#of course!!! yes!!! please actually I would LOVE TO

[randompiecesofwriting]

Wrong Name (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 of Wrong Name ft. an accidental proposal

Pairing: Jack Abbot x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning: None! Just super cute!

Author’s note: And I present a part 2 I honestly never thought I would write! Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who left likes reblogs and comments they all mean that absolute world to me I love hearing about your favorite parts it absolutely makes my day and I hope you like this part too!

Check out part one here!

He thought he had learned to stop being so surprised to see you just show up at the hospital.

It was always with an excuse, dropping off food for the staff, meeting him after a shift to walk home, giving him something he had forgot at home, but he thinks you actually just like being around, and the rest of the doctors of the Pitt certainly felt the same way. He was pretty sure they just texted you, asking you to come when they needed you, and you never hesitated to follow through.

It was nice to have someone outside of the Pitt. It was something he learned early on with you. Nice to have someone with what felt like objective eyes on the good and the bad, who could give perspective from a point of view other than a medical professional. And somehow, you’ve become that person for the people in the ED still too new to have that network yet.

So maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised to see you sitting on a bench across from the hospital, drinking a beer from a familiar looking cooler, surrounded by familiar looking young doctors.

“Have my med students kidnapped you” a part of him relished the way everyone in the group but you jumped a little at his voice, their immediate reaction to try and hide the beer as if they had been caught doing something wrong.

All except you who grinned up at him from the bench, tilting your neck back eagerly to give him a quick kiss in greeting with a hum of approval. “Kidnap? Please, I think I could take them”

Mel’s head tilted slightly to the side as if trying to figure out whether you were joking or not while Javadi’s eyes go wide and bounce rapidly between the two of you still trying to figure out if she was somehow going to get in trouble for this.

It was Whitaker who pipped up to fill the silence “Well Santos knows Krav Maga”

You looked at the intern with a raised brow, watching as she tried to bite down and hide her proud smirk behind her can. “That’s okay she’d be on my side”

“Damn right I would” she responded immediately, clinking her can against yours in a toast as you chuckled.

“Well now that your white knight is here what do you say we head home” he cut in putting a hand on your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze.

“And that kiddies is my cue” You gave a dramatic groan as you stood up, raising your can in front of you to address them “to my favorite doctors in all of PTMC who work under Dr. Abbot” you gave a pause for dramatic effect “who I am incredibly proud of and did amazing work today”

Javadi gave a snort at that “you weren’t even here to verify that”

“Oh those weren’t my words” you assured her quickly “those came directly from Jack”

“Now hold on” he tired to interject but you steamrolled ahead.

“Goes on constantly about how proud he is of you guys”

“Wait a second”

“How you are the best residents he’s ever had”

“I certainly didn-“

“And that you’re all getting raises”

Jack tried to swallow back the chuckle that ruminated in his chest “And with that we are leaving”

You chuckled fondly at him, Jack beyond powerless to do anything but smile softly back at you.

“Alright I will see you all…probably fairly soon you’re kinda stuck with me now”

Mel pipped up just as you started to retreat “we’re still on for Friday right?”

“Yes” You responded eagerly, making your way over to Jack and not hesitating to take his hand in yours, giving the fingers a reassuring squeeze “your sister’s okay with it right?”

“Of course she is she likes you” Mel rolled her eyes like it was obvious only making your grin widen.

“Good I like her too. But I wanted to check. You can’t just crash a King sister tradition without checking” Pulling softly on his arm you started to lead Jack away from the benches, still calling out back behind you “text me if she doesn’t want me to come, no hurt feelings got it?”

Mel gave you a thumbs up in response, you just about to finally turn around and leave with Jack before Whitaker called out again.

“Goodbye Mrs.A-“

“Whittaker you finish that sentence I’ll sic Santos on you”

And finally, finally Jack had you all to himself. A comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you started to make the familiar trek home.

“You’ve met King’s sister?”

“You haven’t?”

And all Jack could do was laugh because of course you have. Of course you knew all about how she spent her time outside of work. Of course you had gotten yourself invited to their family tradition.

But still his mind was stuck on one particular part of that conversation. Unable to stop himself from asking even as he felt he shouldn’t. “Have you ever thought about it? Being Mrs. Abbot”

“Of course” you answered so quickly, so thoughtlessly, as if those two words hadn’t made his heart stutter in his chest “that’s why its written in pink glitter pen on every page of my diary”

And maybe you noticed the way his smile didn’t fully reach his eyes, or the way his laugh didn’t live in his chest as it normally did, but something made you pause before giving a more honest answer.

“Yeah I’ve thought about it”

He let the answer hang for a bit, let you enjoy yourself watching him squirm before he spoke “and?”

Like he knew you would you grinned back at him. Giving your interlocked hands a little swing “and I think I could go either way”

“Really?” he asked with a raised brow “you have no opinions?”

You shrugged in response “I think I’ve decided my priority is you.”

And truthfully he didn’t know what to say to that. In all the ways he had envisioned this conversation going, all the possible answers you could have given that was not one he had prepared for.

“I like what we have going” you shrugged, giving his hand a soft squeeze “we’re good. I like the idea of making it official, I don’t need it though” And finally you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips, nothing short of complete devotion in your eyes “at the end of the day I’m going to spend my life with you Jack Abbot and there’s nothing you can do about it”

That finally pulled a real laugh out of him, the kind that rumbled deep in his chest, as he forced the two of you to stop, an action you didn’t seem at all surprised by.

He brought his palm up to cup your cheek, fingers threading lazily though the hair behind your ear as he rubbed softly back and forth on your skin, taking a moment to truly look at you, appreciate the beauty of the person he was so unfathomably lucky to call his. “You promise?”

“For you my dearest Jack Rabbit” you declared with a grin, going up onto your toes until your nose touched his, finishing on a whisper “I vow it”

-

“You know you two aren’t being subtle” Jack hadn’t even bothered to look up as he said it, had in fact spent the better part of the day avoiding their gaze as much as possible.

“Well I wasn’t going for subtle. Dana?” Robby stated matter-of-factly, glancing over at his charge nurse as he said it.

“I was going for overt” she shrugged.

And Jack knew exactly what their expressions would before he looked up, could guess the mixture of barely contained mirth and disappointment that would paint their features without needing to confirm.

“Well if you could keep your overt stares to yourselves that would be great”

“What is it Jackie-boy is it the ring?” Dana ignored him, leaning forward onto her forearms from across from him, bending down and seeking his gaze just as he usually did with people “I told you the ring’s perfect. It matches all of the stuff she already has well”

“No it’s not the ring” Jack cut her off with an annoyed look, keeping his head pointed down at the charting he had abandoned long ago “now if you excuse me some of us have a job to do”

“Well if not the ring then what?” Robby jumped in, mirroring Dana’s stance as he did so, the two doing their best to present a unified front, a fact that almost had Jack chuckling despite himself “You know when I told you she was too good for you I was mostly joking”

With a dramatic sigh Jack finally straightened and looked at the two across the desk from him, resigning himself to the fact that there was no escaping this conversation for much longer “no it’s not-“

“Dr. Abbot” Mel King his saving grace appeared next to him effectively catching the attention of all three of them, Jack more than happy to distract himself with whatever case she needed him on than withstand anymore grilling from his two so-called friends.

“Yes Dr. King”

“I just wanted to ask if-“ and he spoke too soon.

“No” Jack effectively cut off the line of questioning, turning back to his chart physically putting an end to the conversation

“But I just think that-“ Mel tried again

“No”

“Have you considered-“

“Still no”

“Dr. Abbot” Robby finally cut in, raising a brow at his friend as he put on his best teacher voice that only succeeded in pulling an eye roll from Jack “I’m not sure if you’re aware but this is a teaching hospital”

“It sure is” Jack responded in a similar tone “and teaching is exactly the thing I would love to be able to do today but thanks to some of us who have decided to be nosey and ‘overt’” he pointedly glared at the two of them “the rest of the staff have gotten it in their heads that they should get to be there when I propose”

And though he hoped that would be enough to get everyone back to work Jack was never that lucky, Robby immediately jumping in with “so it is for sure a when not an if then”.

Jack only glared at his friend, pointedly ignoring the shit-eating grin he wore as he stared unflinchingly back, Mel deciding this was the perfect opportunity to plead her case again “I just think that when it happens I-“

“Okay everyone listen up” Jack cut her off with a loud clap of his hands, effectively pulling the attention of anyone in the center of the ED.

“Dr. Abbot” Dana tried to call his attention, but he steamrolled ahead.

“I’m only going to say this once”

“Jack” Dana tried again as Jack once again pointedly ignored her.

“It will be done in private, just the two of us, at a time when I feel it is right alright?” He challenged the ED with a raised brow, his audience, despite his words, looking almost giddy before him.

“Sweetheart” Dana again tried to cut him off but Jack was too deep into his speech now.

“I appreciate your help with the ring and everything you all have done for the two of us but you need to stop pushing”

At this Dana had no more to say, little more than a deep sigh coming from the nurse as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the counter behind her.

“When I propose it will be on my own terms got it?”

The ED went silent around him, his students eyes wide as they did little more than stare up at him with rapt attention confusing Jack slightly.

“When you what”

Jack froze. He knew that voice. He knew that voice all too well. And even if he didn’t one look at the shit-eating grin on Robby’s face was more than enough to confirm it.

Jack spun in place quicker than his feet could really keep up to see you standing just a few feet behind him, frozen in place staring back at him with a wide-eyed gaze making Jack curse under his breath.

For the longest time no one said anything, the two of you frozen before one another as Jack’s head desperately reached for absolutely anything to say, finally settling on a defeated “what are you doing here”

“When you propose?” And God help him the way your lips twitched up at the corners as you said it made him nearly melt on the spot, Jack unable to fight the smile from growing on his lips in response as he took a few steps closer to you until he was almost chest to chest.

“Okay fine yes, when” he conceded with a soft chuckle, stooping his head slightly to fully meet your gaze as he drove his next point home “which is not this moment”

“But it’s going to happen?” Your question came back quick, your smile quickly growing to a full on grin that Jack wanted to be exasperated at. It would’ve been so much easier to shut down this conversation if he could remain stoic but the unbridled glee in your eyes had his resolve crumbling.

“In the future yes but I cannot stress this enough, not right now”

“Yes I say yes, or I will say yes” you eagerly grabbed at his forearms as the words all but spilled out of you. Jack helpless against the warmth that radiated within his chest at the action, his hands reaching forward to grab your face between them as a laugh threatened to bubble out of him.

“I am not proposing right now”

You all but ignored him, pulling his hands off your face but keeping them captured in your own as you continued on “have you already bought a ring? Can I see it?”

You were like a dog after a treat, oh so eager to barrel on ahead despite everything and Jack was finding it much too hard to be mad about it “I don’t have it on me because I refused to get engaged in the Pitt while I’m in scrubs”

And finally you seemed to properly take in the scene around you, the florescent lights ahead, the beep of machines all around you, the much too eager eyes of his coworkers who watched the scene before them unfold with rapt attention. “Alright fine”

Jack nearly sagged in relief at that, glad you were finally seeing things from his point of view before you cut him off again.

“But can I see it when we get home?”

A shocked laugh spilled out of the man as he shook his head, raking an exasperated hand over the lower half of his face “will you let me do it properly? Get on one knee, recite a speech I’ll pretend I didn’t spend hours writing. The whole nine yards” Never in his life did he think he would have to beg his fiancé to let him properly propose.

You pretended to think it over, the grin on your face telling him you were getting entirely too much enjoyment out of torturing him like this “Can we do dinner first? My favorite restaurant?”

He rolled his eyes at your response, unable to fight the fond smile from his lips as he did so “this isn’t a negotiation”

But you only stared up at him through your lashes, bottom lip pinned between your teeth, and Jack was putty in your hands, throwing  out the last resemblance of a plan he had with a sigh “we have reservations this weekend”

He barely got the words out before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your lips up against his, Jack grinning happily into the kiss as he pulled you by the waist deeper into him, finding that he didn’t much mind this part of this catastrophe of a proposal.

But like usual the ED chimed in at the perfect time, an abrupt cheer from his friends around him pulling the two of you apart as you were swarmed by his med students, the kids eagerly pulling you into their own set of congratulatory hugs.

But with a grin like that on your face Jack still found he couldn’t be too mad about it.

A hand clapping his shoulder pulled Jack’s attention away from the excited conversation happening between you and his students, Robby sliding up next to him with a smug smile on his face “You know I’m honored you’d want me here today to witness-“

“Shut the fuck up” Jack cut him off sharply but with a chuckle, not hesitating to pull him into a hug, Robby whispering into his friends shoulder “I’m happy for you brother”

[non-binary-lil-star]

Interviewer: I- I meant to ask about family vacations-

Bruce: Oh! Yes, of course, we are thinking-

Jason: We would go to the beach if Dickhead wasn't a little bitch about getting sunburn-

Dick: It's not about me! Tim and Babs are as white as sheets of paper, the poor things.

Damian: I propose we collectively disown Drake-Wayne for being a vampire-pale fucking moron

Tim: OKAY I'm not the one who's stopping us from going to Florida because he's wanted in Miami for freeing and entire zoo-

Interviewer: I- I meant-

Jason: Can I bring Roy to the vacation? I promise we won't fuck where anyone could see. Like, probably.

Dick: WHAT

Vicky, deciding to intervene and save the poor soul: * whispers * Girl, watch me

Vicky: Hello Waynes! It's great to have you. Stand up!

* military level trained teens plus Bruce, who is a simp for women who step on him, stand up on instinct*

Vicky: Dick, sit in the middle, sweetie. Tim, sit to his left, please, Damian to his right. Jason, next to Tim, Steph, next to Damian, Bruce, next to Steph if you will, Cass, next to Jason. Ms Gordon, position yourself wherever you want

Vicky: Great! Now, please do tell, where are you planning on going to vacation?

Jason: Well, if Dick-

Dick: I think-

Damian: Not Florida, certainly

Vicky: One at a time! Ms. Gordon, please, would you mind telling us?

Dick: We-

Vicky: Not talking to you, honey. :)

Dick: Yes, ma'am

Bruce: We were-

Vicky: Brucie

Bruce: ...

Bruce: Yes, ma'am

Barbara: We were planning to go to the mountains actually! The weather is quite close to Gotham in most higher places, we are all quite used to the cold.

Vicky: Lovely! And-

Steph: Can we talk about my newfound relationship no-

Barbara: * Looks at her*

Steph: Yes, ma'am

Barbara: Anyway, we were thinking November and-

Interviewer: * amazed *

Bruce, introducing his kids at a family Interview: This is my eldest Dick, my second eldest Cassandra, then my son Jason, my second youngest Tim, and my youngest Damian

Bruce: That's my daughter-in-law Barbara, and my other daughter-in-law, Stephanie

Tim: ??? Steph and I broke up forever ago?? How is she your daughter-in-Law?

Stephanie: I may not be dating any of you anymore but I'm the State of daughter-in-law. Daughter-in-law is not a family title, it's the friends you make along the way

Jason: I'm not high enough for this shit

Golden boy Dick Grayson: Me fucking neither

Jason: what

Dick: what

Bruce: ??? What do you mean she's not my daughter-in-law anymore?? I was counting on her marrying into the family :C

Steph: Sorry B, unfortunately your son would rather kiss superbitch than me

Dick: TIM IS KISSING WHO NOW

Bruce: >:( We'll talk about that later, right now-

Tim: I don't think that's necess-

Bruce: We'll talk about that later. Right now can't any of you date her?? Jaylad, you're sin-

Steph: HELL NO

Jason, already on his second blunt: You're so funny, old man. I'm literally co parenting my best friends kid. I'm literallyyyy be gay do crime. Haha.

Dick: YOURE WHAT WITH WHO NOW

Bruce: CAN ANY OF YOU JUST DATE HER

Cass, slowly raising her hand like in Hunger Games: I volunteer

Bruce: ...

Tim: ...

Dick: ...

Bruce: This is why you're my favorite daughter 🥹

Cass: Father, I'm your only daughter

Tim: Untrue. I did drag one time, that has to count

Steph: Does this mean I have a girlfriend

Damian: This family is a disgrace

Interviewer: ...

[puck-luck]

He’s insufferable. He’s horrible. You hate your boyfriend, you actually hate him, and it’s all because he’s so much better at waiting than you are. 

You blame it on his ability to wait through both Quinn’s and Luke’s games. Maybe he’s patient because he had to go on all of those long road trips with his parents for his travel games. Maybe it was waiting through the tourneys themselves. 

Either way, Jack is fucking smug as he watches you squirm above him. 

He’s really beautiful like this, honestly. His hair is as messy as it always is, long and brown with a jagged part just slightly off-center. The waves, barely wavy at all, flop over the right side of his forehead for a few seconds longer before Jack brushes them back like he’s about to hide them under a hat. He’s got a pimple right near his temple, which’ll probably turn angry at red tomorrow morning after he notices it and starts to pick at it. 

You do just about everything you can to avoid his eyes. You know it’ll just make you more desperate if you look into the blue depths.

You thumb over his Adam’s apple, resting for a moment on the point of it before moving to the columns of his neck. One of your hands works around to his nape, running your fingers through the hair there. You get caught on a knot and brush it out, pressing your lips together to avoid an amused smile at Jack’s exaggerated wince. He’s such a baby.

You think about pressing a sweet kiss to Jack’s button nose, which is tinged pink like his cheeks and spotted with almost invisible freckles, faded into a tan that he’s been perfecting since he suddenly found a boatload of free time. He twitches his nose like a bunny would when you trace a finger over the ridge. It’s a simple act, aiming to draw a laugh from you, and he succeeds. 

Out of habit, you find your way to his eyes. Yours meet the gorgeous blues that you’d fallen in love with ages ago and they’re no less hypnotizing than the first time you saw them. You fall straight into them, gaze filing through the shades of blue and green that decorate Jack’s irises. 

Unfortunately, you’re now trapped. You can’t look away.

“There’s my baby,” Jack teases. “Long time, no see.”

You find that old annoyance creeping back in. He’s got you seated on his lap, cock buried deep inside of you, and he just wants you to sit there. He doesn’t want you to move, he doesn’t want you to come, and he doesn’t even want you to feel good. He just wants you to be.

Infuriating. Unfair. Miserable.

You frown at Jack, bottom lip jutting out slightly. “I’m right here,” you grumble. “Been here all along.”

“Yeah, sweet thing, but you’ve been ignoring me,” Jack replies. He tilts his head to the side and matches your pout. “So warm around me, but you’re barely even enjoying it like I am.”

“It wasn’t my idea to cockwarm you until we’re ready for bed,” you remind him.

“But you didn’t say no,” Jack tells you. “I think you said an emphatic yes, actually.”

“I wouldn’t say my yes was emphatic.”

“Enthusiastic.”

“I was enthusiastic after you said that you’d make sure I felt good.”

“You don’t feel good?” Jack asks. He sinks his fingers into your ass cheeks and rocks you forward, changing the position only a bit and providing a semblance of friction before settling you back down. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m almost ready.”

“You’re just saying that,” you mumble under your breath, eyebrows drawn together angrily.

Jack quirks one of his. “You don’t like the feel of my cock inside you?”

He’s being unfair again, asking you a biased question that he knows you can’t say no to. Of course you like having his cock inside of you, but you like it more when it’s fucking in and out of you and rubbing against all of your sweet spots.

You wiggle on his lap, trying to goad him into doing something. 

Jack keeps his hands on your behind, blinking up at you with a pleased smirk tugging at his lips. He makes no move to satisfy you.

“Jack,” you complain, indignant and getting truly frustrated.

“Look at you,” Jack observes in a soft and reverent voice. A blush blooms in your cheeks and travels down to where your heart pounds in your chest. “So desperate for my cum, angel. I’ll give it to you, right where you want it… right in this pretty pussy. You want me to pump my cum into you, don’t’cha?”

“Yes,” you mumble sheepishly, like an embarrassed child. He’s so annoying. You don’t like him… except that you really, really do.

“Be sweet and ask me for it then,” Jack tells you. “Go ahead. I’m listening.” He looks at you and waits and now you’re really struggling to find your voice. 

This might never end, not with the renewed pressure Jack put on you to beg prettily enough to deserve his seed.

[flamingpudding]

Oh yes new crack au the Nightingales I think that's spelled right.

Are a big family with a lot of people in it we're all related by chance they all have a family reunion though in the infinite realms imagine Batman Surprise when you get the invitation in the mail to invite him in the Justice League to the Nightingale family reunion

Turns out that Klarion and Martha Night (what her name used to be before she married Thomas Wayne) share the same deadbeat mother the same one he slept with Klarion's Mom and the same one who had Martha Night with Martha's dad

Just a dumb crack idea of Morpher and Clarion being half siblings and Bruce having to deal with that and many other cookies are like half cousins removed are like aunties and uncles that don't visit a lot because of family drama

Just imagine a big old family reunion hosted by Danny but family games everyone bringing something to eat weirdly planning plans to murder their enemies sometimes but help from younger relatives that understand things more

Teaching your family how to use is technology that they had no idea existed cuz they were born no technology zone

Goofy thing Martha and Klarion Bleak literally being comparative half siblings who win every minigame during the family reunion over here styling out children and jump rope just because they can

Love this idea. I modified the Half siblings origin in for my bit a little to something that felt would make it a little funnier. Also Thanks so much. Your ask came at the right time with my vacation and rekindled my passion for writing. I got a lot of stuff to catch up this vacation!

I was playing with the thought of adding this to my ghost king is my uncle AU but decided against it. This family constellation created for this Family Reunion AU feels better suited for it and funnier in a way.

Either way, i think I drifted of a bit into the crackish space and maybe also went a little ooc at some points... but please enjoy.

[Also an edited and probably a bit more flashed out version might get uploaded to AO3 at some point...]

------------

A Nightingale Family Reunion

Bruce blinked and stared at the glowing floating eyeball before him. That thing had appeared in the middle of a meeting with the Justice League, directly in front of him. A waspy green tail curled around a envelop, decorated with a small ghost and addressed to his a name. His actual name. Not "Batman" but "Bruce Wayne".

Now it was lucky that identity reveals had already happened with all the core members that were in this meeting. Yet it was still unnerving that someone sent him this creature, directly to him while he was with the Justice League as Batman.

It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't the only one that had a floating eyeball before him. It took only one glance to the side to see that Wonder Woman, aka Diana also had one floating before her. Though compared to him she appeared to have expected it. Thanking that creature for the delivery of an 'Invitation'.

Bruce's eyes flitted back to the eyeball before him. It stared back at him, unblinking, of course not something it could do without eyelids. Unlike Diana he had not yet reached out to grasp that envelope from the creatio. Rather contemplating what could happen if he took it and what all could result from that action.

Deep in his thoughts he did not notice how Diana approached head shaking with a smile. "I didn't realize you were part of the Family. You shouldn't keep it waiting, The messengers have jobs to do."

She didn't hesitate taking the envelope from the eyeball for him, thanking the creation before pressing the envelope into his hand. He reluctantly accepted it, determined to question her later more about this as she appeared to know more than he did about this… phenomenon.

And he wasn't disappointed.

'Later' as he found out Diana explained to him how 'the family' had a get-together every 100 years. A family Reunion of sorts of the entire family in a place called the 'Infinite Realms'. Bruce had wanted to question her more on this but she only patted his shoulder, explaining that not all 'mortal' family members got to take part of this event during their 'live-time'. That some would even either be too young to even remember ever taking part in one until they died.

An unsettling statement. Especially when she implied that one could still take part even after death. It was very unsettling but for now Bruce accepted that explanation. He would still try to press on more questions. His children, who all apparently also got invitations delivered by that eyeball creature (including, even Alfred), weren't much better. While some took it in stride, others went into full on investigation mode. (He stopped counting how many days Tim forwent sleep to deep dive into information about the Infinite Realms.)

And then the day of the 'Family Reunion' came.

Diana had decided to accompany them into the Infinite Realms. Helping by being their guide, his stomach sunk as a green vortex opened before them, an eyeball with a bow tie floating before it, moving like it bowed to them. He worriedly had glanced at his second oldest son, hoping this was not going to be some kind of PTSD trigger, but Jason had appeared surprisingly fine.

So despite not feeling alright with it but encouraged by Diana, that this was harmless, they stepped through the portal.

On the other side they came face to face with a giant foyer, even bigger than the one his children knew from Wayne Manor. Bruce blinked as he stared, schooling his expression into his usual stoic one as he surveyed his surroundings. Several blue skinned or greenish…. people mingled with each other. Some having two legs, others something Bruce could help but describe as a ghost tail.

Then his usual stoic expression dropped as his eyes visible widened and he saw the Ghost of his mother arguing with the Witch Boy Klarion in the middle of the foyer, surrounded by others cheering them on as they apparently were holding some sort of competition and not arguing as he first thought. His children weren't fairing much better considering they knew what Martha Wayne looked like from Portrays.

Alfred appeared to be the least one faced as the older man shock his head fondly as if that wasn't an unfamiliar sight to him.

"DIANA!" A cheery voice shouted that ripped Bruce, as well as his children out of their shock as they saw a blur of black and white approach. Bruce hand instantly went to the hidden batarang in his pockets. But they could only blink as they watched the Amazonian Woman get engulfed in a bear hug that would put Dick's octopus-like hugs to shame.

"My Little Niece! So happy you made it! Oh and I see you decided to help Martha's little one to get here safely!" The white haired man grinned brightly. "I hope you're ready Dan really wants a rematch with you, you know?"

"Uncle Danny. Of course I would come, I would never miss this." Diana smiled, and Bruce decided then that this man likely wasn't hostile and let go of the batarang. Though he only relaxed slightly. "Besides I definitely didn't want to miss this one considering this is their first time."

Danny, as Bruce had noted the name, nodded sagely as he let go of Diana. "I know but it is so hard to organise a get-together with everyone. Every 100 years is the easiest to do this."

Bruce took note of that information also. His eyes darting back to his children that were now curiously watching the crowd, more interested as they judged the situation as not dangerous for the moment. But before Bruce could decided what to do, the white haired man Danny hugged him.

"So glad you could join! I was so eager to finally get to meet my grandbaby! I remember when Martha first showed you off to me! You were such a sweet little thing!" To say Bruce was shocked was an understatement. Dick and the rest of his kids started snickering when they saw how Bruce's face morphed from stoic to something akin to shell shocked for the bat.

As if on que a voice he hadn't heard in years called out "BRUCIE!" And a moment later the man was in a group hug, sandwiched between the man with white hair, claiming to be his maternal grandfather and the ghost of his mother.

"MARTHA! I WASN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!" Another familiar voice shouted. Less considered family but still shocking as Klarion marched over arms crossed as he the witch boy glared at Martha. "We are not done yet sister!"

"SISTER?!" The batkids shouted in chorus. Bruce was pretty sure this was the moment his brain blue screened.

Alfred on the other hand seemed rather amused. Though before Bruce could even give a semblance of a reaction to… just everything another very familiar but also strict voice shouted across the entire foyer.

"BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE!" The reaction was instant, as if it hadn't been years Bruce stood straighter, eyes darting to who shouted his full name. Wide eyed he saw the ghost of his father Thomas Wayne approaching…. with a Sandale in hand.

And while his brain was currently too overwhelmed to recognise the shock of first seeing his parents (even as ghosts), and also the chaos of whatever kind of family reunion this was. A in -trained reaction was the first thing that got his body in motion, as memories of his childhood flashed across his mind. Not even his own training could have prevented this kind of reaction.

The Bat-kids on the other hand watched stunned as there was only a second of Bruce seeing the Ghost of Thomas Wayne with a stern expression and a sandal in hand before the man they knew as Batman. Stoic, unmoving and unphased, emotionally constipated Batman. Hightailed it and ran, the expression of a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar plastered across the running man's face.

Klarion bursted out laughing, Martha chuckled amused, the smile of a caring mother hidden behind her hand and Alfred he looked even fonder, openly chuckling. All the while the ghost of Thomas Wayne chased after his son shouting of "WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE ANCIENTS WERE YOU THINKING DROPPING OUT OF MEDICAL SCHOOL! WHAT KIND OF EXAMPLE ARE YOU FOR YOUR OWN CHILDREN! ONE OF THEM IS EVEN A HIGHSCHOOL DROPOUT! EVEN HARVEY AND HARLEY HAVE A DEGREE!"

The other guests of this reunion didn't seemed bothered at all and even Diana shook her head as she excused herself in search for her Uncle Dan that apparently wanted a rematch. It took a moment for the Batkids but once the shock settled their attention instantly got drawn to their grandmother starting arguing with Klarion about some game they had to finish.

"Uh…. how are you two siblings?" Jason, the brave soul asked, while his sibling seemed to still try to catch up with things. Maybe Jason was just better in these pack that thought for later moments, to recover the fastest.

"Oh this is your Great Uncle Klarion my dears. My halfbrother." Martha smiled at them as she warped her arms around Klarions shoulder, pinching the Witch Boys cheek. Which looked comical in a way as Martha appeared as a full grown adult while Klarion… was well Klarion.

"Stop that." Klarion hissed swatting at Martha and Danny laughed at his two children.

"Yea but… how?" Tim finally stammered out finding his voice once he logged a lot of his thoughts away for later. There was just too much to unpack at once.

"So well…" Martha starts before pausing. "This here is my mom. Danny. Yes Mom, the entire family calls him mom because of his tendency to mother hen over us all."

Danny had the gall to look offended and was about to interrupt his daughter before a hand clapped over his mouth a woman that looked a lot like him leaning over his shoulder grinning mischievously. "Oh, are we explaining family relations? I am Danielle by the way, your great grand aunt. You kids can call me Ellie."

Dick's mind was starting to spin but he nodded, sharing a look with his siblings.

"So Marha is the daughter of Danny's wife. The one he fell in love with and married when he chose to give a mortal life another chance. And Klarion? Is also Danny's son but well..." Ellie smiles mischievous like she knew a conspiracy they didn't. "...some things appear to be very much in the family."

"What does that imply…?" Damian ask eyes sharp as he noticed the glance towards him.

"Well Klarions birthmom is a deadbeat, somehow got Danny to sleep with her and then dropped Klarion off with him years later when he had just married again and had Martha." Ellie grind and suddenly the entire Batkids started with a strange feel of Deja vu, while Danielle grinned widely. Martha chuckled amused too and Klarion just shook his head.

Damian coughed awkwardly. The parallels to his own mother and Bruce were not lost on him. Then Jason suddenly broke out laughing, "You telling me Demon Brat isn't the only kid in the family that has a background like that!"

To their shock Martha broke out laughing now while Klarion glared at her. "Oh my! My grandchild and brother are even sharing a nickname!"

"Wait what?!" Tim spluttered, as he stared openly at Klarion. The witch boy. Someone he had fought several times by now. Who apparently was in his family also known as Demon Brat.

"Excuse me! My birth mother was at least an actual demoness! My grand nephew's mother doesn't compare to that at all!" Klarion protested, apparently offended for some reasons as Martha only laughed harder.

The bat kids could only watch in shock as Klarion and Martha started to argue like siblings while Danny ended up wrestling with Danielle to get the hand of his mouth. Meanwhile Bruce was still getting chased around by Thomas Wayne for dropping out of medical school and Alfred watched Klarion and Martha with a nostalgic fondness none of them could explain as of right now.

But one thing was clear, this family reunion, that apparently happens every 100 years would hold a whole lot more shocking reveals for them….

[sh4nksslvt]

Hi! Could you write about katakuri and his childhood sweetheart. Like they were pretty close friends since childhood, she has been friends with him from when he didn't used to cover his face. But they never said 'I love you' to each other. And now that they've grown up, Big mom has asked(ordered) the reader to marry Cracker/Oven. She maybe confesses her love to katakuri, but him being the perfect son he is, doesn't want to disobey his mom, so he let the marriage happen.

I know requests are off, but if you like the idea, please do write about it, idc even if it takes like a month or two. I'm absolutely in love with your writing.

oohh! that is good! tis not much but, hope u like this!

The Sweetness We Never Tasted

You’ve loved Katakuri since you were kids. But Big Mom has chosen another path for you—and he won’t fight her to stop it.

katakuri x reader

tags: sfw, arranged marriage, childhood sweethearts, angst

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff cringe, and akward

word count: 1.1k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The air in Totto Land always smelled faintly of sugar, but today it was too sweet—so sweet it made your stomach twist.

You stood in the rose garden behind the Chateau, the very place where you and Katakuri used to sneak pastries as children, hiding behind the candy-cane columns and daring each other to steal more from the kitchen. Those days felt like dreams now—soft, distant, and a little too painful to look at directly.

And now, you were waiting for him.

You clenched your fists, heart pounding. He was late. Or maybe he was avoiding you.

No. He wouldn’t.

“(Y/N),” a deep voice rumbled behind you.

You turned.

Katakuri stood there, tall as ever, shadows cutting across his face from the low afternoon sun. His scarf was on, of course. He didn’t show his mouth anymore. Not to anyone.

Except you—once.

"You're late," you said, forcing a smile.

"I came as soon as I could."

There was always something different in his voice when he spoke to you. A softness hidden under the gravel. He glanced around before walking over to stand beside you, close enough that his arm nearly brushed yours. He didn’t touch. He never did. Not anymore.

"So..." You stared down at your boots, trying to summon the courage that had kept you alive in this family all these years. "Have you heard?"

He didn’t answer immediately. The silence dragged between you like the end of a rope—fraying, tension snapping strand by strand.

"Yes," he finally said. “Mama told me.”

You swallowed hard. “She wants me to marry Cracker.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t react. Only a subtle clenching of his jaw beneath the scarf gave him away.

“I didn’t think she’d do it,” you whispered. “I thought… I thought she’d at least ask me. Or you would. Before it got this far.”

Katakuri turned his face away, eyes focused on something in the distance. Maybe he was looking at the horizon. Maybe he just couldn’t bear to look at you.

“I’m not surprised,” he said. “It makes sense politically.”

You laughed bitterly. “Of course. Because that’s what marriage is in this family. Strategy.”

Another beat of silence. Your voice shook when you said his name.

“Katakuri.”

He looked at you now. Directly. It hurt.

“I need to know,” you said, barely above a whisper. “Did you ever feel it too?”

His shoulders tensed.

“When we were kids… when we were teens… when we’d sneak out after dinner to watch the stars from the rooftops… when you showed me your mouth and told me I was the only one you weren’t ashamed around… Did that mean nothing to you?”

You didn’t mean to cry, but the tears came anyway—quiet, burning down your cheeks.

“I always thought we’d have time,” you said. “That one day we’d stop pretending and actually say it. I waited for you to say it first. I waited for years.”

He took a step toward you. His hands twitched like he wanted to hold yours.

“I wanted to,” he said.

"Then why didn’t you?"

"Because I knew this would happen."

You blinked. “What?”

“I knew Mama would never allow it,” he said, voice low. “She doesn’t choose based on love. She chooses for power, for bloodlines, for strength. Cracker is a biscuit soldier commander—strong, obedient. You’ve always been one of her favorites. Of course she'd put you with someone she trusts.”

“But you’re her favorite too. More than Cracker. If you’d said something—if you’d just told her we wanted—”

“I couldn’t,” he cut in. “I’m not just her son, (Y/N). I’m her soldier. Her perfect creation. I do not defy her.”

You stared at him. “Not even for me?”

His silence was louder than any answer.

You stepped back like he’d slapped you. “You would’ve let me go without a word. Without knowing.”

“I thought it would be easier,” he said. “If you hated me. It would hurt less.”

You covered your mouth, choking on the sound that wanted to escape. “You coward.”

“I know.”

“I would’ve fought for you,” you said. “I would’ve burned everything down for you.”

“I know.”

You turned to leave. You didn’t want him to see you fall apart.

But his hand caught your wrist.

“(Y/N).”

You froze.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched. You turned to face him again, slowly.

“What?”

He stepped closer. “I loved you then. I love you now. I’ll love you after the wedding, and I’ll hate myself every day for not stopping it.”

You stared at him, heart breaking in slow motion. “Then stop it.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Why?” Your voice cracked. “Why not fight for once? Why not just—”

“Because if I do, Mama will kill someone,” he said. “Maybe Cracker. Maybe you. Maybe one of your crewmates. You think she wouldn’t?”

Your voice died in your throat.

“I can’t risk your life,” he said. “I’d rather lose you than bury you.”

You collapsed into his arms without thinking, fists pounding against his chest.

“I hate you,” you sobbed. “I hate you for not loving me enough to try.”

He didn’t say anything. Just held you, trembling.

The embrace didn’t last long enough.

The wedding day arrived too quickly.

You wore the gown Mama picked. Something ridiculous and pastel with lace up to your chin and jewels that dug into your collarbones. Cracker looked pleased enough, though he kept grumbling about how annoying formal events were. He barely looked at you.

Your mind was elsewhere anyway.

Katakuri stood near the front, expression blank. You couldn’t read anything behind that scarf and those crimson eyes.

You were numb as the vows were spoken. Your lips moved, but they weren’t your words. When the crowd cheered, it felt like your ears had gone underwater.

Your heart stayed behind in that garden.

That night, you sat alone on the balcony while the festivities carried on below. Cracker was off getting drunk with Opera and Snack, bragging about how ‘lucky’ he was to get someone like you. You felt sick.

Behind you, the door creaked open.

You didn’t turn. You knew the footsteps.

“Shouldn’t you be with your husband?” Katakuri asked quietly.

You didn’t answer.

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“Then don’t stay.”

He hesitated. You could hear the tightness in his breath.

“Did you mean it?” you asked.

“Mean what?”

“When you said you love me.”

“Yes.”

“Do you still?”

“Yes.”

You turned to him. “Then why did you let them take me?”

He looked like he wanted to shatter.

“Because I thought I was strong,” he said. “But I’m just her puppet, (Y/N). We all are.”

You walked up to him, slowly.

“I would’ve run with you,” you said. “I would’ve left everything behind.”

He looked down at you. “You still could.”

“No,” you whispered. “Not anymore.”

You leaned up and kissed the scarf covering his mouth, just once.

Then walked past him, back into the room.

That night, Katakuri stood alone on the edge of the island, staring out at the moonlit sea.

He didn't cry.

But if he had, the ocean might’ve wept with him.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Walter Marshall

Summary: Walter takes you shopping for a new bed.

Warnings: Size discrimination. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is short, female. No other physical descriptors used.

Previous

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

"Do we have to do this Walter?" you whine as you get out of the truck.

"If you want me to stay overnight at your place again, yes," Walter replies. "That thing you call a bed can barely support the two of us when we're just resting, let alone when we're getting frisky. And I'm too old for the floor."

"Well why can't I just get you a really big dog bed, then?" You smirk at Walter's fake glare as you scritch his chin. "Fine," you concede. "But I reserve the right to complain the whole time."

"Of course," he nods as puts his arm behind you, gently pushing you into the furniture store. "And I'm okay with you getting a couch instead, just so long as it's got better support."

"Thank you for respecting the limitations of my space," you nod.

It didn't hurt he'd also agreed to pay for half the thing since he was the main reason you were buying it. Or so you let him think. In truth, you knew you'd needed to upgrade your tiny little bed couch for a while now. It definitely wasn't doing your back any favors. You'd added pillows to try to make it cushier, but that was a temporary fix.

But going out to a store and actually buying a better option was its own kind of torture. Salespeople bugged everyone, of course, but they often took your shorter stature as reason to invade your personal space. At least when you were at work your uniform gave you a modicum of respect, a bit of a bubble for your safety. Without it, you were just another short person they could smile about looking down on. You were a target they could push into buying something you really didn't want. You weren't a shrinking violet, and happily bit back at them if they pushed too hard, but it was exhausting and shouldn't have to happen in the first place.

Walter could tell you were on edge but wasn't sure why. He chalks it up to your hesitancy surrounding change and big purchases. He's learned his lesson on trying to speak for you but he's happy to accompany you.

Once inside, you both go directly to the couches. They're more familiar for you and your sleeping habits. The fold out ones are also more sturdy for Walter's sake. There are some things you'd love to do to really test out which couch would be best for both of you, but you don't feel like getting arrested for indecency. He volunteers to scout out other areas but you hold onto his hand to keep him near.

"You're my guard dog right now," you whisper to him. He's not entirely sure what to make of it, but he nods in agreement, if not understanding.

It isn't long until you're approached by a salesman. His name tag says "Pete" and his smile is just shy of sleazy. His focus is clearly on Walter and he greets him with a smile and a handshake, barely looking at you.

"So what can I help the two of you?" Pete offers.

Walter doesn't say anything, just points to you. You smile a little at the double take Pete does but drop it immediately when he gets a little too close.

"So what are you looking for, little lady?" he asks, changing tactics.

"Some personal space," you say flatly as you glare up at him.

For a moment it looks like Pete's smelled something awful but he fixes his composure and takes a step back, almost bumping into Walter. "That's fair," he nods. "Anything else I can get for you?"

You tell Pete the dimensions and requirements you're looking for and he starts walking you towards the pricier options. When you realize what he's doing you immediately turn and start walking towards other, more reasonably priced options. It might be rude, but you've got a budget and he's going to have to respect that.

Walter sees a momentary scowl on Pete's face but keeps his own mouth shut. You're in charge here, and he's happy to see you throwing the guy off. He's definitely understanding more of your request that he be your guard dog. Especially when Pete looks at Walter like, can you help me out here? Walter gives him an unfriendly smile and gestures for Pete to follow you. You're in charge. The sooner Pete respects that, the sooner he can get a sale.

The only time Walter says anything is when you have him try out the couches with you. He gives you honest opinions as he flops down onto them, testing how they handle his weight and rough treatment. He happily steps between you and Pete whenever you need to think. Making sure Pete can't add pressure to the decision.

When you're ready to make a decision you tell Pete which one you want and in what color. He tries to upsell you on a few things and you agree to the one that actually does sound like a good idea. He retains his customer service smile as he gets the paperwork and tallies everything up but the rest of his body language indicates he's not happy. He really should be happy he got anything from you.

The paperwork gets signed and the couch will be delivered to your little apartment in a couple of weeks. You shake Pete's hand and turn to head out. Walter also shakes his hand and Pete grumbles, "I don't understand how you can be so completely whipped for a chihuahua like her."

Walter squeezes Pete's hand extra hard, making the man wince. "Not my fault you can't handle a strong, intelligent, woman with an independent streak. Though now it makes sense why you're still single."

In the cab of Walter's truck you let yourself decompress. He climbs in soon after you do and starts the engine.

"I think I'm understanding a bit more of why you didn't want to do this," he starts. "So I want to thank you, again, for being willing to do so."

"Well, you weren't wrong about the couch needing to be replaced," you confess. "I was just being really stubborn."

"Understandably stubborn," he consoles. "Lost track of how many times I wanted to smack him."

"I'm really glad you didn't. That you let me actually be in charge and didn't step in unless I asked you to. You're a good guard dog."

"Ruff," Walter playfully barks, making you smile. "So, as a thank you, I was wondering if you'd let me treat you to some Dairy Queen?"

"That depends," you tease. "How much of a bill can I run up?"

"Hmm...just don't order everything from the menu?"

"I can work with that," you smile.

Next

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @changenameno; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @kingliam2019; @kmc1989; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[akindaflora]

PAST LIVES

Pairing: Non Idol Hyunjin x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Historical FICTION

Description: Y/N been having intense dreams that feel to real to be just a dream and decides to do a past life regression in hopes to understand more about not only herself. But as she experiences her first life she comes to understand a love that could only be described as a fairy tale.

AN: So while this is a Y/N x Hyunjin story because of the premise I wanted to use different names. However I have done my best to not use the name placement too much to keep the resemblance of a classic Y/N fic.

Henri Du Monde = Hwang Hyunjin! I do plan to make other sessions for the other boys but this took a lot to put together so they'll come as inspiration hits. Also I am in no shape or way a historian so of course this is all works of fiction and any true historical error is made please just act like its not there unless I am disrespecting any aspects of history this mini series may explore. I want this to be enjoyable and light hearted so sorry to my history buff stays!

Warning: Use of nicknames like My love, Princess, Beloved etc. While this is majority Fluff their is a suggestive scene to oral but stops at one lick. I at most would consider this safe for work except that very short scene. Name placements are being used but once again at the end of the day its Hyunjin and Y/N.

WORD COUNT: 5.4 K

----------------------------------

"Okay Y/N, I just need you to sit here and get comfortable as I check your records," said a well-mature man who still had the glints of youth caught in his eyes. You settled in the darkened maroon chair leaning your head back as you looked around the seemingly empty office. The layout of the ceiling caught your eye as it checkered into the wall.

Today was the day you've been waiting for ever since you heard about past life regressions. You had been having these recurring dreams that felt more like memories than actual made-up scenarios. It took a lot of savings but luckily with your promotion at work, the cost is considerably reasonable.

"You've signed up for eight sessions correct?" the practitioner asked looking slightly up from his clipboard, you only nodded worried about what you might see.

"Well from your chart and the emails you expressed, this was your first time, and the dreams you've been having inspired you to do this. Do you have any questions?" he asked patiently his kind smile present easy a bit of your concern.

"Yes and I did some research on the process but I was wondering how will this work?" You asked timidly.

"That's understandable, first we're going to set a mood for you to go under a hypnosis state, I'll ask you to clear your mind and I start some questions like what do you see and hear, and then we can come to understand what you may have experienced." He said calmly.

You nodded, "Has it sometimes not worked?" you asked looking at your hands.

"Sometimes but that is usually due to some clients not being able to relax or actively resisting the process. At that point we'll try to do other alternatives to help you relax," he said you nodded again. Your mind racing around the entire process. A million concerns from what you might see who you might be flashing through your mind.

"Y/N I understand this might be nerve-racking for your first time but do understand that whatever happens has already happen whatever you may see has long past and gone their is no concern it'll come back, your going to be okay and it will only be memories and while some maybe painful they are no longer the current you," the practitioner said. You took a deep breath nodding at his words.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to begin," you said a determined look in your eyes that made the man laugh slightly.

"Okay, I'm going to dim the lights and turn on some atmospheric music," he said doing exactly that. You move to get comfortable putting your hands by your side as you lean back.

"Now I want you to relax your mind," he said his voice coming soft and comforting.

You took deep breaths as you relaxed your mind letting the thoughts take their leave. It was tricky at first but with the practitioners help you were able to do some breathing exercises. The rate of your heart slowed and the what ifs left at your exhale.

"Now close your eyes and I want you to focus your thoughts on the darkness," he said softly and slowly. Your eyes fluttered closed.

Nothing but the darkness of your eyes came, "Now imagine yourself, in a library, tell me when you see it," He said softly.

You started to see the image creep into your mind, the tall book-stands that stood in rows, the tables that were placed around, and the warm light that began to creep in, "I see it" you said.

"Good, now tell me about the library is it crowded," he asked slowly.

With your eyes closed, you looked around, seeing only the books. " The library is empty; I'm the only one there," you said slowly.

"And what color is the rug," he asked.

You looked down at the rug, "it's blue," you said, "describe it to me," he said.

"It's fluffy and tapers off in a square, there is a tan tile floor that sections off the rows of books," you said slowly.

"And what section are you in," you looked around, "I'm in the flower section," you replied. The blurry image of the books became more clear as you described them.

Your hands reached for an old red leather bound book, its title in cursive, "I see a book, it's red with golden cursive, I can feel it in my hands the leather is rough," you said.

"Does it have a smell," he asked.

Slowly you could feel yourself bringing the book to your nose the soft smell of orchids coming to mind.

"It smells like orchids," you said.

--------

Slowly the book turned into an actual flower the voice of your practitioner was turned into the sound of children laughing, the sound of a violin in the distance filled the sound. The sun beating down but you didn't really feel it. You looked around to a young woman dressed in a clean dress that tulip at her ankles. She stood in a slight bend her eyes never meeting yours as she held a pretty pink umbrella over your head blocking the sun.

"Princess do you wish for me to call the gardener to procure a bouquet for your chambers," the woman asked. You heard your voice but it was like your body had a mind of its own, your hands fan slightly at your face.

"That be great Cherie, let us continue our walk," you said the woman only nodded as you turned around. Your eyes surveyed the land. Woman in poofy dresses with their own young woman holding umbrellas followed as they all chatted peacefully. Some nodded in respect as you did the same. Some stopped whatever they did to bow in your presence.

You only nodded back as you carried your head high, you could catch them calling you mademoiselle as you walked. Inside however you were filled with questions. Who were you and were you, it was obvious you were in France, the sounds of French bouncing in your ears, the smell of beautiful flowers, and the buildings that stood tall in romantic architecture.

But your body stopped at the sound of your name being called, "Princess Aurélie-Margaux" a voice raised slightly. That was it your memory coming at the sound of your name.

You were a Princess daughter of Andre-Claude Berguet brother to his royal highness King Auguste the 3rd of France. While you held no true standings for the title but if the king were to pass your Father would be named King and if his offspring did not produce an heir your children would be next in line.

You turned around to a woman in a soft powder blue dress, her hair in an up-do held by ribbons and adorned with gems. She smiled brightly as she and her lady-in-waiting came up to you.

"I've heard an interesting rumor that relates to your name," the name Isabella came to mind. She was from another high noble family. While your title was higher she had become someone your family held close. Her soft arm lapping with yours, you could feel your eyebrows raised at her remark.

"Pray tell Isabelle what noise does my name brings now," you asked. Your name had been going around these days after your coming-of-age ball.

"Well Marquee Du Monde's son has been asking about you," the name sounded familiar and the name brought a flutter to your chest. The son of Du Monde had been someone you knew for a bit of time. Never truly meeting but he had proclaimed himself as a painter his paintings being even revered highly by your Uncle the King.

"What business does the son of Du Monde want with me,"

"Well rumor states he desires to ask your hand in marriage," She said excitement dripping from her words.

"As if my father will allow such a thing, I haven't even met the man," You said.

"We'll see about that Berguet, how about we place a friendly bet,"

"A bet"

"Yes it'll be most fun," she said.

"Hmm and what are we betting on," You asked now interested.

"Well if Du Monde does ask your father for your hand in marriage you will give me that beautiful Violin and if he doesn't I will give you the golden mirror of mine you are so fond of," she said.

Your eyes winded at the thought of the mirror. For ages you had begged your father for such a beautiful mirror like Isabelle's. It was engraved with swans and roses that circled the frame. A beautiful blue gem was placed at the end as white ribbon layered around its helm. A rare find indeed.

"Fine but do polish that mirror when it is time for my win," you said giggling.

"Oh but only if you have your servant boys replace the string for my new violin my dear," she said with a beautiful smile. You both laughed at your chances of winning as you walked through the garden.

----------------------------------

Your memory began to change. You could feel yourself holding a silver cup as you sat next to your mother on your left and your father on hers.

You were at the spring banquet hosted the night spring had truly brought itself out. Your Uncle the King sat in the middle as you watched the partygoers dance to the newest composed song.

Everything was lovely. Your dress was adorned like the orchid you saw white and soft the slip wrapping around your waist in a bow and your hair in ringlets as a golden pearl held half your hair out of your face. You laughed with your family as the King told a story from his hunt.

As the chatter died down an announcer came. He bowed deeply at your family, only arising at the King's voice.

"Your Royal Highness and his family of France, I present the Du Monde family as you asked," He said bowing again as the family walked only a few feet away from the table. Your eyes traveled around the ball as Isabelle's eyes found yours smirking as she talked to some of the other noble families. The bet coming to mind.

Your eyes traveled back to the Du Mondes. They weren't a typically big family but blessed with three boys. The head of the Family stood tall as he introduced his Wife. She was a woman from Italy. Her soft blonde hair was held high to show her marriage status. She wore a matching soft green dress to her husband.

He then introduced his sons, his youngest Jasper (I.N.) had the eyes of a fox and a strong jaw like his father he bowed again at the sound of his name his soft yellow suit catching in the sunlight, the next was Francois (Felix) his blonde hair resembled his mothers and his beauty was as true as the rumors, he smiled bright and bowed at his name.

And last but not least was Henri (Hyunjin). He was not only the oldest but the tallest of the boys. No smile adorned his face but his soft eyes never seemed to leave you. It sent shutters down your spin as he took every moment in, but at the sound of his name, he quickly looked to the King bowing deeply.

"What lovely sons you and your wife have produced Du Monde," said your Uncle.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," he said bowing only slightly at the compliment.

Henri's eyes never left your face even as you looked towards the rest of your family. You could feel them, how they took in the candle lights of your hair too how you crossed your arms, and the way your dress softly fluttered from the night wind. You've felt eyes on you before but not like this not as if those eyes would blink they would miss everything. You did your best to not look at Henri but as your eyes connected with his a blush riddled your face for the intensity they held.

"And it has come to my understanding your son, Henri Du Monde, has produced quite a name for himself, I must thank you for the painting you've done for the Queen and I's newborn. You've captured the gift that god has given well," The king said with a voice of eloquence. Henri bowed deeply.

"It was only my honor, Your Excellency," His voice said deeply.

"I must reward you for your hard work, ask me of anything and I shall grant it to the best of this empire's abilities," the King said leaning forward.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, while I have done this as only an act of kindness to the Royal family in return for the kindness you have blessed onto France. I am only a noble servant who wishes for nothing," He said beautifully.

"Come now son you speak beautiful words but it is not every day a King offers a favor, even a servant of France like yourself must have a wish, unless you do not think, I, your King can't grant," the King now poking for a demand. If there was one thing you knew your Uncle wasn't one to owe favors. He'd rather give you something in return immediately so as not to be held over. All dues were to be paid and it was a phrase everyone in your family and this empire knew. Henri Du Monde would not only be a fool to not ask anything but would embarrass the Royal family if he were to ask of nothing.

"There is nothing Your excellency can't do but do pardon my bold ask," He said still bowing. A simple out with it your Uncle growing slightly impatient at this necessary politeness.

"It is more a favor to your brother the Duke Andre-Claude Berguet, I wish to ask for the marriage of his eldest daughter Princess Aurélie-Margaux," he said with confidence. You and your mother gasped at your name. You looked to your father who only looked at Henri with a slight raise of brow. Your uncle now laughing slightly.

"You are bold Petite Du Monde, I'll give you that, well brother what says you," He said now looking at your father. His eyes quickly looked at you and your mother, he held a slight apologetic look, a look that told you he could not refused. The Berguet always pays its dues.

"Henri Du Monde stand tall," Henri stood tall immediately at your father's words. As bold as his words Henri's eyes held only with a bit of nervousness as he looked at your faces then quickly back to your Father.

You didn't know what to make of such a man, how could he ask for something so bold to look at you like that and yet quiver under your Father's gaze.

"Why ask for the pearl of France and not an estate of your own," My father asked.

"If I may, in the youth of my journey to being an artiste, I would often walk the royal gardens for inspiration, and one day with my head above the clouds thinking of my next painting I heard the most beautiful laugh, its soft remnants I can only compare to heaven brought me back to earth. My eyes landed on the most beautiful flower of the garden. Princess Aurélie-Margaux sat beautifully in a gazebo with some of the other ladies. Ever since then, I've painted her, sketched her to recapture her beauty, and remained short of the true version that lies before us all," He said softly. His eyes never left you as he tried to capture the way you blushed at his words. A slight oh my leaving your mother's lips.

Your Father coughed, "Is beauty all you seek from Aurélie-Margaux if so then you may paint her, you've yet to tell me why I should bless you with my own treasures," He said sternly. The King looking back at this exchange with excitement.

"One painting isn't enough sir, one season isn't enough. She haunts my dreams, she is what I hope to see when I walk the gardens. Her beauty is true but I have seen the wonders of her mind from afar. From her debut ball when she played the violin, the tune fondly hums from my mouth as I paint. I have yet to be blessed to hear her poems in true but I read them fondly when I am in between my works. I find inspiration from her simplest of sonnets. If marriage is not available then please allow me to work my way to this blessing of a lifetime. Allow me to woe the Pearl of France," He said bowing again.

His brothers looking at the oldest in amazement. All the eyes of the ball room now lay on your father as he looked at Henri.

"Well brother do not let the meringue melt under your gaze, won't you give the boy a chance, I am curious of his devotion to the Pearl of France," Your uncle said now winking at your shocked face. You quickly composed your self to not seem so whipped by the proclamation of the Du Monde boy.

"Fine you may court my Daughter but it is of her word that I shall give her to you," Your father said stiffly as he took a sip of his wind.

Henri looked up with shock before composing himself, taking another bow, "That you Duke Berguet, I will not let you down Princess, Your Majesty thank you for this blessing," Henri said now bowing to you.

"Well why not a dance at this new bridge they meet at," The king said clapping to start the music up again.

"Princess go Dance with Henri Du Monde and see if he is fit to your eyes," The king said. You got up bowing slightly at his words and taking Henri Du Monde's hand as he led you down the stairs to the ballroom.

-

"So I haunt your dreams and wake, never has a man proclaimed much for any woman," You said softly as your hand softly held into his and the other rested on his shoulder. His eyes boring into your feature still taking you in.

"No woman has ever met the meaning of those words as you do," He said turning you as the other did his hand burning at the touch of your body.

"And what happens when the Pearl of France grows old will you still desire me," You asked wondering if all this man ever desired was the look of you.

"Do you not still drink wine when it is old," He asked. His question taking you of guard, "Are you comparing me to squashed grapes," You laughed quietly.

"No," he simply said as you both turned, "A beauty and wit as yours only ages with grace, I refused to believe anything even you could lose its charm even after a century, even if the world turns to dust," He now looked away as if embarrassed by his own confession. You looked away too blushing at the poetry of this unknown figure. Isabelle caught your eye as she mimicked playing a violin signifying her win.

"Well Du Monde, I hope you are more than pretty colors and sweet words I lost a violin because of you," you said looking back to his piercing gaze. His brow raised.

"How so," he asked simply as your feet carried around the tune. Well, at least he danced well the thought coming to mind.

"Someone told me you might confess tonight, I told them you wouldn't. A bets a bet and Berguet always pays their dues," you said. He laughed as he twirled you around.

"Well lets make a bet if you fall in love with me, I'll make you the most beautiful violin to ever exist," He said with an air of confidence.

"You work with wood too," You asked not knowing most artiste to experiment outside of their perspective focus.

"No but for you I'd learn," He said simply.

"And if I don't fall in love what will you get,"

"Well I don't think that's possible, you let me paint you," You replied a simple scoff of a fine. And while you didn't really see this as a loss or a win. Dancing with Henri Du Monde felt like dancing in the clouds. And the conversation would flow so naturally.

You even noticed more things about him from the way he couldn't hide his emotions well unless in front of the King or your father to the freckles that sat beneath his eyes.

Henri was beautiful and he held you with a sense that you were the most precious thing in the world. And you missed that Violin even less. And the thought of what Violin he could make seemed more possible.

------

Days had gone by since the ball and every evening spent with Henri was beautiful. Henri would often come by your home to hear you play or to tell stories of the paintings he had done for others of the courts. He told you of his family's home in Italy stories of his brothers and his youth and in return, you'd tell him stories of your own.

Sometimes you both would sit and do your own thing, He would sketch or paint as you wrote poetry about him. You had become quite the romantic pair in France. From Nobles to peasants would sit by their parties wishing for a love you both shared. Ladies would fan themselves as they watched you two dance wondering if they too would seek a devoted lover.

------

After months of courting, You both were sitting for a light picnic. It had been like any other day but for some reason, the fall cool air felt lighter, the sun was high but it warmed the shadows with ease, the birds only singed the softest tune and you both had this glimmer of what outsiders can only assume as wistful love.

"Princess, I have a question," Henri said as he watch you reach for a small pastry. A slight hum at your title he fondly called brought your eyes up to him.

"Do you love me," He simply ask, fear and nerves filled his eyes as he took in your shock expression. You set the dessert down and looked at the field. For weeks you had been pondering if you did or if you simply wanted the violin he'd make. Everyday spent with Henri was filled with love. Every breath of air grew the bubble you both created.

So you looked at him really looked at him, the way he sat leaning into you even more. His long hair is tied to the back by a ribbon. The way his eyes shone when they looked at you, to his hand never too far to grab at your own. Even if you thought about finding anything you didn't like about him, you couldn't.

"Henri, I do, I love you," You said quietly, looking down at your lap. You could hear shuffling and feel the warmth of his fingertips as he brought your head up to his. The fluttered of your eyes as he leaned close. Letting his soft lips touch at the edge of yours. You leaned in more as his lips grasped at yours. You assumed this is what spring felt like when a flower bloomed. How its overlapping petals would softly fall off the other and take shape as his lips and yours took contact.

The world stopped but as soon as it did the sounds of life began again, as he pulled back you whined at the loss of contact as your eyes fluttered open.

"Why'd you stop my love," You said softly but his smile only grew wider.

His hand still holding onto your chin. His face wasn't too far and you could still feel the breath of his lips on your face.

"Say it again," He asked with desperation.

"My love," you said a smile of your own displayed. He pecked at your lips quickly.

"Again," he asked.

"My love," his peck followed as you giggled.

"Again," he whispered.

-------

Your wedding was beautiful, your mother cried slightly and even your father let his own tears fall. The King had gifted you both your own Estate not that far as a gift for the love your relationship had shown France. Paris celebrated for 14 days and nights. Your love was considered the nations treasure.

On your wedding night as you both were wrapped in each other arms, "My wife," You hummed a smile on your face as you drew patterns on his chest.

"I know I won the bet and you have your violin but can I still paint you," He asked timidly. Your laughed filled the bedroom as you picked your head up and quickly pecked his cheek.

"As If I could deny my dearest Husband from his calling, My love paints me always and I will dedicate my poems to the love we've created to my love for you," You said now pecking his lips.

He shrieked with joy flipping you on your back as you giggled. His lips kiss every surface of your face.

"Say it again," He asked.

"My Love," you responded with a smirk. He frowned.

"Non the other thing,"

"My Husband," a deepening peck was brought to your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he held your waist. He pulled back.

"Again,"

"My beautiful, kind and loving Husband if you do not bed me I will never say it again," You said with a look of determination. Knowing if you didn't he would replay this moment over and over again.

"Oh My wife, I will, don't you dare fret but you will say it again, call it out so loud that the servant will know my title to you," He said this time as he kissed your neck, at your ears at the peaks of your breast his hands sliding further. You moaned slightly.

"Say it again," He asked as his lips traveled down your stomach.

"My husband," You gasped out as he made home between your legs.

"Again," this time kissing at your inner thighs.

"My husband," you moaned out your hips bucking slightly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs securing them to be open.

"Again," he said his breath hitting where you craved him most.

"My husband," you said softly his eyes meeting yours as he licked you softly a deep moan leaving your mouth.

"Bellissimo," left his lips as he made home in between your legs.

That night you moaned his title so loud that most of the servants couldn't look you in the eye for a week and he only smirked at you during meals when ever a servant would blush at you calling him your husband.

That same month the people of your estate waited with battered breath at the arrival of your firstborn.

------

Many years had pass and you were pregnant with your third child. Henri was always worried around your pregnancy, he'd make sure not even a single feather was lifted by you nor brow was raised in annoyance. Your were still the prize he spoke of the night you both had met.

"My delicate Orchid, you will let me know if you have any discomfort," He said softly fluffing the pillows that cluttered around you. He knew how much you loved the sitting room and had it arranged and filled with soft cushions and your favorite flowers adorned with portraits of you and your children.

"My Love," you called lovingly touching his hand, "You've done more than enough sit with me," you said pulling him next to you. He sat with a slight distance. You laughed at his carefulness. Even after two children he was still afraid to harm you when pregnant.

"My beloved you could never hurt me or our children please will you close the distance, I fear my heart hurts when you are even the smallest inch away." you said dramatically. His eyes winded as he quickly moved in closer his arms surrounding you in a hug as he softly kissed at your shoulder.

"Forgive me Mon Cherie how is this," he said looking into your eyes. Your eyes traveled his face, the wrinkles from taking care of the estate and the smiles shared at the growth of your family grew.

His face was riddled with a time of happiness as was yours.

"Better," is all you said as you kissed his check and laid your head softly on his shoulder. His head laying on top of yours gentle.

-------

Your eyes fluttered to the dimmed-lit room as a tear fell from your face.

"So you were a princess, I knew I could sense an air of elegance from you," said the practitioner. He handed a tissue to help you whip your eyes. You thanked him quietly. Mind riddle with your previous life and of Henri who loved filled your lonely heart.

"How do you feel after this first session, It could be a lot so I recommend journaling and taking it slow for the rest of the day," he said writing down how your session went.

"It was peaceful. I've never experienced such beauty in life like that before," You answered honestly.

He laughed slightly, "Who knows maybe this Henri character is out their still looking for his Pearl of France," the practitioner said with hope twinkled in his eyes.

You talked more about when your next session would be and gathered your things as you left the building.

The sunlight blinding your eyes as you walked around the streets your mind filled with thoughts of Henri Du Monde.

Somehow you ended up in a museum for French art and History.

You walked wondering if you might see glimpses of your past in the present. Your feet carried you to a violin cased in glass.

It was white and etched with gold foil of orchids. The carvings reminded you of the flower garden in your vision.

"That Violin was a gift from Henri Du Monde to his Lover Princess Aurélie-Margaux, She was known as the Pearl of France," A voice said quietly next to you. You jumped at the sound looking to your right to a man who stood tall over you.

He dressed with an elegance that reminded you of Henri. Now even looking at him he kinda of looked like Henri too. The only difference was his head was freshly shaven and dyed blonde making his eyes and face structure stand out.

"Really," is all you said lost for words at the possibilities. His eyes scanned your face taking in every feature just like when you met Henri.

"During that time their love was cherished by France, apparently everyone knew of their story and this Violin is considered their promise. Apparently this is the only piece of woodwork, Henri ever made," He said looking back at the violin.

"You must be a fan of his work," You said looking back at the violin as well.

"Yeah, I find myself coming back to this museum often," He said with an air of lightness.

You both silently looked at Henri's work. From the paintings of his wife to the five children they would have. To the letters of poems, the Princess would write.

It was all strange how familiar and yet new it was looking at the things that were apparently apart of the life you lived. But was stranger was the unknown man who'd walked with you telling stories of each piece of the exhibit.

You both stopped at a painting of Henri and the Princess, both old riddled with life but their eyes looked towards the other as if they couldn't even let sight be away from the other.

"You know this might sound weird but you kinda of look like the Princess," He said quietly.

"This might sound stranger but you look like Henri," you said as your eyes found his. The same lightness from your dream filled the air.

"I'm Hyunjin," he said quietly with his own light smile.

"Y/N," you said back as you both shook each other hand. Your hands never quite break at the touch. Only pulling away slightly.

"Do you wanna get coffee?" he asked with hope in his eyes. "I'll pay," he said quickly afraid you may say no.

"Only if you tell me more about the Du Monde couple," You said with a smile of your own.

----------

AFTER WRITING NOTES: AHHHH I have left my hermit no posting cave to bring you all an Idea that been brewing for a fun one shot series. But I won't lie I kind of really fell for this romantic pairing. And surprise the first one not Bang Chan lol. Lately Hyunjin been a bias wrecker for me but anyway I hope you enjoyed and this wasn't to much of a gray spot on being Y/N Reader. Hope to write for this one shot again soon. And like I said I'll update this when inspiration hits their is no set schedule but do let me know what you all think.

YAYA

[fiahtheteaaddict]

Your Favourite Book With Your Favourite Person

Helloooo!! This is my first ever work, so bear with me if this is shit. I started reading Fourth wing recently and Liam is my sweet baby (I know what happens unfortunately, but still) and I decided to write a little something something for him.

This was inspired by my love for Harry Potter (Fuck she-who-must-not-be-named), and my hopes for someone who will listen to my Never ending yapping about it.

Warnings: None, Pure fluff

Gender Neutral Reader X Liam Mairi

I hope you enjoy!!! Please let me know your thoughts and maybe even send in a request! I don't know if I will ever really get to it, but if it inspires me... maybe I will!!

You lay there staring up at the ceiling, thoughts taking control as Liams soft breathing grounds you.

Dad, Alaine, Darius… Mom.

I miss them. The laughter, the stories. If only…

“Hey, you're awake.” Liam says groggily.

“Can’t sleep… too many thoughts”

“Talk to me, and don’t say you don’t want to, you’re furrowing your eyebrows the way you do when you’re thinking too hard and want to talk about it.”

“I'm thinking about my family” you say softly, almost a whisper.

“Your mom? Its her birthday today right?”

“Yeah. It's her birthday.” You sigh.

“Tell me about her.” Liam says as he sits up, moving his arm slightly. Genuine interest in his voice.

He cares. I know he does but this… he's always there for me, no matter what. When I need it or don’t, he's there. To listen and not some half assed way, but truly listen. 

You shift to lay your head on his chest as you slowly breathe in.

Where would I even start?

“Pass me that book on my nightstand please.” 

Liam leans over, you lift yourself a bit to make his job slightly easier, not too much of course, 

I wouldn’t want to make his life too easy, where's the fun in that.

Liam leans back over and you shift into your original position. Warmth envelops you as you sigh.

“Tell me about it.” He says.

“It's about witches and wizards, stupid I know, but my mom and I loved it.” You start, Liams thumb drawing small circles on your arm.

“Not stupid love, far from it. I think it's sweet”

“The rest of my family thought we were stupid, we talked about it all the time, never shut up about it. We would reread it every year around the same time and talk about it like it was our first time reading it. It was my favourite way to spend time with her, especially with how hard times would get. But she always made time for the book, and for me.”

“So witches and wizards eh?” Liam says with a smirk growing on his face.

“Kind of like us.”

“No no, they mostly use wands, and have all sorts of powers, not just one like us.” Liam hums in response letting you continue, and you do. 

You go on and on about the book, and Liam listens intently, taking in every word you say and storing it away. He has a soft look in his eyes as he watches you talk about your book with a bright smile on your face. His eyes were soft as he was basking in the moment.

Gods I love her.

“And then, oh my gods, he kills his parents. First his dad, and later his mom, but his mom was killed right in front of him! Like what the fuck, he was just a baby, and to do that in front of one… thats just sickening.”

You look up to see if Liams listening and your breath catches. His bright blue eyes are staring into yours, smile so wide and bright as he takes in every word.

“Continue, I wanna know what happens next.”

“I- How am I supposed to continue now?”

“What?” His brows furrow.

“You're looking at me like I'm presenting the moon to you or something.”

He laughs out. 

“You're happy, truly happy. I love how it looks on you.”

“Oh… um.” You're stuck.

“That's all?” He says teasingly.

“Shut up.”

He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you.

“I love you so much, you know that right?”

“I love you too Liam, so much, and yes I know.”

“Still wanna talk about your book? Or sleep?”

“Sleep now… I’m not done talking you ear off just yet.”

“I hoped you wouldn’t be actually, this book sounds interesting.”

You hum, not truly listening as his warmth envelops you, sleep slowly taking over.

“Got to sleep my little star.”

And sleep you did.

Pt2 coming soon!!! (Maybe Idk just yet)

[bangeejulss]

BLAME - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

(Also published on A03)

Summary: After Stiles is back from being possessed, you realize how scared you were to lose your best friend. And how in love you were with him.

Words: 1.2k.

Autor's note: Hi! This is my first Stiles one shot. I can make a part 2 (try to write something spicy maybe) if you want. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, so if you see anything I misspell, please let me know. WARNINGS: mention of anxiety, reference of violence. It's mostly just a cute little friends to lovers tbh.

It was quiet in the house, the only sound being the chimney fire roaring now and then. It was cozy, that was one of your favorite things about the Stilinski house.

Stiles got downstairs and joined you on the couch, throwing a blanket on top of the both of you, grabbed the TV remote, and started looking for that one Rom-Com you had mentioned earlier that you wanted to watch. After all, last week he had made you watch an entire Star Wars movie, that in fact you did not dislike so much, it was Stiles’s turn to give into your favorite movie genre.

As he was carefully typing the name on the search bar, you were carefully taking in all the little details of his face while he was sitting next to you. His brown eyes had this kind of glitter at night time, his cheeks were a little pink, because he had been next to fire trying for it not to cool down. Stiles’s freckles are distributed around his face, in very specific areas, and, for some reason, his lips were looking pinkier than usual. You stopped and stared at them without realising.

“Is this one, right?” He asked, taking you out of your lucid dream.

You and Stiles have been best friends since who knows when. Your mum and Claudia were college roommates, kept their friendship after graduation, and the rest is history. You had known him your whole life, you had seen him in every phase he’s ever had. When he was a little mischievous kid at kindergarten, and parents couldn’t believe that his father was a police officer. Imagine if they found out that he is now the son of the Sheriff. 

When he started his awkward nerdy phase in middle school, and people started to tease him for his Star Wars t-shirts. Around that time, you got into a fight with a girl from your class that said he looked ridiculous. You pulled her from the hair and got detention, so Stiles and Scott managed to do something stupid to get detention with you.

The beginning of highschool, when he and Scott tried so hard to get into the Lacrosse team, even though they really sucked at it, but you were there at every try-out to cheer them on. You’ve actually never seen Stiles smile so big when he found out he got into the team, ever since Claudia had passed.

But then Scott got bitten, Stiles got a little too involved (and so did you, to be honest), and everything got complicated. It was already hard for the two of you being the only non-supernatural-related members of the pack… Then the Nogitsune came around.

Yes, you got Stiles back, but he lost something back then. He used to be way more playful, and mess with you at every second possible. It was like he had become really self aware of every little movement or word that left his mouth, because his body had done awful things, he was scared that people would blame him.

You never blamed him.

In fact, since you got him back, something changed in your heart. The feeling of almost losing him, and becoming aware that losing him was a possibility in this really dangerous world they’ve gotten into, really put things into perspective. Suddenly, you always wanted to hang out at his house, have sleepovers, study sessions, and spend every little bit of time you had free with him. Because you didn’t want to lose him. Not again.

That’s when Lydia confronted you.

“You like him, silly, I would even say you love him”.

“Of course I love him, he is my best friend”.

“I don’t mean that type of love, and you know it”.

And you knew Lydia was right - to be honest, she was always right - , and since that happened two weeks before, you became more and more self aware when you were around him, to the point of stuttering.

“Y-y-yeah, that’s the o-one” You said, awkwardly, as your face went red.

“You alright, sun?” He had always called you like that. And you never realised how much it melted your heart to hear it. You stayed quiet, mostly because you really didn’t have an answer to give him, you just stared into his brown, sparkly eyes. “I’m being serious, what’s wrong?”

“I hate to see you scared all the time” You confessed. Stiles asked you what did you mean, “Like you think everyone is gonna blame you for what he - or that thing did. That didn’t only hurted us, it hurted you even more. Geez, Stiles, you almost died, I almost lost you. What was I supposed to do if I ever lost you? My whole mind and heart wraps around you”.

Stiles’s eyes started watering up, and he tried to hide his face from your sight, but you grabbed his cheeks with your hand, making eye contact. “I don’t blame you. Nobody does. Not Scott, or Lydia, or Kira, or even Argent, for fuck sake. I could never blame you, you were hurt… I can’t imagine you ever getting hurt like that again, and me not being able to do anything about it”.

“Sun, I-” He started, but a tear went down his cheek, enough for you to start crying to, “My body, my- My hands hurted you, geez, I left you marks”

“You didn’t left me anything, it was the Nogitsune”

“Still! Everytime you remember that episode, you are going to see my face, my hands, my whole body trying to make you bleed, and I could never forgive myself if that memory is implanted in your brain” He started to raise his voice a little, his hands shaking a bit in an anxious form. Stiles was gettin unstable.

“That wasn’t your face, because you looked half dead, Stiles” One of your hands went down to grab his, in an attempt to make them stop shaking. “That was not Stiles, that will never be my Stiles, the one I love so much”.

“Wha-” He gasped, his hands still moving inside yours, his breath getting at a faster speed, and his eyes were shut open looking into yours “Please tell me that this is real, that this moment is real, that I’m not imagining it, that I’m not going insane, ‘cause I swear if this is an hallucination I-”.

Stopped him mid-speaking when your lips crashed into his, in a kind of desperate way to make him calm down. At first, Stiles froze, but a few seconds later he allowed himself to relax and kiss you back in the most gentle and soft way anyone had ever kissed you. One of his hands went to cup your cheek, as the other one intertwined his fingers with yours. You felt the weight of your shoulders come off, as his lips were embracing yours with a sweet taste of the popcorn he had made for the movie.

When you separated, you looked up at him, to find a smile on his face. You haven't seen him smile like that since he got possessed. And there he was, smiling at you, after you kissed.

Oh my- You had kissed.

“Sun?” Stiles asked, as he placed his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Stiles Stilinski. You will never understand how much I love you”.

[artsandstoriesandstuff]

I think I’ll have to make a bigger post on it lol but some of you were curious about that TEPP redo so here are a few details:

It would still -at least right now- be called TEPP, but instead of “The Extraterrestrial Program Program”, I think it would be called “The Extraterrestrial Peace Program”

As the new name suggests, it focuses on reducing the violence between different alien species

Despite being heavily pioneered on Earth, it was not created there, meaning humans/earthlings are technically included.

Stephie, a bugling/bug type creature, ran away from her home planet to TEPP pursue her own personal dreams. I initially thought she’d be an athlete but this may change.

Her planet has a ruthless but orderly monarchy. She would’ve been one of the next in line.

Irwin, on the other hand, did not originally stay at TEPP. He claims he was “observing Earth to plan its inevitable destruction”

This may or may not something he heard back on his planet as an excuse and he may or may not had do escape from the brutality of Mars to avoid being killed himself. But who knows.

Instead of focusing on the logistics behind the program, it would focus on Stephie and Irwin learning to love each other despite their warped perceptions of their home planets.

Which is also the message of the program despite it initially having no purpose.

The literal first moment the two have together Irwin tries to kill her.

After being found by TEPP the two are unfortunately grouped together to develop “social skills with others about their age” (as are the rest of the cast) but slowly learn to tolerate each other.

Another difference is instead of taking place solely in the building, the two bounce between the building and regular outdoor life… in disguise of course.

And yes, Irwin still has that stupid frying pan laser gizmo.

That’s it! If you read all of this PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK SO FAR AND ANY SUGGESTIONS YOU HAVE!!! It also lets me know you actually read it lol…

@montyistrapped @personofthelakes @justmwahstruly you guys said you were interested…

[lavandulawrites]

(Not sure if this was asked before, hope u dont mind) im a bit tired of the 'always weak Reader'. Like, why is the reader always so weak? The other characters always more strong- its not fair at all. So i wanted to ask, would u love the tought of the Reader finally being more stronger then characters? (Yandere's, of course.) for once, Reader is hard to catch, better at everything whether attacking running and etc, maybe even playfull like bratty but not rotten and actually kind to others- chaotic personality i guess.. Maybe it can be somehow inspiration to you. I hope u have a good day :3 (and please dont mind my bad english)

This is a very good question, anon.

I do get why many authors make the ‘reader’ weak. There may be serval reasons as to why such as: it may make writing ‘reader’ easier as they don’t have to have a strong personality (after all docile characters don’t necessarily need too much thoughts to them to make it work), if we are talking about a yandere context it may make the yandere seem more intimidating, it may be a preference by the author. After all we all have our own preferences. It would be extremely boring if everyone agreed on anything. I personally don’t mind weak ‘readers’ at all.

I personally hate the overly bratty/ bitchy/ rude ‘readers’ and I find them annoying (I’m thinking of the stereotypes, like Wattpad and etc.). I think it’s extremely frustrating how a female character almost always has to be physically strong and a ‘badass’ in order to be considered a ‘strong/ powerful woman’. I think that a female character is 100% able to be considered strong without being a warrior with non-feminine qualities. Being a strong female lead is not about how many men she can kill or how much she bench presses, it’s about being true to herself and being kind without letting others step over her (not saying that women can’t be physically strong obviously). She needs to stand her ground and not let anyone ruin her dreams hand her belief in her self.

I think the new Snow White movie is a good example. They made her be a strong leader who doesn’t need a romantic relationship. Which is in itself nothing wrong (I love a strong leader), but it’s too contradicting to the original story. Yes, Snow White was no fighter, but she was kind and helped everyone around her. She didn’t let the dwarfs boss her around, but instead lived in harmony with them. Is she the best example for a strong female lead, no, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t.

My point is that I’m so incredibly sick and tired of seeing these ‘strong female leads’ that are only considered strong if they act ‘manly’ or is a fighter. Katniss on the other hand is a strong woman, but it’s not purely for her fighting abilities. It’s her morality and mental strength that makes her powerful. (I really do love Katniss and I think she is definitely one of the best female leads).

Little Women is also another great example. The sisters are all so different, but at the same time extremely strong in their own accepts.

And remember a weak character doesn’t mean she can be strong. That is a misconception that irritates me. Take Yui from Diabolik Lovers. Many people call her weak, but I disagree. In the games her personality really shines through and it’s impossible to say that the isn’t a strong female lead.

So will I make ‘reader’ or [Name] a strong female lead? The answer is yes, but not necessarily the way you might think. There are many ways to make a character string that isn’t just purely physical strength and that’s extremely important to remember. Robin is a strong female character and it isn’t because of her physical strength.

Will [Name] be a feminist? Absolutely. I would never make a female character that isn’t a feminist.

Anyways, I hope I answered your questions anon and I hope you have a great day as well!❤️

If anyone has any other questions about Astralis Desires, please let me know! I will be happy to answer them❤️

[docholligay]

Reminder of your discovery of the moment Roy and Hawkeye took over your mind

Yes thank you!!

Okay I think I figured it out, I reserve the right to be wrong. But I was rewatching some stuff last night and trying to figure out the moment it went from "Oh, I really enjoy Hawkeye! I love an extremely capable woman who is allowed to be a little distant," and, "Oh by god, I do sometimes love a magnificent bastard. Way to go, Roy." Where I was basically just having fun with them while dealing with Ed's magical special boy times*. I like an adult character that I'm allowed to have all kinds of feelings about.

I HAVE ONLY SEEN TO EPISODE 15 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL ME

But while I enjoyed them, it was only fairly recently that I basically got lit on fire, and when you asked me, I realized I hadn't really THOUGHT about it that much.

So I think the beginning of it all was the end of episode 13. I mean, I liked them before, I was delighted to have Ed come back but mostly I was excited to have Roy fucking rag on him again, because, well, i think it's funny. I have some nascent feelings about Roy's relationship to Ed and what I think about all that, but I'm going to let them percolate a little bit. Anyway.

So we have this at the end of episode 13:

and this is what I said:

Also, I really love how we have who I would consider to be their seconds, their right hands, side by side holding their coats. I never really thought about how, different as they are, Hawkeye is to Al as Roy is to Ed. I had one brief moment where I wondered if Hawkeye knew why Roy stopped but of course she fucking did, she’s just the kind of loyal who would never say anything.

So this got me starting to turn their relationship in my head, because in this episode, she also basically tells him to shut the fuck about wanting the be Fuhrer, the walls have ears. She's sitting here holding his coat instead of just letting him deal with the problem his own damn self. And it got me thinking about this heady sort of loyalty, and how when he's exiled to Eastern, he or she or both of them make sure that Hawkeye goes with him, and not even the powers that be are willing to punish them both harshly by splitting them up. (and it WOULD be a punishment). I've thought about this quite a bit since then, how Al and Hawkeye are both much steadier and more reliable people, and the movements of their lives are determined by a couple of blustering arrogant disasters they can't walk away from. Who love them, but are...sometimes just kinda self-absorbed assholes.

Anyway, it made me really start thinking about the two of them.

REMINDER NOT TO TIP MY HAND TOWARD ANYTHING IN ANY WAY

But what really did it? @morkaischosen prompting me to write something about them. I think I've spoken before about the monologue at the end of HIll House, with Leah and Steve, and how I think a lot of writers, and certainly me, worry that might be true. That no one or nothing is real until you've written about it. Writing about things forces me to turn things over in my head, roll them around in my hands, it makes me think more intensely about people and events and ideas. My feelings about things and people become deeply ingrained in how and if I write about them.

Couple that with the fact that I actually started that fic from Roy's perspective, so getting into his head and how he thought about things, and I got like...75% of the way done before I decided to try from Hawkeye's view. I do this sometimes with those kind of prompts, just write a bit as both until I figure out who feels right for the bit. I normally don't get so FAR into one, though, I just took it for granted I knew Roy better. So now I had a real thought about they both think and function and how they fit together.

That set it on fire. All of a sudden, I was just, there. The encouragement helped in the way of writing about it out loud, but I mean, there are things I think about all the time that I don't publish because I know people aren't really interested, and they could easily become that, but it would have always been something from that moment.

It sucks in some ways to be watching this the way I am and to feel about them the way I do, because I am ass-deep in thinking about them, and wondering how do you 'make' a Roy or a Hawkeye, and I'm sure that at some point the show will hand me their tragic anime backstory and I don't want to be like, "well I like mine better so there' ahahah.

PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL ME FOR ANYTHING OR CONFIRM OR DENY OR ANYTHING

*which seem to be...and god I'm afraid to hope...waning? Him getting his whole ass handed to him, without question, outgunned, outrun, and/or outwitted, twice in quick succession, has made me put some trust pieces back on the board

[beef-brisket]

Adam: SHE WHAT?!

Abel nearly dropped his phone as Adam yelled over the line. He knew he shouldn't have told him, but he would find out sooner or later- and his reaction would probably be even worse.

Abel: I'm sorry dad! I-I didn't mean-.

Adam: My darling, this isn't your fault. I should have known they would send Lilith to have the meeting with you- I should have gone with you! I should have... done something! Literally anything!

Abel sighed, leaning back against the couch: It's not your fault, dad... I just... didn't give a good presentation, I guess...

Adam: She's a bitch, son. And once you get out there, you'll realise just how many bitches there are!

The prince quickly covered the bottom of his phone to stop anyone from possibly hearing his father.

Abel: Dad! Bad word!

Adam laughed: Look at you, scolding me... just like your mother.

Abel: Speaking of- have you heard fron her?

Adam: I have, actually! She's in Gluttony at the moment. Staying with Bee and her partner.

Abel: Oh! That's great! I uh... haven't told her about the hotel yet...

Adam: Love, you know she'd be all over this place. She'd support you.

Abel: I know... I guess I'm waiting for something big to happen, you know? But I've kinda fudged that up with this whole exterm thing... I know mom's never been a fan of it...

Adam: Don't sell yourself short, Abe. You've done some amazing things! The hotel is beautiful, you have two souls trying for redemption- you're doing it all yourself? We're all proud of you, son. Your brother included.

Abel: ...Really? He doesn't... seem proud.

Adam: Son. He's a famous cage fighter in Wrath. He struggles with emotions. But whenever he's back home he asks about you.

Abel: Then why doesn't he come see me?

Adam: Hm... I'm not sure, son. I'm sure he'd love to! How about, next time he's up, we'll all have dinner?

Abel smiled softly: Okay dad. Sounds great.

Adam: It will be great, because I'll be cooking! Alright son, I better let you go. I don't want to take up too much of your time! Besides, I have a few meetings today.

Abel: Sure, dad. Love you!

Adam: Love you to my darling pumpkin!

The prince chuckled as he hung up. He always felt refreshed after talking to his dad. He also felt more motivated.

Carver: He loves you a lot.

The prince jumped, and looked behind him at the strange sinner: Uh- yeah. He loves us a lot.

Carver tilted his head: "Us"?

Abel: My brother- Cain. Speaking of! I'm going to talk him! Right now!

Carver chuckled: Of course, sir.

The prince watched as the sinner sunk into the floor. Once he was alone, he scrolled to Cains contact and started calling his brother.

-

Adam: I demand to see Sera- NOW! TWINK!

Peter gulped: U-Uh- A-Adam-.

Adam: That's "The Devil", to you!

Peter: T-The Devil-.

Adam: That's "MR The Devil" to you, actually!

Peter: M-MrTheDevil- please understand that Lady Sera can't just show up at a moments notice-.

Adam: Did you literally not hear what you just said?! I'm the DEVIL! And I demand Sera's presence! Your cunt of a first woman just moved the damn extermination up and that's NOT in our contract!

Peter: I understand- but please- she can't make it-!

Adam: Fine. You tell her then, that because of this, I'll be fighting against ALL of you fuckers! You think you can come down here, like you fucking own the place?! I'm the KING! I'm the-!

Peter: The Devil! Yes sir- I'll inform Lady Sera, right away!

Adam: Yeah, you fucking do that!

✨️Golden✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

The first humans ran through one of the largest flower fields in Eden. The grass was lush and soft, and each flower was unique and bright.

Every day in Eden was perfect, or that's what the angels tried to say. For the moment, Adam was allowing himself to believe them.

For the last while, the air felt tense. Like something was happening behind the scenes, and Adam didn't know what it was.

Before Lilith was made, he was the special one. The angels pride and joy- their lords favourite. Every angel would crowd around Adam as he sat among the grass, handing them beautiful rocks pebbles he'd found in the clearest ponds in Eden.

But, since Lilith, the angels attention moved to her, and she thrived off it. But what hurt the most was how close Adam's favourite angel got to Lilith. Lucifer looked at the woman the way he used to look at Adam. With love. With wonder. With curiosity.

As the wind blew through his hair, and the tall flowers and grass grazed his legs, Adam smiled at Lilith, who was holding his hand and, for once, smiled at him. Truly smiled at him. Not a snarl or a scowl. She actually looked happy. With him.

They stopped running once they climbed a hill, giving them a full view of Eden and the sky. The pink and blue sky lit up the first humans and their home so perfectly.

Adam looked at Lilith and gazed into her bright, violet eyes. The colour from the sky reflected so brightly in her eyes that the sun made her hair look even more golden. Adam always felt enchanted by Lilith. But the usual inadequacy that came from being around Lilith wasn't present in this moment. Not when the first woman's arms were wrapped around Adam's neck, and his hands were on her soft hips.

Lilith: Adam.

Adam: Lily.

Lilith chuckled at Adam's love drunk expression: My husband. I have a gift for you~.

Adam tilted his head: A gift? My Lily, you've given me everything I could ever ask for.

Moving one of her hands front his shoulders, she ran her fingers and nails down his arm and to the hand on her hips. Taking her husbands hand in hers, she moved it to her stomach.

Lilith: Now, my darling. We both know that's not true~.

Adam: I... d-do you mean it? Really?

Lilith: Of course, darling! But, you must do something for me, first.

The first man hugged Lilith tightly and spun her around, making the woman laugh: N-Now, Adam! Don't get too excited!

Adam: Sorry, Lily!

Taking his hand in hers, Lilith started to pull him back towards the many forests of Eden: Come with me, my bear.

Adam stayed close to Lilith as they walked between the trees and foliage. After a few minutes, Adam noticed how the environment had changed. Instead of warm greens and lush plants, everything was on the verge of dying. Even the grass was bristly and almost painful to stand on.

Adam: I- Lily?

Sensing her husbands worry, she wrapped an arm around his waist: Trust me, darling.

He wanted to trust her. So badly. But he was getting uncomfortable.

The further they walked, the more dead and dark everything became. It was like the very sun was dying. Adam watched where he stepped as there were strange, black veins that covered the ground and what used to be living foliage and trees.

That's when he saw it. On a small hill was a tree with white opalescent bark and golden leaves. Hanging from the branches were the largest, reddest fruit Adam had ever seen.

Adam: Lily...? What is this?

Lilith: Our future, Adam. This is what you'll do for me, and I'm exchanged. I'll give what you desire most. A little one.

Adam: I... I don't know about this.

Cupping his face, Lilith pulled his attention away from the tree and to her: Do you trust me, Adam?

Adam: I do...

Lilith: Then, pick one of the fruits, put it between those darling lips of yours, and devour it. For me, Adam. And for our future children.

Adam: ...Okay, Lilith. I'll do it.

[paging-dr-girlfriend]

Naaaaw dude not me in the middle of an existential crisis deciding to re-orange my hair and I come out from the bleach application to be asked “hey, what do u think of this?” And then shown a recipe for spanakopita

[sysig]

Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s