#lily valley fics

[lilyvalleydaydreamer]

Spoilers for all of Osvald's story

[lily-alphonse]

unsure of how much of a rarepair this is, but since I saw Marlon's thing for the Flower Dance saying how pretty Marnie looked, I canNOT stop thinking about these old people finding love with each other again im so-

Marnie and Marlon are canon in my heart.

Marlon is everything Lewis isn’t. He isn’t a smooth talker, just honest. He isn’t good with kids by his own estimations but kids like him. Jas likes funny eyepatch man a lot more than she likes smelly Lewis.

Maybe he comes to Marnie because Harvey has warned he needs to eat a more balanced diet, and he wants to know how much it would take to raise chickens or maybe buy eggs from her/Shane.

He stays for tea and pie, Marnie joking she probably isn't the best to come to for dieting advice, patting her stomach and laughing.

He catches himself wanting to assure her she's beautiful. He can't stop blushing.

A while later, Jas wants him to come to her birthday picnic. NOT Lewis. She makes this adamantly clear by way of a tantrum. Lewis is going to be weird and hog Marnie's attention and Shane can't say he disagrees, giving Marnie a pointed look about it as he comforts the screaming child.

Backed into a corner she invites him, and he rereads her letter over and over in a giddy sort of disbelief he hasn't felt in a long time. He isn't sure what a girl would like for her birthday so he brings her a pretty rock that sparkles in the sun.

They play cards by the river, until Jas is bored and Marlon teaches her and Vincent to sword-fight with sticks.

Shane gives Marnie that look again, as she watches them play with a fond smile.

"What?" she hisses, blushing.

"You know what," he grumbles, drinking his sparkling water. "Marlon seems nice."

Marnie doesn't answer him. He couldn't possibly be interested in her, no one is. She was lucky enough to find Lewis.

But he feels her watching and turns to smile at her, waving sheepishly... right before Vincent barrels backwards into him, sending them tumbling.

"Oh goodness!" Marnie shoots up and jogs over to help, hefting the man up with an arm strong from farmwork. "Be careful with Mr. Marlon, Vincent!"

Marlon dusts himself off, laughing. His hand tingles where she helped him up. Her hands are thick and calloused and he wants to hold them again. "That's alright, Miss Marnie. I'm not fragile."

She smiles at him as Vincent runs off again. "Please, call me Marnie."

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[luciellita]

The Lily of The Valleys

"We can never go back again, that much is certain."

╰---•❥ Written by: Lucielitta

This is the Introduction.

A Haitani Brothers x Younger Sister Fic.

Length: 1807 words

Another sorrowful night began in their shared apartment, a vast space that felt foreign to him now. The place felt lonely, cold, and heavy. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, stretching across the walls like an unwelcome reminder of another presence that had once filled this space.

Ran couldn't sleep, tossing and turning on the bed, each shift stirring up waves of guilt that clawed at his insides, refusing to let him find any peace. It was unusual, his mind was a relentless whirlwind, it was far from his usual composed and calm self because all he could see, all that replayed in his mind were moments that had slipped away-flashes of warmth and a sense of ease that now felt achingly distant.

Tonight was supposed to be different. It was meant to be a celebration, a day marked by laughter and the kind of warmth that only his family could bring. But now, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of loss, a gaping void where her presence had once shone. No matter how much light they turned on in this place, no matter how much music it filled-it still felt empty.

It had always been just Ran and Rindou. For as long as they could remember in this new life, they'd relied on each other, weathering every storm and sharing every silence. They were the Haitani brothers-sadistic, inseparable, sharp-edged, and bound by blood. In a world that demanded they trust no one, they had always known, without question, that they could trust each other and they'd stood back-to-back, two faces of the same ruthless coin.

Until, one day, she appeared.

The girl they'd thought was gone for years, in blurry flashes of memory they could barely remember, had suddenly returned. There she was, standing on their doorstep, her face a ghostly reflection of the family resemblance, yet softened, unfamiliar. The same colored eyes mirrored theirs yet vastly different from the story behind their eyes. She was no longer the child they remembered in their memories but had grown into a version of herself they hadn't been there to witness. She felt like a stranger, a piece of their past that had been snatched away from them so slowly yet too fast without a goodbye. Yet, there she was, real as the memories that felt like faint whispers until now.

It felt, for a brief moment, as if everything could finally be okay again as if he could bring back the closeness they'd lost through all those years of separation. He told himself he could rebuild their bond, and bring back the laughter and warmth that used to fill their lives when they were together. There was a spark of hope, fragile but real, that maybe-just maybe-they could be family again in the way they once were.

Ran tried his best to reach her. He sought out quiet moments to be with her, to create new memories that might help them both heal. He would crack jokes, nudge her playfully, and invite her to share things with him like they used to. They were moments where she let him close enough. But she wasn't the same anymore. She was... different, somehow, careful in a way that made his chest tighten. Her eyes, once so bright and open, now held a guarded look. She rarely met his gaze directly, as if she were holding back pieces of herself, keeping him at a distance.

There was a kind of hesitation in everything she did-a slight pause before she spoke, a cautiousness in her movements. It was as though she'd built invisible walls around herself that he couldn't break through, walls that held her safe but out of reach. She was polite, distant, and afraid of being truly seen. Ran could feel her slipping away even as she stood beside him, her presence more like a shadow than the little sister he remembered. It haunted him, gnawing at his thoughts every time he looked at her. The sister he had in his memories was gone, replaced by someone he couldn't quite understand. Her silence spoke louder than any words, a constant reminder of everything they had lost. And he wondered if he'd ever be able to reach her again, or if the person she once was had vanished for good.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It felt as if time had come to a standstill, the clock ticking away the moments he could no longer cherish. It felt like it was just yesterday, he had been planning something special-a day filled with little surprises and sweet moments meant to capture the spirit of family. Even just once in their rough lifetime, they can be one again. Yet here he was, surrounded by darkness, grappling with the suffocating weight of guilt. Guilt for not being able to protect her, for not knowing where she had gone or how to bring her back. He felt guilt for not being able to reach out to her, to connect with her, and for their bond again. The warmth of those happy plans had turned into the icy grip of reality, leaving him with nothing but memories of what could have been.

Ran pulled a pillow closer, burying his face against it as he tried to stifle the overwhelming rush of emotions. The blaring world outside had now felt eerily quiet and empty, a stark contrast to the noise of the comforting quiet presence that used to fill their home.

All he could think about was their sister, her bright eyes and infectious energy now silenced. He longed for just one more moment with her, a chance to tell her everything would be okay, to wrap her in a hug and never let go.

But now, the silence in the room echoed the unspoken truths-the things he wished he could change, the promises he felt he had broken.

The quiet settled around Ran as he left his bedroom and made his way to the living room, a restless ache urging him to move, though he had no destination in mind. His bare feet padded softly against the cold floor, and the light, from their big windows filtered in, casting pale, early-morning shadows across the walls. The apartment felt strange, hollow in a way it never had before as if it held secrets he wasn't quite able to uncover. This space, where he and Rindou had spent so much of their lives together, now felt unfamiliar, almost suffocating, like a silent grave for what was once missing.

Slowly, he sank onto the leathered cushions, it hugged him uncomfortably, as he stared blankly at the dark TV screen in front of him. His reflection stared back, the lines on his face etched deep, his eyes hollow and rimmed with exhaustion, it was far from his usual self. He looked at his hands, now clenched on his knees, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his pajama pants and into the skin beneath, as if grounding himself against the urge that pulsed inside him.

Ran felt the urge to retrieve the tapes-the ones tucked away on Rindou's shelf. The urge gnawed at him, but he fought it, barely holding himself back. Watching those memories again felt like a temptation he couldn't quite face, not after the way he and Rindou had last spoken about them. The "talk" they'd had was brief and heavy, each word weighted with things left unsaid. Neither of them had been able to look at those tapes since, leaving them to collect dust on Rindou's shelf, unmoving, a painful reminder that seemed to linger in every shadowed corner of the apartment.

It was pitiful, he thought, to be reduced to watching old footage on his birthday, yet the ache in his heart drove him. Their sister had loved to film herself, her bright smile lighting up the screen as she documented the world around her. The camera had been a hand-me-down from Rindou, a gesture that had been less about affection and more about teasing-a means for Rindou to express the frustration he felt toward her constant need for connection. Their relationship had always been rocky, with Rindou avoiding her attempts to bond, often leaving her feeling isolated and unwanted.

Now, Rindou lay sprawled on his bed, lost in a drunken haze after a night of clubbing that had spiraled deeper into sorrow since her disappearance. The alcohol had become his escape, a way to dull the pain of loss that he refused to acknowledge. He pretended it didn't hurt; he called her a runaway, deflecting his guilt as if the truth could be buried beneath a mountain of excuses.

"Get rid of the tapes," his little brother had said more than once, but the words hung heavy in the air. Rindou never could bring himself to do it. He still held onto those unseen memories, clinging to the hope that one day, they might all laugh together again, watch what she had filmed through the years they were separated, that they could find her and bring her back home. But he would never say it aloud. The pain of missing her was a burden he chose to bear alone, locked away behind his stoic facade.

Ran swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. He pressed play on the tape, and the familiar sound of her voice filled the room. The girl on the screen was innocent and carefree, her laughter bright and infectious as she introduced her latest project: a flower crown she'd made for him. Each frame felt like a bittersweet reminder of how much time they had lost, and as he watched her smile, the guilt washed over him in waves, drowning out the silence of the empty room.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, the words stinging through his heart.

The tape continued to roll, showing snippets of their lives-her cooking with him, her tiny hands flour-covered as she tried to make the perfect cake, the way she would pout when things didn't go her way. Every moment brought a new pang of longing and grief, an unbearable weight pressing down on his chest.

He could hear the faint sounds of Rindou stirring in the other room, lost in his tumultuous thoughts, but Ran was far too absorbed in the memories to care. The TV flickered on, casting a soft glow in the darkness, illuminating the sorrow etched on his face.

As the memories unfolded before him, Ran felt the warmth of their past wrapping around him, a comforting embrace that both soothed and tormented him. The laughter, the joy, and the sense of family that had once filled their memories now felt like a distant dream, and he was left with the stark reality of what they had lost.

I'm having too much fun rn-

I've been wanting to upload this for a while since this is the first big story I came up with before Forget-Me-Not. And now that I posted it, I feel soooo nice.

Oh yeah, for those of you who don't know, this is part 2 of the video in my YT.

I'll be uploading the main parts into chapters of the story in writing here so don't worry cuz readers won't miss the main stuff of the story.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 30/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Thirty: Cream Wild Indigo

Two Christmases passed, bleeding into New Year’s, Mardi Gras, Easter, and the Fourth of July, and Jason still hadn’t left Houma or Josh. He kept telling himself he’d go home, but every time he thought to leave, he’d look at Josh, and his heart would ache so badly, he decided to stay behind. He’d taken things slowly, thinking that Josh’s effect would wane as his grief passed, but his affection for Josh only grew as time passed. One night, Jason woke up feeling oddly bold as he approached Josh’s bedroom door. He knocked, sheepishly standing outside, his gaze cast downward as he waited. Josh opened the door, wearing a pajama shirt and basketball shorts. He scratched his stomach, squinting at Jason in the dark. “Ça va?” Josh asked as he lifted Jason’s chin. “I forget you shy… You wanna come in here?” Jason nodded. “You wanna talk?” Jason shook his head. “You wanna do more than kiss?” Jason wasn’t sure how to answer, so he didn’t. “You wanna kiss me, though?” Jason nodded, staring into Josh’s eyes. 

Josh leaned in, and Jason closed his eyes, meeting Josh halfway as their lips touched. Jason placed a hand on his own stomach, acknowledging the difference and the butterflies that came with it. Josh was gentle, leaning back to see if Jason was willing to chase him… And Jason did more than just chase. He grabbed hold of Josh’s pajama shirt, pulling him close as their lips parted. “I love you,” Jason whispered as he took a breath. 

“I love you, too. Still want to come in?” Josh questioned. Jason nodded, taking Josh’s hand as he stepped past the threshold for the first time. They didn’t kiss again that night as Josh held the sheets up, allowing Jason to climb under them, sharing the warmth. They didn’t do anything except talk. 

“Peter’s my middle name,” Jason confessed. 

“Alright… I like when we go out dancin’. I pretend I don’t wanna dance, but I feel somethin’ special when you close to me like that,” Josh replied, his eyes squinting and eyebrows pulled together in a severe expression. Jason grinned. 

“You’re the first boy I ever loved. First boy I ever kissed,” Jason whispered. 

“I figured so… Your family don’t take light to that? Is that why you don’t write or call them?” Josh questioned. 

Jason shook his head. “No… It’s not like that. My mama, she’s had a few loves in her life. Not all of them were men,” Jason answered, “I just—. If I let them know where I am, they’ll ask me to come home… And I—. I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d go… But I know I’m not—. I’m not ready to go.”

“So, they don’t know you here?” Josh asked. Jason shook his head. “Why you leave?” 

“I’m adopted… It’s no secret. They took me in when I was eleven… My stepmother, who I believed was my birth mother died… And my mama took me into her home, taught me her way of doing things, and she gave me everything I could ever dream of and more. She offered me the best education available, all the books I could read, miles and miles of land to explore, and I ate. God, did I eat… It was a huge step up from the abandoned apartment I lived in alone… And my brother never saw me as anything but his brother. He used to sneak into the room to keep me company when I was sick…

“And my grandfather… I was so afraid of him for so long, but I know now that he wanted me to be strong. He had his way of doing things, and I can respect it now… But, I left home to meet my birth mother as soon as I learned her name. It didn’t work out, and I felt so guilty for leaving… Especially in the way things turned out… I couldn’t go home and look them in the eye after that,” Jason explained. Josh played with Jason’s long curls. 

“I know they miss you… You have a gentle way about you, so I know your little brother must miss you somethin’ awful,” Josh whispered. Jason frowned. “I didn’t—.”

“I missed his last three birthdays. He’s ten. He just turned ten a week and a half before my birthday, and I—. I’ve been with you for a year,” Jason whispered. 

“You should go see him… Buy him something nice,” Josh whispered. Jason closed his eyes, pretending to be tired. Josh kissed his forehead. “We won’t talk no more tonight.”

**

Jason didn’t sleep in Josh’s bed again for nearly two weeks. It took him that long to build up the courage to do what he wanted. He made love to Josh and afterward, he lay beside Josh, holding back tears. “Why you look so sad?” Josh questioned. “I knew you was leavin’... You have to see your folks.” 

“But I—. It might be a while before I see you again. I don’t want to leave you,” Jason whimpered. Josh smiled, not completely understanding the weight of Jason’s words. 

“I’m not goin’ nowhere. Family real important… I been tellin’ you to go home. Jason, you go home and you let them know somebody here love you… And when you come back, I’m gon’ show you how much I missed you,” Josh whispered as they shared a kiss. Jason’s tongue brushed Josh’s as tears rolled across his nose and down his right cheek. Josh pulled away and wiped Jason’s tears away. “Don’t you cry now, ma moitié.” 

Hearing Josh say that made Jason’s heart sick. He moaned in pain as he turned his face into the pillow. Josh rubbed Jason’s back. Jason “Do you promise to be careful until I get back? And take care of yourself? And—.” Jason took his necklace off and gave it to Josh. “Never take this off. Ever.” Jason kissed the jeweled charm that hung down to Josh’s chest. 

“Love charm?” Josh asked. Jason shook his head. 

“Protection,” Jason replied, “When I’m back in the United States, I’ll come for you.” 

“You don’t live in the US?” Josh questioned. Jason shook his head. 

“No, I grew up on an island. I’ll know you’re okay as long as you wear that charm,” Jason whispered. Josh nodded. And when Josh woke up, Jason was gone. The only evidence of his presence was the charm necklace and a letter. 

**

Jason arrived home after three days, dog tired and longing to hear Josh’s voice. He could still smell Josh’s cologne on his skin. It smelled like Houma on the jet. He trekked through the forest for half a day, taking the long way home. It was dark when he arrived, and he quietly explained to the guards that he didn’t want Ra’s, Talia, or Damian notified of his return. They let him through, and he crept toward Damian’s room. Damian tossed and turned, muttering in his sleep. Jason smiled, touching Damian’s little hand only to be met by a knife. Jason grabbed his wrist before Damian could hold the blade to his throat. “Di, is that any way to say hello?” Jason asked. Damian’s eyes widened as he stared at Jason. “I’ve missed you.”

“Gē, did Grandfather call you home?” Damian whispered. Jason shook his head.

“Why would he call me home?” Jason questioned as he held Damian’s face in his hands. He could see a darkness in Damian’s eyes that wasn’t there before, but his soul smelled so warm and sweet like an infant. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, Di—. Damian.” 

Damian hugged Jason. “You’re going to Gotham with me… Aren’t you?” Damian asked. “I’m leaving soon.”

“I’ll have to talk to Grandfather in the morning before I can answer that. I’ve been gone so long, I’m not sure what he’ll want from me now,” Jason answered, “You’ve gotten so big. I missed you every day that I was gone. You’ve never been far from my mind.” 

“Saru’s—. She’s—.” Jason nodded and frowned. “Why didn’t you come home when—?”

“I’ll explain it to you in a little while. Will you be up for a little while? I want to sleep in here with you… I’ll tell you about my new friend,” Jason answered. Damian nodded, letting Jason go. They had so much catching up to do. It felt like several lifetimes since they were last in that room together.

[warcats-cat]

So one of my favorite flowers is grape hyacinth

They're just little bitty bells! My grandma grows them and they come in a range of different blues and they smell *so good* in the spring 😍

Anyway I know Apollo always has the laurel crown but I think it would be really cute if he had a crown of tiny hyacinths too. Maybe weave the grape hyacinth into the laurels.

Maybe reader could weave one for him 👀👀👀

[tully-blue]

hiyori continues to be my favorite character to write

[metroidspeedrun]

last line challenge! thank you @ambrozians for tagging me 🤭

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

He bathed in the river and returned to his hotel room in the next town to grab his bag. He had to get out of the country, not for fear of being caught, but for fear of losing his mind completely.

tagging: anyone who wants to do this because I can't remember any @'s for this one off the top of my head!

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

Everything that I want to read I must write myself? BUT IT'S SO MUCH EFFORT.

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Lawyer Husband x GN Spouse Reader HCs

CW: mafia related stuffs

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Husband is a gentle soul to you, he can't and will never lay a finger with the meaning to hurt you! He just doesn't have the strength to do so, almost as though he was set to be so. It's another whole story when it comes to the others though, can you guess how many times he has pulled the trigger of a gun?

Yan! Husband who spoils you rotten with everything you could ever think of. Luxuries, reputations but never the forbodden knowledge he has tried so hard to keep away from you. No, he won't clip your wings. You are his songbird who gets to only fly inside the gilded cage but never in the outside world. He will create a stage of the outside world for you, but never the real deal.

Yan! Husband who paints a portrait of you whenever he's stressed over the cases he has to handle. To move the brush without any problem as your form starts to appear on the blank canvas, he has no trouble remembering you. Sculpting is no problem for him as well. He has spent all his lives honing his artistic skill just to eternalize you as pieces of art.

Yan! Husband loves you so much that he deems children as a burden and bothersome (adoptive too). He only needs you to build a family, he had no need for children to continue this lineage. His whole life revolves around you. If you pass away, he too, will pass away shortly after. That's how much he loves you to the point that death cannot separate you two.

Yan! Husband who might not look like he's able to do it but he is actually an S-rank gaslighter. He will trick you into believing that what he is suggesting is only to keep you safe! He doesn't really enjoy taking your autonomy directly unless it's needed (of course, in a way where you will not confront him about it).

Yan! Husband who will cover and remove all your bad track records (if you have any). He has the power and connection to erase any kind of dirt that is on you, you are his pristine pure lily-of-the-valley and you should not be defiled with those records. Live without any worry clouded in your mind dear, the laws will never tarnish your reputation when you have this lawyer backing you ^^

Yan! Husband who adores any sort of physical touch when it comes to you, yes, anything. Even if you hit him silly, he'd still love every moment your skin feels his. He loves hugging you the most, his face buried into the crook of your neck while taking a scent of you.

Yan! Husband who enjoys humming lullaby of yours to the point everyone's ears around him is bleeding from the repeating lullaby. Can this guy please hum something else for once?

Yan! Husband who will read for you whenever he has the time to sleep with you. He doesn't know what to say to you as his work is either foreign to your brain or a tad too shady. Childhood memories are not great too as he has long forgotten about everything the moment he pledges eternal vow to love you. He abandoned everything and lives only for you.

Yan! Husband who prioritizes you as his number one, even above his own well-being and career. He can still live even if he falls ill, his career would never fall out of track as he has the mafia under his grasp, but you can slip out of his grasp. And he doesn't want that to happen again.

Yan! Husband is without a doubt an infamous lawyer. Especially with how many times he has let the ringleader of that renowned mafia group slip out from the prosecutor and judge's grip? If you seriously think you'll be pronounced guilty of that murder, you better throw that thought out just like how he throws all the scapegoats and falsified evidence into the court. (Should I write a fic for this?)

Yan! Husband who will always make time for the two of you. While vacations are not as often as he wishes he could have, cuddles and tea parties sound nice enough for him to kill time with you.

Yan! Husband who has this cute journal that's filled with what you have been doing every day instead of his own daily stuff. Oh, your diary is almost his if you know how he reads it daily like a refreshment.

Yan! Husband who as much as he hates having to show you to the people at the official parties and events he has to attend, he just can't shake away the butterflies in his stomach as well! You are not just some trophy spouse, you are his beloved! A hand on your waist and a face that is seen whispering sweet nothings into your ear with a glass in his other hand. Oh, he looks so o-godly-handsome like a man who comes out from a romance novel!

Yan! Husband who is a man of greed, the embodiment of Mammon. Wealth is not something that he has never not possessed. So whatever the fuck you do, gambling or blowing it off somewhere in a dumb investment or stock, he won't make a fuss out of it. Instead, he'll teach you more about money management instead :/

"Do you want to learn how to invest? I know a way or two from my predecessor."

He will let you play all the money game you want and gives you the illusion of success despite all the trials and errors you made (he's the one who clean up all the mess lol)

I know that this is AFAB! oriented BUT Yan! Husband never wishes to impregnate you even once. No, he doesn't like the idea of you being in pain over a damn baby(ies) that could just take your life as well. He does enjoy fucking you without any protection on but that is after he tracks your safe day (man is literally fighting the fate of having you pregnant). He prefers you to not consume any birth control for just in case it causes harm rather than good to you. (Shots are a pass if you are scared of syringes)

He is A-OK with adopting if you are persistent enough about this matter and is B-OK if you want to get pregnant (AFAB). He just can't refuse and upset you...

So please don't imagine what would happen if darling dies during delivery :)

Yan! Husband who will always open his pocketwatch and kiss the picture of you in his pocket watch. How many times and lives had passed just for him to enjoy the solace of being your husband?

𝐀 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫.

Yulian de Alpheus is a man of ambition. While he does share the same look as his 'father', the ambition he has is the complete opposite of Castiel. Castiel created him to seek the truth of life, Adam existed to be the Genesis of Life, Alan existed to be someone he didn't recognize and Yulian existed to live beneath the shadow of his spouse.

𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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Can you make more Joe Goldberg? You did such aan amazing job on the first one that I NEED a second one. Just please consider. Thank. Love your fics btw 💖💖💖

Lily of the Valley

[Joe Goldberg x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Coffee might not be his favorite, but things can change when it involves a person like you.

WC: 659

Category: Fluff

Fortunately, I already had this small idea in mind for our lovely stalker man and this request really just put the icing on top of the cake. Hopefully it fulfills your needs 🙌 (also you’re too sweet… thank you so much for the kind words 💞)

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Coffee. The hard, hot, and bitter drink that is the reason many people get out of bed each day and the reason why some people stay up until the early hours of the morning. He never understood the appeal.

But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the smell of coffee beans roasting, the smell of fresh ground beans being poured into a filter, and the smell of the finished product. He didn't understand how something so bitter and disgusting could have such a calming and comforting smell.

Joe had been sitting in a booth in a coffee shop for the past few hours, watching the world outside go by, sipping a small mug of tea, and his current read, "The Woman In The Window" by A.J Finn, in front of him. His eyes were trained on the people going by, not really taking much of anything in. He was on autopilot, a default setting he slipped into whenever his mind was full of something else.

It was only when a waitress with a short, black pixie cut walked over to his table that his eyes come back into focus, and his thoughts began to slow down. She didn't look like she belonged in a coffee shop. With a long, floral dress, combat boots, and a cardigan, she was far too pretty and too interesting to be serving lattes. She was a rose in a garden full of daisies, a peacock among chickens.

Then, like a snap to reality, the sound of his name pulled him away from her and onto… you. The whole reason he was here in the first place.

If he thought the waitress was a rose, you were a whole bouquet.

"Jonathan! Are you going to order anything, or are you just going to keep sitting there, scaring all our other employees?" You said a laugh in your voice.

He hadn't even noticed the waitress had already left, and now, you were standing by the table, holding a coffee pot.

Yeah, he needs to stop letting his thoughts take over.

"No, no, I was just, uh, reading."

"Reading a book, or reading her?" You said, cocking your head to the side, indicating the waitress who had moved on to another table.

"Reading the book."

"Mhm, sure." You said, not at all convinced. God, he just wanted to kiss the smirk off your face. Those pretty lipstick-covered lips moving against his.

You shook your head, smiling.

"You want a muffin… or something? On the house, since you're a regular and all."

He looked down at the book again, then back up at you. Unlike the waitress, you were dressed for work in a black, collared shirt tucked into black pants and a black apron tied around your waist.

It told him a lot about you, like the fact that you were a rule follower organized. The other waitress played confidence to stand out. You wanted to blend in, but still, he noticed.

How could he not notice you?

"Sure."

"Blueberry, right? Your usual."

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll be back in a second."

You had just turned to leave before you spun on your heel and stopped.

"And, Jonathan,” you paused. "That book in your hands? Wonderful read."

As you walked away, he realized how his heart had started to beat faster, and he couldn't stop the grin on his face.

A bouquet? No, you were something far more rare and far more beautiful than that.

You were an orchid.

And when you returned with that perfectly shaped muffin and that award-winning smile, Joe decided this would be the last time he ever chased a woman. Because this one?

You?

It was as though you were a mix between all his past loves and yet someone entirely new.

You were that new orchid in the greenhouse, the lily of the valley, and he wanted to nurture you and make you grow.

It's time to stop blending in; he would bring you out to bloom.

[rubysunnday]

send it soaring

summary: a hot air balloon was something quite majestic... but so was benedict bridgerton

a/n: look at me writing fics! if you want to know what scene inspired this whole fic look no further.

"Isn't it marvellous!" Belinda crowed, tugging on her older sisters hand excitedly.

Y/N Byrne couldn't help but smile at her sister. "It is, Betty," she said, twirling her around in a circle.

Y/N had been a bit bewildered when her sister had insisted on attending the Hawkins Balloon fayre. Belinda was never normally interested in such things - she much preferred spending time in the toy shop within Fortnum & Mason's. But the hot air balloon had captured everyone's imagination.

The Vauxhall Gardens were littered with brightly coloured tents. Some had small flags fluttering from the main tent pole whilst others had hand-made bunting strung along the front. Each one contained different things - sweet treats, hot drinks or sheltered seating from the wind.

A dark blue and white striped tent with light blue bunting across the front housed the exhibitions that Mr Hawkins had brought with him to demonstrate how his hot air balloon would work. Hand drawn blueprints were pinned to a board and there were several model balloons sat on plinths around the tent.

Y/N looked around in awe as Belinda continued to tug on her hand, urging her forward and toward the balloon sat in the centre of the field. As her eyes wandered around the grounds, she caught a glimpse of someone she had hoped would be in attendance.

Benedict Bridgerton stood by a stall selling jars of sweets, dressed in a dark blue jacket and light blue floral waistcoat. Y/N's gaze did not leave him, even as Belinda almost guided her directly into a metal pole. Seemingly sensing he was being watched, Benedict turned, his eyes searching the crowd.

For a second, Y/N and Benedict locked eyes. The world seemed to slow, and everything went silent.

"Oh, look, macarons!" Belinda cried, abruptly tugging on Y/N's hand and snapping her out of her daze.

Y/N stumbled forward and inside the pink and white striped tent that housed cakes and deserts of different shapes and sizes. A sign outside named the tent as Ms. Plaskitt’s Sweet Treats.Belinda immediately moved toward a plate of delicate pink macarons and plopped one into her mouth with a happy moan.

She picked another one off the tray. “These are delicious,” Belinda said, her mouth full of macaron.

“If mother was here, she would be crucifying you,” Y/N told her sister. She reached out and took a chocolate macaron from a nearby tray.

“Luckily, mama is not here,” Belinda replied, beaming with delight as she took yet another macaron. Belinda glanced over her shoulder and then turned sharply on her heel. “Oh, Gregory! Come here, they have strawberry macaron’s!”

Belinda frantically waved her hand at Gregory Bridgerton, urging the boy over to the tent. Gregory glanced over his shoulder and, seeing his mother and other siblings occupied, darted across the field and into the tent.

“Gregory, your mother will worry,” Y/N stepped back as he all but shoved past her to reach the trays of macarons, “where you’ve gone.”

“She won’t,” came Gregory’s muffled reply.

“No, she won’t – but only because I told her where you had gone.”

Y/N turned. Benedict stood in the doorway of the tent, arms crossed, eyebrows raised at his brother. From this distance, Y/N could see that the flowers on his waistcoat were tulips and lily of the valley, all dark blue against light, almost silver, blue material. He stepped closer, coming to stand beside her. A gust of wind blew through the tent, and she caught a whiff of his cologne – lavender and citrus.

A scent that suited him perfectly, Y/N decided.

Gregory pouted. “I only wanted a macaron.”

“You also only wanted to ‘glimpse’ the balloon,” Benedict retorted, “but look what happened there.”

Gregory glanced down at his sling. Belinda’s eyes widened as she noticed it for the first time. “Gregory, what did you do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he grumbled, picking up a macaron and swiftly leaving the tent.

“But I do!” Belinda crowed, chasing after him.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “I fear Belinda has developed a small crush on Gregory.”

“If it helps,” Benedict replied, shoulders moving up and down as he chuckled, “he has one too.”

They looked at one another for a moment. Benedict’s light-grey eyes stared into hers. Y/N felt as if she was being lured in. Something was tugging her forward and toward him and, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the sensation kept getting stronger every time they met.

She’d first seen him four years ago at a ball. He’d offered to grab her a glass of lemonade from the table, and they had spent the rest of the night in each other’s company, hiding along the wall.

By now, Y/N had been out for almost five years and spinsterhood was fast approaching in the eyes of the ton. After the first year, her mother’s attention had waned and Y/N soon found herself glued to the walls, waiting and hoping.

Whilst the season had become more enjoyable with less people watching her every move, Y/N felt as if she had been cast aside. She had danced with everyone and anyone, but none had made offers of proposal – which she didn’t mind. Well, maybe she did a little.

It was hard, watching everyone she’d debuted with making matches and getting married. Some had even had children by now, the eldest ones turning five that winter. But there had been some comfort, knowing Benedict had yet to also meet his match.

Yet, it was different for him. He could sleep with anyone, kiss anyone and no one batted an eye. He had done it all and Y/N couldn’t help but be envious. Love wasn’t everything and neither was marriage. Everyone did things in different ways and at different ages. But to be almost three – and – twenty and to still be awaiting a first kiss…

Well, Y/N was beginning to feel lonely.

“You look deep in thought,” Benedict said softly.

Y/N inhaled sharply and blinked; her eyes dry. “Sorry,” she replied. “It has been a… well, I was going to say long day, but it is currently only one in the afternoon.”

Benedict chuckled and Y/N’s stomach swooped. He smiled the crooked smile she loved so much and, suddenly, she realised that there was only one person she wanted to settle with.

Perhaps Benedict Bridgerton was the entire reason she had gone so long with no proposals. Perhaps, fate had destined them to be together.

Fate is a fool, Y/N thought to herself. Why would Benedict choose me? No one else wants me, why would a Bridgerton?

“Miss Byrne, are you well?” Benedict asked.

Y/N’s eyes shot up. “Sorry,” she said again. “I am… not really with it today.”

“Do you need someone to escort you home?”

Yes.

“No,” Y/N replied, forcing herself to smile, even if it didn’t reach her eyes. “I should really go find my sister.”

Concern didn’t leave Benedict’s eyes, but he nodded nonetheless, stepping to the side to let Y/N past. Y/N’s hand brushed his as she did. She clenched it into her fist, willing her insides to stop tangling themselves in knots.

Belinda hadn’t gone far. She was dancing around the maypole with Gregory and Hyacinth. Deciding that her sister would be fine by herself, Y/N left the small fayre, walking past the tents and up onto the main path through Vauxhall Gardens. A wooden bench sat alongside the path, overlooking the green. Y/N sat down, pulling her dark green silk shawl tighter around her shoulders as the wind picked up once again.

She hated herself for loving Benedict. Y/N knew it could never extend to anything more than friendship. He was a Bridgerton, he could have anyone he wanted in a heartbeat and that certainly wasn’t going to be her. Even if romance did blossom between them, Y/N wasn’t entirely sure she was willing to risk the friendship she had with Benedict, for it.

His family treated her as one of their own. Every ball, every event, they would seek her out and they would talk to her and keep her company. Her own mother had stopped doing that long ago, afraid that she would be caught in Y/N’s wallflower turned spinsterhood.

Was Y/N truly willing to risk all that for love?

Not that there is any love between us, Y/N thought.

Desperate to get out of her head, Y/N glanced up at the fayre. The wind had gotten stronger and was knocking the balloon about, forcing it side to side. Even from where she sat, a fair distance away, Y/N could see how much it was saying in the wind. It’s basket kept moving, bouncing around the wooden dais it had been carefully placed on. It tugged on the ropes keeping it tethered to the ground and the workers had to keep dodging the basket as it moved.

A sudden sense of doom began to grow inside her stomach. She couldn’t quite explain why but, historically, things never tended to go well within Vauxhall Gardens.

Y/N stood up and quickly began making her way across the grass and down to the fayre. If something was going to go wrong, she didn’t want Belinda to be on her own and potential end up in trouble.

As she rejoined the fayre, no one else seemed to have noticed the stronger winds and the dangerously swaying balloon. Two workers were holding down two of the main ropes, keeping them taut in an attempt to control the balloon.

“Belinda!” Y/N called, hurrying over to her younger sisters side.

Belinda turned abruptly, hand grasping a miniature hot air balloon. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said, trying to school her face into calm composure. “I turned and you had gone from the maypole.”

“Oh,” Belinda glanced behind her, eyes narrowing as she looked at Gregory talking with another girl. “It got boring,” she replied, turning back to her sister.

Y/N felt her heart ache at the disappointment in Belinda’s eyes. “If you are okay – ”

“Which I am –”

“ – then I am going to go for a wander,” Y/N finished.

Belinda batted her off, turning back to the miniature hot air balloons. Y/N stepped away but didn’t stray far from her sister. The balloon was still swaying, despite the workers best efforts. One had managed to tie a rope down, hammering the metal peg into the ground by the corner of a tent. The tension on it was evident as the balloon pulled against it.

Y/N wasn’t happy. The balloon wasn’t secure by any means and whilst the balloon and basket itself weren’t dangerous, the ropes were. If one with enough tension snapped or came loose, it could hurt anyone standing near it. It happened often enough on merchant ships.

Her gaze left the balloon. She scanned the tents, eventually finding Benedict. His back was to her, but she knew it was him. Next to him stood a blonde-haired woman, perfectly dressed and immaculate. Benedict leant back and laughed. The woman turned slightly, and Y/N caught sight of her face. She was beautiful.

Of course, she thought. She’s perfect.

She was sulking now, Y/N knew that. But it stung. Knowing Benedict was just out of her reach and would forever remain that way. They were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

God, I wish we were.

“Watch out!”

One of the workers was waving his hands frantically. People gasped in shock, darting back as one by one the ropes snapped away from the pegs. Those with high tension on them whipped back and forth, barely avoiding a group of gentlemen standing nearby.

Y/N glanced around for Belinda. She was stood safely away from the chaos along with Gregory and Hyacinth. Y/N breathed out, grateful that her sister was away from danger.

However, Y/N wasn’t.

She had been so focused on Belinda and making sure she was safe that she didn’t even notice the rope tethered behind her snap. Someone yelled at a warning, but Y/N didn’t register it in time. The rope slithered away at a rapid pace and whipped toward her.

One moment Y/N was staring at the flying rope and the next her back was hitting the green grass. She heard the rope whip past, hitting the fabric of the tent above her head.

“You can open your eyes,” a familiar voice said. “I’ve got you.”

Y/N breathed out shakily and slowly opened her eyes. Lying on top of her, one hand by her head, the other on her shoulder was Benedict. He was breathing hard, as if he had just run a fair distance in a short amount of time.

Which, she supposed, he had, since the last time she’d seen him, he had been in the centre of a tent, woman on his arm. But now, here he was, lying on top of her, his hand still resting against her arm, his other trapped underneath her.

“It’s over,” Benedict said softly, his hand unconsciously stroking her hair back from her face. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

Y/N looked up at him. Up close, she could see his eyes had hints of green in them and there were small crinkles at the corners of his eyes. She had never been this close to him before. She wanted to freeze the moment. She wanted to relish it.

But people were staring at them.

“So, you have,” Y/N whispered, her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek.

Her words seemed to break Benedict out of his revery. He pushed himself up with one hand, his other moving to her elbow so that he could help her up. Even once they were both standing, Benedict’s hand remained on her elbow. His thumb gently caressed her upper arm, the sensation raising goosebumps along Y/N’s skin.

Y/N looked into his eyes and the world did seem to stop. His eyebrows were furrowed ever so slightly with concern and in his eyes was the tiniest amount of fear. She had never seen him so worried before.

“I’m fine,” she said softly, reaching up and squeezing his arm once. “I promise.”

What she really wanted to do was reach up higher and rest her hand on the back of his neck, gently stroking the edge of his hair with her thumb. She wanted to hug him tightly and breathe in his cologne until it was all she could smell.

But people were still staring at them.

Reluctantly, Y/N let go of his arm. She stepped back, creating a small amount of space between them. Benedict kept his hand on her elbow until he couldn’t reach any more. He let his arm fall back to his side, flexing his hand.

The spell seemed to have broken. People began to swarm them, asking Y/N if she was okay and congratulating Benedict and his brother, Colin, on saving the day. Soon, Y/N was gradually pushed out of the circle until she found herself on the outside, blocked by the women of the ton.

Y/N sighed softly A hand grasped hers and she looked to her right. Belinda stood by her side, glaring at the women. For a thirteen – year – old she looked very annoyed.

“Let’s go home,” Belinda said, tugging Y/N’s hand gently. “Come on.”

Y/N turned and let her younger sister pull her away from the crowd and from Benedict. She didn’t look back. Though, if she had, she might have seen Benedict trying to fight through the crowds to reach her.

That next morning, Y/N sat in the living room, quietly working on her cross stich as her mother discussed the plans for her annual ball. Belinda was upstairs with her governess and her father had disappeared off to White’s at the first chance.

“What do you think of a masquerade theme?” Vivian, Y/N’s mother, said, raising her voice so that Y/N could hear her from the other end of the room.

Y/N poked her needle up through the fabric. “Is that not copying Dowager Lady Bridgerton’s annual ball?”

Vivian pursed her lips. “There can be more than one masquerade ball, Y/N.”

Y/N sighed quietly. Her mother was impossible at times. “What about a Venetian themed ball?” She asked, pulling her needle up.

“Perhaps. I shall ask Lady Cowper when I next see her.” Her mother stood up, setting aside her notebook. “Mrs Hadley, do you have a moment? I wish to discuss our annual ball with you.”

Y/N watched her mother leave the room, listening as her footsteps grew quieter. The moment she could hear them no longer, Y/N slouched back against the sofa and groaned.

“That was not the reaction I had hoped for.”

Y/N jumped, almost throwing her cross stitch at the intruder. She stood up abruptly and stared at the doorway, her eyes wide. Benedict Bridgerton was standing in her living room doorway, dressed in a dark blue jacket, golden yellow waistcoat and red cravat.

Benedict gave her an apologetic smile. “My apologies, your butler said to come straight up.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “Uh, yes he’s, uh, he’s not the best at his job…”

Benedict glanced around the room. “Are you alone?”

“My mother was here,” Y/N replied quietly. “She left.”

Y/N tried not to cringe. He could see that she had left, there was no need for her to state it aloud.

“Would you like me to come back later?” Benedict asked, pointing his thumb behind him.

“No!” Y/N exclaimed, just a bit too loudly and a bit too quickly. “No,” she said again, calmer this time. “What can I do for you, Mr Bridgerton?”

Benedict stepped into the room. “I wanted to check on you. You left very quickly yesterday.”

“Well,” Y/N said, “there wasn’t much reason for me to stay.” Y/N put her hands behind her back, mainly so Benedict couldn’t see her wringing her hands and twisting her fingers.

“I wanted to apologise, too.”

Y/N frowned. “Whatever for?”

“Tackling you to the ground.”

“Benedict, you saved me from a flying rope,” Y/N told him, oblivious to the fact she had just called him by his first name for the first time. “You do not need to apologise for reacting as quickly as you did.” She paused, noticing how a smile as gradually growing on his face. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You called me Benedict,” he told her.

Y/N froze. “I don’t think I did,” she replied.

Benedict took a step forward. “I think you did. In fact, I know you did… Y/N.”

Hearing him say her name sent a shiver through her body. She had heard him say her surname dozens of times but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to hearing Benedict say her first name.

It was rare that anyone’s first name was used in polite company. Unless you were a younger sibling or were being presented for the first time, it was surnames only.

“Did I say something wrong?” Benedict asked, moving even closer. There were only a few inches of space between them now. If Y/N reached out, she was certain that she could brush her hand against his sleeve.

“You know you did,” Y/N whispered, her voice hoarse. “Benedict, we cannot… this is not appropriate.”

Benedict crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. “Is it not?”

“No, it is not.”

Y/N breathed in deeply as Benedict stretched his arm out, the back of his hand brushing against hers. Some many emotions were running through her. Why was he acting like this with her. Why was he even here?

They were just friends.

“We cannot,” Y/N said again. “We are unchaperoned, if anyone walks in on us in this position, the scandal it would cause…”

“Perhaps I am willing to risk a scandal,” Benedict replied, lowering his voice.

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped away from Benedict, moving away from the sofa and toward the window. Her breathing was heavy, and her hands were shaking slightly.

This was absurd. Completely and utterly absurd.

Hurt appeared in Benedict’s eyes. As quickly as it appeared, it vanished. He cleared his throat, taking a step back. “I apologise, Miss Byrne, I do not know what came across me.”

“Why?” Y/N asked, her words so quiet they almost didn’t come out.

Benedict frowned. “Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N asked, waving a hand at him. “Why did you save me yesterday when we both know I was nowhere near being hit by that rope. Why did you even come here today?”

“Do you really not know?”

“If I did, Mr Bridgerton, I would not be asking,” Y/N told him.

For a moment, Benedict just looked at her. They were only separated by a sofa, but it felt as if a gaping chasm had opened between them. Something had shifted and, even before Benedict began to speak, Y/N had a feeling that there would be no going back.

“I came here today,” Benedict began, “because I was concerned for your wellbeing. I saved you yesterday because I could not stand to see you in harm’s way, even if you were safe.”

Benedict took a deep breath in, raising his chin slightly. He walked forward, crossing the chasm between them. Y/N took a step back as he came to a stop in front of her, the toes of his shoes almost touching hers.

“I am doing this,” Benedict said, taking her ungloved hand in his, “because I love you, Y/N Byrne. I have done for some time now; I just lacked the confidence to enact upon it until recently. Even then, it was not until yesterday that I realised just how much I love you.”

Y/N felt as if her breath had been stolen from her. Someone had just reached in and pulled all the air out of her lungs. She stared at Benedict. His mouth was moving but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. Then, his brow furrowed, and his eyes filled with concern. Y/N felt a hand on her elbow and the warm touch of Benedict’s skin on hers snapped her back to reality.

“Y/N, breathe,” Benedict said softly, squeezing her arm. “Hey, look at me.”

“I am,” Y/N said, slightly breathlessly. She took a few deep breaths in, trying to fill her lungs with air again.

A smile appeared on Benedict’s face. “Was my confession honestly that breathtaking?”

“Evidently,” Y/N replied. She let out a slightly breathy laugh. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Benedict told her, his hand still on her arm. “This has done wonders for my confidence.”

Y/N let out a sudden burst of laughter. “I think you might have broken me,” she said afterwards, a bewildered look on his face.

“Is it really that surprising?”

“Well, yes.” Y/N looked at him. “I made my debut almost five years ago. I’m nearly three – and – twenty and not once has a man ever shown the slightest bit of interest in me. You, Mr Bridgerton, are one of the most eligible men in London… why would I ever think you would be interested in me? I’m not really anything.”

“Don’t say that” Benedict scolded her gently. His hand moved down her arm, brushing against her skin, until he reached her hand. Gently, he threaded his fingers through hers. “You are the most interesting woman in the ton. There is more to you than all the debutantes put together, Y/N.”

“So, I’m not like other women?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Benedict groaned. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “Have I just ruined the moment?”

“A little.”

He opened his eyes, squinting at her. “Do I get a do over?”

Y/N nodded. “If you insist.”

She was teasing him, of course. Nothing that he said in that moment could dissuade her from him. He had caught her hook, line and sinker and Y/N knew there was no going back. She was his, body and soul.

Benedict took her other hand. “You, Y/N Byrne, have captured my heart. I can walk into any room and sense your presence before I even see you. I would gladly take on any pain, any burden for you. To know how close you had been to being injured yesterday -”

“I was nowhere near the rope –”

“Will you let me finish?” Benedict asked.

Y/N pressed her lips together, trying to hide her smile. She nodded her head, letting Benedict resume.

“The mere idea of not having you in my life anymore is an unthinkable thought. No matter how hard I have tried to find someone, anyone, to settle down with, no one felt right.”

Y/N looked at him, staring directly into his eyes. “And I do?”

He nodded. “More than I can ever put into words. It is as if you complete my soul.”

Slowly, Y/N smiled. She reached up and put a hand to the back of Benedict’s neck, rubbing the pad of her thumb along the skin behind his ear. Benedict leant into her hand, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Perhaps we’re the final pieces of each other’s jigsaw’s,” Y/N said softly. “Everything has finally fallen into place.”

“Not quite yet,” Benedict replied.

He leant forward and pressed his lips to Y/N’s. She was taken aback for just a second. Then, her eyes closed, and she pressed her lips to Benedict’s. His breath tickled her cheeks, and she could feel his hands against her waist.

Warmth was beginning to spread out from her heart and down her legs. Lavender and citrus were all she could smell as Benedict pressed himself against her, his lips soft and gentle against hers. There was desire burning up between them but no urgency. They both knew that they had all the time in the world.

[lily-alphonse]

For the rare pair challenge: my favorite one is Sam/Alex!

unfffff I love this one how HOT would that be 🥵

My brain is scrambled tho because I have shipped them both with Sebastian as the openly gay one to even out the dynamic. I interpret Alex as closeted and Sam as bi/pan but skewing more towards women. Like he's not opposed to getting with a guy if he liked them but hasn't really thought about it kind of thing.

So how would they end up getting together?

Ok, I think I want Alex to be coming back from college. He lost his sports scholarship due to bad grades and was forced to come home, leaving his secret fling in the city at the same time. He's heartbroken, he's dejected, he's wallowing.

A couple of weeks after coming back, Haley decides she's had enough of his moping and they are going to a bar in the little town nearby to see some people from their high school perform. They're in a band now, and getting some minor success playing gigs at local venues.

Alex is totally plastered by the time Goblin Destroyer comes on stage. That must be why time slows when he sees Sam. Why his smile makes him feel warm and his heart race.

"Holy shit," he murmurs to himself. The scrawny class clown he knew in high school looks so different.

Haley eyes him knowingly. "No. Nuhuh. Not him. When I said we were getting you laid tonight I didn't mean one of the few people from Pelican Town!"

"But he's gotten SO hot."

"He's got a mullet, Lexie."

"Mullets can be hot," he pouts.

And then they begin their set, and Alex is certain he must be drunk as hell because he doesn't even like this kind of music but he's dancing along to it and having the best time. He's amazed that Sam can play the guitar and sing at the same time. He's amazed by Sam's voice, the rasp in it seriously fucking with his inhibition. And even when he stops singing, and just shreds a guitar solo, Alex is still awe-struck.

They hadn't been sure they would stay for the whole performance, but then Alex is cheering along with the crowd after their final song, cheeks flushed with exertion and heart racing.

He hasn't thought about his ex in hours. He hasn't thought about how royally fucked up his life is. And he doesn't want it to end. But Sam disappears.

Suddenly the crowd is too stifling. He needs to get outside. He needs to breathe. Haley seems to be having the time of her life pressed up against a wall with a man she met fifteen minutes ago. Alex texts her that he will be outside, and pushes his way to the exit.

It's cold, instant relief. It's quiet too, just a group of smokers chatting in the parking lot. He turns to walk the opposite direction from them, when someone bumps into him.

"Alex?"

Sam.

Teehee this is my most cliffhanger one yet I was really getting into that one. I might actually write it for real. If you'd be interested in being tagged if/when I post the fic, reblog or comment letting me know! (What are we naming this ship??)

UPDATE: I decided to give this a full fic, you can read that now on AO3 it is live as of Oct 3rd "Suckered (Alex x Sam)"

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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[vivwritesfics]

i loved the fic u did about nando with a hooker so muchhhh it was so good ❤️

any chance u can do a p2 🙏🙏

this is less a part two and more of an additional blurb (which I'd love to do for these two)

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem!receiving), p in v, unprotected

The Original Fic

Fuck, she looked amazing.

Fernando stood with his back to the door as he looked at her. Sat on the chair, one leg hooked over it's arm, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

A silk robe covered her (just barely), but Fernando could see everything underneath. The lingerie had all the bells and whistles, lace that allowed him to see more skin and a multitude of straps that helped it to sit so pretty.

But there was something missing, and Fernando knew that. He sucked in a breath as he drank her in. "Santa mierda," he breathed as he looked at her.

The leg hanging over the arm of the chair bounced and she wrapped her lips around her thumb. Her eyes were trained on him, trying to draw him closer. He knew exactly what she was doing, and he loved it.

But there was something missing.

Fernando reached into his pocket, hand settling onto the little box. He strode towards her and got down onto his knees in front of her chair. Nobody else could get him into his knees like this.

She sat forward and hooked her other leg over the other arm of the chair, spreading her legs. Fernando breathed in as he looked in, meeting her eyes. He'd do anything she asked of him.

Hand settling on her waist, he let his thumb brush across her skin. "You look-" He swallowed "-so pretty, Hermosa," he said, eyes falling to the empty space between her breasts. "I bought you something," he said and pulled the black box out of his pocket.

Her eyes sparkled, gasp leaving her lips as he opened the box and took the necklace out, holding it up and dangling it in front of her. "Nando," she whispered as she reached for the charm hanging from the chain.

A flower, a dainty lily of the valley, dangled from the thin chain. It was gorgeous, but it looked fragile and expensive. She looked up from the necklace, meeting Fernando's eyes. "Do you like it?" He asked, other hand moving from her waist to her thigh.

She pulled her lip between her teeth before she answered. "I want you to fuck me in it."

That was all he needed. Fernando stood. He clasped the necklace around her neck and let the charm fall between her breasts. He stood back and took a moment to admire just how pretty it looked. Just how pretty she looked. Fuck, he never wanted her to leave.

Her foot touched his shoulder and she pushed him back onto his knees. Both of his hands gripped her thighs, keeping her apart. His finger hooked around her underwear, pulling him to the side and revealing her to him.

"So pretty, Hermosa," he whispered and moved closer.

Fernando had become an expert in pussy eating. Before her it wasn't something he'd often done. But she'd changed him, and it was for the better.

His lips wrapped around her clit as his fingers probed her hole. Just one at first; he knew how she needed to be prepped slowly.

(Well, not need. But Fernando had been her only 'client' for months now. Her pleasure was his pleasure).

Her manicured fingers (something he was more than happy to pay for) wrapped around his hair and pulled as he worked her. His moan had her writhing, but Fernando's grip held her still.

Lips and fingers working in tandem until it had her tumbling over the edge for the first time that night. But it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Fernando stood. He leaned in and kissed her lips, slow and sweet. Gentle and tasting exactly like pussy. She moaned, Hands still tugging at his hair. But, god, the sounds he made whenever she pulled on him.

He swapped them around, sat her on his lap. She shuffled back, just far enough to free his cock from the confines of his trousers. Her lips were on his neck, chest pressed against his own as she moved her hand. Desperate noises left her lips as he reached up, and reaching up for her.

He touched her breasts, but his fingers didn't linger, instead reaching for the charm that sat between them. But he soon dropped that in favour of holding her neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure. A high pitched whine erupted from her lips.

"Ready?" He asked and she nodded her head, too busy sucking a mark into his neck to answer him.

She pulled away from him and pushed herself up. Pushing her underwear to the side, she sank down onto him. Her entire body shuddered as he wrapped his arms around her, bouncing her slightly.

She moved against him, but not without help. The entire time, Fernando's eyes were locked onto the charm beneath her tits, watching as it bounced. The sight was positively mouth water.

He sped her up as he reached down to kiss the exposed skin peaking out of her bra. Her moans and whines filled the hotel room. Their neighbours could most definitely hear them, but neither of them cared.

He finally tipped her over the edge. Her breaths came out in short puffs as she fell against him, cunt clenching around him.

Fernando kept her moving, but his bounces were much gentle. "Almost there," he whispered and kissed her tenderly.

Before too long he was spilling inside of her. Even if he wanted to pull out, she wouldn't have let him, addicted to the feeling of Fernando inside of her.

He was done, but she was still sitting on him. Unwilling to move. Her eyes were falling closed and she let out a satisfied hum. "Thank you, Nando," she whispered as her fingers danced across his chest. "It's gorgeous."

"Not as gorgeous as you," he replied and kissed the top of her head.

a/n: when my requests reopen i'd love some for these two

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 25/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Twenty-Five: Water Lettuce

It took Jason a little longer than usual to recover from the pit. Talia cared for him, barring anyone other than Saru from seeing him. He struggled with fever and violent delirium for nearly two weeks. Saru pulled Talia out of the room. “Talia, it’s not good news. I found her,” Saru whispered. 

“Is she—?” Saru nodded. “How long?” Talia asked. 

“She’s been dead for maybe two or three days. I don’t—. Is he any better?” Saru questioned. Talia shook her head. “Will you tell him?” 

“No. He’s in such a fragile state… I’m focused on—.” 

“Please don’t try to bring her back… I love her, but I don’t want—. I can’t bear to see her suffer,” Jason whispered, his voice breaking as he leaned against the door. “Can you do me a favor? Please, I need you to—.” Jason turned his face away, nestling his forehead into the crook of his supporting arm. Talia reached for him, and his legs threatened to fold underneath him. 

“You should be in bed,” Talia whispered. 

Jason shook his head as Talia tried to lead him to bed. “This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t feel bad. I know you. I know your heart and spirit. You didn’t take her life,” Jason mumbled. Talia nodded, trying to hold him up. “Can you do something for me?” 

Talia nodded, her eyes searching for his gaze, desperate and fearful. “Whatever it is, consider it done,” Talia replied. Jason looked up, staring into her eyes. His strange eyes were bloodshot and feverish. He hadn’t cried… Not yet.

“Bury her in Gotham… Please, bury her in Gotham,” Jason pleaded. Talia nodded. 

Saru turned away and left the room. “Consider it done,” Talia replied, “Now, please… Rest, my little one,” Talia whispered. 

Jason nodded, allowing Talia to tuck him in. He grabbed her wrist. “Stop feeling guilty. I should be the one apologizing to you. My selfish heart forgot your kindness,” Jason whispered, “I won’t be this foolish twice.” 

“Is love foolish, Jason? I know in my heart you forgave her a thousand times over. You will always have a place in your heart that aches for her, and I feel no ill will toward you for it. What can fill an endless space?” Talia whispered, “Now sleep. There are no more worries. There is only sleep.” 

**

Jason’s fever finally broke the next day, and he awakened to a meal while Saru sat quietly beside him. “Saru?” Jason whispered. He propped himself up on his elbows. He could see something change in her eyes. 

“I didn’t kill her, but I wasn’t upset that she died,” Saru confessed. Jason nodded. “How could you forgive her after what she’d done? “

Jason took her hand. “She’s my mother, Saru. Sometimes forgiveness is all we have. I can’t explain it. I love her. I can’t help how I feel. I don’t understand her, but I can forgive her. That power is mine and mine alone,” Jason whispered. Saru fed him a spoonful of soup. Jason smiled. “Thank you.” 

“The depths of your kindness—. Jason, I wish I was more like you,” Saru whispered, “But I think loving you will suffice…” 

“You’re kinder than I am… You just don’t see it that way,” Jason replied. Saru kissed his cheek. 

“Are you just saying that because you’re hungry?” Saru questioned as she placed the food tray over his lap. The soup cooled enough to eat but not so much that it felt cold. 

“No. I think you’re fiercely protective with a wonderful heart. I’ll never love anyone the way I love you,” Jason whispered. Saru gave Jason a sip of orange juice to build up his energy. 

Talia returned, her hair dripping wet, and eyes red and swollen. It was the first time Jason had ever seen her in a state of disarray. She had a pair of sweatpants and an old band t-shirt on. “Ya amar? How are you feeling?” Talia asked. 

Jason smiled. “I’m alright,” Jason replied. Saru lowered her gaze and passed by Talia on her way out. “Mama, thank you for bringing Saru along.” 

“Jason… It’s alright if you’re upset. I—. I admit I wasn’t—.”

Jason turned away as the dam broke. He gasped and tears slid down his warm cheeks. “I thought of you the whole time,” Jason wept, “I thought about how you would’ve stopped it. You would’ve done anything to stop it. I cried for her, and she—. She let him kill me. She ran. I can’t help but think I deserved to die. It would’ve been better that way. I’m not fit to be your son—.” 

“Lies!” Talia shouted. Jason sat up straight and silenced himself as his tears continued to flow. “I’ve known you for such a short time, but I would trade a million lifetimes if I could be your mother for the rest of this one… If you deserved to die you would’ve been granted that four years ago. You deserve more life than most, and I—. I want you to live it however you see fit. I’m sorry that this reunion wasn’t a sweet one, but I won’t allow you to believe you deserved this brutality.” 

**

Talia fell asleep beside Jason that afternoon until he felt strong enough to climb out of bed. He grabbed his duffel and crept out of the hotel, using the window. He disappeared into the night before taking the first car ride out of the city. From there, he hitched a ride to the Kenyan border on the back of a truck and boarded a plane to Cape Town. He had to move quickly and unpredictably if he wanted to disappear. And he wanted to disappear. 

Jason stayed in town for three days before stowing away on a cargo ship headed to his first destination. Talia left Jason a list of important contacts in the journal she gave him for his birthday. He decided it’d be best to train with them all before returning home. He wanted to become a better resource to his family, instead of an eternally expendable resource. He made a pact with himself to return home after he was strong enough. It didn’t matter how long it took. He’d travel the world, going through Talia’s contacts until he could prove himself again. 

He wanted to be able to look at Talia, Ra’s, and Damian without feeling weak. In the dark cramped space in the cargo ship, he relapsed into his fever and nearly succumbed to madness. The sound of the voices on the upper deck and the gasp of fresh air when the ship went quiet at night were all that kept him sane on the month-long trip to Australia. He ate scraps and snuck in the kitchen whenever he could manage it. It wasn’t until an old man came and sat beside him, eating an apple with a knife, that Jason regained his senses. He thought it was a hallucination. “If I give you half of my orange and don’t tell anyone you’re down here, will you promise to let me eat in peace?” the man questioned. Jason nodded. The man plopped half of the fresh orange in Jason’s open hands. “Wait.” He dropped a handful of basil leaves into Jason’s hand. “Eat those first.” 

Jason obeyed, chewing the basil leaves as the boat rocked. After he finished chewing the leaves, he ate the orange, and quietly watched the older man. “The Demon’s Head said you might be here. He told me not to disturb you… Instead, he wanted me to ensure you don’t die or get buried before you get where you’re headed… I didn’t believe you’d be here… And I wasn’t sure you’d like what I had to say,” the older man explained. 

“And then you’ll tell him where I am?” Jason asked. He shook his head. 

“We were told not to report that we’ve seen you if we have. You’re much better at staying hidden than I expected. Had you been in your right mind, I never would’ve found you,” the man replied. Jason tensed up, realizing that the man was right. He wasn’t in his right mind. He’d have to get that in check if he wanted to be good enough to protect Damian.

[rosie-posie1313]

MCU Peter Parker Fic Recs II 🕷️

Masterlist 

PETER PARKER M.LIST by @devotion

Masterlist by @marvelouspeterparker

Masterlist  by @tomthesoftie

Peter Parker Masterlist by @heliads

Masterlist  by @vendettaparker

Oneshots 

Meeting Tony By @p3terparker

Breaking Windows By @duskholland

Places We Won’t Walk By ^

Bus ride By @chaoticparker

Hoodie By @ptergwen

something to remember me by by ^

Peter Parker being your boyfriend and when everyone finds out his identity by ^

Atoms By @stallingdemons

Dating Peter Parker Would Include..... By ^

Slowly in Love By @blissfulparker

Next Time By @the-bau-quinjet

The Reveal  by @cloudybarnes

Innocent Until Proven Guilty by @waitimcomingtoo

I Thought This Was A Closet Party by ^

7 Minutes by ^

Held By Me by ^

Disobedience by ^

Personal Pillow by @picassho-18

sneaking around by @starkscosmos

Finally found the way by @spideyyeet

peter parker x avenger!reader by ^

Nobody knows by @imgroot-iamsteverogers

Unexpected  by @skyahri

Tony finding out your dating Peter by @delicately-written

You’re Dating Her? By @lousimusician

Birth control  by @imaginingspiderman

Fake  by @spaceyaceface

Dating Peter Parker Would Include… by @lothalite

Dating Peter Parker Would Include… by @imaginesmai

Popular by @softspideys

Awkward Romancing by @wiccanz

Spidey Pajamas by @just-jordie-things

it’s a date! By @punani

Senior Trip by @fuxkingmarvel

Senior Trip 2 by ^

old married couple by @katahnisharma

Being Steve’s daughter and dating Peter would Include… by @marvelsswansong

Father (stark! daughter AU) part 1 by ^

Q&A by @living-dead-parker

Dating Peter Parker and being the daughter of the Avengers by @sapphireplums

Little things  by @mirrorballparkers

head in the books  by ^

The first time by @marvelouspeterparker

Shorty by ^

When Light Runs Out by @vampireoutofbusiness

Shaking Hands & Shallow Breath by ^

Flower boy by @lokissweater

Miss Rogers by @oldnatgwenaccount

protected, well enough by @har-rison-s

soft love  by @starkissedtom

pretty boy. By @earlgreydream

Wearing Your Clothes by @ezm-imagines

It Was Always You by @spider-manholland

early mornings by @hiraethparkers

ring pop  by @tinyyoungblood

hot chocolate by @lovelybarnes

Hostage by @xoxoavenger

Accidents Happen by @deniable-masterpiece

Rings, Rings, Rings by @vintagemulti

the spiderling  by @realtalkswithfinn

Unwanted  by @laurie-stark

The Baby Assignment  by @vendettaparker

Meet Cute Ugly by ^

Flirty bully coming your way by @fool-who-dreams

group hug by @mediocre-daydreams

Stark!Reader by @tomhollandfics

voice letters by @pvarker

Late nights sneaking in your bed by @sourcherryandsprinkles

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and an Avenger Would Include … by @ynscrazylife

peter parker x (gn) stark!reader crush hcs by @fbfh

rogers!daughter x Peter Parker  by @parkers-gal

My Favorite Boy Barnes!reader by @rachaelswrites

Secrets by @lily-of-the-valley-writes

not so alone by @strangermarvelss

Red Light/Green Light by @webslingingslasher

A Boy?  By @maple-the-awesome

[tully-blue]

i am actually so, so normal about hiyori