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Signal boosting this response. Also some tags on the reblogs I want to boost as well:

from @ironworked: #don't we always talk about Destiel being A More Profound Bond#about an Angel who fell and a Human who rose?#they both became Something Else during the show and by the end... how do we even define them?#also imagine that someone who once told you he backed the Neanderthals because of their poetry told you years later that he Loves You#like... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#Cas is both the 'dorky little guy' and the cosmic wavelength the size of the Chrysler building#and his love is both 'mundane' and otherworldly#it's what makes sense to me anyway

from @crackdkettle: #i think this also hits on why i’m so wary of people who insist on ‘human!cas endgame!!’#it’s like THEY can’t comprehend cas as a cosmic entity loving dean#so they have to rip out the essence of him to make him comprehensible so they’re comfortable#that’s the only way they can imagine the ship working#when it already works the way it is!#and you’re trying to erase what makes it so special and beautiful and interesting#and meanwhile in canon dean isn’t even human anymore#and that’s its own cool thing

from @angelsdean: #literally!! cas's love for dean being Greater and Beyond human comprehension does not negate it as romantic !!#imo both when jensen said it back in 2021 and now with bedlund what this means is that cas's love is all-encompassing#it's romantic and platonic and akin to worship and cosmic and god-defying. it's everything#to me that's not a bad thing !!#esp when you take the genre and the context of destiel and their story#their love IS greater and different and Beyond anything in their universe#it's narrative-breaking#there really is no other couple that compares to them in-world imo#also fandom is always talking abt them like this too#they literally have a Profound Bond#their love is the one thing god couldn't control or break etc etc#i see posts like this every day and yet whenever someone involved with spn suggests cas's love is this huge awe-inspiring profound thing#people get upset#i really don't get it.#i feel like a lot of destiel fans are stuck in this mindset that Everyone Is Against Them and out to get them#and thus automatically take anything said abt destiel by ppl involved w/ spn in bad faith#it's a bad reaction to have. it's a knee-jerk. and yea there's fandom history#but at this point in 2024 cas's confession has been affirmed by multiple ppl as a romantic love confession#we don't need to keep demanding 'canon' confirmation from creatives / actors#and ppl who don't ship destiel are always going to twist things to fit their interpretation and negate the ship#they could literally kiss sloppy on screen in the reboot#and there will still be ppl that say 'nope not canon. the reboot is not part of spn actually' or whatever

The metaphysical aspect to Dean and Cas's love doesn't preclude the humanistic romantic layer, given how human Cas became, how he learned to process emotions from humans. But the cosmic scale of the love is also a real part of the story, Cas's confession is romantic, the cosmic and ineffable nature of angelic love is also in the mix, they don't cancel each other out. Cas is a hybrid of both worlds. But on top of the humanistic romantic love of an angel with human-y feelings falling in love with his best friend who is human, there is that other aspect Ben talked about and Jensen talked about. (When Jensen said it, people were so insulted, but Jensen was saying effectively the same thing as Ben said).

This idea that because Cas is an angel, a being made of light, who is millennia old, who experiences time differently than humans, his love for Dean is on a scale that it would be hard for humans to grasp. And that doesn't make it not love. But Jensen never played Dean knowing Cas was in love with him (his words. Which had nothing to do with what Dean feels about Cas, but Dean didn't know how much Cas loved him) And even as Cas is confessing, Dean is having trouble accepting he's worthy of that love, he is stunned emotionally by the confession, he had no idea how much Cas loved him, and on top of that, Dean is always contending with that dual nature of Cas. He looks at Cas he sees his geeky handsome weird friend that he loves, he also sees a freakin' angel, he's witnessed Cas's powers, he knows Cas is in human, Cas is Cas, Cas is also something so cosmic and vast Dean can't comprehend it. He is certainly going to have trouble processing the idea that an angel is in love with him.

I am actually feeling so feral about this, I've always enjoyed that aspect of Destiel, human/angel love story is such a powerful idea, interspecies romances are also popular in genre. I'm sorry the antis are so mean and twist that into something where they're trying to slam and lock the door against Destiel being possible whatsoever.

But to me, that layer just makes it even more Destiel. And Ben has talked about it and Jensen has talked about it and it's treated like an invalidation and a shutdown. Maybe people are getting their wires crossed and equating that to the intent of antis when they go "Cas isn't human so he can't be gay and in love with Dean" and it's not the same thing.

I just really want to air this. Appreciating the metaphysical aspects of Destiel, which are inescapable and part of the canon story, is not a shutdown or an invalidation. If people regard it as a dodge. Do they think the Destiel shippers right in their midst are trying to dodge? Do they think we're trying to shutdown? I just hope people will think about the implications of their pushbacks.

And mentally shut out the antis and hear what it is that various parties are really telling you.

(And please I beg of you remember that there is nothing "canon enough" that will ever shut up antis or stop their denialism, we have seen this happen with other shows, it is eternal, it will not stop no matter what Dean and Cas do next in canon).

[fallingrealms16]

CAITVI FIC REC LIST PART 1 (???) <3333

Now tell me why I’ve never actually read wlw fics before???? Because now I’m insanely obsessing over Caitvi (arcane) (also their name should be Violyn FIGHT ME)

SO WITHOUT FURTHER A DUE: here is my first compiled list of VIOLYN fics that I have read so far! (Word count ordered: ascending) There will absolutely definitely 1000% be another one of these so if you like it pls pretty pls note it, comment, re tumble it!

Reminder‼️ pretty please read all the tags on each fic before reading as I am not responsible for any emotional trauma you may experience ^3^ (more notes at the bottom ty, ily <3)

Where All the Secrets are Spilled by ConnieLingus, L_Kayze

10K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // 1K Hits // COMPLETED

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The reunited Hellfire squad drinks together in the Kiramman Family Library before Noxus invades Piltover. Caitlyn and Vi reckon with their mistakes. It gets angry, it gets raw, and then it gets away from them.

An imagining of what happens post Act 2 and pre Act 3

Bound and Determined by Pandoras_Hope

27K Words // Chapters: 10/10 // 6.9K Hits // COMPLETED

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When Vi finally gets released from Stillwater prison, she is determined to get back to her old life as quickly as possible. But a chance encounter with her new next-door neighbor pulls her into an unexpected tangle of sex, violence, and a plot to take control of the undercity.

Vicious Dogs Fight Dirty by paleserendipity

33K Words // Chapters: 3/3 // 2.7K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

If anything, she should be at home, resting the countless cuts and bruises lining her skin. Though, really, if she had a choice in it, she’d probably still choose to come here. Easier to fight than curl up in a makeshift bed as nightmares of your situation-ship girlfriend plague you, right?

Burn by ThisOrThatFan

44K Words // Chapters: 6/6 // 9K Hits // COMPLETED

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A modern AU of Piltover's Finest - a story of two firefighters battling flames not only on the job, but also against the internal fire burning within their hearts.

Late Fine by ConnieLingus

52K Words // Chapters: 7/7 // 13K Hits // COMPLETED

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Vi’s one night stand is working the Returns counter at the Zaunite Branch of the Connected Cities County Public Library and Vi has to return her sister��s overdue items. What could go wrong?

Make Out Lessons With A Boxer by poetess

72K Words // Chapters: 8/8 // Hits: 98K ?? // COMPLETED

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The friends with benefits college AU where oblivious mutually pining idiots pine mutually, jinx is an exhausted zoomer, and bisexuals rule the world.

I wanna point out that I use Ao3. At one point this year the normal Ao3 server was down and I wasn’t able to load any fics I was reading but I found that Ao3 has a secondary website completely the same: archiveofourown.gay

So naturally being the queer diva I am, I completely switched to .gay because it’s iconic <3

Also I am an adult so these fics usually are explicit or teen and up just because I like the explicit themes.

May vary from smexual content or just mature themes (violence ect…)

These fics are just what caught my eye first and just so happen to all be labelled explicit!

BUTTTTT if you want any fic recs such as “teen and up” or “all audiences” let me know as I’m open to anything!

My question box is also open so if you’re looking for fics with certain tags I’m happy to search and recommend! The fandoms I follow are:

Supernatural (destiel ship mainly)

DC universe (superbat mainly!)

Marvel (fluff for Spider-Man and tony stark - FATHER/SON, Bucky x Reader, stucky, x-men universe)

Teen Wolf!!! (Started off my account as this - specifically sterek but I do read Stydia sometimes too)

Arcane (Violyn mostly known as Caitvi😪)

I take recommendations too so if you find something you think I should read I’m all eyes and ears HAHA

I read all the fics I recommend too to know exactly what I am recommending!!! If you have made it this far reading Thankyou and I appreciate you ⭐️

[softhairedhotch]

Imagine planning out your new home with Aaron??? Specifically getting a bathtub that’s large/long enough to fit him in general, and both of you comfortably?? Drawing a warm bath for Aaron after a long case or even just because 🥹 putting lots of epsom salt in there to soothe his sore muscles <3

this is sooooooo cute oh my god <33

i love the idea of him getting home from a long tiring case and wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed but he has things he needs to do and responsibilities to take care of :(( he has a whole to-do list for when he gets back but when he walks in he finds out you've already done it for him <33 you made jack his school food for the week and helped him with his homework and you sent off a letter aaron needed to but wasn't able to get around to when he was on the case and you restocked the kitchen even when he said he'd do all that when he got home,, he'd genuinely feel like the luckiest man ever and he'd give you the biggest hug and give you soooo many kisses and you give him twice as many because he deserves it

and when you tell him you have a warm bath ready for him with his favourite products so he can just relax before bed? he's pretty sure he just fell head over heels in love with you all over again :') the bath is big enough for the two of you so he asks if you can join him because all he wants is to be wrapped up in your arms <33 you get in with him and hold him for as long as he wants and gently scrub/clean his body and hair and he lets out all these soft appreciative sighs and he wants to reciprocate but the case really took it out of him and he falls asleep bc he's just so comfortable :(( what a cutie

when the water starts to get cold, you gently wake him up and help him out of the bath, helping him into his comfiest pair of pjs bc he's falling asleep on the spot and it's so cute hehe and then the two of you get into your shared bed and he's asleep the moment his head hits your chest <333 he just feels so safe and comfortable around you and he's never been so happy <3333

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Thank you so much for the response and I'm so glad you're doing well! With that said, I'd love to send in a romantic matchup request for Hobbit & LOTR, if that's alright.

I'm tall 5"9, she/her, 20. I'd like to be paired up with a male character. Personality-wise I am described as ambitious, resourceful, adaptable and very stubborn. I'm a lone wolf to the core and independent for it, I don't feel much comfort in asking help of others or relying on someone. Although I can yap a lot when I'm really close to someone and we're talking about something interesting or about something I'm passionate about. I'm not the best when it comes to emotions or physical displays of affection.

I love reading books and I love to learn in general - new hobbies, skills, about history..etc. Specifically, my favourite books are Game of Thrones series(and Tolkien books ofc). Favourite animal is a dragon. My other hobbies are art and writing and a bit of calligraphy and I have a hobby of collecting pretty rocks. My aesthetic would be a mix of dark academia+medieval themes, medieval royalty type of thing. For looks- I already said I'm quite tall, besides that I have brown eyes, glasses and really long brown hair with white streaks (grays- *couGh*) that I love to braid now and then, I'm pretty athletic and have some curves. I also have a lot of beauty marks everywhere.

That's it, I tried to keep it short so I hope it's alright :'D thank you sm for your time 💕

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HI! I'm sorry this is a tad late! Thank you for your request! <3333

I hope you enjoy your matchups!

Romantic Matchups; The Hobbit and The Lord Of The Rings

~~~ Romantic;

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The Hobbit;

Thranduil -

You meet Thranduil during a formal event at his halls in Mirkwood. Perhaps you’re there as an emissary, or he takes an interest in your scholarly pursuits and invites you to his court.

Either way, that was where you officially met.

Your keen interest in history and your medieval royal aesthetic catch his eye.

He might initially seem cold and aloof, his gaze assessing. However, your passion for learning and dragons manages to spark genuine interest.

Perhaps one day he'll tell you about his scars.

A conversation about ancient lore or your rock collection would slowly soften his demeanor.

Thranduil respects independence and strength, qualities he sees in you. He admires how you carry yourself, blending elegance and strength.

He doesn’t push you to rely on him but creates opportunities to share knowledge and experiences, such as inviting you to study the Elven archives or learn about the treasures in his halls.

Your stubbornness and his regal pride occasionally lead to playful clashes of wit, but he secretly enjoys your ability to stand your ground.

Sometimes there are fights, but they are quickly resolved.

The friendship grows through late-night discussions in the grand halls, where you both talk about ancient tales, compare aesthetics, and admire each other’s intellect.

Thranduil is cautious with his emotions but finds himself charmed.

He notices the way you light up when speaking about topics you’re passionate about, and though he doesn’t show it openly, his heart warms when you talk animatedly about a book your read or show him your latest pretty rock find.

His subtle gestures - like gifting you rare stones or books on lore he thinks you’d appreciate - are how he begins to express his affection.

Thranduil is a king, so romance with him is grand but restrained. Expect quiet, meaningful moments rather than overt public displays of affection.

He’d braid a strand of your long hair, intertwining it with silver and jewels as a sign of his affection, especially when you mention how much you love braiding.

You can braid his hair too :)

He tells you how your beauty marks are like stars.

One of Thranduil’s love languages is quality time. He’d invite you to stroll through the starlit woods of Mirkwood, discussing ancient lore and admiring the natural beauty surrounding you.

Spend hours reading ancient texts in the royal library. He’d sit across from you, his piercing gaze occasionally wandering to admire your focus.

He’d teach you calligraphy using Elven techniques, his hands guiding yours if needed.

Don't even get me started on the clothing he would get made for you.

He’d personally train you in swordsmanship or archery, wanting you to feel capable and secure in dangerous times.

You are there when Thranduil is feeling down, lending an ear, and making sure he is alright.

If you need time alone, his is willing to leave the room, but before, he makes sure you have everything you need.

Staying up late to watch the stars together.

~~~

The Lord Of The Rings;

Haldir -

You meet Haldir while wandering in Lothlórien, drawn to its beauty and mystery.

Perhaps you were studying Elven culture or merely passing through.

As the watchful Marchwarden, he is the first to spot you, his sharp gaze cautious. However, he notices your graceful demeanor and admires your respectful curiosity about the land.

Your shared appreciation for history and knowledge sparks a tentative connection. He finds your dragon fascination peculiar but endearing and might tease you about it gently.

Haldir appreciates your independence and shares your love of deep, meaningful conversations.

You bond over late-night walks through Lórien’s golden woods, where you exchange tales and philosophies.

He values your adaptability and ability to hold your own in a conversation. You’d earn his respect through your wit and determination.

Though reserved, Haldir begins to open up as he recognizes your loyalty and willingness to be there for him without smothering his space.

He needs space too sometimes.

Haldir is hesitant to express romantic interest, but he notices small things about you - the way your hair shines in the moonlight, the conviction in your voice when speaking passionately, and the delicate care you put into braiding your hair.

His affection is shown through actions rather than words: guarding your favorite spots, teaching you about the flora and fauna of Lórien, and leaving small tokens like pressed flowers for you to find around your room.

Haldir’s romance is understated but deeply meaningful.

He’d show you how to handle an Elven bow, his hands lightly brushing yours, though he’d hide his flustered expression behind his calm demeanor.

Share quiet evenings reading together. He’d help translate Elven texts for you and take pride in your eagerness to learn.

Haldir teaches you elvish, falling deeper in love with you as you try and pronounce a word or two perfectly.

Playfully argue about tactics and strategies, whether in combat or games. He enjoys the intellectual challenge and seeing your fiery stubbornness.

Carve a small wooden dragon for you, his attempt at combining his skill with your passion.

You share your artistic talents by drawing landscapes of Lórien or even sketching him while he’s unaware.

You encourage him to relax and enjoy life’s simple pleasures, like admiring the beauty of a sunrise or sitting quietly in nature.

Be his confidante, providing a safe space for him to express vulnerabilities he’d never show to others.

Braiding each other's hair, the courting has begun.

[lenacosse]

bestieee hope u r doing well <333 id like to request a tan x reader where he surprises her for her bd??? like maybe the context is that they r both contract killers and they both have worked together several times, lem and reader r great friends but she has an enemies to lovers kind of thing with tan??? so she’s really surprised that he even remembered and he’s all shy and nervous cuz bbg isn’t good with voicing his feelings 😔 if u can’t write it it’s completely ok and feel free to change anything !!! mwuaks

(omg you’re so sweet stop it rn😭😭 im so happy to take this request I really hope you like it! I cannot think of a title or even a song for this so for now it remains untitled. hope this is okay and hope you enjoy <3333)

paring: tangerine x fem reader

cw: alcohol intake, mature language

word count: 2,455

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“Fuck this bastering banner won’t stick for fuck sake!” Tangerine ranted as the banner fell off the wall for the fourth time.

“Calm down I’ll do it,” Lemon sighed and helped Tangerine put the banner up. “See, not so hard just relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

“Relaxed?” Lemon laughed, “you are not relaxed. (Y/N) will appreciate this it doesn’t have to be perfection.”

“What? I don’t care. The banner is pissing me off,”

Lemon furrowed his brows and turned to look at Tangerine. “So what you’re saying is you don’t care if she likes this?”

“Exactly.” Mumbled Tan.

“Right that’s why you went out of your way to do all of this…”

Tangerine just scoffed and walked away, this only made Lemon laugh. He had never seen Tangerine so adamant to perfect anything.

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You receive a text from Lemon, he lets you know he’s on his way to pick you up. You touch up your lipgloss and take a final glance at yourself, the red in your cocktail dress making your eyes pop. You looked truly breathtaking. Lemon knocks on the door, you grab your bag and open the door to be met with a bouquet of daisies and a gift bag.

“Lemon! You didn’t have to do all this,” you smile and hug him. You and Lemon got on extremely well, you’d know him for a few years and occasionally worked with him which only further pushed your growing bond. He made you laugh and being with him was easy for you, not that you could say the same about his other half, who just like you expected was nowhere to be seen.

“Of course I did. It’s your birthday,” Lemon walks inside and you put the flowers into a vase, you set the gift bag on the counter and the two of you leave and get into his car.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”

“Nope. There’s nothing you need to know until we’re there.” Lemon responds and you pout, which does not make him budge. Only laugh at you in response.

The entire car ride you pester him over and over about what the night was going to look like, yet he didn’t give in. So now you stand at a restaurant door, this made you assume you were going for dinner. Lemon said the booking to the waitress and she leads you both through the busy restaurant, the ceilings in the restaurant were high and the decor was fancy. Looking around the place you barely notice when she leads you both down the stairs, this confused you all over again, there was no seating downstairs.

It all made sense as you walked into the room to see your few close friends there, it was a surprise party. A wide smile of complete gratitude spread on your face as you looked around the space, it was completely decked out in birthday decorations, all of your favourite colour. And there sat a table with your favourite cocktails and party foods. Whoever’s idea this was pulled it off perfectly, you greet your friends who are beyond happy to be celebrating you. Being a contracted killer automatically made social life difficult, you had to be cautious about who you let into your life but the few friends you did have you absolutely loved. Since your friends were there you had assumed it was Lemon who planned it all, your friends had met Lemon before at a dinner party you threw but that was brief and you talk about them a lot, so he knew how much you appreciated them.

You go over to the table with the drinks and take one, you smiled knowing how personalised everything here was. Even the music was your favourite songs, you didn’t want to cry on your birthday but you truly couldn’t fathom the effort that went into making your day special.

“Happy birthday,” you hear from behind you, you’d recognise that voice anywhere. You turn around, drink in hand and look at Tangerine.

“Thank you. I’m surprised you even remembered nevermind showing up.”

“It’s your birthday, I wouldn’t not come.”

You shrug and crack a smile, Tangerine returns it. Not that you expected it considering how your last interaction went a few months ago, you were still pissed off at him but you didn’t want to argue on your birthday.

“Did Lemon force you here?”

“No I came on my own accord,” Tangerine looks you up and down, drinking in your beauty, you returned the gesture and you could almost sense that he was… nervous? “Who do you think put up the decorations?”

An expression of surprise overrides your face, you didn’t expect Tangerine to be involved that’s to say the least. “I just didn’t expect this.”

Tangerine just shrugs and walks over to sit with Lemon, they both jump into conversation as you finish your first drink, immediately moving onto the second. The night was exactly as you wanted, a few friends and drinks, birthdays always reminded you of your family. You had a tricky relationship with them and most of the time you were able to not think of it, but you wouldn’t let it ruin tonight.

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You finish your fifth drink, the alcohol completely overriding your system now and you were to put it plainly, wasted. It didn’t take much to have you drunk but it was your birthday, no harm in having fun after all.

“Having a good time?” Lemon asks, your swaying to the music and he came to join you, over your shoulder you notice Tangerine he’s acting strange tonight, extremely quiet.

“Yes! Thank you so much for all of this you’re the best.” You slur, a content grin plastered on your face.

Lemon just pats your shoulder and goes to sit with your friends, they were drunk and you couldn’t help but laugh as they fawned over him. Maybe Lemon had a way with words. You look at Tangerine again and this time he sees you, he smiles at you which has your brain wracking an answer as to why the fuck he’s being so nice, you decide to go ask him.

You plummet down beside him, sighing as the soft back of the seat collides with your back. You turn to look at him and he takes a drink of his drink.

“You’re being awfully nice. Why?”

“It’s your birthday love, I’m not going to be a dickhead to you am I?”

“Oh how nice of you.” You roll your eyes and he just smirks. “Don’t look at me like that,” you scoff and shove his arm.

He chuckles in response. “Like what?”

“You know what I mean,” you mock him.

“You look nice,” he mumbles quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“I know right, we look relatively normal for contracted killers. No one would suspect a thing.”

“Like you don’t have knives strapped to your thighs right now.” Tangerine raises a brow.

“That’s besides the point.” You roll your eyes and unconsciously hum to the song that’s playing, you notice from your peripheral vision him actually staring at you. But not the harsh stare that he usually wears, a softer one that is actually taking you in.

“Are you having a good night?”

“Mhm. But why do you care Tan?” You cock your head to the side, looking into his deep blue eyes.

“I don’t know. Just want things to be nice for you.” He falters.

“You’re nervous. Why?”

“Im not.” He scoffs. You just raise an eyebrow at him to which he returns a stern glance back at you.

“Okay whatever you say,” you shake your head and leave him alone, you go sit with your friends, who are still fawning over Lemon.

“(Y/N)!” Your friend practically squeals upon seeing you. You laugh and sit beside her. You all engage in a conversation before your friend pipes up.

“Call your boyfriend over he seems so lonely.”

You look at her as if she was crazy. Your friends all share the same confused expression which you return.

“Im confused,” your friend says.

“About what?” You reply

“Isn’t he your boyfriend, the one who invited us all?”

“No he’s not my boyfriend and what do you mean he invited you all?”

“It seems like it, the way he was looking at you? He seemed to really care about you considering he pulled all of this off.”

“No he didn’t, Lemon done all of this.” You look at Lemon for clarification, but he just meets you with a knowing expression.

“No. It was Tangerine who pulled this off, it was his idea.” Lemon confirmed.

You try to process that fact, it shouldn’t be strange to know that someone threw you a party, but it was whenever that person was Tangerine. Tangerine who make ridiculous comments that made you want to punch him, Tangerine who soaked every statement in sarcasm, Tangerine who was a grumpy dickhead nine times out of ten.. but what about the Tangerine who opened your car door? What about the Tangerine who always makes sure you get home safe? Or the Tangerine who listens to rant about a mission? Or the Tangerine who put so much effort into tonight only for you to accredit someone else for it. You look over to where he was sitting but he wasn’t there anymore, you immediately get up and make your way back upstairs, you’d hoped he had only gone out front for a cigarette.

And rightfully so you find him leaning against the wall, tie loose and three shirt buttons undone as he smoked a cigarette. He notices you but does a double glance as you walk towards him. You stand against the wall and look at him.

“Hi.” You smile.

“Hello,” Tangerine replies, his voice softer than usual. You watch him as he exhales the smoke.

“Thought you left.”

“Do you want me to?” Tangerine looks at you, your expression dismisses that quickly.

“No. I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want you there.”

“You said you hated me last time we were together.”

“Because you were being a dick to me. I was pissed off, but I’m not anymore. I want us to have a fresh start.”

“Why?” Tangerine ask as he finishes his cigarette, dropping it to the ground.

“What do you mean why?” You almost laugh. “You done all this for me tonight yet you cannot understand why I want to mend things between us?”

“How did you find out?” Tangerine turns to face you.

“My friend made it obvious. No offence but I didn’t expect you to be the one who done all of this. I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well I don’t hate you either.” You nudge him with your elbow, he just playfully rolls his eyes. “How did you know all my favourite things?”

“I listen to what you say. You and Lemon aren’t exactly quiet,”

Your face flushes a little and you sigh. “Im sorry I didn’t realise it was you who done all this.”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for being a dick.”

“Forgiven.” You smile. “But why did you do all of this?”

“To apologise.”

“That’s it? Thats the only reason?”

Tangerine shrugs and looks at the ground, you pull a puzzled expression.

“Am I missing something? You’ve been so quiet and almost shy the entire night, that’s not like you.”

“Just tired.”

“Tan… seriously what’s up?”

He turns to you reluctantly, his warm hand brushes over your cold one.

“You’re cold?” He takes off his jacket. “Take this.”

“Thanks,” you put his jacket on, his cologne strong on the jacket, you could almost sigh into it. “But tell me seriously we’re not leaving here until you confess.”

“It doesn’t matter (Y/N), honestly.”

“Ugh it matters to me. Just tell me.”

Tangerine sighs and you just cross your arms, not backing down from your point.

“Fine.” His voice is hesitant which only makes you more suspicious. “I wanted to tell you, that I,” he sighs. “I like you.” The last part is such a mumble you barely make it out.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No I actually didn’t..”

“… I like you.”

You look at him a blank expression on your face, you didn’t know what to say. You felt yourself heat up as he looked at you intensely, you’d never really considering him liking you. Sure you definitely liked him even when you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him but he had a way of charming you, he was interesting and extremely handsome that you’d be a fool not to feel something for him. But he definitely caught you off guard.

“You? Like me?” You say clearly baffled.

“I knew this was fucking stupid.” He sighs and starts to walk off.

You follow after him and grab his hand, pulling him back. “No don’t.” You sigh. He turns to look at you. “I didn’t expect this that’s all, I mean I thought you were repulsed by me. I tried to make you like me but I thought it wasn’t working.”

“You tried to make me like you? I like you the way you are.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner. I thought it was obvious how I felt.”

“I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t obvious at all, and I hate all that lovey dovey crap.”

“God you’re such a gentleman.” You roll your eyes. “So… are you going to kiss me?”

Tangerine scoffs and grabs your waist pulling you in, he presses his lips to yours and you share a passionate kiss, your arms warm around his neck and up into his hair. Your tongues interlink and the kiss intensifies. He backs you against the wall and you tug softly on his dark brown curls. Slowly he pulls back, both of your lips were swollen. He stands up straight and so do you, he smirks at you and you blush.

“Wait,” you laugh. “You have lipstick on your mouth.”

“Oh fucking great,” he grumbles.

You roll your eyes and grab his collar pulling him down to your level, you wipe the lipstick off his mouth.

“There quit complaining.” You tease.

You both stand there, looking at each other. You quite literally couldn’t believe that Tangerine was being nice to you never mind confessing feelings for you, but it made sense. He was a typical man who didn’t know how to express his feelings, so of course he pisses you off. But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to get the truth out of him.

“We should go back in..” he says

“Yeah.” You agree, he takes your hand and the two of you go back to the party. When you walk in Lemon starts enthusiastically cheering.

“Fucking knew it!”

[ashoss]

Hii!! This is waterunderthebridge12, I just stumbled across your art of The Robin Declaration and it made my entire week <3333. I love Duke so much and I'm so glad there are others who love him too!!! I would love if you dropped your Duke-centric fic recs, I've only read a few good ones (that aren't just him being an outsider) so any recs are appreciated!

oh my god! hii! im so glad u liked the silly little doodle lol i would love to do an actual drawing for either The Robin Generation or the Robin Declaration !! they were such fun reads and i absolutely adored the way you portrayed all of them <33

unfortunately i dont really have a lot of duke-centric fics but i have a couple!

WHEN EARTH FINDS STARS. by orpheusaki

duke & jason, pre-WAR and signal

15.8k words, 4 chapters (unfinished)

"Let it be known that I completely detest the implications of what this situation is mirroring," Red Hood grumbles to himself and it's the longest string of words Duke has heard from any so-called Gotham vigilante, let alone the one who's known for shooting more than he is talking. "The fuck?" Duke mutters, because if he's already going to die, he might as well try and make sense of it. "I'm not going to care about whatever sob story you have," is what Red Hood replies with instead of explaining, "Where are your parents?" "Gone," is all Duke says, because it's really none of this guy's business. It's also the truth. Somehow, Red Hood sounds even more anguished about this information than Duke is, "Ah shit." (Duke steals the tires off Red Hood's bike and somehow gains a family.)

YOU HEAR ITS SONG FROM THE MORNING BIRDS. (series) by orpheusaki

duke & bruce, duke & batfam

9k words, 3 words (unfinished)

A series of Duke Thomas centric works, mostly featuring his growing relationship with his new kind-of-dad-boss-friend, Bruce Wayne.

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich

duke & tim, alfred, bruce

54k words, 6 chapters

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision. And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged. “Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!” “Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.

Family-- by incorrectbatfam

duke & batfam

3.3k words, 1 chapter

“Your assignment over the weekend is to write a poem about your family.”

Strange Bedfellows by snackbaskets

duke & steph & jason

2.7k words, 1 chapter

Little known fact about bats: they're AWFUL at sleeping alone. At least, the ones in the Manor seem to be, if the half-conscious kind-of-maybe siblings using Duke as a body pillow are any indication. When did he sign up for this?

Ghosts Of The Past by PlatitudinalTeen

duke & martha, thomas, duke & bruce

7.2k words, 1 chapter

Shortly after moving into Wayne manor, Duke discovers he can commune with the dead when his grandparents, Thomas and Martha Wayne begin to accidentally haunt him. ------- "No powers?" Duke repeated, even more confused as he tried to recall everything he had ever heard about Ghosts. "So, you can't possess anyone or make the lights flicker? What about telekinesis and all the other scary stuff from the books and movies?" "Those things can only be achieved by malicious spirits, dear," Martha told him. "We may be ghosts, but we aren't vengeful." They had made peace with their deaths, and even if they were still tied to the manor, it was exactly where they wanted to be. Thomas chuckled. "Yes, that's more of our son's department," he quipped, using his fingers to mimic Batman's ears. "Vengeance is a young man's game, really."

Starshine by zodarii_dae

duke & bruce, reverse robins

3.6k words, 1 chapter

Duke Thomas is a Gothamite, through and through. There’s not a lot he knows for certain, but he knows that the bagels are great, that Bruce Wayne is stupid rich, and that Batman will always protect him. That’s just how it is. So when Batman promises to bring him to his family, he believes him. Neither of them expected it to happen quite the way it did, but it all works out for the best. Or How Duke loses his parents, gains a new family, and becomes a vigilante- in that order, with some stuff in between.

necessary reminders by Quillium

duke & batfam

5.2k words, 1 chapter

Duke, as Signal becomes known and as Duke becomes part of the Wayne family.

*ao3 acc needed

hope you enjoy !!!

[jaes1lvr]

Moots as pretty words?

wow anon, you really got me thinking hard rn 👻 i tried my best for you though 🙏🏽

@dovedi — precious (dina pookie, youre 1 of my first friends on here so you will always have a special in my heart 🫂💘 #imadoveforlife 🔥🔥🕊💯)

@gigittamic — sweetheart (because gigi is honestly one of the kindest souls i have ever come across 💔☹️ shes always commenting on my posts & shes just a sweet person overall. we LOVE gigi here ‼️)

@p-oisn — cherished (i give you this word because i honestly do cherish whenever we interact 😇😇💘 whenever i see your username mention me or comment under a post of mine, i literally kick my feet ☝��🤓 chi is the best <3)

@jenfaery — generous (mari baby, i get so happy when you compliment my mdbds:( you & your blog are just the definition of perfection 😊 you say the sweetest things & i appreciate them sm 💗💗🤗)

@fairytopea — breathtaking (whenever i see ANY of vinis posts im like 😵😵😵😵 AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE DIVIDERS EITHER 😈💯 theyre truly stunning all the time :333 💗)

@y2jiz — welcoming (ive talked to mimi a few times but i felt so at ease when we talked. shes seems like a very warm person which i love 🙏🏽☺️💗)

@yeritos — iconic (ok this word may not be considered pretty 😓 but junes mdbds are always on a whole other level!!! i gave you iconic because youre one of the founding mothers of mdbd making 🔥🔥💯 i truly appreciate you for pmo mdbd making 🫡🩷🩷🩷)

@wiotas — heartfelt (whenever you reply to a comment of mine or if you comment under my mdbds, your responses feel very genuine...leo you make me feel warm & cozy 😻😻😻 <3333)

@softkiseu — speechless (navi, whenever i see your posts i am literally loss of words...everything matches from the text, images, aesthetic & the little gifs at the bottom. youre absolutely incredible & truly inspiring:) 💘🦋)

@haevrrs — pleasing (HEAR ME OUT pennes posts are always so beautiful & the pics used just work so well together 🤧 so this is why i used this word for you!!! your account is like a treasure to me 💌 PENNE THE GOAT 🐐🔥🔥‼️)

@h-anis — comforting (i feel like this is how majority of your mdbds make me feel. with that being said, i get the impression that you also have a calm personality...its very easy to be around you 🥰🥰 <333)

[gamerbearmira]

Hello resident Evil AU person here! First You don't have to apologize for the long response time I understand that life gets pretty busy and I'm just appreciative that we are able to have a back and forth to begin with! Though I will never say no to artwork or little snippets speaking of For your snippet I will tell you that Mirabel did a mass experimentation on her family so they all got experimented on on the same night just different times in the night. That way there was no prolonged period of anxiety/fear for her family and having them question which one of them is going to be next.

Miranda did kidnap a good portion of villagers from the encanto the same night that she kidnapped the rest of the Madrigal family. Some of them were for experimentation a lot of them were to bolster the numbers in the village and to get rid of the inbreeding problem that was starting to form in the village because of Miranda not allowing new blood to enter the village by experimenting on every new person that came to the village. There are a lot of people that Mirabel recognizes from her childhood. she tries her best to make them feel comfortable and welcome but that's really hard to do with the cult environment that is the village so a lot of the villagers from The encanto just spend most of their time near mirabel and her family.

And once again you are correct Miranda has been watching the encanto since the triplets were 10 years old and had been making plans for them since then. Originally she was just going to observe the community and family for a little while and then was going to steal the candle and experiment on it but she changed her mind and instead chose to observe them to see if she could find a vessel for Eva in their family. she would make frequent trips back to the encanto from the village and had her own persona in the Encanto she was there for every gift celebration and was there when Mirabel's door faded away in fact it was at mirabel's gift celebration where her obsession began with mirabel. Not just because her door faded away and she was the only one who had that happen to her but because before Mirabel even got to her door her and Miranda ran into each other and had a little conversation. just a small little back and forth of little Mirabel apologizing for running into Miranda, Miranda saying that it's okay and then telling her to run along and enjoy her party, That little back and forth combined with the fact that her door faded away almost immediately after convinced Miranda that Mirabel was the black mold chosen vessel (large leap in logic I know but it's Miranda that we're talking about that's all she seems to do).

Speaking of the black mold yes at one point when Mirabel first got to the village she did think about her abuelo Pedro and if it would be possible to communicate with him/bring him back using the black mold she obviously didn't try to do that but there were a couple moments before her family got there that she did consider trying to communicate with him through the black mold because she was hoping that he might have a connection between himself and the miracle and that he would be able to tell her if her family was okay and maybe even get a message to them.

As always any artwork is appreciated!

WOOP WOOPPPPP I’M SO GLAD <333 I know I’ve been mad slow, it’s finals week but. I will be free soon <\3333 very happy I love being able to talk about this au. ALSO NOTED FOR THE SNIPPET. Very helpful, I was actually unsure. It does help, trust <333 Will be writing it and doing art 👹👹

ANYWAYYYYY. I do remember you mentioning it, lmao 😭 we’re 5e Guzman brought or did they stay in the Encanto?? Honestly just wondering, I mean Miranda just taking villagers like nothing, like they’re puppets or filler characters is wild 💀 And the fact that she’s been watching the Madrigals for so long. And becoming hyper focused on Miranel after her ceremony is. So creepy 🌚 like does Miranda truly have nothing better to do with her time??? It genuinely is freaky asl. And honestly her leap in logic does not phase me, I mean it!s Miranda, do we really expect any less???

W Mirabel for thinking of Pedro but not spiraling like somebody

THESE GUYS 💪💪💪 honestly I was gonna do Dolores anyway, And I wanted to draw Julieta’s infection. And Félix just somehow ended up here 🦈 we love it tho

[queeenpersephone]

omg!!!! i’m so happy you are still alive in the ironwidow fandom and THANKYOU so much for the sneak peak of king of my heart - i am so looking forward 🥹🥹💞💞💞

& when inspiration strikes, here are some drabble ideas from me <3

— Morgan & tonynat drabbles,,,, i read your endgame drabble about them and thought it was sosososososos cute and would love love more of how nat has interacted with morgan through the 5 years and made their little family ( i love domestic fluff and i think nat and children is always just so 🥺 ) + optional appearance of Pepper and Rhodey to complete the iron fam (i don’t ship pepperony but i love pepper and i really appreciate how you write her in your fics <333)

— Nat with young peter drabble!!! i love (how many times have i said love im so sorry there’s no other way to describe my feelings ㅋㅋ) your ao3 fic about nat adopting peter and rasing him, would love to see their little spider family through the years from babey peter to teenage peter and + maybe their little family after the addition of tony 🩷

BUT YES! that’s all from me <3333 have a great day <3

hi hi!! sorry it took me so long to get to this but thank you so much for the prompts - this drabble is adjacent to your first one. it's not exactly on point but it's part of a larger fic ('so it goes') that i'm getting close on finishing up that does have actual morgan&nat interactions! this is just the lead up to that. it was going to be that but then tony and nat started talking and they have a mind of their own lol. still, i hope you love it as much as i love you for this super sweet ask <3

this takes place in this drabble's universe where tony and pepper break up (but changing it a little so it's after they have morgan) and tony and nat get together about a year and a half after infinity war. you don't have to read that one to get this one <3

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At first, he doesn’t realize that he’s keeping his two lives separate. 

Natasha comes upstate often, but sporadically. They don’t speak of it, but he knows that she’s running operations for the Avengers. Sometimes, he wants to call up Bruce or Clint or Thor or, god, even Steve, and demand to know why it’s Natasha who has to keep the world together while the four of them wallow. But then he’d be a hypocrite because he’s wallowing too, and that useless conversation isn’t compelling enough to open up a line of conversation that he wants to remain closed. Plus, it would violate the unspoken agreement between Nat and him that their time is sacred, separate, and private. 

It takes him about eight months to realize that she never visits when Morgan is with him. 

Initially, he’s grateful. Morgan knows about Natasha, but only as Daddy’s friend who visits him sometimes when she’s not there. He certainly talks all about Morgan to Natasha, who easily keeps up with the proper commentary, questions, and advice when he gushes or worries about his daughter. 

Morgan, as the brilliant three year old she is, is the one who throws a wrench in things when she finds Natasha’s jacket on the couch. When Tony tells her that his friend must have left it when she was visiting a few days ago, Morgan collapses on the couch and immediately pouts. 

“Auntie Nat?” She demands in the cutest toddler voice he’s ever heard. Tony has never really liked kids, but this one? She’s amazing. He nods in response to her question. “She was here?”

Tony smiles. “She’s here a lot, munchkin. Who do you think has been helping me with all your pretty flowers?” 

“You do the flowers with her?” Tony’s brow furrows at the disgruntled tone. Is she jealous? He opens his mouth to reassure her that he loves planting flowers with her the most when she speaks again. “I wanna do flowers with Auntie Nat!” 

“You don’t even know Auntie Nat,” Tony points out, crouching down in front of her and tucking her hair behind her ear to see her face. 

“Yes I do! Mama said she’s your friend, and Uncle Rho says that they ‘venge together. Daddy, I want to ‘venge with Auntie Nat too!” 

Tony chuckles, lifting Morgan into his arms and pressing kisses to her cheeks until she giggles. “There will be no avenging, but maybe there can be flowers,” he tells her. “No promises. I have to talk to Auntie Nat first.” 

A few days later, she runs into her mother’s arms, chattering about Natasha and her red hair that she saw in pictures and can she have red hair like Auntie Nat’s or Mama’s? Pepper raises an eyebrow at Tony, who shrugs. 

“It’s about time,” she says, kissing his cheek in parting before getting into the car and driving off. It used to hurt, this part. But it doesn’t hurt anymore, because Morgan’s departure signals Nat’s arrival. 

For the first time, that idea of that separation makes him frown. 

The frown lasts for another few hours, when Nat pulls up in the 1965 Shelby Cobra, one of his favorites that he’s permanently loaned her. Not like he has to drive anywhere. He tries to put on a grin for her, but she sees right through it. 

“What happened?” She demands immediately, before even greeting him. Her eyes scan their surroundings, as if looking for a threat.  

He just shakes his head at her, holding out his arms. “Get out of the Compound mindset and into the cabin one,” he cajoles. “Kiss me, and I’ll explain.”

She caves, pressing a gentle, domestic kiss to his lips, the one he loves that makes him feel like they’ve been together forever. When she tries to pull back, he resists, holding her close for a beat longer. She allows it, sinking into his embrace in return. 

“Okay,” he sighs after another thirty seconds, leading her into the house, “I’ll tell you everything.” 

“If only it was this easy creating treaties with aliens,” she drawls, spotting her jacket on the couch. “Oh, I was looking for this one.” 

Tony ignores the second comment, turning to her with wide eyes, affecting the most offended look he can come up with on the spot. “You’re telling me you’re out there kissing aliens to get them not to destroy the Earth?” 

Natasha spots the joke from a mile away, but she plays along. He’s sure she knows how much he’s missed verbal sparring with the team. “I’ve never kissed an alien,” she retorts, but then, almost as an afterthought, something flickers in her eyes, and she turns quickly to grab the jacket. “I’ll just put this with my things upstairs, so I don’t forget it again,” she adds, walking toward the stairs. 

Spotting the flash like a seasoned veteran he is of understanding this particular woman, he narrows his eyes, following after her.  “Wait wait, what was that?” He accuses, making his way up the stairs. They creak with each of his steps, even Morgan’s light steps, but never Natasha’s. “You’ve kissed an alien?” 

“I haven’t kissed anyone since we started this,” she soothes, entering his room and hanging the jacket up in the closet space he’s left for her. She’s clearly hoping to drop the subject.

Oh no. Tough luck. He’s not really upset, especially not with this new, roundabout admission that they are exclusive, but he’s not going to let this go. “Who?” He pushes, fighting to hold back his grin. He stays in the door, bracing his hands on the frame. Not that she couldn’t get past him easily. She shakes her head, pursing her lips. “I swear I will never bring it up again, I solemnly swear, but if you don’t tell me, I’m going to keep asking and asking… better yet, I’ll ask the only alien we really know-”

The skin around Natasha’s eyes tightens just a little, but it’s enough. 

“Thor?!” He shouts, before rubbing his hands over his eyes. “Agent Romanoff… You - how - when -” 

“A mission,” she explains, short and sweet. “Before Ultron. For a cover. That’s it. Are you done?” 

Something in her voice makes him pause. “Yeah, Nat. I’m done.” She moves to leave, and he drops his hands to let her. 

The house is silent for a little while before he goes to find her. She’s on the bench on the dock, listening to the wind whistle through the trees. It’s getting dark early now, a sign of the approaching winter. The trees still have some color, though, and it’s beautiful. 

He doesn’t waste another second. “Look, honey, I’m sorry. I touched a sore spot. You know I don’t think less of you for what you’ve done, right? Because if I haven’t made that clear, I’m making it clear here and now.” 

She sighs, patting the seat next to her. He sits so that their legs press together, and she leans her head on his shoulder. 

“It’s not that,” she says. “I just… I saw Thor last week.” Tony stays silent, waiting for her to continue. “I want to respect your feelings on this, Tony,” she adds finally. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them. “Tell me,” he requests, and she does. 

She keeps it brief, but even brief, it sounds terrible. Tony had never been close with Thor; he was always going off-world, doing his own thing. Tony would never admit it, but he’s always been cautious of the demigod after realizing that it was his brother who terrorized New York. And then, during Ultron, Thor had choked him, gone off on his own again, and hadn’t really come back for any substantial amount of time afterwards. Sure, Tony’s well aware that he hadn’t tried to understand the life of a god king, but then Thor hadn’t seemed to think much of him either. 

He really hadn’t thought Natasha to be all that close with Thor either, and from her words, he hadn’t been wrong. But she’s been making efforts, and all of those efforts have been going to waste as Thor sinks deeper and deeper into a depression of which none of his friends, people, or the Avengers can cure him. 

“I didn’t want to tell you,” she says, reading the horror in his expression. 

He wants to tell her that she can tell him anything, that he’s willing to help, that he can go see Thor or Thor can come here because Tony himself is happy now, is content, is willing to help, can save the world again…

“- Hey, Tony. Tony! Listen to me, solnyshka, count my heartbeat. One, two, three, breathe.” 

He opens his eyes. He hadn’t even realized that he had closed them. “Natasha, I’m sorry,” he breathes. 

She shakes her head. Are those tears in her eyes? “No, I’m sorry. You had something to tell me?” 

“Nat, Thor-”

“No,” she says, final and serious. “No, Tony. Tell me what you wanted to say.” 

He caves. He’s afraid to admit he caves because he wants to. What kind of superhero is he? “Morgan wants to meet you,” he offers. “She saw your jacket.” He chuckles a little wetly, but Natasha is too kind to comment on it. “She’s jealous that I get to plant flowers with you and she doesn’t.” 

Natasha is silent for a moment, then: “and you want this? Pepper is okay with it?” 

This time when he laughs, it comes out clear. He can feel her relax next to him. “Of course I am,” he tells her. “You two are the best parts of my life.” Natasha smiles. “And never worry about Pepper. She saw this coming far before you or me.” 

She turns into him, burying her cold nose in his neck. Perhaps she is protecting herself from the cold autumn air, but he thinks he knows better. “With Pepper’s brains and your good looks, that kid is going to go far.” 

“What about my brains?”

“I know what I said,” she retorts, but he can feel her smiling against his neck. 

He sighs, but he’s grinning when he wraps his arm around her a little tighter, turning his face into her hair. “You’re not as inscrutable as you think, you know,” he whispers. An offered truth. 

She inhales, and they watch the lake for a while before she returns the favor. “I know. I’m not trying to be inscrutable with you,” she confesses.

[hairstevington]

Hi! I would love to see the 1st Valentine’s Day prompt(a bouquet of their favourite flowers) for steddie! Specifically Eddie bringing Steve flowers(idk why but I’m a firm believer that Steve secretly loves getting gifted flowers lol!). If you do do this thank you so much!! <3333

Ahhhhhh yes LET’S GOOOO!!! Thanks for the request! (Ao3 link here!)

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Some reeeeal fluffy shit, Eddie secretly pining over his best friend Steve, gay scheming, romance

A/N: This ended up being a bit more than just flowers, but hopefully it suffices! If anyone else is interested here is the prompt post, I also took inspiration from this cute lil post by @grandwretch :)

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Eddie always teased Steve about his romantic conquests. They frequently discussed best practices for him to woo women - including knowing their favorite color, their birthday, their favorite movie, etc. Eddie watched Steve date beautiful woman after beautiful woman, always putting in so much effort and getting so little back.

That's probably why Eddie started doing it.

"Should I get her the blue bracelet or the green one?" Steve would ask.

"I dunno man, what's her favorite color?"

"Blue. But her eyes are green."

"Get the blue. The two colors look good together anyway," Eddie answered as if he was somehow the person to ask about such things. He'd never really dated anyone, but he'd seen a lot of movies, and watched a lot of high school couples date each other.

"Thanks," Steve would say. He was always appreciative for the second opinion, even though the opinion was based on nothing.

"No problem," Eddie smiled. "Hey, what's your favorite color?"

Any time Steve asked for advice, Eddie would eventually turn it back on Steve. It was all part of his master plan, you see - he wanted to make Steve feel special on Valentine's Day. Not in a gay way, he told himself. Steve's my friend, it's not like that.

He tried to convince himself he was doing it platonically, or because it would be funny to see Steve all flustered, but deep down Eddie knew that it was far more than that.

But him and Steve were friends, and that's all they'd ever be, and he'd accepted that.

A week before Valentine's Day, there was a package on Steve's doorstep addressed to him. He wasn't expecting any mail, and the box was so haphazardly wrapped it was almost scary. Like, he was pretty sure he'd seen this exact set-up in a horror movie. Main character gets mysterious package that ends up ruining their life.

(It didn't end up ruining his life, but it sure as hell changed it)

Inside the box was a teddy bear - one of those real cutesie ones you find at a giftshop this time of year. Steve was confused, and wondered if it was even delivered to the right place - sure enough, there was a handwritten note that confirmed it. I call him Steve Bearington, it read. Steve smiled, but still had no idea who it was from. The girl that he'd gone on a few dates with could never have been responsible for the disastrous way the gift was wrapped. He shrugged. It must have been a secret admirer - he got those sometimes.

He told Eddie about it the next day, and Eddie pretended to act surprised. He didn't want to give his secret away, especially when he went so far as to ask some random person to write out the stupid note so that Steve wouldn't recognize his handwriting. He probably should have asked them to wrap it, too, but whatever. Steve was so happy about it, so Eddie continued with his plan.

Eddie learned that Steve liked sour candy over chocolate, so he got him some. Then he wrote him a poem - it wasn't, like, the greatest thing ever written, but Eddie did tend to have a way with words. He delivered the candy two days before Valentine's Day, and on the eve of the holiday he had one of his other friends discreetly stick the poem on Steve's front door and ding-dong-ditch while he and Eddie were hanging out, just to throw him off his game even more.

"Oh my god, they did it again," Steve said when he picked the poem from the door. "Who is this person?" Eddie appreciated that he said person, instead of woman.

"What does it say?" Eddie asked, biting his lip to keep from grinning. He watched as Steve read it to himself first, his brow furrowing.

"It's, uh," he said, folding it nicely and putting it in his pocket. "It's good."

Hell yeah it is, Eddie thought to himself.

Steve had a date on Valentine's Day - Eddie knew this, and it was to be expected anyway, since Steve almost always had a date on most days. He was leaving at 7, so Eddie showed up at 6.

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Steve didn't have much more to do to get ready for the date - he was already having a good hair day, and he'd picked out an outfit that had done him well in the past. He just was still caught up on who wrote him that poem.

Nobody had written him a poem before, like ever. Steve hadn't ever attempted to write one for anyone else. He wasn't that good at analyzing them in English class, so he'd grown a bit tired of poetry as a whole.

But the one left on his front door sparked a new appreciation for it.

He was confused when the doorbell rang, because he wasn't expecting anybody. Then, he wondered if maybe, he'd find another poem out there.

Instead, he found Eddie. Well, actually, he found a person standing there with flowers covering their face, but the mane of curly brown hair surrounding the flowers gave him away.

They were daisies. Eddie was probably the only person in the world that knew Steve liked daisies, and it wasn't even something he'd explicitly said. He just knew he was drawn to them when he saw them, and he'd pointed them out a few times while he was with Eddie.

"Special Valentine's delivery for Harrington!" Eddie announced, letting himself in. Steve watched as he set them on the table, confident as always, a bright smile on his face. But Steve was mostly just confused.

"What...the hell?" Eddie's bravado faltered just a little bit.

"Hasn't anyone ever gotten you flowers before?" Eddie asked.

"No, but I've bought a lot of flowers before, and -"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Eddie interrupted. "My point exactly. You deserve flowers too, Steve."

"God, what's with all the gifts from people this week?" Steve whined, completely overwhelmed. "Between this and the secret admirer thing, I just -"

Steve's head was spinning, and he wasn't the most observant person, but he did have enough sense to notice the way Eddie winced at the mention of the secret admirer.

"Yeah, well," Eddie said, his tone softer than before. "Like I said, you deserve it."

There was a thick silence as Steve realized what was happening.

"Eddie..." he said, putting it all together. Eddie was the only one who would have known to get him any of that stuff. Steve openly told Eddie all kinds of things he never admitted to anyone else, because he didn't think Eddie was paying attention. He certainly didn't think Eddie had been filing it away to do this.

"I hope you have a good date tonight," Eddie said, suddenly feeling quite stupid about this whole thing. He turned to leave, but Steve stopped him.

"The poem - you wrote it?" Eddie nodded.

Steve thought about straight-up reciting it to Eddie in that moment, to prove to him just how much he liked it. He'd read it so many times it was burned into his brain, just as he wanted it to be.

Huh.

He wasn't expecting this from his best friend, but he was shocked at how weird it didn't feel. Finding out Eddie had been his secret admirer just made sense.

"Doesn't have to be a big deal," Eddie mumbled. "I just - I don't want this to - Like, I'm sorry if -"

"I gotta go cancel my plans with Deb," Steve said.

"What?"

"She'll live. Besides, it wouldn't be that cool of me to go out with someone when I'm thinking about someone else."

"What?" Eddie repeated. He really didn't expect to get this far. "What are you saying?"

Steve smiled - his brilliant, trademark smile that always made Eddie feel warm inside.

"Do you wanna be my Valentine, Munson?"

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

[luna-loveboop]

Merry Christmas!!! <3333

The vet basked in the light of the stars, keeping watch over the heroes nestled in their bedrolls. He fidgeted with the many rings on his fingers, listing each name in his head because he didn’t want to have lost one in their most recent battle. Snow covered the ground around them, and though he appreciated the sight, it didn’t help his joints. He heard the crunch of snow and jumped, until he saw it was just the traveller, standing up and walking over. “Won’t sleep or can’t sleep?” Legend asked.

“Can’t sleep,” Hyrule gave him an unimpressed, tired look as he sat down next to the veteran hero.

“Anything I can do to help?”

The traveller shook his head. “No, but thanks. Genuinely.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Enjoying watch?” 

Legend tried to flex his fingers but winced at the pain that quickly coursed through them. “Sure.”

Hyrule’s hands bathed in a warm glow and the vet chuckled dryly. “Won’t work.”

The traveller wilted a bit and Legend put a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you, though. Hey, what do you say we do something special for the others?”

“Huh?”

“Well,” Legend blushed a little. “Okay, so I was thinking, in my Hyrule we have this tradition where we give each other gifts in the winter and—“

“You do care!”

“Never said I didn’t,” Legend grumbled. “Are you in or not?” 

“Heck yeah I’m in. What do you have in mind?”

Legend pulled out his bag. “The captain gave me back the fire rod, but I have another one so he can probably keep it. Sky likes woodcarving so I can buy some more tools for him. I’ll get Ravio to make another one of his stupid scarfs for the sailor so he doesn’t have to borrow the captain’s. The smithy loves forging as I’m sure you’ve seen, so if I can find him some tools for that, or maybe I can get him a scarf too. Hmmm…but what colour would that scarf be? I swear, the colour he likes changes every hour of the day.”

Hyrule snorted quietly. Legend was counting the people he was mentioning on his fingers. “The old man I…honestly have no clue. My first thought was a mask, but he said he doesn’t use them anymore, right? Ugh. Think he’d appreciate a scarf too? No idea what colour he’d prefer but the rancher would probably know. Speaking of the rancher, I’m getting him a muzzle.”

“What?” Hyrule laughed.

“Not really. Anything that keeps his mouth shut from teasing. Right now though, I think he’d appreciate a mug, wouldn’t you? I could put something snarky on there.” The traveller nudged him with a smile but he just continued, “The champion would like a cookbook. If we can translate it into his Hylian of course. Or something that allows him to commit arson, and as much as I’d like to see that, I don’t want to get lectured. I’m not missing anyone am I?” 

“Only me,” Hyrule sniffled dramatically.

“The whole point is that it’s a surprise. I’m not just going to tell you.”

The traveller yawned and then stiffened, as if he didn’t mean to do that. Legend nudged him. “Looks like someone’s going to fall asleep to my rambling.”

“N-no.”

The vet found a blanket and draped it over his shoulders, with a look. The vet watched his eyes slip closed with a fond smile. 

AAAAHHHHH Thank you Uni!! This is so cute, I love reading it dhcjdbchidjufhdudf thank you

Merry Christmas!! (delayed response)

<333

[anincompletelist]

wip wednesday :D

okay I am super late to the game today but THANK YOU @kiwiana-writes @theprinceandagcd @suseagull04 @nocoastposts @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes @getmehighonmagic @cricketnationrise @zwiazdziarka @ninzied @eusuntgratie @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inekepp @heybuddy-drabbles FOR THE LOVELY TAGS! I really appreciate y'all being patient with me these past couple of weeks with the responses, I have not had the mental capacity to be as on top of things as I usually am but it warms my heart to see y'all pop up in my notifs and to read through your amazing words, even if it's a few days after the fact! hope you guys are all doing well! <333 xx

introducing yet another little guy that was not supposed to make his way onto the wip list but has weaseled his way in nonetheless (I wholeheartedly blame @bigassbowlingballhead and @firenati0n and @affectionatelyrs for the inspiration and enabling, thanks)

back to regularly scheduled programming next week but for now, I present to you the crack treated seriously (beautiful) nightmare of Jeff (bottoms) x Shane (minx) au --

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“Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong timeline, y’know?” Shane murmurs, one arm folded beneath his head as he stares up at the stars after practice.

The empty football field makes Jeff feel like they’re under a spotlight, the only two left on the stage. The only two in the world, for these few fleeting seconds. Shane’s words are amplified here in the silence, and Jeff clings on to every one of them. 

“What d’you mean?” 

He rolls onto his stomach and lays his cheek on his own arm, content to look at Shane instead of the field or the sky, the unspoken pressure of their teammates in one and the weight of his parent’s memories in the other. 

And then Shane, who’s never once pushed him to be anything more than himself. 

“Like. I like the simple stuff, I think. Old fashioned, I guess. I’d much rather get all dressed up and take somebody out on a date instead of just, like, meeting through an app and having a one night stand,” he says slowly, thoughtfully, before his eyes widen. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that either. That’s also totally cool. Just— I think I’d want to take my time and I’ve just never met anyone who didn’t just immediately want to jump on me.” He sighs and then winces, shaking his head at himself. “I’m sorry. That sounds really stupid, doesn’t it?” 

“It’s not,” Jeff tells him. He pictures Shane, buttoned up and cologned and maybe with some flowers or cheap wine, and rubs his cheek against his sleeve a bit to hide the way he flushes. Tries not to think too hard about wishing it was him on the other side of the door in that scenario. “It’s not stupid. I like simple.” 

Shane’s hand that’d been draped over his own stomach moves down to his side, settling in between them. His pinky grazes Jeff’s elbow, just featherlight, but Jeff shivers nonetheless. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Jeff smiles.

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since this isn't *technically* rwrb (and brain not wanting to brain at the moment), I'm going to leave this as an open tag!!!!!! please please mention me if you take it so that I can come and scream at you (affectionately!) <3333

see y'all for another bridesmaids update on the 19th! :D

xx

[mooonjin]

Hi I don't know if your requests are open but can you do a Hunter X female reader she likes nature and he does too they connect it be a soft wholesome story.

Butterfly

Notes: SUCH A CUTE PROMPT!!!!! ii hope this is what you like <3333 and as promised, the fic!!! i hope this is also confort enough after the tbb finale :((

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Summary: You, a nature lover on Raxus has to deal with the changes of the New Empire. But a new path has opened, a path to another nature lover. A person you wouldn't expect to love nature too.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, mentions of the Empire, nature, implied f!reader but i dont use many pronouns (i dont think 0.0), cute tension ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

The suns rays gently pushed its way through the lush, orange and green mixed trees. It was always such a lovely view to admire and even better to even sit and relax under. The golden ropes shining against you as you feel the warm heat.

Raxus was responsible for the beautiful horizons and lands you grew up around, your mother and father always making sure there was time for the family to go out and acknowledge what the planet offered.

They shielded you from the war, considering they were on the side of the Separatists, they didn't want you in on politics, especially because your mother was a senator for Raxus. They wanted you to be happy and appreciate the better things in life.

That's how you fell in love with nature.

Everyday, just how your parents did it, you would go out, sit on the same tree log that you carved your names into—with cutely failed love hearts that almost looked like stars—and just sit. Sit and cherish the time you had with the singing birds and the sun that continued to shine.

It was post-Clone Wars now. The Galactic Empire rose to power.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around you changed drastically. As you grew older, you slowly learned about the horrible war that happened and now, a new position in power is pushing all of these absurd laws. Weren't you practically on their side?

Now, finding the time to be by yourself and away from everyone else became difficult. There was either a clone or a TK trooper around every corner you turned.

Luckily, there was a forest close to your home that the trees tower over, making it tough to land, large, Imperial shuttles on.

They attempted to cut them down but they were too thick and wasted time, according to the really angry commanding officers you overheard.

You now had a beautiful space to relax in. You were upset the log that had your parents names on it wasn't by the forest but the Empire would've arrested you and you wouldn't have been able to sit in environment solitude any longer.

The sun rays continued to shine through the trees, the rays longer and brighter because of the tall trees. There seems to be more animals around this area, you assumed they moved habitats because of how forceful the Empire was.

You were able to close your eyes, feeling safe and listen to the insects, the mammals do their animal things.

You had an idea to bring a little notebook with you and write songs with the tune of how the animals sang to each other during the day and how they chirped at night.

"Ah, the beauties of life," you grinned.

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"We are coming up on Raxus," Tech's voice echoed down the Marauder, hoping Wrecker wasn't asleep. As the shuttle entered Raxus' atmosphere, the view of the orange and green arranged forests was even better aerial.

The city heart was in the distance, the buildings standing strong and silver. Despite the pretty exterior, the city was surrounded by Imperial troops from head to toe.

Tech landed the shuttle in a remote area, a forest with tall trees to stay undercover.

The sun was already beginning to set, Cid giving the Batcher's almost no information about the retrieval mission. It seems they had little time to break out whoever their client was.

"Wow, this place is beautiful," Omega was in awe as her eyes panned the high trees and the lush grass around them, her irises sparkling against the sun rays.

A small butterfly landed briefly on her head, causing her to chuckle before it flew off into the distance.

Hunter watched her, like a protective brother would do. He too was in awe with the plants around them.

He was particularly fond of nature, not even his brothers knew. Whenever they were free and Cid hadn't given them a job, he would sit against logs to watch the clouds surf the Ord Mantell mountains.

It was the only nature he could watch, the sandy atmosphere not bringing much but he still appreciated what he was given. Hunter always thought of visiting Raxus, having luscious ambience. He would've even considered putting aside his soldier life to live here.

Unfortunately, he had to visit the wonderful planet on the opposing side.

On the other hand, Echo and Wrecker were a little wary about this place. Crosshair was off to the side, chewing on his toothpick. He was wary too but a job was a job at the end of the day.

All they knew was their client is a Separatist and they're rescuing them.

"Hunter, four Imperial shuttles have just entered Raxus' atmosphere and are headed for the capital city. We might not be able to engage at all and complete the mission without getting caught." Tech was tapping away at his datapad, the small nods of his head suggesting they don't go forth with the mission right now.

Hunter sighed, "Do we have time early morning?"

They all looked at Tech, who was probably calculating the hours of possibility. With one last button touch, all he responded with was, 'yes.'

With a defeated sigh, everybody trekked back to the Marauder. Wrecker was desperate to sleep the evening away with Omega and Crosshair. Maker forbid when they sleep, Wrecker snores. Tech and Echo had their business about mechanical stuff up by the cockpit, maybe to double-check what needed to be repaired and added to the list.

However, Hunter wanted to do something else.

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The night was breezy, the weather was nice, and you could hear the nocturnal animals emerge from their homes. The Imperial patrols usually regroup and do their daily meetings and reports so you had freedom to roam the forests without getting caught.

You carried your night lamp, your journal inside your pouch, and of course an electro staff for your own protection. Fortunately, you rarely had to use it.

As you walked down the sandy hill towards the high trees, you noticed there were more fireflies out so you cranked down the brightness on your lamp to embrace the natural light.

The trees always provided you comfort. They were like protectors. You kept walking along the sandy rubble, the path slowly fading into the green grass beneath your feet.

You waved to the curious rabbits that popped their heads through the fluffy bushes. You chuckled gently as the fireflies surrounded you curiously, almost tickling you as they made their way through the forest.

Hunter was sat on the ramp of the Marauder, his helmet off next to him. He was watching the white moon walk the night sky of Raxus, the gentle breeze brushing up against his long curls.

A curious tooka cat trotted towards Hunter, sniffing the ramp and his armoured boots. It purred, looking up at Hunters eyes. He smiled at the animal before it ran off, something else catching its attention.

Hunter stood up, walking down to the grassy plains beneath the ramp. He ran his fingers against the soft plants, inhaling the fresh air.

This felt nice, putting the soldier role aside and admiring what else life had to offer.

You were nearing your resting spot, grinning softly as you observed the birds feeding their childrens and singing lullabies. You jogged to your little spot, a small rocky cliff area to get a beautiful view of the rivers.

You closed your eyes, breathing in the air and listening to the gentle sound of the flowing water.

Startled, you yelped a bit as a butterfly landed on your nose, "Oh my, you scared me. I don't blame you, this a lovely place to play around," you chuckled, gently picking the insect and letting it fly away.

As Hunter walked back to the Marauders ramp to call it there, his senses picked up something in the distance. There was mumbling in the distance, he couldn't tell exactly what it was but it alerted him. He was swift to grab his blaster and his helmet to approach the noise.

Obviously approaching something you don't know isn't smart but Hunter was not about let something or someone jeopardise the beginning of the mission. As Hunter stealthily walked through the tall trees in the direction of the noise, he saw a silhouette.

He pushed away a bush to get a better look.

It wasn't a creature and definitely wasn't anything Imperial.

It was a person.

A very beautiful person.

Hunter lowered his blaster, his gaze softening under his helmet. You were giggling at the same tooka cat he saw earlier that was now brushing up against your knees. The tooka seemed to be extremely comfortable with you, almost jumping up onto your shoulders excitedly.

The cat meowed particularly loud and unfortunately, in Hunters direction. It caught him off guard. You were confused why the tooka suddenly ran away meowing like it was in distress.

That was when you saw Hunter.

Instinctively, you drew your electro staff, lighting it up. This man, who you've never seen before had managed to sneak up on you, wearing armour that was too similar to the clone troopers in the Empire.

You were just confused as to why it was all black and red.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" You called out to the trooper. Hunter tucked away his blaster, his hands coming up and out defensively.

"It's okay, I'm not here to hurt anyone." Hunter took one gentle step further, causing you to jolt the staff in his direction. He flinched.

"I don't enjoy repeating myself," you huffed, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Hunter slowly took off his helmet to show he wasn't a threat. He even took out his blaster and threw it aside.

Your eyes scanned him. He had a skull tatted on half his face, a red bandana with a skull imprinted on it. He had a prominent nose, dark brown eyes, and a strong jaw.

He also looked like a clone. Well, the face shape of one at least.

"Hunter, and I'm here by myself," that was a lie, "I'm just here to enjoy the forest."

You titled your head slightly. This... man, who had very similar features and outfit as a soldier, enjoying nature? That's a first.

You deactivated the electricity on your staff but you still kept it grasped in your hand, just in case.

You introduced yourself to him. His voice was low and soft, raspy but clear. There were visible wrinkles on his face and he tends to squint a lot when he spoke.

"Never met anyone on Raxus who enjoys the forest," you spoke. It was true, everyone was too focused on the economy, the war, the Empire, and trying to get off the planet. No one seemed to have time to sit down and admire nature.

"You learn something new," Hunter shrugged, "Do you mind if I sit?" you hesitated, your fingers clenching the hilt of your staff. You didn't know if he was undercover for the Empire or not.

Despite discarding his blaster, there was a vibro knife holster on his arm, very yellow and obvious.

"No tricks."

Hunter nodded, approaching your side to sit down. He was surprised at the view he was met with. A calm and clear river running down the slopes like it was skating against the rocks.

You sat down down, your staff clinking by your side as you let go of it. This Hunter person doesn't seem too bad so far, he was too focused on the water flowing. He was an attractive person, you'll give him that but you couldn't let that thought control how you were going to interact with him.

"How did you find this place?" you ran your fingers against a pebble before throwing it into the stream to be swept away.

He shrugged, "I like plant-y, environment stuff. I thought this place looked nice," the tips of your mouth lifted up into a small grin. You were already getting flustered over his voice and you met him five minutes ago. You coughed, shoving those thoughts to the back of your head.

The silence wasn't too uncomfortable. You tuned to the soft noises of nature, trying not to get immensely distracted by the man sat next to you also enjoying the soft noises of nature.

"Do you come here often?" Hunter asked. You watched all of those holofilms before, isn't this what they ask when they have no experience with conversation starters?

You chuckled, "I do, actually. Grew up around here."

Hunter gently nodded his head before facing the stream of water again, "So, you're pro-Empire."

"Hey, just because I grew up here doesn't mean I am," you playfully punched his shoulder, shaking off the slight pain from your knuckles because he was literally in full armour. Hunters hand came up defensively, apologising for his accusation.

"Then I'm surprised you haven't been caught by troops."

"Well, the trees really help with that. They're like my best friends," you stuck your hand out, drifting through the air.

Hunters eyes watched you carefully, he looked at you how you looked at nature. The way your eyes and cheeks lift up into a grin made Hunter smile himself. He had no experience with hanging out with someone other than his brothers. Especially mid-mission.

"I see."

Your hand came back down only to be met with Hunters gloved hand. Flustered, you quickly took your hand off. You mumbled an apology, situating your hand onto your lap. Hunter, who was also flustered, but more embarrassed swiftly changed the subject to save you both.

"So... how much do you know about plants?"

"I know enough to become a botanist," you picked off a small dandelion, blowing the seeds off and watching them float with the wind. They ended up crashing and covering Hunters face, some getting caught in his curls and his bandana. It wasn't very pretty for Hunter, but he looked like an angel covered in it.

Except for the sputtering that happened right after when some managed to get in his mouth.

"Very funny."

You gave him a hearty laugh, "It wasn't on purpose!"

"Whatever you say," Hunter patted himself clean. There was probably a long lost dandelion seed buried in his hair somewhere but he'll find it some how.

The two of you sat comfortably in each others' presence, chatting away about Raxus' trees, the dusty and dry dunes of Tatooine, and the bustling technologies of Coruscant.

You learned he was an ex-GAR soldier, that explained him lugging around in clone trooper armour. He also has an odd obsession with taking care of kids. He sounded like he's very experienced in that field.

The very same tooka cat came back to play around with the both of you. It managed to accidentally stick its fur in Hunters nose, causing you to rumble into a fit of laughter once again. It sent a smile to Hunters face but he was also slightly humiliated.

A couple of stars shot through the navy blue sky, the two of you making wishes that ranged from wanting an Empire-free life to hoping the other person wakes up as a worm.

You both talked, played, pushed, and comforted each other until the suns head poked from out the horizon; you both had fallen asleep next to each other by then.

The chirping and cawing of the birds woke you both up. You had to smack away a couple hungry fruit flies as you sat up. You blinked, stretching your muscles to wake yourself up.

Hunter yawned, "Good sleep?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, your croaky morning voice coming through.

"You seemed at ease when you slept." Hunter also stood up to stretch, unaware of how his words came out.

You chuckled when you saw him freeze in realisation, "That's how it is in the forests."

Hunter brushed off the loose grass that managed to pile up on him whilst he was sleeping. He reached over to grab his helmet, knowing he can't stay here much longer. He would've loved to if he wasn't getting paid to do a job.

"Leaving?" you sounded a little disappointed. You grew to like Hunter and him leaving sort of made you feel lonelier.

"Well, we have our own paths in nature, don't we?" he grinned. Before you could smile too, there was shouting deeper into the forest. Instinctively, you reached for your staff.

"Hunter!" it was another man's voice calling out for Hunter.

"Don't stress, I know those people," his hands came out again defensively. You lowered your staff.

"I suppose you're leaving now?" you rubbed your arm, upset that he would be gone just like that. Maybe he would come back?

Hunter took a couple steps forward, inches away from you. He gently took your hand in his, handing you a spare comm device. You looked into his deep brown eyes, trying not to blush, "My frequency, if you want to stay in touch?"

You nodded, coyly, grasping the comm device. Hunter stepped away, giving you one last message.

"Promise to comm sometime?"

"Of course, trooper."

"See you soon, butterfly."

Hunter's helmet hissed as he put it on before disappearing into the forest just like that.

Butterfly. You liked that nickname.

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Post-Notes: im still recovering from wesndays episode TT

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fanfic writing review!!

thanks for the tag @goatunderthebridge , i appreciate it lots and this was super fun to write out <3333

How many works do you have on Ao3?

89 total, 26 from this year! i've been publishing on ao3 since 2019. my grand dream was to reach 100 by the end of this year but uh. that was ambitious. clearly.

Your top 5 stories by kudos:

another word for wanting (zukka, 23119 words)

this one was super fun to write at the time but i do look back on it and like. think a lot about all the things i could improve about it lol. the perfectionist in me has a hard time with this one partially because it's my most popular fic. by like. an INSANE margin. like it's not even close. i mean overall i'm pretty proud of it and i'm SUPER happy and honored people read it, i just think i could do the concept better if i tried it again now.

clean hands to hold him with, a clean house to love him with (sakuatsu/miya twins genfic, 4070 words)

this one started as a short tumblr fic that i made into a longer thing to publish on ao3, and i'm really glad i did. i'm very proud of this fic i think, especially given that i'd never really written osamu before. i'm also really happy with the way atsumu turned out in this one.

where a laugh meets a cry (tamakyo, 5351 words)

i'm still really proud of this one lol. it makes me so happy that it's one of my most popular because i really did put so much love into it. i do think my characterization of tamakyo (kyoya especially) has grown a lot since this, but i'm still really happy with how this turned out. also the response it got was genuinely overwhelming with how kind and generous people were with it, so it has a special place in my heart because of that too.

another love letter you'll never read (stucky, 6419 words)

LMFAO i didn't actually realize this was one of my top fics. but i'm glancing through it now and honestly? not my worst work.

and oh, now speak this gentle love aloud (sakuatsu, 5913 words)

ok i'm gonna be real guys i'm not actually that happy with this fic. i'm so so so appreciative of how kind commenters were with it, and i love that people liked it so much! but it does not feel like my best sakuatsu, nor my best writing in general. idk im very grateful for the love this got, i just also think i have better works lol.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yeah, i respond to all of them! sometimes it takes me like. a month. but i will pretty much always eventually get back to a comment. i'm so so so grateful every time i get a comment, and i genuinely LOVE hearing people's thoughts on my silly little works! it makes me so happy to read comments and so i always want to give my thanks back :)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

hmmm the first one to come to mind was "in the arms of loyalty and the hands of devotion" because it has MCD and i'm really proud of how i wove that narrative together to end with that, but then i thought about it and i've fully written multiple MCD fics lol. i think "all the things he left you with in the aftermath (& all you'd do to get him back)" does really interesting things with death and hope and tragedy, so i might say that one though.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

i feel like i mostly write happy endings? so depends what you're looking for in happy tbh. "gonna build you a bridge over the pacific" has a really sweet ending imo and i'm really happy with the way that one turned out.

Do you write crossovers?

not really? i don't think i ever have, now that i think about it. i've written AUs of other media i like, but never a legit crossover. i don't really read them either.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

like yes and no. there was someone(s?) who was really offended by "i've got the matchmaker on speed dial" because kyoya is half-latino in that fic and i got an upset comment and ask lol. but that was resolved pretty quickly imo, so i'm not too hung up about it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i would be too powerful if i was capable of writing smut so god gave me an extra dose of internalized shame and anxiety to keep my writing prowess in check.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

uh. not as far as i know? i sure hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah!!! you can read "shakespeare for lovers" in russian here!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

back in my wattpad days i did!! me and a friend wrote a [redacted] fic about [redacted]. i haven't since then though. tbh i'd still be open to trying it out, but i think we'd have to have an established friendship already, and we'd have to be REALLY clear about responsibilities.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

this is an evil question and i refuse to answer it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

sighing. i am haunted by so many WIPs. i have two drafts for the next pieces to the hearts of our own design series but they've been sitting there for so long. i also have an iwaoi confession/coming out/feelings realization fic that sits and laughs at me while i struggle to write a sentence.

What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm good at capturing emotions in general? idk. i really enjoy figuring out how to describe feelings because they can often be so complex and contradictory. i also have a really hard time describing my OWN feelings, so i get a lot of satisfaction from being able to realistically capture emotion in a character lol. i think even if a character is in a deeply unrelatable position, i'm alright at making it understandable. idk.

What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue fr. i struggle so much with making characters TALK. a lot of the storytelling pillars i'm at least decent or passable at: i can do the thought process, i can do the character analysis, i can do the scenic descriptions, i can do the sensory feelings. but oh my god i start writing dialogue and the whole time i'm in my head wailing WOULD HE FUCKING SAY THAT.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i don't actually have many opinions on this tbh. i think if it's done, like, badly then it's super jarring and frustrating to read. if it's done well, like go for it ig. but that's kinda just true of everything. all in all, you can make it work for sure if you do it right. it's not really something i'm interested in doing though, stylistically.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for but want to?

i don't think there's anything really lined up right now! i'm chipping away at my holiday fics and my spotify wrapped prompts and having a good time with those. i'm not really putting anything off atm.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

"who's your favorite child, eurydicees" "which of your organs are you proudest of, eurydicees" "which part of your heart is the most important to you, eurydicees" i dunno man. it's honestly easier to tell you which ones i'm least fond of. but that's so negative and sad. idk. my top few in reverse order of publication are probably

well i did START making this list

it got too long

then i had a crisis over what to put

im done now

whatever. thanks for reading if u got this far<333 tagging anyone who should be writing right now but is on tumblr instead. you know who you are.

[leftoverbriocheloaf]

Fanfic Writer Interview!!

@xerx thank you so much for tagging me!! I'm honored and v excited to answer <3333

How many works do you have on AO3?

Right now I have 29 works on AO3!! That's kinda crazy to me just because I only started posting last summer and didn't think it would go anywhere,, but almost 30 and still going strong!!

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Language Barrier: I'm genuinely shocked this got so popular?? I'm happy to know that ppl love the "didn't think you could understand my language" troupe as much as I do!! It's one of my shorter ranpoe stories at 2.3k (I like to write longer fics bc I hate myself apparently) but I love it dearly <3

Interesting?: I loved writing this fic!! I am insane about them and continue to be!! It's also ranpoe (I wonder if you can guess the ships I like,,) and also my second longest fic ever at 32.6k. It's a high school au bc I love them living happy lives and being normal (ASAGIRI PLEASE) with a healthy(?) amount of rivalry on Poe's part! It's also one of the few fics where I bounce around in POV, which is something I love doing but find really hard

Good Shot: What can I say. I saw Poe w a sniper and went HOT what who said that. not me. But I also decided that he and Atsushi would make great friends (which led me to deciding they're siblings and writing a whole story about that) but I'm just a sucker for Poe adopting random members of the ADA by accident. Ranpo is just really proud of his bf. This one is also shorter at 2.8k but I got to write a really cool (totally not biased) fight scene so it's one of my favs

Feelings Are Difficult, Even For Geniuses: Guys this was one of my first fics I swear I've gotten better at naming them (I have not). 9.0k words of mostly Poe getting beaten up I have no words,, It's a bit more graphic (violent not sexy unless youre into that idk) than most of my stuff and definitely one of the more angsty ones, but it has a happy ending so dw he's fine

Henna Berries and Padisarahs: Ok this is where I shamelessly admit I'm a genshin player and while I haven't played in. forever. the sumeru quartet grabbed my heart and threw it out the window. Cyonari for the win. 5.2k and soulmates!!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! I love comments SO much y'all have no idea how much they mean to me,, They've made me so much more confident in my work and eager to share my stuff and I really appreciate it!! I try and respond as fast as possible (I have responded to a comment within five minutes before and I still wonder if that commenter thinks Im a freak) but sometimes I'll hold off until I can finish the next chapter (if applicable). I also am a huge yapper (if these responses didn't make that clear) so I love talking to you guys <3

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Tbh I don't really write angsty endings?? I might eventually, but they make me so sad :') Which. they're supposed to. I'd have to say Feelings are Difficult, Even for Geniuses only bc the fic itself is angsty and it's implied that Poe is gonna have to work through some shit emotionally after the events of it? It might be An Author, a Raccoon, and a Reaper though.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

This is gonna be hard bc every single fic is a happy ending tbh.. Give it a Shot! is an octopath traveler ii fic that I loved writing the ending for (guys you should read fics from the octopath fandom they know whats up) but For the Hell of It might be my favorite ending that I've written!!

Do you write crossovers?

I haven't written any crossovers,, Mainly bc I feel like the fandoms I like are all just too different? I haven't found any ways to mush them together but maybe I'll write one eventually!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope! Everyone's been really nice :)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sorry y'all I'm a sex-repulsed ace so it probably won't happen? I mean never say never tbf but seeing as my face literally burns when I write two characters kiss it probably won't be soon lmfao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? I hope not?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No :( I'm hoping to get good enough at Spanish to translate my own fics though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! But not any that I've posted,, I'm working with my irl friends on a few different fics, but they're still in progress :)

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Guys i can't choose. don't do this to me

(ranpoe, criminos, sskk, kohiiai, cyonari, xingyun, chiakana, dan heng/march/stelle (idk the name) are all favs tho)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ok one of my favorite fics that I'm writing is a fic about Higuchi getting amnesia before the events of the main series and slowly getting her memories back but finding herself outside of akutagawa its like 50 pages so far but im not even done w the guild arc.. im hoping i can finish it but we'll see!! I just think Higuchi deserves love and a MC moment <3

I also have a fic where Poe uses the book after they've lost to send himself back in time to try and fix everything! But (in my fic at least) Arahabaki is outside of the rules of the book, so Chuuya also retains his memories,, I just think they could be a very interesting duo and have a lot of potential as begrudging allies (and guys. mafia poe. guys) but it's very long and idk if I'll be able to see it through (T-T)

What are your writing strengths?

I think I write dialogue well! I have trouble working through certain characters, but I like writing two really smart people bc I have to strike a balance between having them not mention things (bc they're obvious to them) and still letting the reader know whats going on.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a lot of trouble continuing fics bc I have so many things I want to write that I usually overwhelm myself trying to string plot points together,, Scenery is also SO hard for me to write idk why (@xerx we're opposites lmao <3)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it can be done well, but I usually prefer to italicize and just say in the notes that a character is speaking in another language so readers can understand what they're saying. However, if you're writing a story where you don't want the reader to understand either, I think it can be really interesting!

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Honkai Star Rail,, and Dungeon Meshi (farceille my loves)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I think it's a tie between For the Hell of It and A Hop, Skip, and Jump (Back to the Castle)! I love my aus, if you couldn't tell. But royalty aus will always have a special place in my heart (and that fic is certainly not the last royalty au i'll be writing for ranpoe) <3

Tagging: @jeaninthetrees, @amythecinnabunny (if you have an ao3 and I didn't tag you you should lmk so I can :)) )

[justsomerandomfanfic]

So I completely forgot to specify type of matchup, my bad, so I'm redoing this. Id love a romantic matchup for Marvel in general and one for X-Men specifically, any gender but I have a small preference for the male characters (not really enough to count but

Age- 19

Height- 5'5

Gender/pronouns- nonbinary any pronouns (AFAB)

Hair- reddish brown above the shoulder

Eyes- dark brown

Other- glasses I don't wear enough, freckles everywhere

Likes/hobbies- I show dogs, I ride horses, draw and write, I like music, I enjoy a few video games and shows but I'm mostly an outside person

Personality- I try to be as kind as I can be, refuse to let the world make me bitter. Tend to be empathetic and giving to a fault. Affectionate sarcasm and teasing is common with me. I can be overly emotional and anxious sometimes, but I'm also very self aware and can get a handle on myself pretty quick when that happens. Im a bit insecure about my skin and dealing with acne, but I try to stay confident in my body anyways. I always take care of my loved ones, doing everything I can to keep them safe and happy, sometimes to the point of self-detriment

No worries about taking as long as you need to get to this, you're plenty busy and I really appreciate you <3

Hello!

Thank you for being so understanding about the wait! I really appreciate it! :)

I hope you are excited about both of your matchups!

As requested, general Marvel and specifically X-Men! After reading your information, I instantly thought about one of the characters listed. (*^▽^*)

I hope you like them! :)

<3333

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; Marvel and X-Men

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Romantic;

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Marvel;

Daniel "Danny" Ketch (Ghost Rider) -

(No gifs of Danny's Ghost Rider, so this will have to do! XD)

Your first meeting with Danny was purely by chance.

You were out horseback riding, enjoying a calm ride across the field of your farm, when you heard the oncoming roar of an engine.

Looking up, you saw a motorcycle coming down the road beside the field that you were in.

Initially, you were surprised by his sudden appearance, but the moment you saw Danny’s face - the dude wasn't even wearing a helmet - you sensed something unusual about him.

And not to mention, he was cute.

It was like the world had slowed, slipping into slow motion...

You rode side by side, a fence between you, your eyes met...

There was just something about him...

From there, your friendship grew over a series of accidental run-ins.

Danny had been passing through your area while dealing with his responsibilities as Ghost Rider, and more often than not, you’d end up chatting whenever he needed a break from his duties.

Sitting on the fence, you'd both eat sandwiches and just talk.

At first, your friendship with Danny was based on shared moments of peace whenever you'd have the time to hang out.

He would occasionally join you while you were horseback riding, and you’d both talk about life and how he felt trapped between two worlds - the one of his human self and the other of his fiery alter ego.

You noticed how hard he tried to balance his responsibilities and how the weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, but you admired his strength.

Your empathy for him drew the two of you closer as friends, and he started confiding in you more about his struggles, something he didn’t often do with others.

He appreciated the way you seemed to understand him without pressuring him for answers.

As time passed, Danny started to realize that his feelings for you had grown beyond friendship.

He loved how you were always there for him, how you didn’t push him away when he revealed his alter ego.

Your presence was a comfort to him, and he noticed how he wanted to spend more time with you.

Sometimes, during long rides together, he'd catch glimpses of your smile or the way you interacted with your horse, and his heart would race without him realizing it.

He began doing little things for you - repairing anything, fixing your horses’ saddles, or even just bringing you coffee from the diner in town because he knew you liked it.

One evening, after a particularly dangerous encounter, Danny took a step he hadn’t been sure he could make.

He looked at you, exhausted from the fight, but saw you still caring for him, making sure he was okay.

"Would it be crazy... If I told you that I was falling in love with you?"

He seemed almost surprised at his own admission, his usual guarded demeanor slipping away as he stood before you.

You looked at him in surprise, then smiled softly, "No... No, I don't think it would be crazy at all. I'm pretty awesome. I get it."

Long walks after sunset, riding horses through the quiet fields, or sitting together in silence while the world passed by.

Danny’s romantic gestures were subtle but meaningful. He would write you little notes or help you with any task, always putting your needs above his own.

His favorite thing to do was surprise you with spontaneous adventures - taking you on motorcycle rides through the night to see the stars.

You loved to take walks together, with Danny at your side as you talked about everything and nothing. You’d both spend time at the stables, grooming your horses, while Danny playfully teased you about your love for the animals.

He was actually really interested in how you showed dogs, though.

At home, you’d make dinner together.

Danny would sacrifice anything for you - whether it was putting his life on the line or just being there for you in your time of need.

He’d always keep his promises to you and would move heaven and earth to protect you.

If you were ever in danger, you would see a different side of Danny. His transformation into Ghost Rider was all-consuming, but with you by his side, he kept his humanity intact. His love for you grounded him.

You would always offer him the unconditional love and understanding he needed.

Danny has a habit of waking up a little earlier than you, but he always stays in bed, pretending to be asleep until you stir.

When you finally wake up, he pulls you into a tight cuddle, his arms around you, and he buries his face in your hair.

He’s not a morning person, but the warmth of you in his arms makes waking up a lot more bearable.

He’ll mumble a soft, “good morning,” and kiss your forehead before you both lay there in comfortable silence for a few extra minutes, just enjoying each other's company.

Every morning, Danny would also brew a pot of coffee for the two of you.

His sleepy smile when he hands you a cup would be enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You both sit together, sipping your coffee in companionable silence, watching the sunrise.

Danny’s sarcasm and teasing are playful, but underneath it all, he’s always gentle with you.

If you’re having a rough day or feeling insecure, he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

He’ll drop a goofy joke or send a teasing smile your way, but it always comes with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, making sure you know he’s there for you, no matter what.

Danny has this endearing habit of lightly tugging on your hair when you’re being cute, teasing you with a soft, “Stop being so cute, it’s making me weak.”

If you’re sitting close to him, he’ll tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear with the gentlest touch, and his fingers might linger just a little longer than necessary.

Sometimes, during those summer thunderstorms, when the rain is pouring outside, Danny will grab your hand and drag you out into the yard or the porch, letting the rain soak you both.

He’ll pull you close, kiss you deeply, and it’ll be like the rest of the world fades away.

The rain may be cold, but in that moment, you’re both wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

You both end up dancing in the rain.

Whenever you walk hand-in-hand with Danny, you can’t help but smile.

You love how his fingers naturally intertwine with yours, and if you’re feeling cheeky, you’ll gently squeeze his hand or nudge him playfully with your elbow.

Movie nights with him are your favorite. You love being snuggled under a blanket together, your legs tangled, as you both settle into the couch. He’ll rest his head on your lap, and you’ll play with his hair, just talking about random things or commenting on the movie.

During the movie, you’ll share jokes and make faces at each other, which always makes him laugh.

You’ll laugh together until you’re both out of breath and then fall into a comfortable silence, knowing that even in the quietest moments, the love between you two speaks volumes.

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X-Men;

Remy LeBeau (Gambit) -

(I instantly thought of Gambit for you.)

You met Remy through the X-Men.

You were both part of the team, but you were fairly new to the group.

Your ability to connect with others' minds and control them like a puppet on missions, and your ability to connect with people quickly and make friends caught his attention.

Remy, being a charming and playful soul, quickly warmed up to you when he saw how caring and kind you were to the rest of the team, despite their rough edges.

You’d often catch him watching you from a distance, a smirk on his face as you helped with the team’s more delicate missions.

You'd even spot him staring at you, smirk on his face, leaning against the wall - with his arms crossed - when you were bonding with the other members of the team or any of the kids/students at the mansion.

There was one mission in particular where you saved him when he was cornered by enemies, and the way you handled the situation made him see you in a new light - not just as an ally, but as someone he admired deeply and trusted.

He liked that you didn't hesitate to jump on and take change when needed.

In the beginning, your friendship with Gambit had a teasing, flirty dynamic.

He'd always throw playful comments your way, calling you "mon cher" or some other affectionate nickname.

This always made you roll your eyes, you couldn't help but smile.

Despite his flirty demeanor, he was surprisingly protective of you, often watching your back during missions.

You both spent a lot of time sparring together to hone your fighting skills.

When you weren't fighting side by side, you would both retreat to the gym to practice and joke around.

Remy admired your ability to handle pressure with grace, something he respected deeply.

You also shared many conversations late into the night in the X-Mansion, where you'd sit on the porch, or balcony, sipping on something warm, and talk about your lives.

Your love of animals, your horses, dogs, and how your art helped you express yourself.

Gambit admired your vulnerability, and you could tell he was gradually letting his walls down around you.

Lots of admiring...

Over time, the friendship evolved into something deeper.

You noticed the way Remy's demeanor shifted around you - the teasing became more sincere, the touches lingered just a little longer, and there was a softness, a gentleness, in his gaze whenever you looked at him, or he looked at you.

You were the first person to notice when Remy was struggling with his past.

You could tell he carried some emotional weight, and instead of shying away from it, you gave him space to talk or simply offered a shoulder to cry or lean on.

This was when he started realizing that maybe you were the person he had been looking for all along.

Someone who understood the complexities of life and didn't judge him.

His feelings for you intensified, especially when he caught himself thinking about you.

He would find himself thinking about you in the most random of moments when you weren't around.

When he was on a solo mission, he would think about you, wondering how you were doing back at the mansion.

When he is in the kitchen of the mansion getting something to eat, he thinks about you, wondering if you are hungry, before grabbing your favorite snack to bring you.

And at night, before bed, he'd lay in bed and think about you.

He'd close his eyes, and see your smile, the shimmer in your eyes, and he was positive that he could hear your laugh...

When you smiled, it was like the whole world lit up.

You made him want to be a better person, and he admired how you handled everything, even your insecurities, with a quiet strength.

He adored you.

It happened on a mission - one where you were both caught in a high-stakes situation.

Remy's usual cocky attitude faltered for the first time when he thought he might lose you.

You had been hit, bleeding from your side, and he held you. He held you to his chest as he waited impatiently for the jet to come and pick you both up.

He felt like his heart was being punched, kicked, squeezed, as he begged you to keep your eyes open, to stay alive...

Back at the mansion, he continued to stay by your side. But he was sent away during your surgery.

He paced and paced until he was allowed in to see you.

He sat beside your bed, a deep sigh leaving him.

"I don’t know how to say this, but…" He started, hesitating for a moment.

He took a deep breath and looked at you, his hand reaching out to take yours, "I don’t just care about you, mon cher. I’ve been falling for you for a while now. I guess… I didn’t know how to handle it before, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it."

He sighed, shutting his eyes, and bowing his head.

"Remy… You… You’ve been falling for me?"

"You’re awake," He whispered, his breath shaky with emotion. "Thank God… I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you."

"Remy," You whispered, "You didn’t have to hide it."

His gaze softened, his hand still holding yours with a gentle yet firm grip. "I thought you might not feel the same," He said, his voice low, hesitant. "I didn’t want to make things harder for you."

You smiled weakly, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand as you gave him a reassuring squeeze. "I was too scared to admit it," You confessed, your voice barely more than a whisper. "But... I’ve been falling for you, too. I just didn’t know how to say it."

He froze, his eyes wide with disbelief, and for a second, everything seemed to stop as he processed your words.

Then, his face lit up with the most genuine, joyful smile you had ever seen.

"Mon cher," He said, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in close, his forehead touching yours as he whispered, "You have no idea how happy you just made me."

And before you could say another word, Remy leaned in and pressed his lips softly against yours.

It was gentle, you melted into it. It was the kiss you both needed - the kind that spoke volumes, full of love, relief, and the promise of a future together.

In the beginning, your relationship with Remy was filled with gentle teasing, playful exchanges, and deep conversations that went long into the night.

He'd often surprise you by leaving little notes in your things or pulling you into spontaneous kisses that made your heart race.

Remy loved showing you affection in large, but also small, subtle ways.

He'd walk beside you and slip his hand into yours as you walked through the mansion halls, just enough to remind you he was there.

He'd also show up with surprise gifts - a sketchbook for your art, a rare flower, or a horse-themed charm necklace.

Remy, knowing how much your horses mean to you, would occasionally join and sit on a hay bale as you brushed your horses.

He'd even let you teach him how to ride a horse.

During the soft and quiet nights, he loved surprising you with spontaneous outings, taking you on drives to the city, or evening art shows, or to a local diner at three in the morning for a shake.

On rainy days, you'd snuggle up together in front of the fire - or TV playing a video of a fire - and he'd play the guitar softly, serenading you with his sweet melodies.

He may even make something up for you.

You and Remy would have your own little rituals, like cooking dinner together.

While he was undoubtedly good at cooking, he loved watching you experiment with recipes.

Sometimes you'd end up making a mess, but the tow of you would laugh and clean it up together.

When you had a partially bad day, Remy would set up a cozy little space for you to unwind. Either with him or alone. He doesn't mind.

He'd light candles, put on some soft music, and hand you a cup of your favorite drink.

He would often surprise you - lots of surprises here from this guy, he's a giver - he would surprise you by joining you in your love of art.

And once in a while, he'd sketch something for you, like a really good drawing of you riding a horse.

For some reason, he is really good at drawing.

Remy would always have you back, that is a given.

No matter what, he is there for you.

If you are feeling insecure in any way, he'd lift your spirits with his gentle words and warm gestures.

If you were ever in danger or stressed out, he'd do anything to make sure you were safe, even if it meant putting himself in harm's way.

His devotion to you was unwavering.

He’d also do his best to help with your artwork, offering to model for you or assist with anything you needed.

Whether it was finding a place for you to sketch or supporting your writing, he’d encourage you to follow your dreams, always by your side.

(He'd love to be your muse, paint him like one of your Cajun girls.)

You always make sure Remy knows that you appreciate him, from picking up little things that might have been forgotten to offering words of affirmation.

You'd take care of his emotional needs as he took care of yours, giving him a safe place to be vulnerable.

When it came to his pat, you wouldn't pressure him to open up, but you'd always be there when he needed someone to talk to.

You'd remind him, day after day, that he was worthy of love and happiness, and that his past doesn't define him.