#my stone cold heart is melting 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[the-kittylorian-writes]

@sytortuga IT’S OUR DEAR VIZSLA BOIS! 💙🩵💙 It’s been so fun conjuring ideas and working with you on this, but of course it’s your beautiful talent which really went beyond my expectations… i love the art so much, I love these bois so much and I miss ‘em too! 🥲🥲 So glad they live on in our art and stories. In these worlds, the Vizsla Clan of two is complete, alive, and well. 🥰🥰

And a Happy Father’s Day to all loving dads out there. 🥳🥳

"Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, Ragnar"

To all the loving fathers out there, happy Father's day if you're in any of the countries celebrating it today 🩶

Dedicated to my wonderfully talented friend @the-kittylorian-writes, who inspired this work from beginning to end 🫂

[that-irishman-fan]

Hello, I hope you have a good day, I saw that a while ago you made a fanfic of Anton Ego, and I loved that fanfic of yours, there would be the possibility that you could make another one of Anton Ego x Reader 🥺 (where the Reader is someone very affectionate and who holds your hand at any time) please and thank you very much. I love your fanfics 😍😍

Hello, hello, hello, friend! Firstly, THANK YOU SO MUCH for the kind words about my blog and my writing, I so appreciate it! 🥺💓 I'm happy you've found something on this little corner of the Internet, it's what I set out to do when I created this account.

I'd be MORE than happy to do you up something for Anton Ego and his hot ass; I hope its alright I went with headcanons over a full-fledged one-shot, but let me know if you want it redone and I'll gladly get it fixed for you! 😁 thank you for requesting, I'm so honored to do it! I've broken this up into two sets, one for critic! Ego and post-critic! Ego, so you can get both of his sides at once!

FANDOM: Ratatouille, 2006 ( I'm so old )

GENRE: Headcanons and established romantic relationship

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons of Anton Ego with an s/o who is very affectionate

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing, but that's it, I went for more fluff here than steamy!

Critic! Ego

Can anybody say asshole to all but one person? No, but in all seriousness, I can't see Anton being the type who readily gives affection. He's rather closed off, viewing feelings as irreconcilable with logic. Being a critic has only strengthened that idea in his head. He's really quite a tactless guy.

But there's a catch, don't worry. With you? That all goes out the window. Albiet at a snail's pace but he gets there in the end.

There was something about your expressive nature, how sweet you were, that just melted his icy heart. You gave him the space to really experience affection for the first time in God knows how long.

I can imagine him being aloof at first. Almost begrudging. Like somehow you were being ridiculous with your big hugs, holding his hand, kisses, etc. Those were fanciful things for fools, not for a stone cold critic like himself. Soon though he found himself relishing in the attention.

He wouldn't tense up when you'd hug him. Roll his eyes at a kiss on the cheek. Swat away your hand when you two were out together and you made a move to take his. Slowly, he'd grow comfortable.

On your anniversary you would see how far he's come. Out at the one restaurant he did like, Anton would make a move of his own. Kissing you across the table. Maybe it was the champagne going to his head, or maybe it has something to do with the fact that this is all in the goddamn city of love—but either way, he comes out of his shell for good right then and there.

Critic! Ego would still have to maintain an image for his job, so he wouldn't be keen on big displays of PDA. It'd be in the small things. The brushes of fingers on your own, little pecks on the cheek, an arm around your waist, you name it. He'd expect you to tone yourself down a bit, but he doesn't outright shun you. In private though? He's much more affectionate and open to receiving affection. He's kind of a suck for it. Imagine him coming home after a bad day, just dropping his coat and pulling you in for a hug or cuddling on the sofa as you look out at the cityscape of Paris together! The height of romance!

Post Critic! Ego

So after he loses his job in the critic world, there's really nothing getting in his way in that I mean of image and reputation. You've created a monster, to say the least. You think you're affectionate, playful, and tactile? Honey, this man ups the ante a hundred-fold.

There's a reason there's a stereotype of the French being so romantic, and he's no different. Pet names, kisses, arms around you, playfighting, tickle fights, and if he was in enough of the mood, even making out. His hands are all over you.

Like you'll be in public at your favorite restaurants, and he's got heart eyes for you the whole time. Of course if it was too much he'd dial it back; but not being tied down by his old job means the Grim Eater doesn't give a shit anymore about what people think of it. He loves you and everything be damned if he won't show it to you!

Calls you 'mon ange' or 'L'amour de ma vie', and he hates it when you call him by anything but a pet name. He'll just be indignant and immediately start a playfight where he tickles your tummy, kisses you everywhere, and laughs and teases you in French.

Overall he's a sweetheart deep down, and he knows how to treat a lover. So whether you're affectionate or not, he loves you for you.

I hope that these were alright, my friend, I'm so sorry it took so long to get to your request. It's been a clusterfuck of a week for me, but this was just a wonderful escape into one of our favorite characters! Thank you so very much for sending it in, I really appreciate it! And thanks, everybody, for reading, I'm so humbled and grateful to know my writing has reached people! Have a fantastic rest of your week and take it easy!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

A little brainworm I had last night. We all love confident soldier lady or, wildekatze as König likes to call her, but what if he saw her “psspsspss”ing at an actual cat?

I’ve been told multiple times on my own college campus that I seem really unapproachable, effective, and scarily charismatic/confident by people who I’m in classes with until they see me singing and sighing and calling to the local cats. And the asshole cats that don’t like anyone else, at that.

Maybe such a sweet interaction was a bit of a turning point in König’s mind? Maybe it made him a little more interested in her, to see such a usually stone cold and effective lady purring with that douchebag tabby that bit his ankle last Tuesday.

I may write a Drabble about this,,, with your consent of course!

From caedis @papaver-decervicatus

Awww I can't 😭 And who wouldn't want to be loved by asshole cats...? (Who wouldn't want to be an asshole cat?? They're cool 🥺)

I'm sure König's heart would melt if he saw that his unapproachable, withdrawn young lady is actually just a cute little cat whisperer and a huge softie 🩷

And PLEASE write that drabble, I'd absolutely love to read it!

[rhaenall]

Let's just say little Kendall's first words were 'daddy or something similar how do you think Logan would have handled that. He isn't one to give into sentiments but I feel like something like that could melt even his stone cold icy heart.

Oh….Kendall’s first word being dada 🥺🥹

He’s obviously very small still but Logan speaks to him like an little adult. No baby voices, he thinks its stupid. Kendall babbles, makes a lot of noises with his mouth no words still. When Logan is speaking to him he’d give baby Kendall the time to respond even if its all nonsense, he curious if he picks something up.

Logan would definitely encourage Kendall’s first word being dada. It just has to be!!! But not really. But actually yes he it has to be! he encourages. He cares a lot? But its covert or he does show he cares just enough to be acceptable maybe (he’s also not that great with emotions i think)

(The thing is that Logan feels detached from his family but at the same time not. He’s a family man but at the same times it’s business first to him. But being a family man is important to him too)

He’d have Kendall in his lap holding him trying to get him to say it while Kendall is either gawking at him and babbling trying to mimic his dad or squealing happily and touching his face.

It takes a little while for Kendall to say his first word but when he does it Logan will smile in a way that looks like a smirk, “What do you say? You say dada?” And Kendall says it again, he’d either rub Kendall’s head or take him in his arms and say: “That’s my boy.” Either way it causes Kendall to burst out into giggles and Logan smile like someone has to enter their little bubble for it to fade

I can maybe see Logan tell other people that Kendall’s first words were dada, showing his son off as if he’s experiencing being a father for the first time

Thank you for this really adorable ask anon 🥹🥺🥺😪

[harlowhockeystick]

Please do "do you wanna hold hands?" And "you're my person" with Nathan MacKinnon please 🥺🥺🥺😘

contains: shy reader, nathan being intimidating lol, gn!reader

nathan never meant to be intimidating. he suffers from what most people call, resting bitch face. so when you were with your friends and you caught a glimpse of him, he kept his same stone cold expression. you attempted to give him a smile but he just continued to look at you. actually, you felt like he was looking through you.

eventually your attention was taken away from the man with bright blue eyes, brown hair, and broad shoulders. your friends dragged you into a different conversation topic to get your opinion on who was hotter, chris or liam hemsworth. you said chris, because in your mind the man across the bar looked like him. in your heart you knew that liam was the more attractive one, though.

and to know, that the first time you were to meet your fiance was at a bar and he was staring holes into you. if that is what you were going to be told you would have laughed it off and thought nothing of it. even though your first encounter was over a year and a half ago, he still has that same effect on you.

he still makes you feel butterflies, like your nerves are on edge whenever he looks in your direction. but only in the best way possible. when he puts his hand on your back while waiting in line you get chills up and down your body. when he's looking at you from across the room you still get that same tingling feeling in your body, but he smiles and you feel like you could melt.

when you are on dates, or even just out and about together he knows that's when you start to become more reserved. he picks up on your small tactics and he's soon learned how to help you when you get shy or nervous. simply asking "do you wanna hold hands?", knowing that physical contact helps.

so now, as you both countdown the days until you say your vows, he lays next to you in bed. still blissed out from the night before, still undressed from the night before. your head is rested on his chest, your ears calmly listening to his heartbeat as you have to fight off going back to sleep as his hands roam up and down your back.

"you're my person, you know that?" he mumbles, pulling your knuckles up to his lips as he gives you a kiss. he plays with your fingers before kissing them again, making you grin as you cuddle up to him more.

[house-of-slayterr]

The Littest Zsasz:

An: a Totally self indulgent chapter of my favourite little mischief maker 🥺

V’s POV:

Life had changed a lot for me since I met my father. For one, I no longer had to sleep under bridges and in old abandon cars. Which was nice, I���m sure my body will thank me when I’m older for finally sleeping on a mattress. It felt weird at first, too soft and cushy. I couldn’t sleep for the first week. But there was another change, I had Maggie.

She was something I never expected. I heard stories of my father, how ruthless and apathetic he was. The man with a stone cold heart. I half expected him to threaten me when I showed up. But to find he not only has a wife, but a self proclaimed “Daughter” stunned would be an understatement. I hated her at first, full blown, unadulterated hatred. I wanted to rip that stupid perky smile from her face and drive my knife through her spleen.

I would have done it too, if not for a warning glare form Y/N, Victor’s wife. She was far scarier than my father. Where I could see through his act, it didn’t seem she had one. She never pretended to be something so wasn’t. And I admired that about her. Truly, she was something to look up to.

After the first week, Maggie grew on me. It was my third night laying awake so I decided to wonder Oswald’s “Palace”. He was funny looking thing, it was weird to watch people cower before him. It amused me greatly, watching him shriek at his servants. He was little a little puppy, pleasant and unassuming until you push his buttons and he bites you. I found myself mindlessly wandering into the kitchen. Not expecting anyone to be up at this hour, I nearly jumped when Maggie emerged. Nearly.

“You should be in bed.”

“You’re one to talk.” I scoffed.

She gave me a touché look. She slipped past me, making her way to the fridge. I watched silently as she moved around. She did everything with such conviction, almost like she was terrified of making a mistake. I wondered if she was always like this, if it was just because my eyes were on her. After about 15 minutes I began to wonder if she forgot I was there all together. As I was about to ask what she was doing, she turned to me handing me a mug. Smiling at the fruits of her labour. It was a sickeningly sweet smile, the kind little old ladies give to their grandchildren. A look that had no place in Gotham.

I raised a brow at her, tentatively taking the object from her hands.

“Lait Somnolent,” she said proudly, “Ma Grand-Mere used to make it for my mother when she was a girl. It should make you feel better.”

I stared at the liquid in the cup. She seemed to take notice of my hesitation because she spoke again.

“You know, petit voleur, not everybody in Gotham is out to hurt you. You watched me make it, it isn’t poisoned.”

As if to prove her point she took a sip from her own mug. I shrugged, giving in. I had done much more reckless things in my life. Like the time I broke into juvie to bring my friend her favourite snack. I got caught, but it was easy to break out. I savoured the smooth taste as it went down my throat. It tasted like melted ice cream and cinnamon rolls. I couldn’t stop the small smile on my face, which was a mistake, because Maggie took it as an invitation. She sat beside me on the counter.

“What’s plaguing your mind?” She asked.

It was weird, meeting someone so kind. Someone who appeared to have no ulterior motives. Frankly, it was disgusting, but sadly, it grows on you. It’s like an infection that spreads, slowly killing any worry and doubt and leaving your mind lighter. It made me uncomfortable, which again, she seemed to take note of as she leaned away a bit.

“Why should I tell you?” I asked, guarded.

She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. I noticed even now she looked pretty, her hair a mess, and her mismatched pyjamas. A part of me was jealous, that someone like her could even exist. She was like the last flower standing in a field of burning sunflowers. And I knew that was something I could never have. You didn’t have to know her backstory to tell that our childhoods were vastly different. She turned her tired eyes back to me.

“This must be difficult for you,” she started, “but I’m not your enemy Vanellope. In fact, I begged Victor to come find you, reconcile, you do know your father wants your forgiveness right? Some part of him regrets sending you away, but you have to understand this isn’t the life he wanted for you.” She explained.

It wasn’t hard to guess she had some play in my fathers change of heart. And frankly, I don’t blame him, how could you not cave when she gave you that look. A look I now knew far too well, because it’s how she always looks at me. You could practically see her heartstring tensing in her pupils. She always looks at you like you’re the only person in the whole world. It makes you feel special, loved, wanted. It was completely foreign, and at the start I would do almost anything to make it stop.

I grumbled into my mug. “No need to be so mushy” I said in distaste.

She chuckled, a light and airy sound.

“Mushy appears to be a core state of being for me, I apologise.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What did you mean, life like this?” I asked curiously.

Another sigh, it seems she thought heavily about this. Perhaps that was the reason she met me in the kitchen. She couldn’t sleep either.

“This.” She pointed to me, as if it made all the sense in the world.

“It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re hurting Vanellope-“

I cut her off. “V, it’s just V. I hate that bullshit Princessy name my foster parents gave me. And I hated their picket fence house and their stupid ugly mutt. Nobody called me Vanellope anymore, that’s not me.”

She looked a bit taken aback, but recovered quickly. She frowned, taking another long sip of her drink before continuing.

“You don’t have to talk to me, you’d don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But just know I’m here if you do. Anytime, any day, anywhere. And don’t worry, there no white picket fences here. But I can’t guarantee no ugly mutts, Oswald unfortunately owns the place.” She joked.

I couldn’t hold back my laugh at that one. It was completely unexpected.

“Aren’t you like, his bitch or something?”

Her eyes widened comically so. It was hilarious. She nearly choked on her drink.

“Ok first, who taught you that? And second, absolutely not. We’re just friends. He doesn’t even like women, and if he did I would not be his type.”

“I grew up in Gotham and you’re surprised I swear?”

“I didn’t grow up here, so forgive me for being startled.”

“Clearly.” I scoffed.

I felt bad when she frowned again. It was clear she wanted me to like her.

“Can you tell me about it?”

“About what?”

“Where you grew up I mean?”

And it was back, that sickly sweet smile. She had me right where she wanted me, and I walked right into her trap.

“I grew up in Starling, well now Star city, my brother is the mayor!” She proclaimed proudly.

“Don’t get me wrong, it was lovely, but the city was still very crime ridden. Nowhere near as hectic as Gotham, but there was too much pain there, so I left.”

“You couldn’t handle Star city so you decided to take a crack at Gotham?” I asked.

Her logic was insanely flawed, nobody every moved to Gotham. Most of its citizens were begging to leave. She laughed once more.

“That I die Little Bug, I guess I’m crazy. I haven’t step foot back home since-“ she stopped herself.

I could see tears brimming in her eyes and I felt bad. Sure a few days ago I wanted to stab her and watch her bleed, but right now, seeing the state she was in, and knowing I caused it. It made me feel gross.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me, I shouldn’t have asked.” I said.

She shook her head, as if it would physically rid her off the bad memory. And put her smile back on, I now understood that it was a defence mechanism.

“It’s fine. My brother Oliver, is older, he disappeared for a long time and everyone thought he was dead. And my little Sister Thea, she was a handful. I swore she always tried to drag me out to parties with people I didn’t even know. And my Mother, Moira, she was a gem. The best mother I could have asked for. The city adored her, and I was stuck at boring charity galas and press conferences all the time.”

She paused to drink more of her milk.

“God I hated it. The frufru dresses, remembering the difference between a dinner fork and a salad fork. Shaking the hands of people who probably spend more money in a day then most of Gotham has seen in a lifetime. I remember Ollie coaching me that day on how to behave on camera. When they revealed the ‘Poor Orphan Girl, Rescued by the Queens’ I felt like I was thrown into the lions den. I once ran away mid dinner party cause I couldn’t handle the pressure and I embarrassed my poor mother. But Ollie brought me back.”

I understood it now, that we weren’t as different as I originally thought. It was clear in the way she held herself, she came from money. She felt way too at home is Oswald’s overly lavish mansion. I thought she was just a spoiled rich kid.

“When Ollie came home, he brought some demons with him. And one of those Demons tormented us until her killed our Mother in front of us. Sometimes I feel bad for leaving, abandoning Thea like that, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t sit in that house all day and pretend everything was fine. So I ran, and that’s the end of that.”

“That’s shit!” Was the only response I could come up with.

I know you’re supposed to say “I’m sorry” to things like this, but I wasn’t sorry. I didn’t pity her. She laughed once more.

“Yeah, it is pretty shit isn’t it?”

I could feel my eyes getting heavier, whatever she put in this drink was working. I tried to fight the drowsiness but it was useless.

“Don’t try to fight it, Little Bug, now run along to bed. I’m sure you’ll have a busy morning and you need your rest.”

And that’s where I left her, sitting alone in the kitchen. Since then, she made me my bedtime drink quite often. It made me feel stupid, like a little kid desperate for comfort. But she never shamed me for it. Once my father tried to say something and she shut him down so fast. I was so taken aback, I’d never seen her angry like that before.

And then there was Basil, there wasn’t really much to say about him. He was basically Y/N lap dog. Nobody really knew much about who he was as a person outside of that. I knew he cared deeply, mind you for only aa select few people. And I was glad to be one of them, because I’ve seen him in action and I would not want to be on the receiving end of his rage. He was a trouble boy, which just made him fit in in our odd little “family”. He grew to be like a brother to me.

It stated first when he noticed my tinkering. He would bring me little broken things to fix. And then he started bringing me tools, real proper tools that I could never dream of affording. And I liked the gifts. Basil wasn’t much for words, which I appreciated. He want very touchy either, instead preferring to just comfort you with his presence. Sometimes I swore he broke things just so I’d feel useful and fix it. Eventually I wore him down enough that he’d help me, handing me tools as I worked.

He, unlike Maggie, never treated me like a kid. He would take me out for training sessions, and teach me all the skills he’d learned. He once took me shooting out in the field, and I was sure Maggie would have a heart attack if she found out about it. But she wouldn’t, it was our little secret. I would go to Maggie if I couldn’t sleep, but I’d go to Basil if I needed to blow off steam. I never dreamed in a million years I’d find a home here in Gotham, a family. But it wasn’t my father and his wife that felt like home.

Both Maggie and Basil were out today. Maggie assumably at her job at the flower shop. She’d been busier than normal lately, assuming the role of owner after her boss had been killed. I remember her coming to Oswald crying, sad that she would loose her job. So Oswald simply bought the store and put it in her name. I have never heard a girl squeal so loud in my entire life. Moments like this it was almost like she was acting like a child, with an odd sense of wonder and innocence taking over her.

And Basil, god knows where he was. That man had more secrets that he did bones in his body. And I’m sure wherever my father and Y/N were, I didn’t want to know what they were up to.

I was bored out of my damn mind. I decided to take a walk, hoping to find something to do. The weather was gross and raining but I was used to it. As I walked past a group of adult, something peaked my interest. A girl in a black catsuit, with her hands in one of their purses. I smiled wildly, drawing attention to her.

“Theif!” I yelled, drawing the adults attention to me.

It gave her enough time to run. This should be fun. I approached the adults feigning concern.

“Sorry to startle you, but I saw her try to take your wallet and I wanted to scare her off.” I said, faking a smile.

“Oh thank you dear, you’re such a good girl.” One of the adults praised.

“Not a problem, you guys should be more carful though. This is Gotham.” I warned.

But my words weren’t sincere. I wouldn’t care if they all dropped dead in front of me right now.

“You too, stay safe Dearie.”

I smiled, making my leave. As I made it over to the alley, I checked my hands.

“A watch, a pearl bracelet and $300 cash. What kind of an idiot walks around with $300 cash?” I said out loud.

As I walked further down the alley, I wasn’t oblivious to the eyes on me. I slowed my walking, playing ignorant. Suddenly, my back hit the wall. I looked down to see the girl pinning me to the wall. She was quite a bit smaller than me, but it seemed that didn’t deter her strength.

“The fuck is your problem?” She asked.

I smirked at her.

“Sorry Kitten, couldn’t resist playing with you a bit.”

She bit her lip, clearly trying to stifle her reaction to the pet name. But her flushed skin and the new slight tremor in her hands told me otherwise. She growled under her breath.

“You cost me my lunch, punk!”

She dropped her hands, backing up. I simply adjusted my footing, now no longer being supported by her arm. She ran a hand frustratingly through her wild and curly hair. As she turned back to me she saw the stolen paraphernalia. Her eyes shortened, narrowing in on me.

“You little- give that to me!” She hissed.

“And what are you gonna give me for it?” I asked.

I put my hand above my head, watching as she stood on her tip toes to try and get it. It was cute, truly. A valiant effort. She let out a frustrated huff.

“What do you want for it, brat?” She spit.

“Ooo, careful there Kitten, only patient kitty’s get the mouse.” I cooed.

I watched as she reached for the knife in her boot.

“And we don’t bite the hands that feed us.” I warned.

I stepped closer to her, lifting her chin with my finger.

“You grab that knife, you’re going to need a lot more than $300 to fix what’s wrong with you! Understood?”

I watched as her throat bobbed. When she didn’t make a move for the knife, or to speak, I smiled. I moved my hand, letting her head fall.

“Good. Now here’s the deal, I’m new in this part of town, and you seem to know where the big fish are. You show me where the good catches are, and I can get you a lot more than $300.” I proposed.

She seemed to think on it for a moment.

“If you can get me more money then why do you need me?”

“Oh, Bunny, it’s not about the money.” I circled around her, “it’s about the thrill. You steal for money, you’re thinking like a loser. Losers run off with the Wealthy’s chump change, and go home with enough food to feed their bellies for like what, a week? But stealing for fun, feeding that gluttonous tape worm in that pretty little brain of yours, allowing it to break your fragile little moral compass, that is for winners. And winners, they go home with full bellies, and a new wardrobe. So what do you say Kitty Cat? Do you want to be a winner, or do you want to walk out of this alley $300 richer, and nowhere closer to becoming a somebody?”

My little smirk had grown to a Cheshire like grin. And the poor girl was so tense she was practically shivering.

“You’re insane.” She spat.

“Insane is thinking Gotham won’t chew you up and spit you out if you’re only thinking of bare minimum basic survival. You know, they’re right when they say go big or go home. Except you little Kitty Cat, don’t have a home to go back to. I wanna change that.”

“Why would you want to help me?”

“I’ve recently felt what it’s like to be on top. And I can see why the Rich are the way that that are. Greedy, spineless, cowards willing to step on anything and anyone who gets in there way. Sitting on their cushy little nest eggs, and fattening themselves up.” I paused for dramatic effect. “But the difference between me and them, is I’ve also been in cat piss! Roaming around and begging for literal scraps while my emaciated body was rotting before their eyes. And they wouldn’t have bat a fucking eye. Nobody deserves to be treated like piss and left behind like this. Perhaps I want the rich to have a taste of their own medicine, or maybe I just have a thing for gutter trash.”

She seemed stunned. And I couldn’t resist the urge to make a pun.

“What’s a matter baby? Cat got your tongue?”

That seemed to snap her out of her little daze as she swatted my hand away and reached for her knife. She held it out defensively and I held my arms up in surrender.

“Quit with the cat puns!” She said.

It was cute, how flustered and disoriented she seemed.

“You’re insane!” She said again.

“Again, not quite. I prefer-“ I hummed, “buggy.”

She didn’t waver in her stance. I sighed, pushing the knife out of my way.

“Wake up Kitten, Gotham’s got you eating table scraps in the dark, but you have no idea what they’re feeding you. And that puny little knife won’t make a dent in their armour. The best way to get rid of an infection, is to kill it from the inside. If you can’t beat them, join them, and then beat them anyways. The choice is yours.”

I reached into my pocket grabbing another $200 I’d stolen from Basil earlier. Half the time I’m pretty sure he put it there with the intention of me stealing it. I turned back around, holding it out to her. She starred at me with apprehension, drawing her knife again.

“Relax Kitten, I don’t bite. I’ll keep the claws away for now.”

I held the cash out further, emphasising the action dramatically. I watched as she tentatively reached forward, then grabbed it all at once. I was quick to catch her wrist and she starred at me with wide eyes. Normally I’d savour the look, but it didn’t look quite right on her pretty face. I frowned.

“Do me a favour and get yourself something nice for me, yeah?” I asked.

She narrowed her eyes at me, but nodded none the less. I let go, letting my hand fall flat at my side. She was quick to run the other direction, but she stopped halfway down the alley to look back. I sent her a little wave and a smile before she went running again.

I got a running start, jumping onto the broken down fire escape and pulling myself onto the balcony. From there I could run up the rest do the stairs with ease. I made my way to the top of the building and ran toward the edge. She was easy to pick out in a city like this. Her graceful movements far too calculated and cat like to be seen as normal. At least by anyone with an IQ high enough to read. Which made sense why most of Gotham were quick to brush the girl off as a regular street rat. But there was something special about her, potential. And it would be a shame to see it go to waste.

The girl with no name. A little nobody stealing for food. A brat with a foul mouth, and a pretty face to match. And note for note exactly my type. I sat on the ledge of the roof top, watching until I couldn’t see her anymore. I sighed as she disappeared out of sight. I pulled out my phone and opened my tracking app. I watched as the little red dot appeared on my screen. My tracker implant had worked, and I know had her right where I wanted her. I have to know more about her, and I think I know just the billionaire son to give me that information. But I couldn’t go in there by force, too flashy. No, the best way to get rid of an infection, is from the inside. It seems I’ll need Maggie’s help brushing up on my table manners, and making me look more… presentable.

I smiled one more time as I looked at the red dot on my screen, preparing to go home. When a realisation hit me.

“Oh god, I really am my fathers daughter!”

An: I didn’t mean to make a new ship, but looking at this now it’s so fucking cute. How could I not? Every adult in Gotham thinks they’re adorable. V clearly gets her flirting skills from her father 😂 also note all the bug talk 👀 I totally don’t want to give her a bug related villain name to fuel my special interest or anything 💀

[icecoffee90]

Desire and Decorum replay - chapter 16

Exactly! He only hesitated for a second before he accepted the bribe.

Took you long enough.. 🙄

It's not fair that we had to choose between Miss Sutton and Mr. Marlcaster.. Now I have replay the chapter at least 4 more times and choose the best option.. 😄

Oh, honey! Maybe if you kept your shut.. 😫 Then again, lady grandmother's weird obsession with duke Richards probably would have been enough to lead to the same result anyway.. 😔

I... He still would have been happy for her even if she were to marry someone else.. 🥺

They're the center of the other's world! 🥰

Loved the proposal! And they finally kissed. Hallelujah! 🤭

Awww... 🥰🥰🥰 The "once your mistress is, well... your mistress" was funny, though.. 🤭

I just love them.. 😊

This scene made even my stone cold heart melt.. 🥺🥺🥺

This book club has been so much fun! Thank you again, @kingliamrys and @inacrowdofchoices for hosting it! Can't wait to start book 2!

[lonelyvomit]

#Joel is so sentimental #soft boy <3: He defo is… He has managed to melt my stone cold heart… I do like his emo edgelord alter ego though… He’s a keeper you know 🖤🖤🖤 #LOML🖤🖤🖤

He's just a babe 🥺🥺 I adore that grumpy boy 🖤

[irrfahrer]

Brrrr -@jedilovcd (I'm sorry I know I have a lot of stuff from you I haven't replied to but this one looked really cute 🥺)

Send in 'Brrrr' to find my muse in a snow storm!

From beneath the surface the icefloes looked like small sheep-clouds wandering slowly and contently over a bright blue sky that was the waters surface above her head while Ziv swamm on her back, nimbly using her tail and webbed paws to swiftly move forward. Her lungs were made to stay longer udnerwater, still the young woman turned around and as agile as a fish break through the surface of the water and swamm to the edge of the small river. It was snowing and the flakes landed for one second on the pale water only to melt into a grey liquid the next second. The snow was nothing but  white curtaine that was so thick it was almost impossible to look through, yet the browns of Nadines hair, the blue of her tunics and the yellow of ZIvs tunic neatly folded on her lap were easy to make out as the other woman was sitting waiting by the riverside on a stone that was almost completly swallowed by the thick snow around them. Every sound on Illum was swallowed by the snow eagerly.

“You know how long it had been since I had had seen the real Kriff! I loe the real Kriff, Like kriff this, I have dreamed of the real Kriff”, Ziv happily cheeped towards the riverside, turned around and laying there like a vacationer in the strandkorb, swamm on her back with her small paws folded on her stomach and only using her tail to move in the water. The air was so cold it seemed to cut through her lungs and the Tynnan eagerly breathed in even more- it felt nice, better than the warm, stinking air on Couruscant. It felt like a home. “I kriffing love this!”, she purred, rolled around and dabble around like a little child through the floes. There was a quiet answer from Nadine that was too far away for the Tynnan to hear through the curtaine of snow, yet considering in how many layers of clothes the other Healer was wrapped the young woman was pretty sure even if she would have heard it Nadine would have trembled too much to bring out a proper sentences. Ziv rolled around again, rubbing the icy water in her fluffy cheeks before, slowly and with a heavy heart she made her way over to the riverside.

Huffing Ziv pushed herself with her small  paws on the ice out of the water, enjoying the cold wind that even when her colourless pelt was drenched could not reach her skin and instead let icecrystals grew on her pelt like jewelery: “Okaaaaaay, I will be kriffing merciful for once. Lets go back to the ship and see if the pups are back- hopefully with some kybercrystals- so we can continue beeing kriffing babysitters, before you will freeze to the soil.”

[ @jedilovcd ]

[gryffindordaughterofathena]

This is absolutely the sweetest thing that one can read this early in the day and I love it soooo much💖💖

He loved waking next to her and going to sleep with her. She had broken all the walls his cold stoned heart had built, warming it and turning his house into a home. Ethan trailed down a line of kisses, from her forehead to her nose and cheek and finally her lips.

This😭😭

I have no words, they are so in love that it's making my cold dead heart warm and melting it into a poodle.

"Turning his house into a home" had me right in the feels🥺🥰

Also the part where Ethan clips the badge on her white coat and puts her stethoscope around her neck🥺🥺🥺 it's sooo domestic and exactly the kind of Ramsey content we love to see.

Thanks for sharing this with us💕💕

Power Couple

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)                                            Summary : The morning of Ethan and Meera's first day as a power couple in the hospital.       Category : Fluff                                                        Warnings : None                                                     Word Count : 922

A/N : Who doesn't love a Power Couple? I sure do. I have a pictagram-text edit following this fic. Do check it out here. Also this is my additional submission for @choicesjunechallenge2021 Day 7 : First. Happy Reading! ❤️

The early morning rays cascaded into the room, the sky changing colours as the birds announced the arrival of a new day. Ethan rustled out of his sleep, opening his eyes to face the beautiful woman who showed him the meaning of love.

It was surely a new day for everyone on the planet but it was a very important and special day to them. Ethan couldn't be prouder, his Rookie was going to take up on his legacy. It was Meera's first day as the very capable head of the diagnostic team.

Ethan was extremely sure in her early days itself that Meera was here to make waves in the medical world, but he surely didn't identify that she would be taking up the position of the head of the diagnostic team at such a young age.

Beside him Meera shifted in her sleep. Ethan turned to face her, taking in the smell of her shampoo from her curls which were sprawled all over. He tucked away a loose strand of hair kissing her forehead.

He loved waking next to her and going to sleep with her. She had broken all the walls his cold stoned heart had built, warming it and turning his house into a home. Ethan trailed down a line of kisses, from her forehead to her nose and cheek and finally her lips.

Meera opened her eyes with a grin soon after Ethan had kissed her on the lips. "Someone seems eager for a morning round huh?" were her first words after waking up."Well good morning to you too" Ethan said, kissing her once again before chuckling and turning to lie on his back.

"Good morning Dr. Boyfriend" Meera said, scooting up to look him in the eye and then resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Ethan used his arm to embrace Meera and pull her as close as he could, kissing the top of her head.

They stayed like that in comfortable silence enjoying each other's company without a word. Finally the alarm went off signalling it was time for them to get ready to become the power couple at the hospital.

Ethan let go of his embrace and Meera picked up her phone to turn the alarm off. She sat up in bed stretching, soon she was joined by her boyfriend.

"Are you nervous?" Ethan asked. "Yeah a little." Meera answered. "Now that the adrenaline rush has washed away the weight and significance of the position has actually dawned upon me. What if I am not ready? What if I am not able to manage the team like you?"

"Meera, you have no reason whatsoever to doubt yourself." Ethan said, pulling Meera into a tight hug, moving his hands on her naked back. "I have said this before and I'll say it again you are the most dedicated, passionate doctor to walk the halls of Edenbrook. If you are not ready there is nobody else who is. And you are not going to manage the team like me, but however you like." Ethan completed by once again pressing his lips to her.

The kiss was cut short as Jenner ran into their room getting into the bed at once and showering both of them with kisses. "Good morning Jenner!" Meera exclaimed, picking up the pug in her lap and booping his nose. Ethan sat there smiling.

"He is probably just hungry," Ethan said, giving his dog-son a small belly rub. "I'll go and arrange breakfast." With one last kiss he got up from the bed and left the room.

Ethan put down Jenner's food and went to get ready. Half an hour later Ethan came into the living room to find Jenner savouring his meal. He hunched down and petted the little guy and then went onto brew coffee for Meera and himself.

He finished his coffee and put hers in a go to cup with loads of cream and sugar just how she likes it. "Meera I am ready let's leave" he shouted towards the bedroom.

Minutes later he heard the tapping of heels to the marble floor, turning he saw his girlfriend, Dr. Meera Bose,Head of the Diagnostic Team, Edenbrook Hospital. Ethan was awestruck.

"Rookie, you look…" he trailed off. "... satisfactory?" Meera completed, chuckling. Ethan joined in too. "No, you look like the head of the diagnostic team." He said brushing his fingers on her knuckles.

Ethan opened his briefcase and took out two badges. One for himself and the other for her. He brought the two to Meera. "These are our new badges! Weren't we supposed to get them today?" Meera said.

"Yeah but by now you should know I have my ways Rookie." Ethan replied. He took the one that said "Dr. Meera Bose, Head of Diagnostic Team" and clipped it carefully to Meera's whitecoat pocket.

He then took her stethoscope from her hand and put that around her neck. Ethan then looked at her for a couple of minutes with eyes filled with respect and adoration, finally saying "All the best Meera, I believe in you."

Meera picked up the other badge that said "Dr. Ethan Jonah Ramsey, Chief of Medicine" and clipped on his pocket. "You too Ethan." she said, leaning in for a kiss.

Soon after both of them said goodbye to Jenner. Ethan took Meera's hand in his and both of them walked out of the apartment like a goddamn power couple set to save lives and conquer the medical world.

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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