#i love tooth rotting fluff

[love-hol1c]

If you're still taking requests, can you do a continuation of the PhosxHuman reader but this time with jealousy hcs on Phos part? Like, for example the other gems get curious over the human and they all want to talk to them or something but Phos gets jealous👀👀 (Sorry if it's so specific also thank you!)

hi.. its been a hot minute.... im sorry i kept you waiting......... ill be writing this now though!!!!!!!!!!! yey!!!!!! sorry if its a bit short... im kinda rusty..

[ laphos x reader, the long awaited pt.2 ] - he didnt really mind the other gems being near you or being interested in you cause you're a different species, though ke kept a stern eye on them - until he felt like they got too close.. - so he basically just grabbed you from them cause he needed a 'second' with you - the second turned out to be him just clinging onto you in private and whining about how the other gems 'tried stealing you from him' - you ended up consoling him for a hot minute - on other occasions, like when the gems are doing it on purpose just to make phos jealous (p.s they get really affectionate just to see his reaction) he gets a little mad - probably ends up crying a bit of the alloy cause he thinks hes not good enough - "do you even love me, [NAME].... hhuuuaa....." - "what- are you crying?!" - "NO IM JUST SWEATING ALLOY." - too embarrassed to probably admit that he was sad but you know anyway.. - console him part 2 - he ends up just being more possessive over you and ends up just clinging to you the whole day. like. wherever you are. - hes a stubborn gem.... you may say... - you reassure him that you wouldn't choose anyone else over him and that you love him a lot - maybe give him a kiss anywhere - he gets flustered - "woah.. that was... uh." - ends up just burying his face on the crook of your neck. (its cold so you basically flinched too. since gems are cold... LOL) - cute silly guy... - he just keeps repeating how lucky he is to have you and that hes glad you wont choose anyone else... huhuhu - he may have changed a lot but hes still the same silly stubborn teal gem that we love

[vampiresfromxenon]

I Wanted To

Astarion x gn! Reader/Tav

Almost 3.5k words 

Tags: Fluff, kisses, cuddling, angst, biting mention, no use of y/n, words of affection (so much sappiness), soft! Astarion, they’re in love your honor!! 

CW: Slight mentions of SA and trauma (extremely minor, incredibly light piece)

Summary: You and Astarion decide to start your relationship over once you both confess your feelings. It's a mutual decision to take things extremely slow, celebrating little victories of intimacy here and there. Tonight, you can't hide your words of affection as he becomes more comfortable and vulnerable around you.

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It’s been a few months traveling with this rowdy crew, and you can’t help but smile thinking about how much you love them all. Granted, they all piss you off on the daily, what from Shadowheart and Lae’zel attempting to kill each other, to Gale eating your favorite pair of enchanted gloves, but you can’t help yourself from smiling every time you think about how close you’ve all grown. One particular member in the party you have become very close with stands out a bit more than the rest, and thoughts about him are enough to make you unsettlingly giddy. 

For the longest time, you and the pale elf fought your feelings, too cold to warm up to each other. You both had a wicked past, something that tainted your current perceptions of love and romance. His may have been far more extreme than yours, but regardless of that fact, your feelings and emotions were still valid. For a short few weeks, you found yourselves being extra intimate, dismissing it all as stress relief and nothing more. Those little excursions were merely there as a form of self protection: He gained your trust and protection, and you felt less alone and vulnerable at night. Or, so you thought, until you noticed how distant he was, his eyes never meeting yours every time he sought to pleasure you. 

It wasn’t until recently that these barriers slowly began to be chipped away for the both of you, your infatuation not only becoming more real, but unfortunately, more terrifying. One night, you approached him, being brave and understanding if he had other thoughts about what you two could be. It was late, most of the camp either asleep or preparing for bed. You approached him, a soft hand on his shoulder, even though he was well aware you were there. What you were there for though, remained a mystery to him. He turned, smiling at you, taking your hand and kissing it affectionately. As your heart raced, you began a discussion with him, asking his thoughts and feelings about your ‘connection’ rather than just bombarding him with an overwhelming confession of love. 

He seemed stunned to say the least, unsure of what to say or how to feel. It was strange for him, his cold heart beating a little faster, feeling a little warmer at the sight of you in front of him, actually seeing him for him and not just another plaything. All these feelings were bubbling up inside him because, for the first time in a long time, someone not only asked him what he wanted in a romantic relationship, but they respected anything he said on that subject matter. In all his nervousness, he felt that he could be honest in his reciprocation to see how far you two could go, this time with real feelings. That was a few weeks ago, and all this time since has been magical. 

You haven’t intimately slept together since just before that night, instead establishing boundaries and focusing more on the non-sexual ways to be intimate, loving, and kind. He loves the way your hand brushes his, the way your fingers interlace with his as he moves in to hold your hand. You love the way his hand lands on your back, stretching to your hip to pull you closer to him, especially when meeting new people from town to town. While you still struggle with eye-contact in general, it feels easier around him, especially now since he has found himself to be more comfortable actually looking at you, taking in your appearance and being more present in your conversations. 

For many nights now, you’ve been cuddled up nicely in one or the other’s tent, fingers interlaced, hands gently wrapped around hips, legs occasionally intertwined. He still continues to feed on you, though he makes sure to gain your permission before bed each night. On the nights where you felt too tired, too drained mentally even, he would leave you be, hoping to keep you as comfortable as possible. Those nights were just as romantic, as you could feel his breath against your neck as he cuddles you tightly, his lips on your shoulder as he falls into the soft rhythm of sleep. 

Tonight didn’t start off any differently from any other night; you both gathered in his tent, doing your nightly routines as per usual (always before promptly passing out until the next morning hit you like a boulder). Most nights he would wear a nice, silky pajama set, one he purchased from an unreasonably expensive fashion designer in a small village. You didn’t have as luxurious of pajamas, but yours still covered most of your body, keeping you feeling safe and snuggled up each night.

Neither of you expected that this night would change everything.

He’s standing off to the side of your shared bedroll, changing into his pajamas while your back is turned to him, fiddling with the blanket you both share. You notice just how used this blanket is, and you realize that it might have been the only thing giving him comfort, the feeling of security over the past 200 or so years. Astarion was far from one to share, whether it was his feelings or his belongings, and it isn’t long before you have a second realization: you are possibly the only person to have ever slept with that blanket besides him. Your fingers gently roll the decaying fabric between your fingers, taking in all of his memories that have been exhausted on the threads. 

You hear him walking over and you drop your thoughts about the blanket, not wanting to pry into more of his distressing past. He kneels, picking up the blanket and sliding next to you, your bodies touching in an instant. Turning your attention away from the blanket, you look up to see your love is shirtless, moving around in the bedroll, trying to be more comfortable at your side. 

You know just how insecure he is about his scars from Cazador, that disgusting, vile, treacherous bitch, but it was so lovely to see him stepping out of his comfort zone. While you’re quick to notice this new change, he’s even quicker to notice your reaction. Diving back into his comfort charm, he smirks at you, loading a phrase to protect his vulnerable side.

“Like what you see, darling?” His eyes flutter to the side a bit, and you immediately notice his withdrawal from the conversation. With a calm and gentle hand, you caress his cheek, turning his attention back to you. 

“I always love what I see…” You smile, your eyes looking at him in such a way that your face beams with pride, though you try to find a balance between that and neutral so as to not overwhelm him. To see just how much he trusts you, is willing to open up to you and be vulnerable… Your heart can barely take it. In a quiet voice you’re sure to check in on him, wanting to make sure he feels secure in his choice. “Don’t feel you have to do this for me though, okay?” 

His hand reaches up to hold yours against his cold cheek, his stare suddenly becoming more present. “I wanted to.” His voice is low, his hand taking yours off his face as he leans in gently to kiss your palm. He kisses your forehead before moving to lie down, making himself comfortable in your small space. 

You sit there for a moment, considering your options. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable, but you want him to be aware that you feel the same sense of shared comfort. As he turns to the side, looking at a book he left on the ground earlier, you move to remove your shirt, tossing it off to the side. He moves the book away from you both so you don’t roll into it in the night. Turning back to face you, he pauses, taking in the sight of your bare chest. He looks up at you, tilting his head, nearly asking you the same question you just asked him.

Before he can say anything, you lean slightly closer to him, your voice a loud whisper. “I wanted to.” His eyes soften, and you can tell he’s flattered by this display of intimacy. You begin to crawl under the old blanket with him, and he pulls you close, his hand around your waist. The feel of his cold, soft skin against your bare back is enough to send shivers down your spine, and you realize that this must be so close to what heaven feels like. His free hand reaches up and caresses your jaw before tangling in your hair, gently playing with it as he knows it helps you fall asleep. 

Your hand rests on his bare chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat slowing down as he continues to relax in your care. You lie there for a while, trying to sleep, but something is keeping you awake. Perhaps it’s the looming threat that you could all die soon in brutally vicious ways, or the fact that you don’t want to waste a single second enjoying this time with your new lover. Suppose you’ll never truly know. 

Regardless of what is keeping you up on this night, you begin to feel a little restless, unable to lie there in that position for too much longer without your arms going numb. You sit up a little, leaning on the arm you’ve been lying on, trying to not wake your companion. However, his body shifts with you, and it appears that he is still just as awake as you are.

 “I didn't wake you, did I?” You whisper in a worried voice. 

“Not in the slightest, my dear. Unable to sleep tonight, as I am sure you understand.”

You sigh, still leaning over him slightly, his hand that was once on your waist now drawing circles on your shoulder blade, the hand in your hair now resting on your hip. You want to speak, but you find yourself getting lost in the way his face looks in the moonlight peeking through his tent flap. It frames his face so perfectly, almost as if this scene was sculpted by the Gods. He notices your sudden distance, and he is quick to check in on you. 

“Are you alright, love?” He asks, a tinge of concern in his voice, once again tilting his head like a confused puppy. 

“Sorry… Yes, yes. More than alright.” You reassure him, not breaking your focus. A beat; he attempts to determine what’s on your mind. Thinking he’s found it, he smirks. 

“Admiring how beautiful I am?”

“Yeah… Just looking at creases around your eyes…” You say in a loving tone, not even remotely aware of how backhanded the comment you just made sounds. 

He begins to shuffle, pushing you away, offended by your lack of sincerity. “Alright, there’s no need-” 

“No! Not like that.” You chuckle, snapping back into reality. You grab him, pulling him back to you, his head pressing back into the pillow below you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just-” You can’t stop yourself from laughing a little at the sight of your pouting partner underneath you. 

You notice just how unamused he is, and you abruptly stop laughing, clearing your throat and composing yourself in a more serious manner. Your hand reaches up and the pad of your thumb brushes against his crows feet, your mind falling back into your feelings of love and adoration for him. 

“The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh… The way your eyes sharpen when you’re glaring at me, like you are right now… The way they soften every time I walk in the room… I love those wrinkles, they’re such a beautiful part of you.” He relaxes again, taking in your words, though still unhappy at your mention of his wrinkles, making him feel old. Though, no matter how much he hates his aging characteristics being brought up, he will never turn away any form of flattery. 

“Well, augh. You really are sweet, aren’t you? But I’m sure you like more of me than just my dreaded wrinkles.” He was definitely fishing for compliments, that much was obvious, but he wasn’t aware of just how much you wanted to smother him in loving words. You lean forward and kiss his crows feet on both sides, surprising him. Smiling, your thumb traces over his eyebrows, taking in their shape and feel. 

“My eyebrows, really? Nothing else catching your eye?” He whines, his hands going back to resting on your shoulder blade and hip. He can feel your body shake as you laugh, your head falling forward towards his chest as you continue to giggle from his pouting. You bring your head back up, focusing on his face once more. 

“One thing at a time, dearest.” You pause, analyzing the shape of his eyebrows. Just how sharp they are, how often he uses them to his advantage when he is charming people. As you continue to gaze at them, he raises one of them, making your heart go crazy. 

“You’re so expressive. Your eyebrows are so perfectly shaped, the way you use them like a weapon… I know it’s silly, I know they’re just eyebrows, but they’re your eyebrows, and they mean so much to me.” You trail off, your face flushed with embarrassment as you realize just how overly sentimental your words are. He smiles at you, knowing just how hard you’re trying, and appreciating every second of it. You kiss his eyebrows before quickly moving on.

Your fingers trace along his face, noticing his mole. By now he’s exhausted, you’re three for three with things he’s sensitive about. “Darling, if this is your way of making me feel less upset about not being able to look in mirrors, I must say it’s starting to work.” His words deceive his face and body language, but you still try to abide by his wishes. 

Wanting to show your love, without spending too much time on it, you mention how much the mole under his eye suits him, how he would almost seem incomplete without a beauty spot. The usage of ‘beauty’ in ‘beauty spot’ convinced him to let it slide, but the ice you were dreamily skating on was wearing thin. Kissing his mole, you move on once again. 

The skin of his nose was soft as you trace the pad of your finger down the bridge of his nose. “Your nose… it’s so sharp. Don’t laugh, but one of my favorite feelings is when I wake up and your nose is either on my back or my neck. I can feel your breathing on my skin, your nose pressed against me while you sleep. It’s so calming, having any little part of you so close to me.” He looks at you a little confused, mostly due to the fact that you’re still here appreciating him. The things you’re saying, they’re so small and insignificant, yet you enunciate each word like it’s the most important thing you’ll ever say. Each word has a purpose, a meaning, and they fall out of your mouth effortlessly; something he still has yet to learn how to do. 

You kiss the tip of his nose, your fingers tracing down his face to his smile lines. Oh his smile lines. You just can’t help but adore his smile lines, no matter how much he absolutely hates them. He hates them because they age him, but you love them for all the same reason. To know he laughs, smiles, has any semblance of being happy is enough for you to be overjoyed at the sight of these lines that prove the existence that he has been able to enjoy life enough to have physical proof on his face.

“Don’t you dare.” He teases, though you wish he could bear with you for just a moment to explain your thoughts. Figuring you could do it another time, as tonight has already had enough excitement, you kiss his smile lines and spare him from your honeyed words. 

Last, but certainly not least: his lips. Your thumb traces over his lips which are closed together, gently pushing up just enough to where you wonder if he was trying to secretly kiss your thumb. As you continue to run your thumb over his lips, reminiscing on all the times your own experienced his, he takes you by surprise. 

Removing the hand from your hip, his thumb graces your lips, and you find yourself trying to inconspicuously kiss at it like he did to you just moments ago. You open your mouth to speak, but he uses his finger to silence you, gently shushing you. 

“My turn.” His voice is smooth and tender as his thumb continues to trace over your slightly parted lips. “Your lips… They have always been so soft and inviting.” He pauses, still staring at them.

“I must admit, I despised them at first.” A confused expression crosses your face just before he continues. “They would taunt me on a daily basis, the one thing I couldn’t have no matter how much charm I threw at you. When I was eventually graced with them, I loathed the way my name would be cried out from them, almost as if you were saying it like a prayer. It tore me apart, wanting something I wasn’t sure I actually wanted, or even felt like I deserved…” He trails off, though his gaze remains constant on you.

“How do they make you feel now?” You softly ask, just barely loud enough for even yourself to hear.

He thinks on this for a moment, searching for the proper word.

“Safe.” 

He leans up to you, cupping your cheek as he kisses you, the most delicate and loving kiss you two have ever shared. You both pull from the kiss, exercising restraint and respect for your pre-established boundaries. A hand resting on his chest, you encourage him to lie back on the pillow once more, which he does. You lean forward, kissing every part of his face that you mentioned, as well as a few spots just because you wanted to. Kissing his lips again, you pull apart just enough to whisper against his lips. 

“I admire everything about you. Every aspect of you is just so lovely… Thank you for being here, with me. I don’t ever want to leave your side.”

He smiles, his fangs poking out this time. His hand moves a strand of hair out of your face as he clears his throat. 

“And thank you for all the kisses.” He says, resuming his usual charm. You try to hide your slight disappointment, but you know he is trying his best and you can’t expect him to always meet you halfway, especially in this time of healing. 

“Always.” You whisper, lying down next to him as he wraps his arms around you, holding you closely. It’s late, and now that you have this feeling lifted off your chest, you find it easier to sleep. Your heart rate begins to slow, your breathing finding its usual pattern, your lover wrapped up tightly with you. 

When you’re on the edge of falling asleep, you feel his head tilting down towards yours, which is resting on his chest. His lips kiss the top of your head, his chin then resting on that same spot. A quiet voice breaks the air, unaware that it still has an audience.

“I love you.”

You freeze, unsure of whether or not you have actually fallen into a dream state, or if you just heard him correctly. In this state of grogginess, your body shifts as you attempt to determine the truth.

“Shit. Did you hear that?”

“Mhm.” You sleepily groan. He lets out a sigh of relief, thinking he’s talking to you in your sleep like he has before. Settling further into the bedroll, making himself more comfortable, he pulls you tighter, finally deciding to rest. 

“I love you too.” You break the silence, your voice more awake this time. His eyes flash open, his red irises laser focused on you. You can feel his heart pounding as you rest on his chest, and you lean over and kiss just above his heart.

“Safe.” Is all you can say before promptly passing out, your warm skin slowly heating up his own. He sits there for another moment, taking in the events of today. It was a lot, to say the least, but he felt comfortable and confident in his decisions, and that was almost truly a first for him. His hand finds its way back into your hair, stroking it as he begins to drift off to sleep, for the first time in a long time feeling comfortable, guarded, protected, safe. 

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Author’s Note:

He’s extremely OOC, I’m 95% sure lmao but I love making characters total softies, even if we don’t see that side of them in the media they’re from. (I'm still in the very beginning of Act 2 so I'm learning a lot about him through this site too)

I’ve never experienced love, I’m also sure that’s obvious- I’ve always wanted to do something like this with someone though (look at their face and kiss all my favorite spots). While I was writing this, I felt so awkward writing such sappy dialogue, but I realized that moments like these aren’t smooth and rehearsed; feelings get mushy and oftentimes people say dumb and dorky things because they’re just so in love. I hope it gets translated that way at least hahaha

My Spotify is fucked because I listen to specific songs on repeat whenever I write. I have probably about 4-5 hours of “Blue Moon” by Billie Holiday logged on there now because of all the time planning, writing, and thinking about this fic- I got this song from Neil’s Astarion playlist, it’s so sweet and loving :) 

Edit: So many people are saying he’s actually pretty in character so thank you for the validation because I was nervous 😭

[sincere1ystar]

EEEEE THIS IS TOO CUTE!!!! I love the way you write! Even though you said you feel like this isn’t one of your best works I could never get tired of reading your writing 🥹 Just everything flows together so nicely 🫶

Sugar, Spice *.𐦖

𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Sejanus and you cook for the first time in your new kitchen, trying to cozy up your newly-leased home in the Capitol.

Kind of crappy but here y’all go 😭

Anywhere with Sejanus could be home, you comforted yourself with as you casted a wanton glance to the world outside your window.

It was true, in most senses. You’d follow your lover to the ends of this Earth if he’d request. He’d done so much for you, Sejanus, how could you not be devoted to him? How could you fend off the golden warmth spreading from his fingertips to the innermost of your being?

He was the first of everything for you. You’d never been so eager to be in competition, a constant and youthfully exciting tit-for-tat. A peacekeeper offering you a walk home, rewarded with a shy peck to his bronze cheek— that you would’ve never given on a normal day, but a handsome man with a gentle demeanor seemed to be the exception. A hesitant, schoolgirl-crush dropping flowers at your stoop during his earliest patrols of the day, requited with a lake-day invitation. A gentle lover putting a ring of silver on your finger, in return, your companionship; now, and forever.

Never was this love debt on your shoulder. Never had it need repaying, but you wanted to, with every digit on your fingers and every string in your heart. It was such a strange, new feeling, love. To be so completely appreciated, so wholly known.

Sejanus knew you better than anyone in this world. But a fool could foresee your hesitance to move from the woods of District 12 to the Capitol. With a sigh, you remind yourself once again, you’d follow him to the ends of the Earth. You’d follow him to the devil’s parlor room, if only to be at his side.

Speaking of him, your Fiancé places the needle on a record, the first notes filling the kitchen with warmth. Grocery bags sit atop the granite countertop like a flock of geese, maybe the same amount of food you’ve had in your entire life, you think with a pang. Sejanus rifles through the plastic, searching for the eggplant you’d sent him on the mission to cut. You yourself hold a knife that fits nothing like your well-worn one from 12, slicing rectangle panelle out of a large sheet of rolled-out dough.

“So, tomorrow we need to go out and get a couch.” Sejanus hums, his hands brushing your hips as he moves behind and past you. It’s been a bit hectic since you’d officially moved in. A few boxes of new things lied around, their assembly put off until tomorrow. But most furniture still needed buying.

Tonight was for housewarming the apartment, in a way. Cozying the space, getting a few memories in its walls. It wasn’t hard, with Sejanus. Even the night you arrived was filled with intimate loving, the warmth of his arms as he promised you a good life here. Told you he’d do everything and anything to make you happy, to turn the four walls into a place you could spend a lifetime in. When you told him putting your new kitchen to some use might make the penthouse more homely, he was enthusiastic.

“A dining table, too.” You murmur, your eyes lifting from the sweet potatoes to peer at him. It was much hotter in the Capitol; where District 12 was experiencing the transition from summer to a cool October, the city was still blazing. Sejanus had discarded his shirt, his freckled shoulders bare and exposing the smattering of dark hair on his chest. You tied up your hair, donning a light night dress to try and keep cool.

Sejanus kept a firm hand on the left side of the eggplant, cutting the other end into thin and expert slices. A smile is on his face and in his voice as he asks, “Where we eating tonight, if we don’t have a table?”

“Maybe we’ll unbox the stools for the island?” You offer, grimacing. Sejanus shrugs, moving behind you again (with another passing touch to your lower back) to turn on the pot of oil on the stove.

“Gotta put it together first.” He reminds. You groan at that.

The penthouse around you is barren. New furniture and appliances lie in boxes around, your bedroom lacking of much besides a bed frame, mattress, and sheets. Earlier today, Sejanus had taken you shopping for the apartment, pointing out appliances you hadn’t even known existed. A microwave and a blender, sitting on the counter, being among them. He hadn’t laughed at your ignorance, just nodded and let you pick which one fit your vision for the new home. He couldn’t possibly know how grateful you were for that.

“How’re you liking it?” Sejanus hums, tearing open a package of chicken. He’d already finished the sauce to fill the spiedini earlier, and the cheese was in paper wrapping beside the cutting board. Sejanus insisted he make it for you, he promised you’d love it.

“Liking what?” Your lips press into a thin line as you carefully scoop the eggplant from the oil, replacing the vegetable with the sliced panelle.

“The penthouse.” Sejanus shrugs. He sighs a moment, looking over the massive sea of grocery bags. “Baby, can you grab me the— yeah, thanks.” He presses a grateful kiss to your cheek as you grab him the container of breadcrumbs, pouring some out to bread the chicken. “The Capitol in general.”

You don’t have much of a response. Well, you know just what to say. But it’s nothing you can articulate to Sejanus; not when so much depended on your acclimation to the Capitol. You nod your head a bit before remembering he couldn’t see you from where you watched the browning panelle.

When you glance up to him, expecting to see the broad expanse of his bronze shoulders and his dark curls, you’re instead met with those doe brown eyes. The deep, alluring brown of his irises full of a perfectly describable and unbidden concern.

“It’ll shape up eventually, baby.” Sejanus promises, his brows drawing as he looks over his shoulder at you. He carefully rolls up the chicken, sauce and cheese, your silence telling him everything he needed to know. “Look, maybe we can go out and get some paintings or something tomorrow, too. Cozy the place up.”

“That’d be nice,” you breathe, eyes lifting to his. The light shot diamonds from your irises, speaking words at a pitch only Sejanus could ever understand.

You felt like such a fish out of water. You didn’t find belonging in fancy penthouses, cooking on countertops of granite and peering out of windows from the forty-something-th floor. Sejanus knew it. Your bitterness to high living rolled off you in vermillion waves, a byproduct of living in an impoverished District. He can feel it now, in the quiet way your eyes dart around the barren penthouse, knowing that this was not home. Wondering if it ever would be. Looking at Sejanus and hoping his presence alone would let it be so. He simply couldn’t have that running around your head.

“Hey,” Sejanus murmurs, wiping his hands on a towel and moving to drop a kiss to your forehead. His hands come to bracket your shoulders, his large palms rubbing up and down your skin. The record croons on, a melody from heart and rumbling soul.

He hesitates to speak, finding the words with effort. “If.. If you don’t want this..”

“I do.” You blurt, your hands flying to his chest. It’s not a lie. You want more than anything to be with Sejanus, to have a life with him; out of everybody you’d met in this life, Sejanus was the only soul to brush yours, featherlight and gentle as the breeze.

“I want to live with you, even in the Capitol. I promise I could get used to it.” The words are firmly passionate falling from your lips. Sejanus doesn’t seem convinced, his lips pressing into a line. His hand comes to rest atop yours, his pointer finger rubbing along the cool band of your engagement ring.

“You’d tell me if you don’t?” Sejanus breathes. His brows knit together, his eyes full of a heavy kind of worry that you want to stamp out as soon as it appears. You nod, your other hand roaming over the plane of his back, over the subtle definition of his relaxed yet strong muscles.

An almost relieved huff escaped his nostrils. “It’s just gonna take some getting used to.” You murmur, reaching for the ladle and lifting a cooked panella from the oil, placing it over the paper-towel covered plate. Sejanus watches you pull out the golden-brown squares, letting you get the handful out before turning your chin to face him. His eyes dart over your features.

“I mean, it’s a nice kitchen.” Sejanus shrugs, speaking suddenly soft as linen. His hands drop to hold your waist, hands gently rubbing over your thin dress affectionately. Oh, there he went again, showing you just how golden of a heart he had.

A smile creeps across his face only to match yours. “Absolutely. I could see us here.” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sejanus turns you both ‘round, falling into a bit of a dance to the record as it played on. His grin only broadened.

“Could see our babies here.” Sejanus adds, appreciating the way your fingers find their way into his curls. His eyes, dark and warm and impossibly affectionate, search your own as if he’s hoping you share the sentiment.

“Mm.. I always pictured I’d have my babies in a cozy little cottage.” You admit softly, your mind wandering completely away from the dinner you’d been preparing together. Sejanus hums thoughtfully.

“Maybe we still could.”

“You think?”

Sejanus shrugs, humming in a joking here nor there way. “I’ll figure it out for you,” a grin spreads across his cheeks again as he chuckles. You simply shake your head in disbelief.

Whatever divine power had given Sejanus to you, you were forever indebted to her. It didn’t seem there was a man who could match him, his strength and his gentleness, his integrity. A heart of gold, your Sejanus had. Your fingers curl into his dark locks, iliciting a smile with the warmth of the sun onto his features. “I think we’d be all right anywhere.” You find yourself mumbling, your nose bumping his lightly.

Sejanus can only nod, spinning you ‘round again to the sudden lilt of a trombone on the record. “Mm. You and me, anywhere.”

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

Heels ~ Viktor x Reader

Pronouns for reader: She/Her

Relationship type: Platonic, romantic feelings, slight enemies to lovers if you unfocus your eyes a bit

General Idea: Viktor used to hate the sound of those damn boots of hers, but now he's grown to find an odd sense of comfort in the noise. Along with... a series of other feelings.

Content Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Viktor being sassy, s1 Viktor, Takes place between S1E3~E4, Viktor's kinda down bad but in a denial way, Viktor also isn't good at realizing he has feelings for the reader, Jayce needs a 32hr nap

A/N: My Viktor headcanons got a LOT more love than I thought they would... so I decided to write some more Viktor XD

(Nobody's POV, but it's mostly told. through Viktor's thoughts)

~☆~

The lab was pretty much silent. The only sounds heard were the sounds of Viktor tinkering with a Hextech device and the occasional flipping of pages as (Y/N) read some notes that Jayce had written. It was late, definetly past midnight as the two worked.

"(Y/N)," Viktor says, breaking the silence. The girl's head pops up at the sound of her name. "Come here for a second? I need a second pair of hands."

"Be right there." She says, finishing the page she was on. She stands up and walks towards him, the sound of her boots hitting the tile as she walks.

Clack

Click

Clack

Viktor used to hate the sound of her boots. "Those damn boots are so annoying," He had complained to Jayce during the first week of (Y/N) working as a part-time assistant. "Click clack click clack, drives me insane!" He had mocked before sighing.

"Viktor... don't both your boots AND your cane make that noise as well?"Jayce had responded, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile. This made Viktor at a loss for words.

"Well... It's annoying when she does it!" He had sassed back in response, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

That was 3 years ago. Now, he found a weird sense of comfort in hearing the sound of her boots hit the floor. He couldn't explain why, enjoyment of familiarity maybe?

"What's up?" (Y/N) says, standing behind Viktor. The smell of her perfume was almost overwhelming to him, overloading his senses. Which was weird, seeings as it must've been almost 13 hours since she'd last applied perfume. And that doesn't last long... was he delusional? Or maybe just tired? Whatever. It doesn't matter.

"Yeah, I just need you to hold this in place." Viktor says, not even looking up from what he's doing. He gestures to a little piece of metal he's holding. (Y/N) leans over Viktor and holds the piece in place as requested. The scientist trys his best to ignore the feeling of her closeness and the racing of his heart... holy crap was it warm in here? It must've been. Although it seemed strange to him that it was magically warm in here all of a sudden. This spirals him into a memory, a memory that took place a little less than a week prior to now.

Viktor sat at his desk, for once not to work on Hextech, but to run his hands through his hair and stay deep in thought.

"Viktor?" Jayce asked. "Are you OK? You haven't been as focused as you normally are today. Did something happen?"

"I think... I think there's something genuinely wrong with me." Viktor says. "Like... maybe I'm coming down with something?? I don't know." Viktor stands up, leaning on his cane slightly for support.

"Oh?" Jayce asks, raising an eyebrow. "Could you, uh, possibly elaborate on that?"

"Well, for one everytime Ms.(L/N) comes near me I about have a damn heart attack." Viktor says, his cane clacking softly on the floor as he paces. "Like yesterday, perfect example. She accidently brushed my hand when she was passing me a paper and I actually thought I was dying."

Jayce suppresses a smile, trying not to laugh. Was Viktor really getting THIS worked up... over a little crush? "Oh?" Jayce says, still suppressing a smile. "Is that it?"

"Whenever she's near me, I swear to the gods that I become hyperaware of... like... everything." Viktor says. "Like the room feels warmer, her perfume or her shampoo is ALL I can smell, I'm almost convinced I know every single speckle of color in her eyes... I think I might actually be going crazy." Viktor says, stopping his pacing. "I'm positive. I've actually hit the breaking point and am decending into insanity."

Jayce now can't help but laugh. Maybe it was his lack of sleep from working on Hextech for days on end, maybe it was the seriousness in Viktor's voice about his "decent to madness." Jayce's laughter came out as almost wheezes due to how hard he was laughing.

Viktor throws his hands up in exasperatedness. "Jayce!" Viktor scolds. "This ISN'T funny! There's-"

This just makes Jayce laugh more and more. "Yes it is, Viktor." Jayce manages to say through wheezes. He's holding onto the desk for support as he laughs. It gets to the point where passersby become mildly concerned for the scientist's wellbeing. "I assure you you're not decending to madness."

"Then what the hell is going on????" Viktor exclaims, collapsing into his chair.

"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine." Jayce says, wiping the tears of laughter away as he tries to steady his breathing.

"Viktor?" The sound of his name snaps him out of the memory. "You good? I think I said your name like five times." (Y/N) says with a chuckle. Viktor shakes his head slightly.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Viktor says, continuing what he was doing. He tried to ignore the slight shake in his hands, the side of his own hand pressed against Ms. (L/N)'s own hand. When he's done. He about throws the screwdriver down. "Thank you for your assistance." Viktor says, the weight off his shoulders earning a little sigh of relief.

"Was that all you needed?" (Y/N) asks.

"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Viktor says. (Y/N) hums in response, walking over to her desk. Click, clack, click, clack. Her boots echo in the room. She grabs her coat and walks towards Viktor again.

"I'm gonna head out then." She says. Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of her boots ring in Viktor's head, a haunting sound that he didn't actually mind having on replay in his brain. "You should too soon." She says, her voice kind and soft.

Viktor's stomach feels like it's about to leap out of his body. Even though it was scientifically impossible, he couldn't help but worry about it. "I will soon." He says, the softness in his voice actually shocking him. Normally he'd just lie out his teeth and sleep in the lab, or not sleep at all. However, when he said that he would... he truly meant it. His eyes move away from the project and to (Y/N). "I'm just gonna finish this little bit up."

(Y/N) smiles, it's tired and small, but it's still a smile nonetheless. Seeing her smile along made the corners of his lips feel like they were moving on their own. He suppresses a smile the best he can, but it still shows on his face. "Goodnight, Viktor." She says, her voice still soft. She didn't speak full volume, and that for some reason made Viktor's heart rate skyrocket.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He says, the same tone and volume as (Y/N). She turns and walks out of the room. Click, clack, click, clack. He listens to the sound of her shoes until they completely fade out.

"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine."

Viktor didn't have a crush on (Y/N)... did he?

~☆~

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~Squeed

[planetpedri]

perhaps a blurb ab kenan where he comes over for a dinner with her family and she can have a little sibling/cousin and he’s just smiley + makes them laugh and she’s like ohhhhh my god right okay. im screwed. LMK.

My love all mine — Kenan Yildiz.

Pairing: Kenan Yildiz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kenan’s always got nervous during dinners with your family, but this time seemed to find solace with your nephew though, and watching their interactions had left you certain he was going to be the man you marry.

Word count: 368

Disclaimer/s: none just pure fluff <3

A/N: im so ill don’t EVEN. this is such a small blurb buttt

Playing with the hem of your dress, you glance at your quiet boyfriend. A small bead of sweat trickling down his forehead as he tries to keep conversation with your parents. A small smile makes its way onto your face as you slip your fingers through his, giving it a tight squeeze of reassurance.

Kenan glances at you, his dimples showing as the corner of his lip tugs into a wavering smile. His eyes pleading with you silently, make it stop.

“Mom, dad..” You drawl out, “leave him alone, it’s been an hour. Give him a break.”

Your parents finally relent, but not without matching eye rolls. “We just want to get to know him!” Your mother persists, only stopping when you give her a look.

With your parent’s attention stolen to your sister, who was asking for help to get more juice. Your savior herself. For that, you give her a grateful smile, she simply winks in return.

Turning your attention back to your boyfriend, you find him deep in conversation with your sister’s son, Danny. You watch as Kenan makes a dramatic wide eyed expression. Danny is giggling as he shows Kenan something in his palm.

The sight of Kenan with kids, wasn’t unfamiliar with you. You’d seen him with young fans before, and although adorable.. you’d never seen him like this. Playful and giddy and with your own family.

Eye’s softening, you watch quietly, observing. It isn’t until your parents are back, their own smiles on their faces as they watch the interaction.

Your mother gives you a teasing look, mouthing, ‘marry him. Please.’

Shaking your head humorously, you laugh under your breath. But in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but imagine it all. A life with kids, you and him. You smile at the thought.

A gentle squeeze to your hand pulls you back to reality and you face Kenan, “what?”

“I asked what you were smiling about?” He chuckles seeing the confusion on your face, “you were staring at your plate..?”

Blinking slowly, your eyes flicker across his face. “Nothing, I just love you, that’s all.” You grin from ear to ear.

Kenan mirrors your expression, “I love you too.”

DTS , @halfwayhearted

[unluckiestmember]

can I request mizu with just a very tender and sweet and caring fem reader. Like just giving mizu all of the comfort she never got all these years. Like all the comfort and warmth she lacked suddenly coming all at once and like reader is super patient and just so genuinely kind to mizu

Coming right up!

Mizu (Blue Eye Samurai) X Caring Fem! Reader

Characters: Mizu, Taigen and Ringo.

Tags: Mizu being Mizu, Soft!Mizu, Tender Loving Care, TLC, excessive fluff, Taigen being jealous, Ringo being Ringo, hugging. Just a bunch of cuteness ahead. XD

Warning: SFW. Suggestive Theme.

A/N: Mizu really does need all the love in the world after what she's been through. We love you, Blue Eye Samurai.

With how sweet and caring you naturally were to everyone, Mizu thought one of the following;

You were wearing a facade as a tactic or you were another weak soul in a sea of ignorant and idiotic people.

She didn’t give you the time of day at first, keeping herself away from you, Taigen and Ringo.

But that didn’t stop you from taking care of this woman with all your heart.

When you cared for her wounds from battle, she eased up a bit, thankful for your assistance.

When you held her hand for support, she froze up a bit to the almost foreign concept, but gently held your hand back. She liked that.

When you hugged her, Mizu’s frozen heart found itself thawing.

And when you kissed her, the ice around her heart melted as she kissed you back.

Eventually, she craved your touch. She always needed something from you against her.

Some days she seeped into your arms, picking up your scent and smiling when you kissed her cheek.

Some nights she held you for dear life, cuddling against your body with promises of protecting you from this cruel world.

Taigen couldn’t tell if he should thank you for thawing Mizu’s heart or curse you for being so unnecessarily sweet around him.

Ringo on the other hand thought you guys were the cutest couple he’s ever come across.

Regardless, every sweet action you gave this blue eyed samurai made her become more humane and in tune with her emotions.

Now when you feed her occasionally, she feeds you back.

If you’re checking for injuries and tending to her, Mizu will do the same with ten times more love and care.

If you hug her now, she will hold you and immediately miss your touch when you let go.

Maybe she was happy a long time ago, but nowadays Mizu felt blessed.

You are the source of her happiness and the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

If you got any requests for Blue Eye Samurai, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Would You Love Me if I was a Worm?

this one is short and sweet!

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“…what?” Villain asked.

Hero repeated the question, snuggling closer to Villain on the couch.

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

Villain looked down at them, and a sly grin crossed their features.

“Why don't we find out?” they asked coyly.

Villain moved lighting-quick, grabbing blankets from a basket near the side of the couch.

“Villain, what are you- ack!”

Villain wrapped Hero snugly into a layered blanket burrito. Hero squirmed from inside it, looking quite wormy.

“Hey! Let me out!” Hero pouted.

“Hmm,” Villain said, tapping their finger against their chin.

Villain pulled Hero in close and kissed them. Hero blinked, blushing profusely.

“Yes, my little worm, I still love you,” Villain chuckled.

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[13ag21k]

Ah yes the good old "I can't remove my boyfriend's mask" trope.

[ineffableteeth]

What if the first time Aziraphale sleeps is in Crowleys arms?

Or better yet what if the first time Aziraphale sleeps is with Crowley in his arms?

[shawtuzi]

i love plug!eren sm that’s literally my husband and as much as i love writing about how good he fucks let’s talk about how good he is at aftercare!!!!

“s-shit m’gonna cum, take it take all that shit,” eren grunted into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your slightly sweaty skin. you were squeezing onto his hand for dear life as he brought you to another earth shattering orgasm, his warm cum filling you up while you shook in his arms. you’d think after five rounds of sex he’d be too tired to even lift his head from your neck but here he was already standing up to retrieve a warm washcloth, but not before giving your puffy lips three quick kisses.

you sighed dreamily as if you were in a daze, you grabbed the post sex blunt he rolled earlier and lit it. “i know you didn’t spark that shit without me,” eren chuckled as he walked in the room with a rag in hand. “i’m sorryyy i couldn’t help myself,” you giggled throwing your arm over your face. eren was a little pouty at first but his frown was quickly replaced with a smile when you offered the blunt to him. “wanna take a bath when i’m done?” he asked settling between your parted legs. you shook your head mumbling something about being too tired.

the next couple of minutes were pretty quiet as eren cleaned you up, the only sound being heard was ‘pretty little birds’ playing lowly from eren’s speaker. “m’gonna hit the block tomorrow for a bit but i’ll still be able to take you to your nail appointment,” he spoke softly running washcloth over your thigh. you hummed at his words even though you weren’t completely listening all the way—i mean how could you focus when he looks so damn good post sex??? you took another hit of the blunt before speaking, “can you stay with me until i’m done? maybe we can get food afterwards?” eren nodded his head, “of course i will you know i always do.”

it was now time for your fav part of aftercare—the cuddling!!! your head was laid on his chest as he gently ran his tatted hand up and down your back. “i can already tell i’m gonna be sore tomorrow i don’t know how i’m gonna be able to walk properly,” you groaned nuzzling your face in his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his body wash. eren kissed his teeth and you looked up at him with confusion in those cute little doe eyes of yours. “baby, you know i’d carry you to whole different state if you asked. if you don’t feel like walking to the car or even into the salon you know i’ll be ready,” he chuckled running his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “you’re the best ren,” you smiled leaning up to give him three kisses.

‘in this darkness’ by clara la san began to play on the speaker and surprisingly enough eren began to hum along to it. “you know this?” you asked making eren smile. “yeah…i remember you played it one time in the car and i kept listening to it after that. kinda reminds me of you,” he said the last part so quietly you almost couldn’t hear but luckily you did. “it reminds you of me? how so?” eren was quiet for a moment before speaking, “just the lyrics and shit, i mean i do get lonely when you aren’t here and before we met my world actually almost did shut down i hated it n’ i was miserable. then you came around and just lit everything up, i was finally happy to get out of bed in the morning all because i knew i’d see or hear from you. not to be corny or whatever but i guess you could say you’re the—i don’t know light of my life or whatever.”

eren glanced at you and immediately regretted everything he said when he saw tears in your eyes, “no no no y/n please don’t start crying i’m just saying shit—” you cut eren off with a long kiss quite literally taking his breath away. “that was so sweet eren you really have a way with words you know? that sounded like it really came from the heart,” your smile was as wide as could be as you gave him another kiss. eren was never the type to put all his emotions out in the open and you could never blame him after hearing what he’d been through, so to hear him express that you were the ‘light of his life’ it meant more than anything.

after about fifteen minutes eren peeked down at your now sleeping figure, little snores coming from your parted lips. he ever so gently set you next to him—not bc he didn’t want you on him he just wanted to admire your face and body one last time for the day before he went to bed. he traced his finger from your eyebrow to your nose that you recently had double pierced, down to your lips that he was itching to kiss. if eren had to pick any part of you he loved the most it would be your lips hands down. he loved the way they looked so pretty all glossed up and shiny, and he loved it even more when you left lipstick prints on him—hence why he’s got a tattoo of a (your) lipstick print on the side of his neck. he could still remember the look of terror on your face as you inspected it but you had grown to love it just like all his other tattoos.

he looked at your naked chest as it rose and fell ever so gently as you slept. he could never quite pinpoint why you had not been happy with how your body looked in the past but he never pried afraid he’d upset you with the question. so instead throughout the expanse of your relationship he made sure to kiss every scar, every stretch mark, every imperfect perfection you had to let you know he thought you were a walking goddess and quite literally everyone including him should be kneeling at your feet.

eren pulled you closer to him and gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before dozing off, hoping that he would see you in his dreams.

[lovenonymously]

the importance of well-written stories

watching Lovely Runner was like watching 4 K-dramas at once lol

well-written stories are so rare, you only understand that when you watch something exceptional. something unique. a once in a lifetime experience of watching it for the very first time.

this show gave me so many feelings. in truth, it was an experience. I'm glad I put aside my fear of sad endings and watched as it aired. for once, I took the leap and discovered that's exactly what this drama wanted me to learn.

usually, after finishing really good K-dramas or stories in general, I hit a slump where I cannot function. everything feels dull and boring. a different kind of grief at realising this was just fictional.

but not this time.

all I feel is light and happy. like I'm floating. I want to carry this feeling and runaway. I want to remember how this felt and hold onto it when I get down or get bad days.

lifetimes lived.

Sol was sunlight. bright and unwavering and unforgettable. 💛

living vicariously through Im Sol, from feeling her pain in the beginning to her sunny hope that Sun Jae gave her. all her struggles as she jumped through various lifetimes, loved and lived and loved again. crying with her, laughing with her, rooting for her despite all odds. it was a journey.

beyond her love for Sun Jae, Sol's choices changed her family's life too. they were less hurt and much happier in the future she helped them create. even giving her grandmother a chance to return to the past and relive her fondest memories.

Sun Jae was midnight rain. the comfort of a sudden shower in the middle of summer. 💙

apart from being a complete loser in love, Sun Jae was in love with Sol for a total accumulated time of 45 years.

yep. my reaction exactly ^

I won't lie, when they pulled the "he fell first" trope in Episode 2, I was wary. one, because if the writers were willing to pull such a twist in just the second episode, then who knew what else was in store for us? my guess was pretty spot on, the twists that followed had me gasping and yelling out loud. this show was unpredictable from beginning to end.

and two, because I was worried that Sun Jae's character might get reduced to just him being in love with Im Sol.

in that case, I'm glad to say,

I was completely wrong.

despite Sun Jae's love for Im Sol, he had a grounded personality of his own. whether it was OG Sun Jae (ep 1), who lived in the guilt of what happened to the girl he loved, or Timeline 3 Sun Jae (ep 15), who never fell in love at all, he was positive, kind, decisive and striving to live.

and i love that about him.

for two characters whose stories are so deeply interwoven together, having shaped aspects of each other's lives, Sol and Sun Jae displayed their unique traits exceptionally well as individuals.

I cannot emphasize how happy this makes me. Sun Jae is his own person, Sol is her own person, and they are destined to be together. beyond their desperation for each other's safety and well-being, Sol and Sun Jae are genuinely good people who deserved to be together. even fate and time bent to their will to make it happen.

"As you wait for the rain to stop, live another day."

when a story makes you feel happy, hold onto that feeling. bottle it up. write it down. come back to it on the days the world feels against you and when the times feel too bleak.

fictional though it is, for what it's worth, at least the story exists. it means there are still people out there writing and bringing such stories to life. it means artists and creators like you and I haven't yet forgotten what it's supposed to be like to live. it means there are still people who connect to such stories and learn good things from it.

and as you wait for more such great stories, live another day. perhaps, if you get bored, write the story you want to read.

in the end, it's quite simple.

as for me, I'll be here. crying, laughing, screaming, giggling and kicking my feet while being up to my eyes in second-hand embarrassment (because goodness, these two idiots are COMPLETE LOSERS IN LOVE) throughout these past 8 weeks was the highlight of my year ✨ I will always remember that I watched a beautiful modern fairytale romance in the summer of '24 that reminded me that I was young and full of love to give.

good stories truly do make a difference 🤍

[aaabatteryy]

scrolling through the fiddleford tag but it's all fiddlestan and fiddauthor in a rotating assembly of angst then fluff

[artisticxlly]

"Well? Whaddya think? Ain't my old teammates amazing'?"

Close ups:

[on-the-clear-blue]

Not DDD but some tooth rotting fluff with Dadwing that I had written a while ago.

Dick had always had a kinda 6th sense when it came to Damian, they had been Batman and Robin together, *the* dynamic duo! So he knew when his little brother was upset, more so than usual.

It started after a failed capture, the Riddler had been out of Arkham for over 3 weeks, the longest that he had been out for quite some time.

Bruce had finally found Eddie's hiding spot and was staking him out for some time, trying to determine whether the Riddler was truly there or this was once again a decoy safe house.

Bruce regretfully has the communication skills of a particularly grumpy slug and failed to properly give Damian the brief on what he was doing after joining his father from a round of patrols with Dick.

It really truly wasn't Damian's fault that he rushed in and only really succeeded in flushing out the Riddler and driving him to ground once more.

And once again, Bruce the grumpy slug scowled, let out a grunt and demanded Damian back to the cave, further not explaining why Bruce tried to stop him from taking down the Riddler and why he didn't pursue.

---

Dick was surprised to come out of the locker rooms of the cave to his youngest brother, practically shaking with rage as he not so carefully pulled off his suit, and what was the most concerning to Dick was the quiet, but still angry mutterings coming from the boy.

Dick felt a pang in his chest at the words, his Arabic was not the best but he could tell more than a few foul words slipping from Damians lips, taking a small breath to prepare, Dick slowly approached his little brother, holding his hands up in surrender even before speaking.

"Hey Babybat? Dami? You okay kiddo? What are you-" Dick stopped mid sentence at the scathing glare that was leveled at him, blinking a few times as his brother collected himself enough to speak clearly, but his voice was rough with emotion, and his accent that was usually hidden away came back harder. (Something that Dick realized that Jason and Damian shared, the angrier they are the more they go back to their roots.)

"Do not attempt to placate me Richard, I am not playing your foolish games nor am I wanting to speak of my feelings, so I simply ask you to leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone." At the end the boys words were ground out as he threw down the Robin chest plate and stromed past Dick, heading to the showers.

---

Dick knew it was a little bit risky, but something was clearly upsetting his little brother greatly, so here he was, standing outside of Damians room, letting out a small sigh, Dick softly knocked on the door.

Two short, one long: U

Three long: O

One long, one short, one long: K

Morse code, one of the first no vocal languages that all the birds and the Bats knew, Dick and Damian had used it more than a few times on the field.

The only thing that Dick received from that was a dull thud of something being thrown at the door and the much softer sound of it falling to the floor, but the rest of the room was an inky black.

Letting out a sigh, the oldest of the Wayne children grabbed onto the doorhandle and slowly turning it, pushing the door in as he popped his head in, seeing the sacrificed plush animal laying on the ground where it was thrown

Dick felt guilty being glad it wasn't a knife.

"Dami? Little D? Kiddo I am going to come in..."

Opening the door more, Dick slipped into the dark room, spacial awareness helped Dick circumvent the few basic traps laid around his little brothers room, and made his way over to the boy's bed.

Eyes adjusting to the dark quickly, Dick could see the small outline of his brother shaking under the covers, looking so small in the king-sized bed, sitting on the edge, Dick laid a hand on where he thinks Damians hip is, feeling his heart break a little at the small jump he felt as he did.

"Can you talk to me? Please? I want to help kiddo." The only response he got was a shaky drawn in breath and the form under the blankets shifting, sitting up and revealing his younger brother.

His jade green eyes practically glowed in the dark of the room, Damians glare more tired than angry.

(It was times like these that Dick had to force himself to believe that Damian was just his brother, that the boy was not his son, wasn't the boy he raised for a year and a half as his own)

Shuffling closer to the center of the bed, Dick softly placed his forehead on the boy's own before pulling back after a second, he had learnt that little touches of affection got him a lot farther (and a lot less stabbed) with Damian.

Sitting back Dick watched as Damian crawled over, closing the distance between them and leaned his head onto Dicks shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as he took in several deep breaths, calming himself even further.

Dick didn't dare move while Damian re-centered only snaking his arms around the smaller boy once he felt Damian go slack against him, softly cradling Damian in his arms as he pressed a soft kiss to the boy's spiky locks.

They stayed that way for a while, Dick gently rocking them both as he held his younger brother, silently waiting for Damian to speak first.

"...Father is an idiot..."

Blinking at the words that finally came out, Dick took it in stride, "For a man that is called the worlds greatest detective he can't see two feet in front of him when his loved ones are involved."

Silence lapsed after a little while, only breaking again as Damian pulled back from the hug, staring into Dicks powder blue eyes,

"...is it bad that some days I hate him Baba?" The words crush him, hitting at Dicks heart far worse than anything he had felt before, throat raw and itchy suddenly, Dick tried to not let Damians choice of words affect him.

(Dick has never heard Dami call Bruce Baba, only a ever respectful Father.)

"I-I, Um...I have felt way about B more than a few times Dames...He tries his best but sometimes...some times I do" There was a shine to Damians eyes as he looked into Dicks as the man continued softly "But I don't think it's bad...no I think you are just growing up...It...it's the beginning to when your seeing B how he can truly be like." (A scornful son of a bitch, only that Martha was a wonderful woman...)

Damians face grew distraught, and the shine pooled until soft tears ran down the boys face, "I do not wish to hate Father, but why can he simply not...speak to me? He has not spoke to me outside of case work for over three days and even during that no more than a few words..." leaning his head against Dicks shoulder, the boy's words were muffled slightly as he continued

"Is...is it wrong to expect more from him Baba?"

Dick didn't have any words for his Damian, because he sure as shit isn't Bruce's at the moment, sweeping the boy up into his arms, Dick hled him close while laying the two of them down, Dick on his back and his boy on his chest.

Running a hand through Damians soft hair, Dick thought hard of what to say, "I will speak to him...and maybe Tim...I know you two still have disagreements but honestly for some reason he listens to Tim more than even Alfred...you deserve so much more than that kiddo..."

Dick felt the soft shakes as Damian cried ontop of him, it broke the man's heart to smithereens that even while overwhelmed by emotions his boy still felt the need to try and be as quiet as possible.

Once he felt Damians shudders slow, an the boys breathing came back to a normal rate, Dick reached into his pants and pulled out his phone, "I think we both gotta unwind a little bud...have I ever shown you Bob Ross?"

---

(They watch till the sun peaks through the black out curtains, well, it plays that long, but the two where asleep for a lot longer than that.)

(Bruce gets a very long talking too by his kids, and gets the cowl taken away from him until he gets therapy)

(It only works a little.)

(He made a new one)

[kokokoula]

"i love you.": it was such a simple phrase, 8 letters, 3 words, yet it was the hardest for TSUKISHIMA to say. funny how a few words can hold so much meaning, so much commitment.

he knows that the phrase is easy for you to say. even though it's said often, it still hits him just as hard. the way the words roll off your tongue so casually kills him. he feels the same way, but the possibility of messing up scares him, and he hates that. after all this, you don't force it out of him, still loving him all the same. he's sure he doesn't deserve you.

but one day he suddenly wakes up, and he sees you in his sweater jamming to your favourite songs he grew to love too. his heart swells, and at that moment he thinks,"f*ck it, what could go wrong, right?" he says the words, soft and slow, with a heavy blush on his cheeks but his eyes never leaving you.

"this is long overdue but... i love you."

[daysofyellowroses]

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carmen berzatto x afab!reader | 1.3k | based on this wonderful wonderful request from the love of my life @thecapricunt1616 💗🫶🏻🌼

You found yourself being pulled from sleep as you felt your husband moving around beside you, restless. Letting out a breath, you slowly opened your eyes and blinked in the darkness. After a moment, you turned around and gently touched Carmy's arm, giving it a squeeze.

“Babe, wake up,” You murmured softly, watching him toss and turn before he sat up, his eyes wide as he gasped for breath.

“Hey, I'm here it's okay,” You sat up, gently stroking Carm's back. “just breathe, it's okay.” You moved your hand in gentle circles as Carm caught his breath, his hand pushing through his hair after a while.

“Bad dream?” You asked, placing a kiss on your husband's shoulder.

“Yeah,” Carmy sighed softly, reaching for your hand and gently stroking it. “Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.”

“Don't apologize, it's fine,” You murmured softly, laying back down with Carm and letting out a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around you. “Just try and get some rest, you know I'm here if you need me.”

“I know,” Carm murmured into your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You smiled softly, resting your hand on Carmy's arm. “Now get some sleep.”

The rest of the night was peaceful, thankfully, as you had a very excited little girl jumping into your bed as soon as the sun was coming up. You wrapped your arms around her, smiling as she giggled and tried to break free, her blonde curls tickling your cheek.

“Two more minutes,” You murmured softly, closing your eyes and laughing as your daughter's small hand patted your cheek. “Alright, one more minute?”

“No,” She giggled, wiggling in your arms. “Up now!”

“Okay, okay,” You nodded, sitting up slowly and carefully lifting your daughter down to the ground. “But let daddy have five more minutes while you pick out your outfit.”

You managed to get your daughter to her bedroom without Carm waking up, even as you were treated to a speech about who else would be starting school that day.

“Alright, let's get your uniform,” You smiled, looking over your shoulder to your daughter as you opened her closet. “feeling excited?”

“Yeah!” Your daughter nodded, walking over to you and hugging your leg, your hand gently ruffling her curls as you took her new uniform from the closet.

“Good girl, let's get you dressed, chatterbox.” You smiled, hanging the uniform on the door. It seemed a little odd, having such young kids wear a uniform, but the pre-school your daughter was going to was the best in the state, best in most states, and Carm had insisted his daughter was going to have the best of everything.

Once you had your daughter dressed in her uniform, you fixed up her hair and took her to brush her teeth before taking her downstairs for breakfast. Carm was already in the kitchen, his hand moving over his mouth as he saw your little girl and you could already see the tears in his eyes.

“Oh my goodness,” He sighed softly, walking over to your daughter and dropping down to her level before taking her hands. “‘My big girl, are you really sure you wanna go to school already? Y’know you can wait another whole year right? Keep on staying home with mommy for a bit longer? Y’love playing with mommy, right?”

“Carm,” You raised a brow, rolling your eyes with a grin. “She is not staying home.”

"Daddy, no,” Your daughter frowns adorably, taking her hand from his and wagging her finger at him. “I’s four now! My birfday was yast monfs so I’s a big girl now!’

You bit back a laugh at how cute she was while telling off her father, the smile on Carm's face growing wider as more tears spilled.

"That’s my big brave girl,” He smiled, gently squeezing her hand. “Just like her mommy, ready to take on the world huh?”

“Not without coffee,” You grinned, ruffling Carm's hair as you walked past. “for me, obviously. You're on cereal duty.”

When you arrived at the school, which looked more like an old, beautiful hotel than a school, you got out of the car and went to the backseat to take your daughter out. Carm joined you, sparkly unicorn backpack in his hands. You waved over to some of the mother's you'd become friendly with through endless birthday parties and playdates before looking back to your husband with a smile.

“You know, as much as it suits you,” You gestured to the backpack. “I think someone's eager to head in,” You looked at your daughter, who was already waving over to another little girl.

“I know,” Carm nodded, sniffing a little before he bent down and carefully placed the backpack on your daughter's shoulders, her already small frame made smaller. She barely gave either of you a second glance before she was racing through the gates and joining a group of kids.

“At least we know she won't be lonely,” You smiled, looking over to Carm and letting out a soft sigh as you saw him looking away from the schoolyard, running his hand through his hair.

“Honey..this is a good thing. She's clearly excited and ready for this, we've done a good job.”

You turned back as you heard a familiar voice calling out ‘Daddy’, smiling as you watched Carm turn and spot your daughter and Eva on the steps leading up to the school, waving over to you both.

“Yuv you!”

Before you knew it she'd disappeared inside, and you were taking the car keys from your husband's pocket as a fresh wave of tears hit.

“I just can't believe it,” Carm sighed for the fifth time as you pulled up at a red light. “I mean one minute she's this tiny little thing that can barely open her eyes and now she's in school, like..how does that happen?”

“It's just part of being a parent,” You smiled for the fifth time, turning up the radio a little. “A normal, good part. You saw how excited she was.”

You raised a brow as a familiar sound came from the radio, glancing to it and letting out a sigh as you realized exactly what it was.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness

And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing her forever

And without really entering her world

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter

That funny little girl

You didn't need to look to know your husband was in floods of tears, reaching your hand out and gently patting his thigh before driving ahead.

“S-she she’s growing up too fast baby,” Carm groaned, and you nodded patiently, squeezing his thigh. “like..d’you remember w-when she first came a-and when she was hungry she’d click like a hungry kitten? Oh my god, it was the cutest thing.”

When a couple of hours passed and you still had your husband laying on the couch in tears, you were close to texting Syd to check she really didn't need him at the restaurant til later. It was only when you picked your daughter up and she had clearly had a good day that the tears stopped, but not for long.

A month later, you were standing outside the school gates, chatting to one of the other moms, who gave you a confused look as she looked last you.

“I see he's still taking it well then?”

“Oh yeah,” You nodded, looking over to your tearful husband, waving your daughter off. “He keeps thinking this is all a dream. Can't wait to tell him we get to do this all again in another four years.”