#or if it's completely seperate story

[paladincecil]

Thinking about giving cyberpunk 2077 a go now it's available for a little over £10 on thegamecollection since it had some kind of update that made it not absolute trash or something?

Not that I think I'll have time to play it. I've only just finished my first playthrough of fate samurai remnant and have at least one more to go for the second ending. Then about a month from now there's the guaranteed to be mega beefy like a dragon infinite wealth. A month after that there's ff7 rebirth so I've got a lot of game to play and enjoy for first quarter of 2024 before we even get into the year itself xD

[luna-the-cretar]

I need to point something out about the Krew’s conversation with Torbek in episode 19.

Kremy—a man who likes to keep up appearances and appear larger than life, who relies on his silver tongue to spin his words into lies and half-truths—let himself appear as vulnerable to Torbek as Torbek was after the fight.

Because Kremy took off his coat and his tie (Richie made a point to both say that and make the motions as he was describing what Kremy was doing), before getting on Torbek’s level and seeing if there was anything on Torbek’s person that could explain what just happened, before noticing everything else that was off.

Kremy taking off his coat and tie is actually kinda significant, considering that shortly after, he (eventually) agrees to tell Torbek the truth about what happened, and even willingly spoke up to fill in what Gricko was missing in his explanation. Kremy was, metaphorically, letting his walls down and letting Torbek see him in a way that I imagine even Frost and Gricko rarely see (maybe outside of sleeping or bathing).

I mean, of course, Kremy immediately puts his walls back up the following day, and then acts like he is somehow above Torbek for the remainder of the season (which I hope he cuts it out early S2), but…it’s a step. It’s a step in the right direction for Kremy’s arc, and I can’t believe I didn’t even take too much of a notice in this—or anything the gator did—until I started rewatching the series and genuinely started looking into Kremy’s character more.

And of course Kremy’s whole interaction with Torbek this episode isn’t the only significant one, and i promise I’m not ignoring the others (in fact, I’m actually quite interested in the way Frost handled the combat, as well as the way he separated himself from Torbek afterwards, and it will be making me pay extra close attention to Frost for the next few episodes), I just…don’t hear a lot about Kremy in particular this episode.

[wlwocprincess]

You know the when it comes to the “demonized radical leftist freedom fighter that the narrative has chosen to turn into a villain (maybe they’re a terrorist? War criminal?) that makes the protagonist realize that radicalism can be Just As Bad but then chooses a way that’s easier and safer than Liberation” I’m surprised nobody has pointed out Gale Hawthorne. He’s this trope exemplified. Ppl will pick all these characters but Gale Hawthorne, probably because we have all sort of deluded ourselves into choosing the comfort of the easier and safer option that is so within the ending of these books, isn’t labeled this way which is wild. This is a poor brown character who we get to know really well throughout the first two books and because of how angry he is due to his oppression he quite literally ends up making Bombs that are used to kill children. And we just. Move on from that. Accept that’s just who he is now and that’s the end of his story as we know it. Huh.

[deathsquiggles]

it is decided

[badplacetohaveagoodtime]

My dumbass brain, whenever I try to write anything: hey, hey, hey. You know what would make this even better? Some fucking philosophy.

[panncakes]

i've reconciled my feelings about last twilight by realizing that although i'm convinced most of my favourite bls would benefit from getting more episodes than the usual 12, p'aof specifically works better when he has to work really hard to fit the one story he wants to tell in fewer episodes so that he doesn't try to shoe-horn a completely unrelated story in there to fill up run time instead

[lunastarnight]

Ever had that situation where you don't really wanna write, but yet really wanna write? Like, I've got enough ideas (many of which involving ocs), but no motivation to actually write.

[citrine-elephant]

where are the headcanon depictions of keith (left 4 dead) with burn scars from his various awful redneck decisions

[nyanryan]

if i had a nickle for every time a piece of media has the protagonist be emotionally manipulated by a digital version of keanu reeves living in their psyche i would have two nickles. which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice.

[blorbosexterminator]

In the newest interview, alvaro said that big chances that professor wouldn't be in the spin off because it's berlin's project and focusing on his new cast or crew. He said this one (Berlin) is separated from LCDP. Does that mean that we wont get Palermo too? 😢 I mean, if the whole 8 eps are just about berlin having fun with strangers he pretends to be friends with, whats the point of watching? The only thing we can hope, maybe the plot would be good, but from the teaser, I too have a doubt about it.

I haven't seen that interview (if those are his exact words, "big chance" is a weird way to phrase it since shooting is done, he's either in it or he's not lol.) Anyway, I wouldn’t take too much away from his words. They are pretty much a rephrasing of what Pina has been saying. They might mean Sergio won't show up at all, or that Sergio will only show up through a cameo, not in as a central way as LCDP. And that makes sense to me either way. I would personally love a cameo but generally regarding Sergio, it makes sense that he wouldn't be present through all his brother's heists and gangs and day to day life (which was already established in canon).

So I wouldn't compare Sergio's situation with Martín. At least on a textual level. Once established that Andrés had met Martín, it would make zero sense that Martín wouldn't be there since we know from canon Martín has been on his side for ten years prior to the monastery flashbacks. And generally speaking, there is not a single character from LCDP that belongs more in Berlin the show than actual lcdp lmfao. Martín's entire construction in canon was in the framework of Berlin.

That's not to say the show won't be about Berlin having fun with strangers for 8 episodes lmfao. That will probably be it. But I'm still in the belief that Palermo will guest-star or cameo in the last episode, as a form of Berlermo's first meeting. And I think if Rodrigo agrees and Netflix grants Pina a second season, he might be a main character going forward. I don't think there is a lot to hope for from the spin-off but I still believe it will be better and more surprising than we imagine now.

[daydreamerdrew]

The Incredible Hulk (1968) Annual #10

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is the Tibetan Monk

So! When Bruce was travelling the world, finding masters to teach him how to fight and investigate, he came across a strange building in Tibet.

He had followed rumors of an ancient Monk who lived atop a mountain just on the edge of a Village, who had learned how to conquer Death itself, and stole its secrets for himself. Hoping to find a new Teacher, Bruce climbed the mountain and found the home of that Monk.

What he found was strange though...

The building seemed much more modern than he had been expecting, built with metal and drywall rather than ancient bricks or stones as he had assumed. There was also a strange machine on the top of the building, and if he didn't know any better he would have said it almost looked like a spaceship.

Hesitantly, he knocked on the wooden door and waited.

The man who answered looked nothing like he had expected, but so far nothing had met his expectations so he wasn't really surprised at that point. He looked relatively young, in his late 20's or early 30's, and was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. He had short black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin that didn't exactly match the tone of the other people living in the area. In fact he looked as if he could have been an American, rather than Tibetan.

Bruce introduced himself, explained why he was there, and managed to convince the Monk that he deserved his training.

It was unorthodox, certainly very different from the training he had recieved in the League of Assasins, but the Monk said that he was well suited for this style of training.

Under the monk he learned a variety of techniques. The ability to shield his mind from Telepaths, how to Astral Project, how to completely hide his presence from others, even from those with enhanced senses, and so much more.

By the time he was finished training with the Monk, he was confident that he could finally achieve his goal of saving Gotham from itself. He bid the monk farewell, and returned to his home ready to begin the legend of the Batman.

Meanwhile Danny had just sent his most recent student off after a few months of training.

He had to do this every once in a while. There were hundreds of Liminal and Ecto-Contaminated people out there in the world who didn't know how to manage their abilities. They didn't know how to innately seperate from their physical bodies so they could more easily feed on natural Ectoplasm, or how to shield their minds from the volatile stray emotions of the people around them thay may influence their thoughts.

It was dangerous for people with that level of Ecto-Contamination to live without knowing how to keep themselves healthy. So every once in a while, Danny would find a way to contact them and to teach them all they needed to know to stay healthy.

The "Centuries Old Monk" routine was an old favorite of his for this purpose. He would intentionally spread rumors where he knew they would hear, add in some incentive like "conquering death" to make sure they would follow those rumors, and than meet them and take them under his wing.

A few of his other favorite routines were the "Circus Act who knows more than he should", "Mechanic with great advice", and sometimes even just "Life Coach" for the more conventional cases.

And if he heard Bruce's story and decided to teach him how to use a few extra useful Ghostly Abilities, like hiding your presence or merging with Shadows, then who could really judge him? The kid had taken up a huge burden, he needed all the help he could get.

Besides, its not the first time he's ever done that.

...

Years later, Bruce met Dick and found out that he also knows how to Astral Project and Guard his Mind. He couldn't merge with the shadows or hide his presence nearly as well, but he could apparently slow how fast he fell and bend in ways even bruce couldn't.

Apparently he was taught how to do so from an old member of Haley's circus, who told him that they were meditation techniques to get "in the zone" for his trapeze acts.

Then he met Jason, who could also Astral Project and Guard his mind, and he could also heal faster than normal people and read other people's emotions. He learned from a Mechanic who used to live on his street, who told him it was just some street skills that would let him avoid the people who would hurt him or give him trouble.

Then Tim came in, also with Astral Projection and a Telepath-Proof mind, and he could apparently last for weeks on end with no food or even water, and could hide his presence from even Batman. He was taught by a butler his parents had briefly hired while away from home, though Tim's parents didn't know what he was talking about when he brought it up to them later. He was told it was just a way of "keeping his spirits up" when he was alone.

Stephanie had also been taught by an old Mechanic on her street. Same as all the other she could leave her body behind and guard her mind, but she could also read emotions and convince people to do what she said. The mechanic never gave a reason for why he was teaching her, but did say that it would help her gauge the people in her life easier. He left barely a week before Steph realized her dad was the Cluemaster.

Damien was, suprisingly, trained by the same Master that Bruce had been taught by. Talia had sent him up the mounting saying that his Father had learned from the man on the mountain, and he would as well. He was taught the same as all the others, though instead of merging with Shadows like his Father he was taught how to converse with Animals.

Cass had been taught by a man while she was running from her Father. He never said why, only that it would help her live a better life. She had the "normal" abilities of Astral Projection and Guarding her Mind, but she could also Merge with Shadows and Perfectly Read other people's emotions beyond their body language.

Duke was taught by a man who had also taught other members of "We Are Robin" during the cataclysm. He said it would help them survive their attempts at heroism, though he gave Duke extra training for some reason. He had taught Duke even more than he had taught the other Bats, alongside the now typical Astral Projection and Guarding his Mind, Duke could also talk to the Dead, See into the Past, and even Phase through Walls. With enough effort he could even Fly.

A few of his abilities were attributed to his Metahuman Powers, but he claimed that they were never that powerful before that man came along.

He also said that the man "Glowed" in a strange way. He was the only one who could see it among the members of We Are Robin, even the others he had taught.

Bruce had long since decided he needed to pay his old Master a visit.

[insomnianoctem]

oh oh no that pretty aesthetic concept has erupted into a full au my dnd boy might have an original story in him after all o dam

[chysalxsm]

Dragon cocks - Neuvilette/Zhongli - drabble + mini story

Kinktober 2023: Dragon cocks - Zhongli/Neuvilette seperate

Reader is always fem aligned!!!

• Sorry for the delay but I wasn't home yesterday after 10 p.m😭🙏

CW: Zhongli is your partner and Neuvilette your boss, Mating session, Non-human body parts (horns, tail and cocks), breeding (Neuvilette mentioned and Zhongli), sexual daydreams of the reader (Neuvilette),a Manhandling (Neuvilette) Cunningulus (Neuvilette), Rough sex (Zhongli), Blowjob (Zhongli), Hair pulling (Zhongli), Double Penetration (Zhongli)

Neuvilette:

Neuvilette that begs you to let him use you... All he wants to do is to fuck that pretty, tight, little pussy of yours till you're full of his cum. His mind is flooded with images of you whining and begging him to slow down, while he's pounding you till tears starts streaming down your cheeks. All of the daydreams he's having of you because of his incoming rut is making him wild with lust.

Neuvilette that can't get enough of your natural scent, smelling you from far away that no human ever could. His eyes narrow with want when you walk over to his office desk wearing that skimpy A-line skirt, the second dots of your blouse unbottoned that he had the perfect view of your cleavage.

You notice his intense gaze on you and your body, his tail swishing behind him hard and thudding against the floor.

,,Monsieur Neuvilette..? Are you feeling alright?"

Not a long moments later, you're pushed against his wooden desk, his soft lips smashing against yours while his big hands roam desperately over your body.

Neuvilette is so needy for you, wanting to make his dirty daydreams about you come true. Having your consent and seeing the blush on your cheeks is enough for Neuvilette to take control and rip your clothes off your body, kissing his way down your body till he reaches your wet pussy.

,,Mmhm god you smell so good..." Neuvilette groans out, pushing your panty to the side to take a whiff of your scent and not a second wasted his lips wrap around your erected clit, sucking and licking it like his life depends on it. He wants you to cream on his face.

Rounds after rounds where he makes you come over and over again, edging himself he finally sinks into your awaiting and overstimulated pussy and at that moment on, he knew that this wouldn't be the last time.

Zhongli:

Zhongli was completely different when it was dragon mating season. He was ruthless, rough and clearly mean.

You were gagging on one of his cock, the almost spiky tip, hitting the back of your throat over and over again while his other cock was rubbing over your face, smearing it with his pre-cum. Zhongli was so mean, calling you degrading names and praising you. Telling you that you're his good little slut and his to breed whenever he wishes.

His hands are wrapped around your hair, guiding your head like he wants to and thrusting his hips into your mouth just to hear your gag and choke around him.

,,Archons.. Enough." His voice was rough, pushing you off him and looking down at your teary eyes, grinning proudly. He wanted to fuck you, now.

Zhongli pushes you against your shared bed, manhandling so you're laying flat on your stomach while he's spreading your ass cheeks to the side to look at your glistening cunt, spitting on it before tapping his cocks against your entrance.

,,Zhongli..out it in already!! A-Anhh!~" *He couldn't hear your whines anymore. He thought he did a good job about shutting you up to not complain anymore but he was wrong. He doesn't give you time to adjust to his cocks as he thrust in one swift motion into your wet heat. You mewl out, the stretch being so good but also so painful yet you cream around him from that alone.

Zhongli promises himself to breed you throughly, so you won't get away from him until your belly can't take much more cum from him...

Tags: @exodiam @cringeycookies @joohoneybeee

[livvymd]

hey girll im literally obsessed with your writing so I was hoping if maybe (if you aren't busy and are taking requests 😭😭) could you do a fic with anyone of your choice where they mumble I love you while they're asleep next to the reader and the reader hears and brings it up the next morning?

omg wait i literally love this but i dont know who to pick... ill just do more than one person HELPP. im afraid i didnt cook with this one

Quiet Confessions.

INCLUDES; arthurtv, chrismcdonald, george clarke. (in like seperate story things btw)

CHRISMD;

It had been a long day of recording and laughing, and by the time you both got into bed, you were ready to just relax. The warmth of your shared flat surrounded you, with the dim light of the bedside lamp flickering gently. Chris had a way of making everything feel more comfortable, and tonight was no different. He pulled you close, his arm draped around you as he snuggled in, his steady breathing soon becoming the background noise of your thoughts.

You were just about to slip into sleep when you heard it—soft, low, and barely above a whisper.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat. You turned your head slightly to look at Chris. He was still asleep, his face relaxed in the way it always was when he was dreaming. His breathing had remained even, completely unaware of the words he had just said.

You lay there, wide awake for a moment longer than you wanted to admit, letting the words sink in. It was so simple, yet hearing him say it in his sleep, completely unguarded, felt special in a way that made you smile.

You decided to let it go, figuring he wouldn't even remember in the morning. But the feeling lingered as you eventually drifted off, holding that sweet moment close.

The morning came, and the sunlight filtering through the curtains made the room feel warm and inviting. You were already awake, quietly watching Chris as he slept, his hair messy and his face calm. You couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at your lips, remembering what had happened the night before.

Chris began to stir, stretching out with a quiet groan as he woke up. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head to meet your gaze, giving you a sleepy smile. “Morning, love,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” he mumbled, still half in dreamland. “You?”

“I slept alright,” you said, pausing just for a moment, letting the silence build. “Except I heard something interesting last night.”

Chris blinked at you, a sleepy frown forming. “What? What did I say?”

You smirked slightly, leaning closer. “You were talking in your sleep.”

His eyes widened slightly. “What? Seriously?”

You nodded, your grin spreading wider. “Yeah, you said ‘I love you.’”

Chris froze. His face turned a shade of red as he stared at you, clearly startled. “I... I did?”

You laughed softly at his reaction, loving how flustered he looked. “Yeah, you did. You know, I’m not complaining or anything... just wasn’t expecting to hear that while you were asleep.”

Chris ran a hand through his messy hair, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t—didn't mean to say it out loud, but...” He shrugged and gave you a cheeky grin. “Well, I do love you, you git.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I love you too, you doofus.”

He chuckled, the red in his cheeks fading as he pulled you into a tight hug. “Guess that’s one secret I can’t keep, huh?”

“Nope,” you teased. “And I’ll be holding it over your head from now on.”

“Good,” he whispered into your hair, his arms tightening around you. “Just don’t expect me to stop saying it anytime soon.”

GEORGE CLARKE;

It had been one of those long days where everything seemed to blend together, but the quiet, comfortable moments in your shared flat made it all worth it. You and George had been lounging on the couch, exchanging stories and laughter, until eventually, the exhaustion from the day caught up with both of you. By the time you finally found yourselves in bed, it was clear that both of you were ready to settle in for a peaceful night.

You lay on your side, your head resting against the pillow, while George snuggled up behind you, his arm draping over you, pulling you closer. His warmth surrounded you, the rhythmic sound of his breathing already starting to soothe your tired mind. There was something so peaceful about his presence, so natural, as if everything in the world just made sense when he was this close.

You felt yourself relaxing, your eyelids growing heavy as you snuggled deeper into his embrace. The comfort of his arms around you made sleep come easy, and you began to drift off.

But just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt George shift, his face pressing against your chest, his warm breath brushing against your skin. You smiled softly, about to drift away when you suddenly heard it—so quiet, so soft, it almost sounded like a dream.

“I love you.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. You carefully looked down at him, but George was completely out cold, his face buried in your chest, breathing evenly and unaware of the words he’d just whispered. His arm tightened around you as he subconsciously snuggled in closer, oblivious to the confession he had just mumbled in his sleep.

You felt warmth spread through you, a small smile tugging at your lips as you stayed still, savoring the moment. It was so simple, so honest, yet hearing him say it without any hesitation—without any walls up—made your chest feel light.

Eventually, sleep claimed you too, the memory of his whispered confession lingering in your mind.

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. You were already awake, lying in George’s arms, watching him sleep peacefully. His hair was a bit messy, his face relaxed in that soft, innocent way he had when he was truly at rest. You couldn’t help but smile, remembering what had happened the night before.

George stirred a little, stretching with a groggy groan before slowly blinking his eyes open. His gaze met yours, and a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. “Morning, love,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, your tone light, though you couldn’t resist the teasing glint in your eyes. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” he mumbled, still half out of it. “Pretty comfortable.” He yawned, snuggling closer to you. “You?”

“Not bad,” you said, giving him a little smile. “Though... I heard something interesting last night.”

His eyes blinked slowly, trying to focus. “Huh? What do you mean?”

You leaned in a little, your lips just brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You were talking in your sleep.”

George’s eyes widened, and his cheeks immediately turned a soft pink. “I... I was?”

You nodded, trying to keep your tone casual, though you couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, you said ‘I love you.’”

George froze for a moment, then looked up at you, his face now a full shade of red. “Wait... what? I did?”

You smirked, the playful tease taking over. “Yeah, you did. It was really sweet... though I wasn’t expecting to hear it while you were asleep.”

He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking utterly flustered. “I didn’t... mean to say that out loud. I swear, I was asleep!”

You chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate. “It’s alright. It was nice to hear, even if you didn’t mean it. You’ve got a habit of being sweet when you're half asleep.”

George grinned sheepishly, shrugging slightly. “Well... I do love you, you know. Even when I’m awake.” He kissed your cheek, his grin turning into a mischievous smirk. “I just didn’t mean to let it slip when I was snoozing.”

You smiled, leaning in to peck him on the lips. “I love you too, you dork.”

He pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. “Guess I’ve got no secrets left, huh?”

“Nope,” you teased, resting your head on his chest. “But I’ll hold this one over your head for a while.”

“Good,” he whispered into your hair, his arms tightening around you. “I like it when you’ve got leverage over me.”

ARTHUR TV;

The evening had been a perfect blend of relaxation and fun—after a long day of filming, the two of you had settled on the couch, talking about random things, laughing at inside jokes, and generally just enjoying each other’s company. You'd eventually migrated to bed, comfortable and tired, your body relaxing into the warmth of the blankets.

You lay on your back, arms stretched out, while Arthur, always the snugly one, had curled up against you. His head rested gently on your chest, right above your stomach, and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair as you both settled in. The soft rise and fall of his breath against your skin was calming, and soon, you felt your own eyelids growing heavier.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard it—his voice, quiet and muffled, almost as if he were speaking in his sleep.

“I love you…” The words were simple, but the way he said them felt so pure, so unguarded.

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. You looked down at him, but his face was relaxed, eyes closed, breathing still steady. He was completely unaware of what he'd just said. His head rested comfortably against you, and he shifted just slightly, snuggling in closer.

You smiled softly, your hand still resting on his head as you let out a quiet sigh. The intimacy of the moment felt so special—how easily he could express his feelings without realizing it. You knew Arthur was a sentimental person, but hearing it in this moment, without him even being conscious of it, made it even more meaningful.

A few moments passed, and you heard him again, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you…”

It was almost like a soft reassurance, a gentle reminder of the love he held for you. His face nuzzled further into your chest as he unconsciously sought out more comfort, his arm tightening a little around your waist. It was a tender, innocent moment that you wanted to hold onto forever.

You let yourself fall into a peaceful sleep, the sound of his soft breaths and his whispered words echoing in your heart.

Morning came gently, with soft sunlight filtering through the window. You awoke before Arthur, watching him as he slept soundly on your chest, his hair a messy tangle from a night of cuddling. The smile on your lips grew as you remembered his sweet words from the night before.

He stirred after a few minutes, letting out a sleepy groan as he stretched, his arms reaching above his head. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours with a half-awake gaze. A sleepy grin spread across his face as he whispered, “Morning…”

“Morning,” you replied, trying to keep your voice casual, though a playful grin tugged at your lips. “How’d you sleep?”

Arthur let out a lazy hum, his hand moving to rest against your waist. “I slept well. Really well, actually.” He smiled, his eyes still not fully open. “What about you?”

You hesitated for just a moment, your heart racing a little with excitement. “I slept fine. But you, on the other hand…”

Arthur blinked up at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “What do you mean? Did I snore or something?”

You chuckled softly, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “No, not that... but you were talking in your sleep.”

His eyes widened in confusion, and he pulled himself up slightly, looking at you more attentively now. “Really? What did I say?”

You kept your tone light and teasing, not wanting to give him the full picture just yet. “You said ‘I love you’... twice.”

Arthur blinked, clearly caught off guard. His cheeks flushed with an adorable shade of pink, and he quickly looked away, running a hand through his messy hair. “I did? I... I didn’t even know I was saying that.”

You smiled at the sight of his embarrassed expression. “You did. It was pretty sweet, actually.”

Arthur chuckled nervously, his hands rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I mean… I do love you. Just didn’t think I’d say it while I was asleep.” He looked at you sheepishly, his eyes softening. “Guess I’m not very good at hiding it, am I?”

You couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him on the cheek, your heart full of warmth. “Nope, you’re not,” you teased. “But I’m not complaining.”

Arthur grinned, clearly relieved, and leaned in to kiss your lips softly. “Good. Because I love you, and I’m not afraid to say it—even if I say it in my sleep.”

You smiled against his lips, pulling him closer into a hug. “I love you too, you dork.”

Arthur’s arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you close as he mumbled, “I’m glad you know it.”

[gtgbabie0]

Vi from Arcane with reader who comes into the relationship with a child?

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Violet x Reader

Synopsis: {Your daughter asks Vi a very important question, one that leaves you both a little stunned} AN: momma Vi will always be famous. Thank u for requesting <3

Violet wasn’t sure if she was cut out for motherhood and all the trials and tribulations that came with it. She felt too rugged, too rough around the edges to care for a mini person— to nurture such innocence, it felt daunting, right up until she met your daughter for the first time.

Audra, your then three-year-old, who greeted Vi with starry eyes and a toothy grin— rounded cheeks all rosy, small chubby hands clutching a picture of both you and Vi. The words ‘family’ scribbled above messily in felt tip that was somehow smudged on her chin.

Vi remembers the embarrassment that creeped into your tone as you chuckled a sheepish— “Oh, well you know— I’ve told her a lot about you, obviously.” She also remembers just how choked up it got her, unable to say no more than a soft, strangled. “Wow, Thank you.” The sense of belonging was overwhelming, she never wanted to loose it.

From there on out Audra had Vi completely wrapped around her finger— the pair of them partners in crime, like now for example. Making a complete and utter mess of the kitchen as they try to bake cookies, emphasis on the try there.

“Oh!— oh, oh no, only a cup, peanut.” Vi practically dives across the counter, saving the flour before your daughter sends the whole bag over the tiled floor, it’s already coated her shirt and even dusts her hair— somehow Violet has also become victim to the flour.

You couldn’t help but smirk as your girlfriend shoots you a pleading look— the type that screams ‘please come help me’ as she tries to measure the ingredients whilst also trying to keep your daughter from sabotaging anymore of the recipe.

“Wow, I thought I said the pre-made mix would be fine.” There’s a smugness to your tone, a slight teasing that makes her chuckle sheepishly.

“Well, this is way more fun. Come on help me, please?”

“Yeah! Help mommy!— we’re bakers.”

“Ah, that's two to one babe, come on.”

And just like that they’ve got you cornered, pinned with their puppy eyes until you cave with a sigh— dipping your finger into the flour bowl before smudging it over Violet's cheek, payback.

Your gaze flickers across the ingredients that are scattered over the marbled countertop, not measured correctly at all— but you somehow manage to salvage it, just barely, seperating them into bowls.

“We’re making extra, extra, extra chocolate chip cookies, apparently,” Vi smirks, resting her hand on the small of your back, nodding over to Audra as she dumps a second bag into the batter— Violet had given up on the instructions a while back.

“You wanna tell your momma what happened to the first bag, peanut?”

She gives you a shy, sheepish smile— eyes gleaming with a sugary excitement and you already know. “I ate them all.”

Yep— your daughter was a sugar fiend, that much you were sure of. Vi would be responsible for her inevitable sugar crash and her cranky attitude tonight when she downright refuses nap time. In fact, you think she already knows her fate from the way she ever so tenderly caresses your hip and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek— trying to butter you up.

“Enjoy story time tonight.” Vi visibly deflates at your, but it’s all in good nature, after all, she loved doing story time— she got to put on silly voices and watch Audra’s eyes light up with excitement as she hangs onto her every word before watching her slip into dreamland, all thanks to her.

You don’t doubt they’ll have fun— it had become a routine of sorts ever since Vi moved in, one of the many jobs she’s taken on without a second thought.

It felt almost too good to be true at times, how she just helps without complaint— the way she keeps your little one entertained whenever you were too busy to, as if it wasn’t a big deal. And now, as all three of you snuggle up on the couch, watching Audra’s favourite cartoons, waiting for the cookies to finish baking, you don’t think she truly knows just how grateful you are of her.

Or maybe she does— the way she caresses your knuckles with the pad of her thumb, fingers curled around your palm. It’s a wordless admission that speaks volumes to you, the kiss she presses to the back of your hand, it’s love, the way her lips linger.

“When are you going to marry my mommy?” Audra’s innocent question doesn’t even register in your mind, you’re still caught up admiring Vi— then it does and you’re internally panicking, cursing toddlers' lack of social awareness.

You wanted the floor to open up and just swallow you whole as you hear Violet stutter over herself, trying to find the right words, but there aren’t any that come to her, just a bunch of umm’s and even longer errmmm’s.

“Do you love my mommy?”

“Of— of course I do. I- I love her very much, so much.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “So… when will you marry her?”

The pair of you seemed to be completely stunned to silence as Audra watches you both with wide, curious eyes— waiting for an answer that doesn’t come, just nervous chuckles and an awkward exchange of looks. Violets hand squeezes yours, solidarity against your four-year-old's heavy question and you squeeze back— feeling better if only slightly.

Then as if by some saving grace a ping! goes off and you’re standing up with a smile and making a beeline towards the kitchen— “That’s the cookies!”

Leaving poor Vi to face your child who is still looking at her expectantly— god, why does she suddenly feel like your four-year-old daughter was judging her?

“Soon— one day, soon. Hopefully.” Violet manages to speak, her eyes softening as she lets herself relish in the idea.

“Do I get to be the flower girl?”

“Oh— yeah, yeah definitely.” And that seems to be enough for Audra whose mind is quickly distracted by the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies, hopping off of Vi’s lap to skip over to the kitchen, leaving her to face all these emotions that make her heart skip several beats and her cheeks bloom the same colour as her hair.