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Can I request a druig x eternal!reader with the prompt "most people wouldn't cuddle in the pouring rain but we're built different" from Prompt list A?.. 👉👈

Druig x Reader

WC: 405

A/N: Anon I- I'm obsessed with this prompt! Thank you so much for requesting this ♡

"Where the hell is Phastos with the Domo? It's freezing," Kingo grumbled through chattering teeth. Ajak, like the mother she was rubbed the shoulder plate of his armor, her eyes looking up at the dark cloudy sky.

"He'll be here before you know it, let's all just try to relax," she told everyone calmly.

"Yeah," Gilgamesh chuckled teasingly from behind Kingo, "There might be a Deviant behind us," Gil punched him in the back causing Kingo to jump.

Five of you were huddled in a shallow cave, protecting yourselves from the sudden rainstorm. The loud roar of the rain hitting the rocks and ground made you smile, distracting you from the others. It was almost like your body was in control, gathering the bottoms of your skirt as you slowly walked out into the rain.

The copious amount of water almost instantly soaked you as you stepped out from the cave. You giggled with a bright smile as you looked up, closing one of your eyes as one of the drops of water hit it.

"What is she doing?" Ajak scoffed, worried about you being out in the cold rain with a Deviant still on the loose.

Druig smirked with admiration as he watched you, so happy with yourself as you enjoyed the storm. "I got 'er," he told them simply, before walking out into the storm.

You suddenly felt two hands on the sides of your hips, a small gasp escaping your lips as the strong grip spun you around. A blush graced your features as you saw him; his dark hair stuck to his face, beads of water clinging to his skin like the kisses you placed there in private.

Using your cold fingers you swipe away the hair lingering on his forehead, "What are you doing, m'lady?" he asked, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Enjoying the storm," you tell him, placing your hands on his chest plate. The hands on your hips made their way to your lower back, his fingertips pressing into the soft wet fabric. "Why are you out here?"

A sudden kiss to your lips gave you the answer you were looking for, Druig soft lips gliding on your own. Taking your hands off his chest, you place them on the sides of his jaw to pull him closer to you. The warmth from his embrace made you feel like you could stay out here in the cold rain all day.

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Would love “for whatever reason, we can't be together, but let's spend one last night in each other's arms because neither of us are ready to let go” from prompt list 1 with Edward Nashton for your blurb night? Thanks and have a great day!

Edward Nashton x Reader

WC: 317

A/N: thank you for requesting my love! This is my first time writing for Eddie so I'm still figuring things out, trying to nail his character. Give me some time :') I hope you like it!

You felt as if this was the end of the world, but your Eddie would tell you that it was just the beginning.

Sitting on Edward's couch as he nervously paced around the floor, fidgety hands placed at his side. Your eyes glanced at the gun placed in the window, locked and loaded for the death of one of Gotham's most notorious. "Eddie," you managed.

The sound of your voice made him stop in his tracks, pretty wide eyes looking at you. He pushed the frames of his glasses higher on his nose, "I-I'm sorry, love," he rushed his apology, hurrying over to you. You took his cold hands in yours as you stood up, guiding him over to his neatly made bed.

"Let me hold you." Edward knew this would be the last time he'd be in your arms, feeling the comforting warmth of your body. Hearing your heartbeat drown out the screaming and sirens of the cruel world below him. All in the name of justice. He'd give Gotham the enlightenment they desperately needed then he'd find his way back to you.

He crawled into bed after you, letting his long limbs curl around your frame. Your arms protectively wrapped around him, pulling him close. Your nose pressed to the top of his head, trying to commit the smell of his shampoo to memory. The two of you felt content, loved, safe wrapped in each other's arms. He promised his body would protect yours, he'd be your shield. You soothed him, fingers running through his hair after a long day....you were his comfort.

"Do you have to do this?" you asked him as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. His thin lips formed a frown, the tone of your voice laced with sadness.

"It's the only way, my darling. Don't worry, we still have tonight. Gotham will see, they'll all see."

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Hi for your Monday blurb night could I request Kingo and {Linger} please, you're one of the only people I know who writes for Kingo so I thank you for that 😫😫😫

Kingo x Reader

[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

wc:243

a/N: thank you for requesting! Enjoy the angst

"Don't go," You whispered as Kingo opened the curtain to look at Sprite's sleeping form.

"I can't do this anymore. Moving every five years? Y/N… I can't stand it anymore," Kingo closed the curtain and looked down at the print on your dress, afraid to meet your judging stare.

It had been on his mind for a while. You three were going in different directions. You didn't mind the constant moving, Sprite needed a mother figure, and you loved seeing the world.

"She'll think you're abandoning her. You have to tell her at least."

"I know," he responded meekly.

"Now," you sighed, changing the subject, "what about us?"

Kingo's chin jolted upward, instantly connecting with your saddened expression. He quickly took your hands in his, "You could come with me."

"I can't leave her. You may be fine by yoursel,f but she needs someone, and if I have to be that person I will. I love you Kingo, I truly do but I-" your words were drowned out by the sniffles and the prickly feeling in your throat.

He brought your trembling hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to every one of your knuckles. The warmth of his touch was soothing, but it wasn't enough to stop the cracks in your heart. "I love you," he whispers, his lips lingering on your knuckles.

"I love you too, but don't wake me up when you leave," you bite, pulling your hands back.

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Hi! 🥰

Can I request The Riddler + List B "you got me flowers?"

Edward Nashton x Reader

Summary: Edward likes to listen in on your conversation and after hearing about your love of a certain flower, it was only normal that you'd find a vase of them on your desk the next morning.

wc: 691

A/N: thank you for requesting anon!!!

One of Edward's favorite arias played in his headphones, drowning out the loud clicks of his keyboard, helping keep his mind focused on the numbers on the bright screen. A soft pink caught his attention, his heart started to beat louder than the music.

His green eyes slowly glanced upward, breath hitching in his throat as he saw you sit your things down at your desk, shrugging off your light pink pea coat. Edward fought back the boyish smile tugging at his thin lips.

You were one of the new accountants at the firm, never once had you interacted with Edward but he knew all about you and took every opportunity to learn more. Whenever you opened your pretty lips he turned off whatever music he was listening to, your voice was better than any song. "He bought me flowers," you told the girl leaning against your cubicle.

"And why is that so bad?" she asked you, scoffing.

"I told him I liked daisies and he got me roses," you sighed. Edward dipped his head low, his fingers deadly still on the keys of the tan-colored keyboard. "I just wish a man would listen to what I say and what I like."

Edward's lips formed a smirk.

The next morning you walked into the office, your hands tucked into your pockets, earbuds lodged into your ears. Everything looked routine, the copy machine wasn't working, the office smelled like cheap burnt coffee, tired accountants already sleeping at their desks.

You looked up from your shoes, a pink vase full of daisies sitting on the center of your desk. You rushed to pick it up, the sweet-smelling flowers brushing up against your nose. You smiled brightly as you looked around the office, no one's head looked up to meet your searching gaze. Who gave you these?

You stared at the flowers all day, taking breaks in between documents to smell them. "L/N," your boss's commanding voice started you.

"Fuck," you curse under your breath as you jump a mile high. "What do you need?" you asked him as your heart rate returned to normal.

"I need you to check in with Nashton, has a couple of files I need to the big account," he told you evenly. Nashton? you heard that name before in meetings. You never met him but he had a way with numbers apparently.

"Nashton, Nashton," you repeated as you scanned the names on the cubicles.

Edward Nashton written in shiny gold letters. His back was turned to you, quickly typing away at his computer. "Excuse me," you spoke, earning no response. "Hello?" You spoke a little louder.

The man slowly turned to face you, and you swore you saw a blush appear on his pale face. He was handsome, you noted, with soft features and pretty green eyes, and he was tall too with hands you know could just make you squirm. "H-hi," he stuttered, removing his headphones.

"Jackson was wondering about those files-" you suddenly inhaled, losing your train of thought as the smell of flowers caught your nose. "-flowers," you finished with a whisper.

"The files, the files. I-I got them," he rushed, rising from his chair and hastily grabbing a stack off the top of his finished pile.

"Did you get me flowers?" you asked, cutting off his ramble.

He was afraid to look at you. He knew it was wrong to overhear your conversations, but that smile you had when you saw the daisies made it worth it. He wasn't sure if you'd be disgusted with him... you probably were, just like the others were.

Finally taking the plunge, he turned and handed you the manila folder. To his delight, you were smiling. "I did," you finally answered meekly.

Taking a step forward, you rose to your tippy toes and placed a quick kiss on his burning cheek. "Thank you, Edward. Maybe we can get coffee sometime?" The accountant was too stunned to speak, his lips parting but no words coming out. You giggled and pressed the folder to your chest, "I think I will take that as a yes. I'll see you later, Eddie."

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