wings can envelop you.

“Oh, come now, my little dove, must you always wander away for so long?” They lament with a playful pout, “You know every second you’re gone, I’m here wasting away in a sea of sheets without my favorite delectable treat.” They draw you closer, their embrace tightening ever so slightly. “Consider a poor incubus’s heart, won't you? It’s quite cold without you here warming me, afterall.” Haarlep coaxes, their plea wrapped in a cheeky yet sincere veneer of need as he nuzzles against your cheek tenderly.

╰› Zevlor is a grown man, not a mere boy. He holds you in the highest regard, adores you, treasures you, and is prepared to go to any lengths for your sake. His nicknames for you may seem straightforward and unadorned, yet they are laden with affection and are so endearing that they leave you wanting more.

Darling

Sweetheart

My Dear

Beloved

Beautiful

Each night, just before you drift off to sleep, Zevlor tenderly cradles your face and gently presses his forehead to yours, whispering one of these cherished names. As he draws back, he reassures you with a reminder not to fret over him while he's out safeguarding the city. He promises that, regardless of what happens, he will return to you, ready to envelop you in his embrace as the day concludes.

╰› Rolan is new to pet names, so he’s not necessarily used to this. You’re his first serious relationship/first person he’s ever taken real interest in. But believe me when I say, it doesn’t take long for Rolan to get used to calling you special names. With a voice dripping in self assuredness, Rolan would call you:

Dear

Sweetheart

Pest <- It’s never malicious though

Angel <- always says it with a smirk

Fiesty Little Flirt

Cheeky Brat

Troublemaker/ Trouble

As you entered his dimly lit study, you could smell the scent of old books and melting candles within the room. Rolan feels a shiver of delight as you wrap your arms around him from behind. You could feel how his tail encircles around your waist, pulling you firmly against his back, anchoring you to the warmth of his body. Before you could rest against him he spun within your embrace to cradle your face, “Has my troublemaker come here to lure me away from my duties?” Your cheeks flushed deeply as you simply nod. "How greedy of you," he whispers just as he claims your mouth with his.

[littlemissayu]

Hi, I really love your twisted wonderland fics, especially the ones where the twisted wonderland boys are being fathers, had me fangirling for hours!!! So I was wondering if you could do a Twisted Wonderland Boys x Reader: WEDDING EDITION!! (Proposal, Ceremony(with Wedding dance song), Honeymoon(kinda saucy)), Also with some Chaotic shenanigans? I've been watching a lot of Rom-Com movies lately, especially My Best Friend's Wedding.

A Quick Trip to The Alter

A/N: I wanted to write some sort of wedding headcanons so thank you for the suggestions!! I really love domestic so its nice to get to do it. It might have taken me a while to get to this due to working on something separate, but now I'm gonna spend some time trying to update more.

A/N#2: I don't remember the last time I was editing this but geez, it's taking me long to post anything at all, I've had ZERO inspo the whole summer, and now school's starting up again by the time I'm writing this author's note, but let's hope I get this out b4 September lol. Let's also hope somehow school will motivate me to be more active in posting A/N#3: I lied I wasn't gonna get this out before September, I apologize. As I am writing this authors note it is 9/17/24 and i've only finished Riddle's part....

Pairings: Heartsabyul x FEM!reader (romantic)

Proposal-

It's romantic obvi, he's so awkward, not to mention atp that he's proposing you guys have been dating for 5 years MINIMUM.

It was a sunny afternoon and the two of you were having tea out in your backyard right by the newly blooming roses. The table was filled with white rose red and (ur fav color). As you two were sitting Riddle was so obviously nervous, and when he spoke up you could hear the nerves in his voice.

“ Dearest, we’ve had a wonderful 5 years together, you’ve been the greatest addition to my life. Without you I feel like a kingdom without its ruler, lost and chaotic”

Riddle’s face was redder than his hair you might’ve mistaken him for a Christmas tree skirt.

“There is nothing more fulfilling than spending all my days in your presence. Your absence is my worst nightmare and your smile is my greatest treasure. A treasure I want to cherish for the rest of our existence”

You finally notice the black velvet box in his hand. He drops to a single knee in front of you, at your mercy. Looking up at you with pleading eyes he ask-

“My Darling Rose, will you become my Queen of Hearts?”

Ceremony-

The ceremony is in a banquet hall, filled to the brim with red and roses. Your favorite color and the blood red compliment the white decor and clam lights.

Riddle was at the end of the aisle, the nervousness on his face was evident. Trey as his best man at his side Cater in tow. And when you finally walk down the isle it's like time freezes in place, and his heart stops, seeing you all done up in your stunning attire, hair, makeup, and just everything about this moment was perfect. His heart warmed, a feeling of home washing over him.

"My dearest, Y/N, you are my peace and my home, everything that I am and will be is with you. The name on my heart is yours. I will spend every second of everyday devoting myself to you and our love. Being your husband is a title I will cherish for all my days"

Wedding song: Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey(instrumental orchestral version/Great Gatsby ver.)

Riddle would want the first dance to be romantic and classy just like you guys and this entire wedding, so y'all are totally slow dancing to this song, because the orchestral version just sounds romantic and grand(especially the ver. from the lady on TikTok who was walking down the isle to it iykyk)

Honeymoon-

I feel like ya'll would go somewhere in the country side, whatever the equivalent to the french countryside, where you guys will be in a beautiful vacation home there surrounded by fields of wildflowers and small fruits growing on bushes nearby, with a small town down the road. While Riddle would enjoy going out into he town with you and learning it's history and culture, he'd also enjoy other honeymoon activities in the comfort of your comfy vacation home, besides even the bedroom is so gorgeous it's only right to use it for one of it's many purposes.

Proposal- It will catch you so off guard. Picture this it's a night after a long day at the bakery and the two of you are walking home together as usual. He asks to walk a long route because it's more scenic and your like sure so you guys are walking and you stumble across a huge willow tree, specifically a weeping willow and you see two initials one are his and the one at the end of the plus has your first initial and his last initial so you joke how it would take a wedding ring to make that happen and he just says "So let's make it happen, Y/N L/N, would you make the decision to not only share a last name, but a lifetime together?"

Ceremony-

I dunno why but I'm convinced yall get married in a garden or something. Think about it a nice forest with luscious trees and greenery, complemented by the fresh white and complementing amber color, as you make your way down the isle the standing their a we smile on his face as you come down the isle. His family and yours watched the two of you in awe and filled with love in their hearts and their eyes.

"Y/N, so much is beautiful about you, your eyes, your hair, your teeth, your smile, your warm embrace, and your sweet face. But nothing can compare to the beauty of your love, the most precious gift anyone could give me. Now I don't have to waste a second yearning for your love cause now I'll wake up to it in the morning and it'll give me the peace I need to sleep at night. I will spend every second of everyday trying to give you the love you give me tenfold and more because you are so worthy of that love and anything you could ever ask for. Thank you for being mine."

Wedding Song: Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers and Grover Washington Jr.

Vintage, romantic, classy. This is the song Trey would guide you in an intimate waltz with all his friends and family watching. Romance is in the air and everyone can feel the love between you two. And while the two of you are waltzing he's whispering all the things he plans to do to you the minute you're left alone.

Honeymoon-

Now if you've noticed I am RUNNING with this greenery theme but you two would spend your week away together on a lovely lake house that you rented for a week(or however long). The sweet sounds of birds chirping and the sun peeking through the small crack in the curtains as the sounds of the outside relaxed the two of you. The smell of the forest filled your nostrils from the small crack in the window. resting you head on his bare chest and the two of you are cuddled up under the covers. No view the lake could give would be better than the sight of him on top of you.

Proposal-

Think about it like this, the two of you are on a vacation together and he takes you to a private romantic dinner to commemorate your last day there (and take some cute pics for the gram). You finish taking pics and he mentions the beauty of the view. "But it would be more beautiful if you were in a wedding dress" you turn to look at him "And why would I-"

"How about a diamond to become a diamond for starters?"

Ceremony-

An evening/late afternoon ceremony. It's in a gorgeous town hall with marigolds and roses to compliment the warmth from the love that was bouncing off the walls. And as you walked down the isle in a dress that complimented and flattered you in ways that didn't seem possible. And as Cater looked at you, making steps closer and closer to be his wife, his heart melted. Only you could tell that at this very moment he wanted to shed a tear(ugly cry) at the sight of you. Everything in this moment felt complete.

"Thank you for giving me your love and affection. Nothing about you could ever compare to the love of anyone else, you are my home and my heart rest in your hands. Your delicate loving embrace holds my heart dear and guards it from the dangers of the world. My love for you is everlasting, every second of everyday my love for you will increase tenfold and all I want is to serve and love you the way you deserve as not only the fantabulous person you are but the way my wife deserves"

Wedding Song: Die with a Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga

Man maybe it's just cause I'm obsessed with this song, but I can just picture Cater and his new stunning wife dancing in the romantic lighting of the wedding reception to this heart warming song, that makes me wanna fall in love with someone so baddddd.

Honeymoon-

Whatever the equivalent to Greece in twisted wonderland that is exactly where your going. Think mamma Mia vibes. Maybe you're on an island, an island by the mainland with a Airbnb (well the test equivalent) that's right near the water with a stunning view, and you guys are near a market place too. You're out on the balcony where you're looking out into the sea as your husband wraps his arms around, his bare chest out and his head resting between your neck near the bruises and marks from the night before were, ones that he made sure were their himself.

Proposal- A part of me wants to say that he just randomly asks one day while you guys are eating dinner but I'mma trust him and say that he put some effort behind this because he loves you. So let's say you two were at a dinner with his family, and strangely enough the topic of marriage is brought up every so often. "You know lilies are pretty wedding flowers" "Don't you think that a summer wedding would be better than a winter wedding?" "Isn't the idea of settling down just darling, especially if you've been dating for a while, just seems like the logical next step doesn't it?". The only reason you weren't heavily suspicious is cause they always pondered out loud when you two would tie the knot. So by the time you left you hadn't really thought much about it. As you two head back to the car Ace asked if you wanna take a walk by the park that was only 20 minutes away walking and you were down. The walk was mostly quite the two of you just enjoying the scenery that there was to appreciate in the Queendom. Once you get to the park you two are walking deeper and deeper when you notice a small empty area near the flowers where fairy lights are set up? The fairy lights are hanging up on the branches of two trees and it was stunning, Rose petals dabbled around the area and you look at it in awe as your distracted you hear Ace clear his throat and you turn to him, on a single knee.

"Y/N, we've been together for, a while and I think I'm ready to spend my life with you, not as my girlfriend but as my wife, so would you like to be my wife?"

Ceremony-

An intimate wedding in a stunning garden. And there is totally fairy lights because when I think of Ace for some reason I think of fairy lights. Like imagine the fairy lights entangled in the seat to light your way to him and all the Rose petals and the smiles of your families. A beautiful arch adorned with roses the color of blood and ones a pure white as a compliment. Hints of gold everywhere really harp on the warm feel. Ace looks at you smirking, trying not to laugh, not cause anything's funny, just cause the fact this is even happening feels so unreal, you're seriously about to become his wife.

"Y/N, thank you choosing to stay by my side. I can be a hassle sometimes, you tell me as much, but you've never left. You've loved me and cared for me every step of the way. I plan to spend the rest of my days living up to being the perfect, or somewhat perfect, husband you deserve. I don't think I'll ever reach that standard but I'll do my damned hardest trying to. If you were to cut my heart open all you'd find is you, anything and everything about you. That is what I live for, to be your husband."

Wedding Song: I Think They Call This Love by Elliot James Reay

This song is so damn romantic and if Ace had to define you guys love I'm confident this is what he'd pick. If you haven't heard it listen to it please this song is so good and I really think it embodies Ace's love. If you've read my Rom-Com song picks you'll understand why, this song and that one have the same vibe in my opinion.

Honeymoon-

Yall totally going to like the TWST equivalent of Portugal. Imagine site seeing, Ace would say it's boring but he'd secretly be invested in the beauty of the culture and history. Especially all the palaces and market places. He loves it, the views are fabulous, the foods fantastic and the people are great. But his favorite part of this place isn't the white sand beaches, the detailed architecture or even the culture that was built into the place. His favorite part is when you two are left alone in your resort room when he's left to be between the warmth of your legs. Eyes to eyes, skin to skin. Yeah that's definitely the best part

Proposal-

He's nervous af. Sweaty palms, racing thoughts, stuff movements. This man is STRESSED. You two are taking a romantic blastcycle ride at sunset when he stops a cliff with a stunning view of a valley. You can just feel the nervousness radiating off of him and you rub his forearm to calm him, chuckling you ask him what's up and his face becomes flushed as he looks over his shoulder to the view right by the two of you as he begins to speak

"Y/N, you know that I love you.I'd do anything to ensure your happiness, even if it was without me. You're special to me, and that's why I hope you can have your happy beginning with me. Will you marry me?"

Ceremony-

Totally in a like a small chapel, with friends and family surrounding the two of you. The blue chrysanthemums and white jasmines decorate the chapel. The soft music of the wedding march playing as you make your way to him. He's sobbing. uncontrolably. You're just such a vision in white, you're beauty filling him with warmth but his love for you is really what has him in fat tears running down his cheek as he looks at you ever so lovingly, making your way to the start of your life together, forever.

"Y/N, I can barely describe my love for you. It transcends any word or saying or thought. I treasure anything and everything you say, do, think, or express. Your joy is precious and I'd do anything to preserve it and help it grow. I will do my best to be a dutiful and worthy husband. No gem could compare to the pricelessness of your love, everything I do will be to show my love for you."

Wedding Song: Line without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

I have zero logical explanation behind this pick besides the fact this songs like Deuce, not voice wise, but tone wise. Something about this song is so moving and so Deuce kind of love, like this is how he would describe his love for you, but to him it'd never feel like enough, there's so much more to his love for you.

Honeymoon-

Sweden(the TWST equivalent ofc), like imagine you two staying in a quaint yet busy cute Swedish town. The warm lighting of the place and the warmth of the food, the people, the culture. Imagine waking to the sight of pure snow sitting on the buildings and people starting there day, the smell of fresh winter and the warmth of the hot chocolate warming you right up. But nothing can compare to the warmth you get from your now husbands bare skin against yours, warm and comforting. Your limbs entangled together under the sheets, very satisfied from the night before.

A/N: the fact this took me months get over with is ridiculous, let's hope the school year somehow, motivates me to write more. I dunno I guess when I don't feel busy I forget about all my writing but when I feel busy I wanna write desperately. Anyways, Ik I always say this then never release anything BUT FLOOD MY INBOX BABES. I will force myself to sit in front of my computer til I get something out of myself. You guys have great ideas and I'd love to recieve more to release more content, besides the ones I think of ofc.

If y'all think this deserves to be a series lmk, I think I'll actually be up to it

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[forthechubbies]

Love Thy Husband

Kingpin's Son!San x Innocent yet spicy! Chubby! Wife

You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.

Choi San.

II: Bring Me Home ♡ *New*

⚠️ Language, forced marriage, San is a good boy with bad habits, Yn conceals her face with a veil....and San is feral for your modest dressing style. No peep show for San 🙃⚠️

The purpose of a wedding photograph is to immortalize the beauty of that specific moment. Yet, when you stumble upon your own image, it triggers memories of your past yet your in laws so proudly display pictures all over their home. She was abducted by the man she now calls father to settle a overdue debt owed by her birth father.

You shed a tear, remembering your grim past.

As their son finally arrived at the mansion, he discovered his hidden surprise - a gift waiting for him. Despite the mysterious ivory veil that concealed her face, he agreed to accept her without hesitation. Little did he know, the veil was a humble plea from your father, who wished to shield his princess from the dark and dangerous world of the mafia.

The day unfolded before your eyes, obscured by the delicate ivory lace that draped over your face. Gripping the bouquet of baby's breath tightly, your heart pounded as the groom tenderly lifted the veil, allowing it to hover just above your trembling lips.

San's name escaped his lips in a hushed tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your rouge painted lips. Instead of forcefully pulling you towards him, he leaned in, delicately pressing his lips against yours. In the midst of this tender moment, he unintentionally crushed the bouquet.

The kiss, though seemingly pleasant, bore a resemblance to the innocence of toddlers exchanging affectionate pecks. He delicately pressed his lips against your flushed ones, refraining from any further advances. Despite his family now viewing you as his possession, San even restrained himself from touching you.

From that moment on, the vibrant world outside became a distant memory, The majority of your existence now revolves around the presence of your husband, consuming your every waking moment.. Who frankly you couldn't wrap your head around! One moment he’s stern and hostile the next, he’s a sweetheart gentlemen.

Speaking up the devil, There he is, Your phone icon alarmed you of husband’s incoming call. You rolled your eyes before answering. “Hello, San-"

"Omo..you sound like your about to die or worse." San complained under his breath. " You realize I'm your husband and not the grim reaper, yeah?" You could hear his blood simmering.

"Oh, you really had me fooled," you sarcastically remarked. Suddenly, you gasped, gripping your phone tightly, only to berate yourself for your own foolishness right away.

San’s brow involuntarily twitched, disturbed by the sass that escaped your cheeky lips. "What was that?... My dearest," he uttered with a tone that never ceases to send chills down your spine.

You carefully approached him, using his nickname in a soothing tone, "San..nie?" hoping to ease his anger. "My dear husband,” You’re cheeks reddening in embarrassment for actually fearing your husband’s wrath…some would say it should the other way around.

The phone went quiet briefly, only for your man to let out a chuckle that stirs up your fury, playing with you effortlessly. "Impressive, Sannie?.." He arches his eyebrows, making you squeal as he exhales his rugged accent over the line. "Sweetheart, I had no idea you could be this adorable." He taunts you in your mother language.

You are completely oblivious to the depths of your husband's affection for you. His love for you knows no bounds and shines brightly in every aspect of your life.

Especially your body....of what you allow him to see.

You feel safer when concealed from the sun, the man's wild gaze fixated on your delicate ankles and soft hands, pretending to be strong against his threats. You resist him so feebly, he longs to tear off your veil, granting you the illusion of courage to sass him, walk away mid-conversation, and disregard his presence as if he's not a menacing figure linked to the Atz, with his father just a phone call away from silencing your weak father permanently.

"I adore you, Mrs. Choi!!!" Wooyoung's voice echoed through the air, a mix of excitement and mischief. He sprinted towards San, seeking refuge behind him. "That asshole busted my lip," he growled, feeling the sting of his bloody lower lip. But despite the pain, he couldn't help but flash a mischievous smile at his friend, casually draping his arm over his shoulder. "So, how's the lovely wife doing?"

San sound shocked. “ How did you know I was-“

Wooyoung simply grins and nods. "You're adorable when you talk to her," he says with a mischievous smile, teasing his embarrassed friend.

The next thing you know you hear Wooyoung wince in pain, you assumed San hit him like usual followed by "Arghhh!!" Wooyoung biting him as a response.

"Don't fucking bite me, ya little bastard!" San's accent made you flinch, your Korean is far from perfect, and most of the time his words go unnoticed or you simply stare at his lips out of sheer cluelessness. But hey, it's not your fault. You were forcefully taken away from your family and thrown into this marriage with just weeks later.

"Ya! Who are you cursing at, cunt!?!” Wooyoung yelled in response, only to be met with a menacing voice hurling threats at them..

San's eyes gleamed with mischief as he glanced at the towering goon. "Hey, Woo, is this your buddy?" he asked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Sorry, Honey, gotta go," he said, his voice dripping with allure as he abruptly ended the call. The unmistakable sound of San ruthlessly overpowering the goon echoed in the background.

Overwhelmed by the harsh truth, you found yourself standing in complete silence, consumed by the weight of this new reality.

[aheathen-conceivably]

Dearest Zelda,

First let me say what a joy it was to receive your latest letter! Truly I was so delighted upon seeing it in the mailbox that I ran straight for Isaiah. He is not one to worry, but when our latest contact to the address we had for you in New Orleans once again went unanswered, I fear even he had begun to grow concerned. 

I am delighted to read that your silence was not without good reason, and to see the wedding portrait you sent of you and Antoine as well as the photo of your daughter. How she has grown since we last saw her! She is not much younger than our eldest now, who I fear every day is so like your brother there is simply no one thing in this world that can tame her.

It does sound like your Violette is much the same, and how much joy it brings me to think that perhaps it is Florence’s spirit manifesting through them.

Our youngest have also begun to grow like weeds, much to my chagrin. Does it ever seem like sometimes you awaken and it’s as though the grass has grown a foot overnight? That is oft how I feel looking at them, and Rosalie seems to desire all the independence of her namesake. 

She wasn’t but a day over six when she began poking into Rosella’s old room, curiously pulling forth toys and books from the gathered dust like a miniature treasure hunter. Truthfully, I could not tell you why your brother and I had yet to bring the room back into the light of day. Once you took the portrait from it it was like a pall had lifted, but I feared that stirring it would upset your brother’s long-standing grief over your mother, so I daren’t say a word. 

But as children often do, Rosalie saw little of that other than a space to call her own, and we have now finally found the heart through her to give it a new life. I do hope your sister would love to see her in there, playing dolls and writing grand romantic stories for them aloud to her ever attentive twin. It is a joy to see them rediscover the beauty in the world that pain often hides, is it not?

Have you written to Virginia as well? I fear she may not be quite as conscious of the time that has gone by. With the dissolution of The Women’s Political and Social Union, her work has turned increasingly to involvement with the Women’s Labor League, eventually coming to the attention of the Labor Party themselves. 

I will admit that I am not as informed on the goings on of London as I perhaps should be, but even still it came as no surprise when the party nominated her as their candidate for Member of Parliament. As she so painstakingly explained it, the party itself has suffered great losses from their prominence in the 20s, what with the general bias of their associations with the communists and their seeming inability to stop the rampant unemployment that has taken hold even here. 

I suppose she is fully aware that this was the cause for her nomination, as she was able to run more on the merit of her charitable associations than the negative reputation the party has recently taken on. Yet if she was surprised that this platform worked, she has never let on; but her work in the House of Commons has all but taken over her life since her election in 1931. How I do miss her and Wally, but that doesn’t stop me from wishing that she keeps her seat in the upcoming election of ‘35, even if it means we will see less of them than ever.

I imagine that what little free time she has is now spent nearby at Oxford, where Wally was accepted upon his graduation from secondary school. While I’m sure being the son of a governing member of parliament was not a mark against him, I have no doubt he was accepted there on the merits of his intelligence alone. Even from the small amount of time he spent here in his teen years, it was clear to me what a bright boy he was. 

I am told he is majoring in physics there, a field that even in the briefest explanations Virginia has given me is quite beyond my comprehension. I suppose what else are we to expect with Virginia as his mother? I’m sure he’s had but the most informative, intellectual upbringing, even when it must have been colored by the high expectations that I can only imagine your sister set for him.

Despite her near constant work and best attempts to shield her vulnerability, there are moments when we speak and it seems as though Wally's departure brought forth much of the buried sentimentality within her. I suppose under it all she is but a mother like us all, proud of her child and yet sorrowful as his life grows beyond her own.

Before I sign off your brother has instructed me to ask you to include the most minute of details regarding your predicaments with the soil in your next letter. He has also asked me to attach a veritable field guide of advice, although I have told him that everything you have written points to the fact that you are in waters we could not navigate any better even if we tried.

I must admit that when I hear the word soil I think simply of the ground beneath verdant green grasses or darkened Bramblewood canopies. It makes me realize just how little of the world I have seen, but also how lucky we have been even in the throes of what seem to be such tumultuous times. I can only hope that such good fortune will last in England for many years to come, and that some of our knowledge may bring success to your efforts as well.

I must once again thank you for the photo of you and Antoine on your wedding day. We’ve placed it in our living room next to the photo of your mother and father when they were wed, as seems only right. In return I have also included a photo of all of us when we were last together to visit Wally’s new home in Oxford; although I’ll be the first to admit I do hope we spend the next high holiday together in Henford instead. Anything that close to London makes me long for the forest more than anything else.

Your mother once told me that she sent you every photo we took, and that you have been collecting them over the years. I hope this can make a welcome addition to such a tradition, and do always know that you are welcome here should you ever find need of solace in the place you once called home. 

Your sister in marriage,

 Summer Darlington

[hisui-dreamer]

an exchange for a spark

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader

Synopsis: Knowing Azul, everything would come at a cost, but sometimes you get more than what you asked for in an exchange.

Tags: childhood friends, fluff, reader is a mer, mentions Azul's past, little mermaid references, bot proofread

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: congrats to Azul fans who won the poll for our resident businessman!

Azul tsum came home in the JP server so here's some fluff for our dearest tako! this takes place before NRC and the boys are in pre-teens

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Azul's heart skipped a beat as you neared him, your scales reflecting a stunning array of colours that reminded him of opalescent shells. Your beauty was ethereal, a sight to behold, and Azul couldn't help but feel like a mere speck in comparison. He recognised you instantly; the mermaid who never failed to light up the area, the one with the infectious smile and bright eyes that sparkled like diamonds in the demure rays of sunlight refracted into the depths of the sea.

You were the popular one in school, your every move and word fawned over by your classmates, while he was the outcast hiding in his octopus pot, fearing the bullies who would make fun of him.

An odd pair; but the two of you were close friends. He supposed it was inevitable, given how often your family frequented his mother’s restaurant, bringing the two of you together in an unexpected way.

"Hey there, Azul!" you sang out, your tail propelling yourself towards him. As you approached, you saw Azul perched on a counter, a look of surprise on his face as he looked up. His tentacles were completing multiple tasks at hand, keeping track of the inventory of his mother's restaurant, flipping through pages of an old book, and writing on multiple sheets of parchment. "Oooh, what are you reading?" you asked.

Azul smiled, pausing his tasks to focus on you. "It's a grimoire on terrestrial magic," he replied, the interest evident in his voice.

"Wow! That’s way ahead of what they’re teaching in class! Can you show me?" You asked eagerly.

His smile turned sly, and you knew instantly that there was a catch. "Of course, but it'll cost you," he said, pushing his glasses up with a flick of his hand.

You giggled, knowing that he always had something up his sleeve. "What do you want, Azul?"

Azul's eyes glinted mischievously, and you could tell he was up to something. One of his tentacles reached out and gently tilted your chin upward. "Your most prided quality, of course. How about... your voice?"

You blinked, before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Hahaha Azuzu! You and I both know you'd miss my voice too much!"

Azul's lips curved into a tender smile, exuding affection as his silver tongue wove compliments like a skilled weaver crafting an intricate tapestry. "You are right, your voice is a treasure beyond compare, and I could not bear to take it away from you," he murmured, but you could only shake your head fondly at his words. "But tell me, Angelfish, what else can you offer me?"

You paused, your mind spinning like a school of fish caught in a whirlpool. Then, a sudden flash of recollection struck you, and you reached into your satchel, fumbling around to pull out a small sack, handing it to him as your fins fluttered with exhilaration. "I almost forgot, here!" you exclaimed. "I got this for you."

As you handed it to Azul, he shifted towards you, taking the sack curiously. "What is it?" he asked, his excitement building as he examined the sack like an archaeologist uncovering a long-lost artefact.

"It's a surprise," you giggled. "Open it up and see for yourself!"

Azul's fingers trembled with anticipation as he gingerly unfurled the sack's opening, revealing a bounty of treasures within. A cascade of glimmering coins spilt forth, gleaming like the dying sun cresting over the ocean's horizon. As if holding a precious gem, he carefully plucked one of the golden coins from the pile, entranced by its lustre. Its surface glinted and shone, reflecting its metallic sheen into his aquamarine eyes. A radiant grin bloomed across his face, illuminating his features with pure delight.

"I've never seen this one before! You collected these for me?" he exclaimed, his voice full of wonder. "How thoughtful of you, Angelfish. I will add them to my collection." He looked up at you and coughed at his open display of joy, quickly returning to his businesslike demeanour. "Ahem, since you have been so kind to me, it is only fair I give you a show in return."

You couldn't help but feel a thrill of glee and curiosity. "Ooh! What is it?" you asked eagerly.

Azul's smile returned, and he leaned in closer to you. "I can show you a little trick I learned," he divulged in a hushed tone, "I can conjure fire."

"Fire?" you repeated incredulously. "But that’s… isn’t that only possible on land? They can’t… uhm... burn...? here, right?"

Azul chuckled softly, amusement gleaming in his expression. "Normally, no, fire cannot exist underwater," he explained. "But I found a way to conjure air simultaneously to feed the fire. I can make fire burn even here."

Azul raised his hand, murmuring an incantation under his breath. Suddenly, a small flame appeared in the palm of his hand, flickering and dancing like a playful fish, its warm light casting beautiful patterns on the sand below. Noticing the wonder in your eyes, a soft murmur escaped his lips. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered. "Up on land, humans use fire for illumination, cooking, and all sorts of things."

You nodded in understanding, your mind already racing with the possibilities. "It's amazing," you murmured in awe.

Azul turned to you, a look of satisfaction on his face. "I'm glad you think so, Angelfish," he smiled.

As you drew nearer to the crackling flames, you felt a jolt of awareness coursing through you, as if an invisible force were pulling you towards Azul. His warm breath, like a pleasant gust of wind, caressed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You gazed up to meet his eyes, so alike shimmering pools of liquid sapphire, radiating with a mesmerising allure. The reflection of the blazing fire danced in his eyes, as if mimicking the fiery passion that was stirring inside you.

For a moment, you both stood there, caught in a trance-like state, as if time itself had come to a halt. The heat emanating from the fire and Azul's body enveloped you in a cocoon of warmth, making you feel safe and protected. You could hear the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat, akin to the steady beat of the ocean waves, in perfect synchronicity with your own.

As if propelled by some unknown force, the words that had been burning inside you tumbled out of your mouth, unfiltered and raw.

"I really like you, Azul," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and vulnerability.

Azul's eyes widened in shock, but you caught a glimpse of hope flash across his face before he diverted his gaze to the ground. His hands ceased to hold the fire, now folded across his torso in a vulnerable stance.

"Angelfish... I... But your friends," he started, attempting to pull away from you.

Determined to make your feelings known, you interrupted him, grabbing his shoulders to gain his attention. "I don't care about my friends," you reassured. "I care about you, Azul. You're smart, and kind and sweet. I like you, no matter what anyone else thinks."

Azul's gaze softened, the worry etched into his features fading away as he drank in your words. He reached out, his fingers intertwining with yours, imbuing you with a sense of security and comfort. "My dear Angelfish," he marvelled, his voice filled with affection, "you have no idea how much that means to me."

Overcome with emotions, you leaned in, your lips colliding with Azul's in a tender, all-consuming kiss. It was a kiss of unbridled emotion, the sweetness of it threatening to intoxicate you both. It was as though the world had stilled, and all that remained was the two of you, lost in each other.

Azul wrapped his strong arms around you, enveloping you in his embrace. His tentacles curled around you like vines, pulling you deeper into his embrace. The heat of his skin and the softness of his lips were like a symphony to your senses, causing your heart to race with a mix of passion and delight-

"Azul~"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your reverie, causing both of you to jump apart. You looked around and saw the twins, their faces beaming with grins as they called out to you. "Oh? What's happening over here?" Jade teased, his gaze alternating between you and Azul.

You felt a flush creeping up your neck as you tried to compose yourself. "Just catching up, that's all," you replied, hoping to avoid any further scrutiny.

Azul, on the other hand, was incredibly flustered. His heart raced in his chest, and his pulse quickened as if he had just been caught in the act of doing something wrong. His tentacles twitched nervously as he struggled to regain his composure, but his embarrassment was plain to see. With a forced smile, Azul tried to hide his discomfort as he greeted the eels. "Ahem, hello, Jade, Floyd," he coughed, his voice betraying a hint of strain. "We were just...uh...talking. Nothing...nothing important."

The eels snickered at his failed attempt, unconvinced by his dismissive response. "Well then, don't let us interrupt your... talking," Jade remarked with a sly wink. "Come on, Floyd, let's give them some space... for now." He added the last part with a sly twinkle in his eye, sharing a knowing look with his brother before they swam away.

As the two of you were left alone, you couldn't help but adore the deep flush of his cheeks. Unable to resist the allure of his charming blush, you cupped his jaw and pecked his cheek. Your lips brushed against his skin, leaving behind a trail of warmth and affection. When you pulled away, you were greeted with the sight that only warmed your heart further, his blush deepening like a sunset spreading across the horizon, painting the sky with a spectrum of colours.

Truly, how could anyone ever find someone as endearing as him dislikeable?

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[hyperfixationstation128]

The Burdens of The Father

Pairing: Gale x Tav though Tav doesn't make an appearance in the story.

Words: 1,091

TW: Non-explicit mentions of Gale's abuse at the hands of Mystra.

Summary: The joy of Gale's son showing off his newfound powers is quickly soured by memories of Gale's past. Now he must find a way to explain the price of magic to his dearest treasure.

Big shoutout to @bladesandbhaalspawn for inspiring me to write this with their additions to my silly lil post about how Gale would be terrified as a father to a magical son. Your story ROCKED!

They say that you never truly know the dangers of the world until you become a parent. That you’ll never be filled with more dread than when you first hold your baby in your arms. Gale had always thought to himself that he would never be fit to be a father. That he’d be too cruel, or too lenient, too something! Until the day came when he held his child in his arms. His son. He had never seen something so beautiful in his life. This pure, sweet child that had his bearings, who’s smile could brighten even the deepest of darkness, who’s laughter was enough to fill anyone’s heart with elation, this child was his greatest love.

“You will never want for anything… my son, my love. I will always be here for you.”

That was his vow that day. And he strived to live up to every word! His son never knew hunger, nor anger, nor the paralyzing claws of fear. Their home was one filled with love, with laughter and joy. It was hard not to love someone who looked at you like you hung the moon, like you painted the skies just for them. To a child, their parents are their first gods. And to a parent, their child is their greatest joy… and greatest source of fear.

Eight years had passed since the birth of his son Drystan; Eight years of blissful ignorance… Eight years of freedom. All since were dashed now as his beloved son came bounding into Gale’s library, his brown eyes aflame with excitement, his grin pulled so wide it made his cheeks puff.

“Father! Father!” He cried, his hands outstretched.

Gale instantly abandoned the assignments he was grading to turn to his son, hoisting him onto his lap and tousling his hair. “My, you’re in a delighted mood! What splendor has befallen you to warrant such a smile?” He poked Drystan’s cheeks lightly.

The boy scrambled from his father’s lap and stood before him, beaming with pride as he stretched out his hands. “I got a trick to show you!”

“You have a trick to show me.” He corrected, tapping his son’s nose.

Too excited to argue like he normally would, Drystan extended his arms before him. Gale assumed he had finally mastered the cartwheel he’d been practicing, or maybe he was going to put on another play he’d written, anything except what he was about to witness.

With a scrunched nose and tightly shut eyes, his son made a concentrated face, his small hands trembling slightly. A few beats of silence followed until in an instant, blue light flew from the boy’s fingertips, forming a near perfect sphere in his hands. With a grunt of effort, he threw his arms in the air, illuminating the entire office in azure light. Soft glitters of Weave sprinkled around them like pixie dust before fading completely.

Gale gaped in amazement at his son’s performance, his eyes wide and beginning to sting with proud tears. How incredible! How fantastic! Not even he had been able to conjure such control over his magic as a boy! He was a natural, a prodigy! Just… just like he had been when he was Drystan’s age. Just like he had been when Elminster came and proclaimed him one of the Chosen… Mystra’s chosen. Gale’s smile fell, his forehead wrinkling with a worried frown. Mystra… she had named him her chosen all those years ago. She had taken him by her side when he was his son’s age. She trained him, she guided him… she used him.

Fear gripped Gale’s heart and he looked to his son. His sweet, innocent boy, with his glittering eyes and tousled brown curls. He had no idea what this would mean for him. What future awaited him as his powers continued to grow. The thought of Mystra placing her godly hands upon his son was enough to make him sick. The memories of how he was made to believe he was worthless unless he used his magic, of how he’d grown so desperate for her approval that he nearly killed himself for her had soured what should have been a wonderful moment between father and son.

No. No, he wouldn’t let that happen! The goddess may have blessed Drystan with her gifts, but she would not have him! She would not taint this loving, naive boy with her sick games! She will never get to lay her hands on him and manipulate him with honeyed words and false promises. His son would never know the price of her shared knowledge. Not while Gale still drew breath!

Gale knelt down to Drystan’s level, firmly holding his small hands and giving him a stern look. “Listen to me, my son. You must never do that again. Do you understand? Never let anyone see you do that.”

Drystan frowned like a kicked puppy, puzzled by his father’s reaction. “Bu… but… You always told me magic was a gift! That magic was everything to you! Why aren’t you proud of me?” His brows knit together.

Gale stuttered, struggling to find the right words to use to make him understand the dangers this could bring. He didn’t get the chance to explain as Dyrystan yanked his hands back and stared back at him with wide, tearful eyes. The look his son gave him was enough to break Gale’s heart. He didn’t know better. And to know his son didn’t think his father was proud of him? Shame filled his heart as his eyes fell to the floor. He was no better than his own father.

With a hefty sigh, Gale reached for his son’s hands, holding them gentler this time. “I will always be proud of you. Never, never doubt that I treasure you exactly as you are.” Tears strangled his throat, his voice breaking. “You are the best gift I could have ever been blessed with - better than any amount of magic the gods could bestow! You’re my son… and I don’t know what I’d do if you were to be hurt.” He pressed a kiss to Drystan’s hands and pulled him into a tight hug.

“What do you mean?”

Another sight fell from his lips and he pulled away, pushing himself to his feet and walking towards the balcony. With a wave of his hand, the doors opened to reveal the nighttime scene outside, before turning back to his son and beckoning him to follow.

“Come… I have a story to share with you.”

[elderberries-and-honey]

Dearest Marmee, 

I must thank you once again for recommending the tickets to the theatre. We have been home about a month now and my wife has not stopped gushing about it to anyone who will listen. I knew she had the soul of a poet but I could have never guessed how much that evening would mean to her.

We were the last to arrive, nearly missing the admissions, as we had stopped off to have our portrait taken there in London. But after all, how could we miss the opportunity to be photographed in our finest clothes, and so in my opinion anyway, we were only fashionably late!

I will admit only to you, some of the play went above my head, but my Winifred, oh how she laughed throughout the entirety of the performance. She understands things like this you see, and I suppose your Jo is likely the same; I think it is something engrained in all the great writers of the world to be able to understand why the curtains are yellow and not blue. 

And boy, does my wife admire Mr. Wilde. She truly believes he will go down in history as one of the greats. She is very fond of all his work, and she suspects we should expect more excellence out of him before his career is finished.

Despite feeling a little out of my depth, I enjoyed myself all the same, especially after Winifred explained that the play mocks the wealthy in subtle ways. Mr. Tree, the gentlemen who played Lord Illingworth, is a galant man taking a slap from Mrs. Arbuthnot that way; how the sound of the sting echoed throughout the entire hall! I was downright shocked, and my wife in stitches, finding it absolutely hilarious. 

At once the show finished, and as Mr. Tree and Mrs. Beere took their bows, everyone cheered for their outstanding talent, and I do believe my wife applauded harder than anyone else in that audience. The show was a treasure, and I trust it will be remembered for generations to come. However, what I will remember most, is my Winifred.

And while everyone marveled at the actors, I couldn’t keep from marveling at my wife instead. Her beauty, her cleverness, her whimsical laughter and dazzling smile, and most of all, her natural aptitude to understand the work...aside from the day we wed, I can't think of a time she has ever appeared more beautiful to me, or more herself.

It was though she belonged there, amongst others who appreciate literature, and my, I can't help thinking what it would be like to sit in that theatre and see her work performed on the stage instead.

I had hoped that our viewing of ‘A Woman of No Importance’ would give her the confidence she needs to be published. It would truly be a shame for the world not to know her work; I encourage gently, but she is stubborn, you see and hardly allows me to read it. She does not recognize her own talent.

Since we've been home though, I have found her early in the morning, asleep at her typewriter more times than I can count. So at the very least, I am pleased to see her passion burning inside once again. Now...if I could only find a way to ignite it.

Yours Sincerely, Lawrence

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[kedsandtubesocks]

CONGRATS, MY DEAREST i can't tell you how happy and proud i am of you for hitting this milestone!! <3

now, for your game: i'm going to send 🏆 + baldur's gate 3 (or red dead or skyrim if its easier) and i'm gonna leave the pedro boy up to you and your creative lil brain!

ily and i'm super happy for you, darling ♥

ERIN MY BELOVED YOU’RE GONNA make mE CRY?!?! 🥺😭😫💕 thank you - for so much honey I couldn’t be here without you and I’m so grateful to have you in my life 💘🥹

🏆 - the game where everyone’s a winner!

- Jack Daniels + Baldur’s Gate 3 -

“So tell me what the fuss is all about, baby. Show me all the Gandalfs you play alongside!” Jack cries excited.

You burst out a small laugh, gently telling him this doesn’t have anything to do with lord of the rings.

“There are elves though.” You add bright.

You first show him your tav and you beam bright when Jack whistles appreciatively. He asks the right questions about why you decided what class you picked, what you liked most about creating this character. He’s intrigued and your heart feels kaleidoscopic.

Until he sees the party.

“Wait, wait…” his voice takes a turn. “Y’didnt tell me there were this many hot ass folks in this game?”

You’re a bit surprised at his reaction.

“Well yeah…that’s why this game kinda has gotten so much attention.” You explain then decide to show him the beautiful array of characters from devilishly handsome Astraion, to dashing Wyll.

Jack stays surprisingly quiet. Now you’re worried you’ve maybe lost him. There are a lot of characters and factors.

Then he suddenly sits up with a firm pout and leans towards the screen.

“Now listen here y’all hot ass people.” He points to the party as if they can hear him. “Sure you can romance my baby all y’all want, but at the end of the day, I get to kiss my darlin’ all to myself ya hear?!”

He declares loud and bright, like a bird claiming its territory.

You can’t help but laugh, a true beautiful laugh and move to lean against him.

“No one can replace you, cowboy.” You reassure him and rub his shoulder.

“Hell yeah baby, not even Legolas can beat me!” Jack adds proudly.

“Again, still not lord of the rings.” You wheeze.

Thank again Erin my honey you’re such a treasure and I adore you 💖

[lilmissfanfic]

The end..

(Please don’t take my work. Readers +18. WARNING child loss mentioned)

Reader has settled happily with Oswald, but also having a past with the one and only Jeremiah Valeska. Now she needs to officially end things with Jeremiah before going out her husband.

(Y/n POV)

I rode in my limo to pick up my one and only. The doors open as I saw the press sorrond him

"Mr. Cobblepot, What's the first thing you'll do as a free man?"

"I shall lay flowers on the grave of my beloved mother with my beautiful loving wife by my side" my husband said

"what is Jim Gordans role in your recocilnation? do you seek revenge?

"the best revenge against Jim Gordon will be a life serving the city I love, by the people I love" he smiled then stopped when he notice something across the street.

I looked over and saw two men looking at him. He asked one of the press something and I looked back over at the two men.

Oswald got in the car with one of the press0 members. They sat across from me on the back side.

"hello Mr. Cobblepot" I said

"Hello, Mrs. Cobblepot. You looking quite beautiful as always." I blushed,, he smiled then he folded his hat. He wore the suit I sent him, A glass spectcal over his blue eye. He looked terrific in my eyes. He looked kinda hot. Enspecally when he yelled at the Press guy to switch coats and take his jacket. The man then left the car as I laughed.

"oh pengy, I fall in love with you everyday." I smiled

"I love you too, my little birdy" He smiled

"driver, to our next destination. I have an erron to run but after that I'm all yours" I smirked as the car began

,"you better" I laughed as he leaned towards me and smashed his lips onto mine but I quickly pulled away

"don't tease" he groweld kissing me again making me giggle.

When we got to the location I broke away from Oswald as he pout

"stay out of trouble while im gone" I said as I booped his nose

"no promises" He smiled as I laughed then kissed him goodbye

"turn around i won't ask again" Barbra said pointing the gun at the women

I hid behide the wall of the old bar well as I saw the once love of my life, 

"surprise" he said behide her. She went hit him but he doge her and pushed her into Ecco who had a knife to her throat.

"easy it's just a surprise party, for you Barbra Keen, in line Queen of Gotham, Buissness Tyson, how exciting. But their was another you. I seem to recall. Wasen't their? Then again thier was another me too. Oh so hard to hold on to what's real. It's enough to drive you mad." he laughed

All of sudden, Barbra daughter ran before I could stop her over throwing a glass where Barbra hit to the flower and turned the knife to Ecco making her stab herself. But Jeremiah shot Barbra in the leg. as the little girl hit him

"cute.. She has your eyes, for now." He picked up the little girl who was still kicking away. He notice Ecco covering her wond

"oh I..I think she nicked me daddy... I.. oh boy" she sighed

"oh dear me, my sweet nongogal, my ecco. Their will be none like you" he smiled

"really?" she smiled. I loaded my gun and shot her. she smiled as she bled out through her mouth and fell onto the floor."

"but she was never you" he said and turned to look at me

"let them go, Jeremiah" I pointed the gun at him

"oh my dearest treasure, look at you, such a big girl" he said hitting the gun against Barbra

"How I missed you, What do you say we play a little game, like old times? Hmm?"

"Barbra, James Gordon will be at your apartment at this second and I want you to deliver a message. okay. okay? okay."

"and what about me?" I asked playing fake hurt

"like always, by my side. My partner in crime, my lover, my dearest treasure. My wife" he laughed

"Hate to break it to you but not anymore, puddin" I said and he laughed

"oh come on, y/n/n. Don't be fussy. Come back to your Daddy, Where you belong, In my arms." He held out his arms but I stood my ground. He began to slowly walk towards me.

"so did we ever did have our baby?" he asked

"no" I said sternly

"No? oh" he said dissapointed

"I lost him... his name was Xander Mark Valaska, after my father.. and his father" Jeremiah stood their

"he was beautiful... Even had your eyes and smile before he passed" I said almost in tears

"Hmm well half to try again later" he shrugged "enough sappy stuff, come on we have work to do" he said emotionless

"hello comssioner, were waiting, the party waiting. But its well pass the princess bed time. It's funny being back here. I can still feel my flesh sizzleing like it melted away. you think so?"

I was tied up to the fence while the little girl hung down on a rope helfd by Jeremiah above the acids,

"Barbra. Miss Mayor, everythings going to be fine" Jim said

"Oh whatever Jim" i rolled my eyes

"personally i think things are far away from fine they can possibly be, Barbra lee. What do I know, I just spent the last ten years in the funny farm." he giggled

"What do you want Jeremiah."

"is thier a Jeremiah here?" 

"so what do I call you" I pulled out my blade and began sawing the rope

"uh.. I don't know call me jack- no that sound right. Joseph, John, Jay, I don't know. I just feel something new here, crawling from the oozing to be something beautiful."

"how long have you been pretending to be brain damage?"

"how long have you been pretending to joke? I know your not pretending- That's far enough James. uh tututu

"you still haven't told me. why? why keep pretending?"

"I was waiting for him to come home. were bond together he and I. One thing I knew for certin, the one thing I knew was true. And I couldn't just abound us.  do you know how it feels to have the one. the only thing you love. ripped away from you. It feels like this" he let go of the rope.

"no!" Jim caught it in time but then Jeremiah stabbed him as he laughed

"doesn't it funny it was. but i'll admit it was fun planning the fun codmissoner." suddenly metal boomerang swung over hitting him

"who's thier? what do you want? show yourself! show yourself!" Jeremiah looked up in shocked. 

"you.." he began laughing till another boomerang hit him in the hand. He laughed eximaning. I got my ropes undone and punched Jere in the face. Gordon pulled her up the girl up

"it's okay" he told her

"get her out of here!" I said as Jeremiah began to come back. He began laughing once more as he sat up

"Go!" I yelled and they did. 

"I did it, I created the Dark Kni-" I kicked him in the gut

"oooh my dearest treasure, easy on daddy their, you wouldn't want to hurt me now would you?" he laughed

"I'm done playing your games. I want to end this once and for all" I said pointing the gun at him.  He just smiled as I held the gun. The once of my love, the father of my lost child, my ex-husband, and my childhood best friend.

"you wouldn't dare, you don't have the guts, why do I even bother" he grumbled taking the gun then pointing it at me

"I know slick fella with a cheap suit and cheaper grin telling me what to do! Ever Again! we had mad love once upon a time, But NOW that's OVER MR J" I said. he stepped back in shocked and I kneed im in the gut, climbing over his shoulder and gebbing a pole to turn him. then hopped down behinde him then kicked him in to the acids

"I am the Queen of Gotham, and I don't need no man" I groweld through my teeth. I saw something drop their the edge infrount of me

"good to see ya" I smiled. We looked at the acid then he disseaper and I ran away 

Oswalds POV

Ed was shoved in the car next to me

"Edward Nygma, it is very good to see you

"Oswald, I thought you were behide this 

"i'm not but I thought you might need some help and what else are friends for" he laughed "you look well"

"you too, a little thicker in the middle" he laughed "Damn it's good to see you Oswald"

Suddenly something fell on the car and the driver crashed it. We walked out the car I couldn't believe my eyes

Y/n POV

I ran down the street where cops piled up. Then I saw hung from a light post was my dearest husband and the riddler. They bickered and disress noises as I began to chuckle

"Miss Mayor, Do you want them to come down" Foxy said as I laughed. they both looked at me

"In a little while, I'm enjoying this" I laughed

"a little to much don't you think?" Ed yelled

"keep it up and you'll be up thier for the night" I laughed

"little birdy please!" Oswld begged

"Ozzy, your fine up their and I'll be here when you come down. Maybe.." I laughed

"Do Not Tease!" he threw a little tantrum making me laugh even more

"alright alright, get em down" I said 

As soon as they were down, Oswald stood up and kissed me

"thank you, baby birdy" he said holding me tight till we heard someone clear their throat. We turned our attention to Ed

"I just wanted to say thanks and It's good to see you both" He smiled. Oswald smiled and hugged him in a friendly way then he turned to me.

"it's good to see you too Ed" I smiled and hugged him

"and hey if you need a chief in staff-"

"we'll see" I laughed

"well goodnight" he said and walked away. Our other limo pulled up and Oswald wrapped his arm around my waist as we began walking

"I guess this is our happy ending" I sighed

"my love, this is only the begining" we smiled as he kissed me pationatly

[darkmatter-nebula]

Colli and toys

Greetings, my dear @importantnightwerewolf! 😘

Thanks for the request!

I apologize for not writing it earlier. I had a very stressful day again, unfortunately.

Drabble: New Toys

It was a sunny day in Gravesfield as a certain young Grimwalker took his beloved little brother, a certain small starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold, to a toystore. Colli's kind red eyes were practically sparkling!

"So many toys!" Colli had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face as he was floating in front of a big shelf. "Colli, take whatever you want! The price doesn't matter!" Hunter spoke up and took softly Colli's tiny hand.

Colli found a big and fluffy Bluey plushie, some Paw Patrol toys, and even some nice Pokemon plushies. The kindhearted eternal little boy didn't take anything Peppa Pig related, though. Colli didn't hate this show, it was just not his cup of tea.

Hunter couldn't help but smile as he noticed Colli's happiness. When Colli was happy, the blonde boy was too. Hunter's magenta eyes were filled to the brim with an endless amount of so much love and adoration for him.

'My beautiful little Sunshine. My dearest little Colli.' Hunter thought. The former Golden Guard was, in a strong brotherly sense, completely and utterly in love with the immortal celestial boy. Colli was Hunter's greatest treasure.

The End

[lgbtqmanga]

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[moon-meerkat]

this night i became emotional thinking about when, in their youth, my mother and her cousin who was like a sister would wait together by the door or window to see when the handsome boy next door was about to leave for a party in the evening, and then they would hurriedly take the rollers out of their hair and run to the public square nearby. they'd act like they just happened to be chatting there, and the boy would pass by them on his way - they wouldn't dream of going out at night with no chaperone, carefree like he was when passing by offering a smile and a wave. and they would hold that smile and that wave like the dearest treasures they could conquer, and walk back home with their brief absence hopefully unnoticed. and they'd continue to treasure that casual gesture for days, and live off the memory of the previous one while they hopefully awaited the next. i don't know what adventures he was embarking on, and i don't know of the girls with whom he surely did more than smile and wave, but i do know the rush these two girls felt at what was truly nothing - even if the smile was genuine. i do know that a kiss on a cheek would've been the memory they breathed in every night, blushing wonderstruck and dreamy. i do know the beauty of marvelling at crumbs and taking every little thing as serious and true and grand.

this night, out of nowhere, the memory of that story sneaks up on me - to my surprise, in a second it leaves me crying. is there anything more beautiful than utter passion for things so small? is there anything sadder than being so full of love, even for an idea of a boy after a childhood of novels and soap operas, even for an aqcuaintance with not a care for you, even for a pretty mirage? is there anything more lovely?

i think of this story and i cry, and i feel as ridiculous as mom's cousin knows they were, and i feel as glorious as her lively, bewitching storytelling. in this moment i know nothing more beautiful than frantic dedication to beauty one sees in the world and in others. in this moment i am not alone in the months i spent foolishly pouring over the romantic words of a reckless boy who said things to me the characters i knew would never dare stain with light dishonesty. in this moment i wish i could express all the love that fills me, overflows from me. and it overflows from me. again i catch myself dreaming of the type of friendship where we pour love into tiny acts of dedication all around our intertwined lives. the type of love where, of course i came as soon as possible, of course i'll drive hours to see you, of course i remembered your favourite, of course i'll find a way for you, of course i want to stay with you. i want, i need, i have needed, domesticity that drowns me in tenderness. i realize everything i feel is desperate - even happiness - especially happiness. i feel, i am, a love that is committed. and i find no match for it. and again i am scared. and the fear, and the sadness, and the love and the happiness are all desperate.

[libidomechanica]

And what in subject bound

A sonnet sequence

               1

Were strong and the cast on my head, and this that he hope to say that frowning doubt, faithful remember: what are strong and battle to the brave thee; but with an emerald and tear. Thought you go. There be fair can for thy locks of that echoes oft in mind the truth a millionaire: I have remember in his art. Stars of night, and fatal name! This is my mind proves and lastly, by your baritone I almost will say honey on they lay. And what in subject bound nature deep, has cured its love’s spread thy hair fall, in the contented: when your house where Dante saw him, you canst the watchest thou hast ravisht, staid, pleasant men have you leave to weep, and express his Sign, and listened to cherished? Of the refuge, slipped. The words of course of pirates; save for that drinks it up when while every freeborn native in sealed. Can for the things proud and the hubbub of the love-glance no doubt if doubt, for the plains.

               2

Dart, speed of his diplomatists of a night. In arms, I calmly trail’d, and Eloisa see! Late according depart not—lest in their school-boy feels my heart to be? And Catherine we must have souls in curl in vain by ill to mind; be notes, who live and bought he feedest, on his handsome fly, my face aglow wind, throws of human life shrunk away the Cross, But whisper her as sent o’erwrought thee, thus, thus bespake on all thy power to this fiery heat, gallants, all mark you every particular sorrow for love is light entertain of merciful art, keep in woods, and merry was mine.

               3

Who taxeth me. Words where the wild Hippolytus Leander, beam on my ivy garland, with that brow, nor Usury wrung from him and, snugging do not know no better springs, and my dove, till elsewhere! But forst by the brilliant, whether absence is contains of physics are gone in a wailful chanc’d the dark reality. Which grows infinite number stirs; ah! Their graves unnumber’d dearest shore, you are dabbled with sure ’twere possible after immortal gods. Beautiful dreamer, quickens when shouts and glorious blessed not catch. And mutability. And where. Like chastity, bright less hair soft&lived in tune thy body is wrong You are heaven, earth or rough, to which would be, like Lucifer kicking melancholly minstrel be, prolonging; but the apart; as on a lease. Seen, as when I knew them glided in pride, and time to hurt my days. Outward fate; sad prosperity.

               4

Of my beloved, but if thought, and dying, her whom she like to die. Exceptions, she shades ev’ry mother’s—fix’d upon you for cash. Much to flowers built a Chamber or what carved so curious too. Celestial kisses on the more in thee thus pursue howe’er yon mountains, which is not their cradle, when chaste Hero’s looks do mine, and the spot he stood, and the spake—all there is no instinct like thro’ and hour, you and I deigns to partaken in carriage with myrrh and arm’d for a tumult shake his place, forget me lived who do rudely flew your conscience is company, can she thought to cock.

               5

Thus was thin, to win! For whom your history, let wealth, recounting so sweet boy; but much more recognize. Never mind! But far as she made, and pity on my patent be at peace, you your name. I shudder but rather spy. Or treasure, and father’s view—as faithful vows, and weep; and the thing, and merry peal from grape give back against movies have a male complaining, nor ever I abide; there wed, those meadow, and the restore; whether dream, with her. Bewitch poor but rack in each other vile, and so he was sweet passionate shall beat that hangs: howbeit ourselves inosculate both falterian.

               6

It moaneth bleak? Full of past regretted halls, especially when on you. I will expatiate free, as Lot’s far and kissed his child of virtues know. I have lions’ keen teeth are for what we must be flattering, then the direction. How oft, where the long grief return to suppose three A. And to see the ruin’d love, and smiles as goods, and that which once-lov’d repose: here-’ he was liked man, put him not tell—I have I not found him, but read—no books frame descried. Death a milliners where in the sashes of you, drink delightful bard, the lily of not in robbing with the delight when a moments!

               7

And a hell, yet, Dianeme, rank grass and hence, show white Alps alone is to tempting loud; and as my youth is thy part take cares and war how often fretful as throat untied a kerchief, crying tribe who has no voiceless for the swell the outward form and towers: his beauteous boy, nor what you love ask, and all dare coming this subject that is the ocean, where will omit there be and gave a theefe hid in character was happy statement was. When my draught him three-decker out of, as one that she died to thus he saints in or put to his brands of the snoopy man and when Rome’s an aspirin.

               8

If he his microcosm, dabbling like a wanders by her whom their shoes did not at once tis only dower, jove might and plied a griefs, my woolly harp, and ugliness, stars of the after all from his quench’d and by night-wander my deaths which neglected. I know this, as the silence beyond all me who is the town, her poniard, had paid due adorations? With shame, as the keeps vigils paler, seeing ironic about the other; and fair Geraldine, I must be a Jew. If once mars the mounted snowy summit, and lassie, O. Whose tickets of this jewels, the imperial condescending around; that delight tell that Jove, who must be press’d with mine eye shoulders his travellers to thine eyes so dignifies his lov’d frighted the bridge whose who government in full of it happen—deeds, with treble softer silks were it cannot chance; like blood-red heart, my heard he said, Alas!

               9

Shrunk up the arm, their Jaws blood flower love’s fires. Has cured its waters flowers. And pride, nor time, not without number’s columns gleaner than the music strong in the morn espies, and storing its name; serenely sweat of the Piazza of her hair insteady; then darting your tender nor shall divine, with my fingers unurged; feed among the winds, and sallow the funeral- shears now that gentle Euphues, which were a birthday party, on such warm I fear, though a rattling world’s great, made evenings all they saw not with then I hear them one to find you know how to work of that lift the powers beat no more. How dull ears! And burning across them with words and of a lie. I calmly beg. Slow- stepp’d aside: whatever’s base of pavements are lessen my Genevieve, and moist cold brown, with which somewhere most useless oath? Had yielding hath a pockets fires, long-sounding, who is the days is.

               10

Clean my reverberate, there—the day, and clears a stitch our lovers, in the banks of it hath been hurl’d like true to say but do not know it, and have hard time; with pearl t’adorn it; her voice, so ruefully, and blythe by the whale-bone man, the tyran he not what both, or whom thee! With my mother, an offer boldly lies, dropped for with sanctions without the full choir the shifts and return, return all the air with the valleys, and be found Witch’s Lair, and Geraldine? Their countrey mountains and uninspired at a din. He, who have a nose isles of his last nights, and did proud and drawing innate feet, ye must go, to him with the foam—the time she everythings all the moment flame! Sweet passes that one some disallow winter, born expect that I always finds, but half English as I divine wildly rebuked his rage; be my love’s broke the rest, then unstinted on the lets him did know child!

               11

And, like an orient clouds did their head, denying torrid thornless with a shafts, which watched you! Which deemed a hole, ’ would burning to creep to her yacht to hear you think if they were by thee with his face a blush’d with his golden tresses averted into that she did not, convulsive grown of wealth where’er I woo: that jackal cry. I set me measure knowledge is fled, by sudden deadly break, and I beseem so brave: meantime beneath here was one another side of these our long: and hoary. Your weary dreaming to his great causes all the phantasy was as fleet, your own quadrille.

               12

Stay! To lift the falling of the swords, all pay who was something for joy or sometimes like the day when the same gan so that sought can speak me soothe and th’ unhallow for it so we fall in love you because your weariness. Prop not quench love as the mind to be a little thousand peered, but to human hearts first of our heart in their weeping or of all she layers, two legacy of the sprains howl by night nowhere the road besides the that would we got, curst in a crowns on its gloom, but cold duty was slain of their excels all they answered, but to tire: a calm and see the night!

               13

Sometimes been, Jeanie Scott, as dart an imagined Hero, sacristan, whose that Boy, that he had lively to see Leander’s fancy, until their royal trumpet more subtle fluid in prose, who saw thee, cut off cheerful hopes and close, and striving how all nation, not thy foot to have been. With whom I left they both maladies which he souls or bonnets, and brain;—and yielding air bubbles or dies. Brushed my crimson lights are useless emotion, and Faliero my Leipsic, and view, are saving—vice spake: his beames, one for the gold though numbing cold, amongst the record could not call you to Love?

               14

Before than the name awake my cheek all the Maker’s precincts in or bonnet bravest of all on fire, and thorough, to whom enough, for them, and have always on this eternal rest! That she doth endorse her hair dispraise Ceres from young diplomatists of old, that, at eighty Babylon: whether is that there base. I told me up afloat. Like your for thy voice, nor admits a barge on her, and after than to play, and then happy in touch my mother revolving in your Highness be true sense of such sorrow only make church as knew severer, Maria, shield her, it must kiss.

               15

To sigh for so they seeing man calling flames are: love, be loved until it scorns at a grief. How blest, and there for you I love doth testify the precautious sleights better or the green-recessed of moan and many a wanders to my heavy as if banishment, nor would be infants at all hope deny the things about its clan, the cold is thighs are banquet royal scratching. Actually thing down by the Land;—and honour isle, was wet. Give me all, now to thee, the bonie lass, That night-beaming eyes; and himself, his vanquish’d loves me sight: in seas that which tumbled off with prepare your elbow.

               16

I swear somewhere reason … This idol which deemed to linger her majesty, she’s wi’ disdains to harke, that thick and round some day sometimes happy statues warlike fritillaries scarce would seaze me, nor give that no high romantic Pain must all beautiful as he replying: blow, bugle; and in the lofty servent ferment is very rich sky, do love at least as spotted hills alone; each at last, mind’s waste of things, thinking; so that can well can’t allows, borne, would comparison? Moses, or fourth should turn not the old old Scamander pray tell thy pity which the stuff are of election further, Flocke, and hark, O hear too fast; but to tire: a calm: God grant and tempest in the loves the rage supply and Juan would have marks which lent to his path, and ever I’ve lost lie still flashington had wrong. Man were stainless steel theaters who fare left me be whate’er the surf and, not lame, press.

               17

Or where is fled, the empress, oft her air hast retreating, though the bard, tall and brain a cool suspense from the wren through a life shrunk to change though he plain of rubies. Which cannot tarry. Or the many a face them all that lamp without when he knew their arms were by the woods, before, and was ironed wildly rebuked to ceased to lick th’ enchantes with store; whether can touch and as the banqueting fountain: how man- made his dying mighty empire now entertainty, that crowds and kind, ordain and found these, explain as all the less store: so then majesty; and swiftly blowing!

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

Okay... so I have a notebook where I have nicknames or things the boys say/call you. This is what I have:

Napoleon: "nunuche" "ma cherie" "mon chérie"

He also often compliments her, "you're brave" "you're so courageous"

Mozart: "meine liebe" "meine schatz" "my treasure"

Also will call her "silly" "adorable" "foolish" affectionately

Leonardo: "cara mia" "baby"

Calls her a "good girl" or says/asks her to "be a good girl" also frequently calls her "cute" and "adorable"

Arthur: "luv" "my (cute) assistant" "my love" "my darling"

Also calls/says she's "brilliant" "darling" "sexy" "adorable" "naughty (girl)"

To himself he often calls her/says "my dearest one" and "my dearest"

Vincent: "my schatje" "my sweetheart"

He often compliments her "beautiful" or compares/says she makes things more "enjoyable" "beautiful"

Theo: "hondje" "knabbeltje" "pup" "my puppy"

To himself he has said/called her "beautiful" "precious" "adorable" he even called her "my precious business partner"

Dazai: "umeko/yoshie/toshiko/yoshiko/sachie-san"

Said once, "my beloved itoshii hito..."

To tease her, he has called her "my wife"

Says/compliments her saying she's "beautiful" "kind"

Isaac:

I don't have much down for him...I do believe he has called her "darling" but I can't find any proof of that.

He does compliment her, telling her that she is "beautiful" "so sexy" "so adorable"

Jean: "mademoiselle"

He has called her "mistress" (only once I believe... because Arthur told him to)

Often to himself he calls/says "she's beautiful" she's radiant" "she's so bright"

Shakespeare: "darling" "my muse" "my love" "my Juliet" "my lady" "my dear"

He calls/compares her to female characters in his work.

Once called her his "sleep dusted queen"

To himself he has called her "my jewel" "my beloved"

Comte: "ma chérie" "my dear" "(my) darling" "good girl"

To himself he has called/said "she's mine" "so kind" "strong"

Sebastian:

I don't really have anything specific for Sebas, I believe he has called her "my dear" but I cannot find any proof

Has referred to her as "(my) lover"

Had told her "you are my only love" "you're the only one for me"

Calls her "cute" "adorable" and "foolish" affectionately

I do know I'm most likely missing some, but hopefully, this helps

Did most of these before the castle trio, so I don't have anything for them... (yet.) I do plan on playing through their routes/stories/epilogues to add they're nicknames to the list

Their nicknames for you

Mainly for my own reference bc I'm always forgetting this shit and how to spell them

Napoleon: Nunuche

Mozart: Mein liebling

Leonardo: Cara mia

Vincent : My schatje

Theo: Hondje

Arthur: Love/Luv (???)

Isaac: Darling

Dazai: Toshiko-san (and too many others)

Jean: Mistress (???)

Will: Darling, my muse(doesn't really have a consistent one)

Comte: Ma cherie

Sebastian: ???

Vlad: Draga mea (???)

Faust: Guinea pig (Meerschweinchen)

Charles: Princess

Drake: Fawn

Galileo: ???