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Melancholy is temporary

Harry x reader

Summary: Even during the bad moments Harry’s there to help.

Warnings: Slight angst.

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In the dark, he found you. He became the beacon of hope in the world full of despair.

You didn’t know the exact reason your anxiety had been triggered but it didn’t matter. It always crept at the most unexpected time. Maybe it’s a way for nature to restore balance.

After a good day filled with laughter and joy, came the soul crushing anxiety and self doubt.

Harry watched from his position on the couch as you breezed through the apartment and directly went into their room. No words exchanged. No smiles passed. He knows that you can have your moments and doesn’t question them either.

A person sometimes just requires a silent companion to quieten the chaos going on in one’s mind. People say talking is the solution to everything. But you disagree. Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words.

Silently, he enters the room and goes to untie your knee high boots. He knows not to ask questions. You were out with your friends when the sudden loneliness hit you. It wasn’t them. It was never them. But you couldn’t control your emotions.

“Did someone say anythin’?”

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

The one word responses is all he is going to get out of you today. Pulling a pillow over your head, you try to muffle the voices. Years of pleasing others and suppressing your own thoughts has led to this. You are trying to work on it but it is hard. Being a people pleaser is all you have known so it isn’t easy to abandon it. You actively work on it but it shines through at the most unexpected times. People think you are not a push over but they don’t know the real you. The real you would do anything to get someone’s approval.

Removing the pillow, he slowly pulls you into his arms. “It’s going to be alright. I’m here. We’ll work on it together.”

“Save me.”

“Tomorrow will be better, my darlin’. Just sleep.” A lingering kiss on the top of your forehead is all the reassurance you needed at the moment.

As the drowsiness pulled you in, you knew one thing. One day you will stop appeasing people. Those moments are very few in between now and one day they will be completely gone. Compromise is one thing but letting someone dictate you is another. You have Harry.

He will help you.

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‘In front of the picturesque sunset, he could kiss her forever, he thinks.’ The line that made me fall in love with you and Jason Todd.

I love it, babes. This was a nice surprise for me and I hope I get many more. This blurb made my day, K. Jason Todd will be the future standard for my husband. The way you write their relationship is so capturing, I am in love with you and your characters. Keep this up, baby. You are one of the most talented writers to Grace this platform and I am so grateful to be your friend. I love you❤️

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Sunset Kisses

a Jason Todd blurb.

(fem!S/O)

Summary: Jason and his partner watch the sunset together.

Warnings: none!

Note: this one’s for my love, R. @mysticalrambling hope you like it, lovely <3

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From the windshield, the sun gleams within his irises. A mix of orange and yellow hues spiral inside the vehicle, dousing it in subtle illumination.

Lighting the sky pink in its liquidised state, it prepares to set with hushed goodbyes.

Car parked over a cliff, the pair overview the sight. She is held captive by it, seemingly. Eyes mesmerised, they do not stray from the image.

One look and Jason concludes it is simply not as gentle on the eyes as her.

Watching her, he is content. There is a certain sense of beauty to her that the celestial object simply cannot compare to.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

“You are,” Jason declares, staring at her with open admiration.

Turning towards him, she laughs lightly. Beaming up at him, there is a certain flushness that engulfs her whole.

“You’re cheesy.”

“Hmm,” he hums, leaning towards her. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Gaze locked in on his movements, she holds her breath.

Tracing the tip of his finger down her cheek to her chin, he grasps it between his index finger and thumb. Pulling her close, he kisses her.

Soft. Slow. Languid.

And just like that he finds himself lost within her, once more.

In front of the picturesque sunset, he could kiss her forever, he thinks.

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My Person (C.E)

My Main Masterlist is here.

Chris Evans Masterlist is here.

Summary: Chris doesn't win the Oscar and you are there to comfort him.

Warnings: slight angst and comfort.

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“And the winner for the Best Actor goes to Chris… Hemsworth.” You know that you and Chris will have to keep appearances in front of the camera right now. Everyone seems to be focusing more on you and your husband than the winner. Squeezing his hand under the table, you try to plaster on a smile.

The rest of the ceremony seem to have passed in a blur as you could see slight tears welling in your husband’s eyes. His hopes and dreams were let down yet again. After the ceremony, came the food and Chris mindlessly pushed the food around in his plate. You know that he hasn’t eaten anything since morning due to server but you just kept quiet. Now was neither the place nor the time.  Although, Chris did not eat a single thing the whole event, he really did not hold back on the alcohol. 

“Chris, I think you should stop now.” You murmur in his ear after he tells the waiter to bring another whiskey sour. 

“Why, Y/N? It’s a celebration and we should all fucking celebrate.” The slight edge in his voice lets you know to not push the matter any further so you try a different approach. 

“Come on, let’s go home. The ceremony is about to end as it is.”

Bitterly agreeing with you, he stands up and buttons his coat. “Shouldn’t have come to this waste of an event anyway.”

After saying proper goodbyes to your friends and colleagues, you make your way to the car where Chris is aggressively scrolling through his phone. Thank god, you both had decided on a chauffeur prior to the oscars because you don’t think either of you could have driven.

Your breaths seem to be the only source of sound in the car so you try to diffuse the tension. “Babe-“

“Don’t, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” He carelessly throws his iPhone on the middle seat, running his fingers through the neatly gelled hair. 

The anger seems to follow him all the way to the house but you don’t say anything. “I’ll be upstairs. Once you’ve calmed down, we can talk about this baby.”

“Y/N, I ju- this is su-“ He wasn’t able to complete the sentence before a slight sob came out of him. 

“Oh, darling. I’m here. Talk t’me.” Slightly maneuvering him towards the couch, you sit right next to him. Instead of sitting down, he places his head on your lap and curls into your stomach. You let him stay like that as you lightly ran your hands through his air.

“I know this shouldn’t be a big deal because other awards will come. But I can’t shake off the disappointment like other times. I work hard for all my movies and I really thought that I will get acknowledged for it. You haven’t seen twitter or instagram, all of my fans are so sad. I let them down and I don’t think I can do this anymore. (Y/N), I can’t do this anymore. I can’t, I can’t, I can-“

“Calm down, baby. Don’t get yourself worked up.”

Snuggling into you a little bit more, he curls himself into a little ball. Your heart breaks a little after seeing him like this, so uncertain and unhappy. You know that he has a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders, be it a good actor, a good son or a good husband. Of course, it gets overwhelming sometimes and you feel slightly helpless in these situations. You want to be there for him but you don’t want to invalidate his feelings. 

“Chris, listen to me. I know you’re feeling lonely and lost right now. But it is going to be alright. There are ups and downs in our lives and I’m sure there is something great for you around the corner. There are some failures along the way but it just makes our victory all the more sweeter.” He looks at you through his lashes and silently waits for you to continue. “You have to take it one day at a time and I know you will get everything you desire. Babe, you know your worth and so do I. Don’t doubt yourself for one second. I’m your person and I will always be here for you. Talk to me whenever you want. I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you, babe. I just want to sleep and forget about today.” Kissing you on the forehead, he silently thanks God for you. 

“We can do that, babes. Let’s just lay down.” Laying down on the couch, you snuggle into him and wait for this day to be over. 

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A/N: There's a special message in this blurb for someone very close to my heart:) Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think.

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Dance with Me? (C.E)

My Main Masterlist is here.

Chris Evans Masterlist is here.

Summary: a song can be associated with many memories...

Warnings: none.

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Seldom, do you and Chris ever throw a party. You both love your friends, yes but with all sincerity, the pair of you prefer to much rather sit at home, cuddle, watch a couple of sappy romance films; just enjoy a mundane intimate night. However, you both are actors and with that, comes the responsibility of maintaining your social lives. 

Planning a party is dreadful and still to this day, one of the reasons you try to delay doing things like this to the last minute possible. 

“Darling, you look great,” near the entryway, he keeps his gaze trained on you as you keep fumbling with the back of your dress.

“As if. I can’t get this stupid dress to knot. My hair is all kinds of frizzy today and my makeup looks horrendous.” A scoff makes its way past your lips the moment you finished your little rant.

“Say whatever you want; I’m standing by my statement.”

“You and your politically correct statements.” 

He knows that you don’t exactly approve of his recent endeavors so he tries to steer clear of the conversation. “Darling, you don’t see what I see.”

“What? An insufferable mess?”

“No, the prettiest woman alive.”

“Nice save, dumbass.”

Walking towards her, he speaks in a playful tone. “We still on that nickname?”

“Yes, for all eternity. I addressed you as dumbass in my vows so it’s legally my obligation.”

Crowding you up from the back, he gently takes a hold of the silk belt hanging loose by your sides and tugs you backwards flat against his chest. Teasingly, you glare at him through the mirror but he doesn’t really seem to care. Tying it in a perfect knot, he places a kiss on your shoulder and murmurs with affection lacing his voice, “Can’t wait to take you out of this dress.”

“How romantic.”

“It’s the best way to express m’love.”

“Sure, dumbass. Go downstairs and entertain the guests, just have to make some improvements.”

“See you on the other side.”

As he starts to walk out, you call after him with a hint of sarcasm dripping from your tone, “Stop being such an actor.”

“Too far gone, can’t stop now, darling.”

You can’t help but laugh as he leaves. 

Some people are very punctual because the moment the clock struck eight, a stream of cars came pouring into your driveway, one after the other. Chris didn’t want to rush you because you have been pretty stressed out lately. Your new upcoming project might have been a source of it so Chris was trying to give you space. 

“Any new projects you working on, Evans?” Pulling him out of his thoughts Robert came to stand right next to him. 

“You’ll get to know with the rest of the world.”

“You seriously think your fans don’t know that you’re starring in the Gray Man?”

Mouth a gape, he couldn’t formulate a proper sentence without stuttering. Sometimes, he truly did forget his fan base’s crazy devotion to him. Thank God, you weren’t here because you would’ve never let him live it down. 

The small group formulating around him subtly shifted their attention to the stairs and Chris didn’t have to turn around to guess who had captured their attention. 

“Can I have this dance?” Turning around to face you, he let a smile grace his lips. After your first party together where you asked him for a first dance, it has been like this ever since. You like to recreate moments; be it your first date or your first dance. 

“Of course, m’lady.”

Swaying to the beat of the song, he soon came to a realization that it is the same song you both danced to the first time. A loud laugh escapes him when he realizes that you are behind this. 

“You really are something else, babe.”

“And you love me for it.” Lips close to his ear, she lightly whispers to him. 

What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding

I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me

But I'll be alright

“You’re so cheesy.” 

“What? I just really like the song.” Dipping you in his arms, he brings you a little bit more closer than you would deem appropriate for a public setting. Oh, but who are you to complain. “Boy, you really are not good at this whole dancing thing.”

“Excuse me, mister? I’m not the one with two left feet.”

“If I ask any other girl to dance with me here, they won’t constantly be stepping on my feet.”

“What makes you think any girl would like to dance with you, old man?” 

He speaks after bringing you back in his arms, “Babe, everyone wants me. Now hush, my favorite part is coming.”

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

You know that you shouldn’t be tearing up at these words but it is a reminder of all the good moments with your husband. Your first kiss, your first date, your wedding and now your first baby.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Wha- What?” 

“Don’t stop dancing, Chris. We don’t want everyone to know.”

After getting his bearing back, he whispers softly, “I’m so lucky to have you and our life is perfect.”

“I wouldn’t change anything about it.”

“Nothing, baby.” A gentle kiss at the end of the song sealed the promise of forever between you both. “Perfect time, I guess.”

“Perfect time.”

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Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

A/N: There was a note from editor that I think I should keep to myself for now💀 @peculiarpenman. Hope you all enjoy this because it has been sitting in my drafts for too long😊

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Familial Bliss (H.S)

My Main Masterlist is here.

Harry Styles Masterlist is here.

Summary: Y/N surprising Harry on his concert with their baby.

Warnings: none :)

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Thinking of surprising your husband on his tour, you decided to take your little munchkin with you to his LA concert this time. Normally, you would never do anything like this because you both didn’t want Phoebe to be showcased all over the TMZ articles. 

The phone beside you kept popping up with texts but your focus was currently on the two-year-old. Phoebe, who has recently been keen on making posters and family pictures, is currently sitting next to you and trying to make her version of a fan poster.

You come to help her after her mini tantrum of not getting it right. She is a perfectionist like her beloved father. Gently guiding her hands on the paper, you quickly completed the writing part of the poster. Phoebe then comes up with an idea to fill the blank sides with her colored handprints. Soon, the whole poster appears as a unicorn thrown upon it. Some of the letters might have even been caught in the chaos. 

Soon, the time to leave for the stadium came so you made sure to double-check all your things. The trickiest part was to get into the stadium without the fans spotting you or Phoebe. However, Jeff always came through and you made it at the exact moment Harry was about to step on the stage. 

Instead of going backstage to wish him good luck, you made your way to the VIP section in the pit. Phoebe had her noise-canceling headphones placed the moment you entered the stadium. Safety always came first. You were excited to see your husband’s reaction because this was the first time your daughter was coming to one of his concerts.

“Hey, New York! ‘m Harry and I think y’all are here to listen to m’songs.” The smugness in his voice couldn’t be hidden but the crowd didn’t seem to mind. 

Little hands shifted your line of vision towards herself. Looks like she can't share your attention with anyone. After all, she is her father's daughter.

The crowd went wild the moment the ‘Golden’ tune came alive. Phoebe stared out in wonder towards the expanse of the crowd cheering for her father. She has never seen so many people together in her life. The moment Harry’s figure came into view, you tilted your daughter’s head towards the stage. 

“Look, there's daddy!!” You hoped that she could make sense of your words a little bit because you didn’t want her to miss Harry’s entrance.

He didn’t notice right away but when his eyes landed on you both, a mixture of surprise and excitement passed through them. Phoebe gave her father a toothy smile and you are glad that Jeff is recording the whole encounter. 

“Looks like we have a special guest with us tonight, ladies and gentlemen.” You came into focus on the big screen behind him and the crowd is instantly in awe of the little girl in your arms.  Waving at her father, she lay her head on your shoulders. “Alright, you are here for me so all attention should be on me.”

“Ever the narcissist.” You are quite sure that Harry can read your lips because a crooked smirk appeared on his lips. 

Harry starts the concert instantly after your little family interaction. You started to lightly dance to TPWK. However, you couldn’t do the whole routine like always because you couldn’t let Phoebe down. Sure, there were not a lot of people in the VIP section but you didn’t want to risk it. The smile didn’t leave your daughter’s lips for one second and you were glad that you thought of this surprise. 

There was an extra hip in his step today because he wanted to show off in front of his little love. He has been secretly wishing to take Phoebe to one of his concerts for a long time. You have been hesitant regarding this in the past but now it didn't matter. He spends extra time giving attention to the two of you throughout the concert and your daughter is enjoying every little bit.

“This song was written for m’little dove.”

“She knows the routine better than me. But she’s forgiven because of her cuteness.”

“Y'all, don't be jealous but m’daughter is my biggest fan.” 

Soon, Phoebe fell asleep due to exhaustion and excitement. Your daughter could sleep anywhere anytime; It is a trait you and her share. You held her in your arms because only the last song was remaining. You really didn’t want to miss the ‘whale’. 

“I need y’all to be a li’l quiet because m’princess is taking a nap. Guess she finds her dad born’.”

“Boohoo!” The whole crowd was really eating the small interactions between Harry and his family. It was extremely rare to get a glimpse of the rockstar’s private life. 

“Now now, we don’t ‘boohoo’ m’angel. Her sleep is more important than m’concert.” Looking at the crowd, he playfully shrugged his shoulders. “Those are just the facts.” You laughed along the fans at his mischievousness and brought Phoebe closer to yourself. 

The moment the concert ended, you made your way backstage to meet up with your husband. After giving you a kiss, he took Phoebe from your arms.

“H, I think I should carry her. You must be tired right now.”

“It’s okay, baby. I missed her so much. Thank y’ for the surprise, I loved it.”

“Anything for you, H.”

"Now let's get her t'bed so I can properly thank you."

"Shh, someone might hear you."

"So wha', this baby in my arms is a living proof that we did it." A laugh escaped his lips after seeing you blush on his crude innuendos. "Let's go home, baby."

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A/N: I have been giving my pre med entry test for the past two months and I have finally gotten around to opening my blog. I know I haven't been the most active but I had to focus on my studies. Now that they are out of the way and I'm about to be done with my uni applications, I finally will be able to focus more on my writing. Thank you for waiting for me guys, I love you. Special thanks to @peculiarpenman for helping me out with life in general; be it writing or my daily mental breakdowns. @pettinesspersonified I hope you like this because you are a part of my writing journey as well. Thank you both❤️🧡

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A depiction of love

a Jason Todd blurb.

(Fem!S/O)

Summary: a small depiction of the unprecedented emotions he harbours for her.

Warnings: not proofread.

A/N: I’ve been gone for a long while and for that, I apologise. University has been tough, to navigate, to adjust, to work in. It hasn’t been easy but I’m trying my best to manage it all. Thank you for being patient with me. Please, accept this blurb as a token of my appreciation for your understanding <3

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Entrapped in a lavender haze.

There is a colourful fog that encases the world, blurring out its offerings. It hinders his vision, he seemingly cannot see anyone beyond her.

He does not wish to.

Her mouth moves, yet the words escaping fail to reach his ears. He does not register them, for he is fixated on her eyes.

A reflection of her. A reflection of him. A combination of the two, they bespeak what the pair are together.

In love.

Snapping her fingers in front of him, she demands his undivided attention.

“You’re not listening,” she muses, “Am I that boring?” she teases him, leaning back against her chair, taking a dramatic sip from her cup, she watches his reaction from the rim with a pleasant giddiness.

The fog lifts and the world regains focus.

He smiles at her, sheepish and mesmerised.

Once back on the table, he grabs a hold of her hand. Thumb tracing across her knuckles with a featherlight touch. Raising it to his lips, he presses a faint kiss to them.

Letting go, Jason leans back before shrugging, “Sometimes.”

She gasps in mock disbelief. Throwing her head back, she laughs, carefree and joyous. It attracts stares, undeserving, they experience the melody.

A sound so beautiful, he finds himself lost in her once more. He is captivated by her presence, by her words, by her. If deemed possible, what he feels would be bottled and he would get inebriated on the emotion every night.

It is all Jason wishes for, to be confined within this lavender haze, forever.

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tagged by my baby @peculiarpenman.thank you for including me, I had a great time doing this❤️

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

tags: @finelinevogue @erodasfishtacos

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A Little Update…

Guys we are so close to 1K followers I can’t believe it!!! I know I have been AWOL for quite sometime now but I have been stuck with my university admission and prep for the past two months. I have written some pieces but they are still incomplete. Im hopeful that I can post something by the mid of next week.

Sorry for all this but I promise I’ll be back with some good content for my lovely followers:)

Love, R

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you write headcanons?

No, I don't write them but I want to try😊😊

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Congratulations on the followers baby!! I am so so proud of you right now because you are meant to accomplish great things in life.

This piece was such a surprise for me and well it was a damn good one. Honestly, this was such a nice break from my real life because I want to dance with Bruce Wayne.

The chemistry between the two was something so unique and you captured the moment just perfectly. You have a way with words that I haven’t yet seen in anyone.

The slow progress of the scene that ultimately lead to their dance was mind blowing. The playful banter had me so involved in the piece that I might have actually just experienced it.

You truly have outdone yourself with this piece and I can’t wait to see more of Bruce Wayne fics. I’m going to get more content and I’m here for it.

The reader comforting him throughout the scene was so nice because she really understood him. Out of all of those people he was gravitated towards her because she knew the real him. She was the one who kept him grounded. Your writing gave life to this piece, darling.

“With you? It’s not nearly long enough.” This sentence had me dying because I really want my future man to say things like this to me. Such a cute piece and this is the fluff that I have been dying for the past few months.

Again, i’m super proud of you and I can’t wait for more of your future pieces. I love you, K❤️

A borrowed moment of serenity

a Bruce Wayne fic

(Fem!Assistant!S/O)

Summary: Bruce dances with his assistant at his birthday dinner.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol. Mention of food.

Word count: 1.1k

Note: First time writing for Bruce, fingers crossed I did him justice. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think!! <3

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Standing in a corner, she feels like an invisible force, observing the crowd that has bestowed upon her a sense of brutal dismissal.

It pays her no mind.

Her eyes scan the pristine room, taking in the elites. They stand tall; posture poised, hair done proper and champagne glasses held prim.

She does not belong here.

Their chatter floods the atmosphere, high pitched and mainly compromising of untrue flattery, hoping to preserve transactional relationships. It is all a game of tactics and power.

It makes her insides burn at the duplicity.

The focus shifts, the room bursts into an applause, laced in deception. The people turn towards the entrance, blocked by heavy flashes and burly men playing security guards.

He walks in, confident and suave. Two women on each arm, they mimic his ease. His smile dazzles, keeping his audience captivated. They serenade him, chants, hoots, hollers, it all echoes off the white walls.

Bruce Wayne.

He makes rounds. Shakes hands, returns pleasantries. His smile remains, though it is not real. It does match his eyes, the tired blues begging for an escape. It seems only visible to her.

Nonetheless, his words drip like honey. They reach her in waves, like perfume, douse her in a sweetness that takes precedence, drowning out the insignificant noise of everyone else that simply does not matter. That simply does not compare to him.

He catches her eye and it is as if time slows down. His gaze remains as he makes his way to her. He dismisses everyone with a small wave of his fingers, the movement lazy and rude. He does not seem to care.

He fails to acknowledge the looks of offence, the gasps and the whispers.

His smile softens at the sight of her, dissipates the fake grin and appears one doused in truthful nature.

He stops directly in front of her, taking her in, scanning her and committing the sight to memory.

“You look beautiful,” he states, deep baritone breaking the aura of silence.

She smiles, lets out a small laugh, “I would sure hope so, you paid for this dress.”

He cannot help but follow in her steps, laughing slightly, “Well, I have good taste. Dance with me?”

With a smirk, his head is tilted to the side. He stares at her in glorious inquisition. His question does not read like one, there is a demand to it, impossible to say no to.

Hand to her open mouth, she lets out a faux dramatic gasp, “What will people say, Mr. Wayne, dancing with a woman you did not arrive with?”

He rolls his eyes at her antics, yet his smile remains prevalent. How could it not be, with the mirth twinkling between her irises?

He grabs her hand, intertwines their fingers and gracefully escorts her to the dance floor.

Situating them dead in the centre, he grabs her waist and places her free hand over his shoulder, “It’ll give them something to talk about.”

And talk, they do. They gape, they gawk, they gossip but to the pair, it fades into the background. Becomes a fleeting blur travelling into an unknown abyss. It encircles them, protecting them from a world of make believe for a borrowed moment.

“What about your lady friends?”

He snickers, gestures with his head to the sight of them occupied with two wealthy fellows, “I’m sure they’ll be entertained throughout the night.”

Twirling her around, he continues, “It’s all for show, don’t worry, you’ll always be my number one girl.”

She laughs at his jests but it is the beat of her rampant heart that recognises the genuinity swimming amongst them.

Swaying to the symphonies of the orchestra, Bruce admires her, gratitude dwindling amidst his irises. “You did a great job. Everything, it looks wonderful,” he says, looking around.

She scoffs, shakes her head lightly before staring at him with a bemused expression, “We all know you hate this, Mr. Wayne, let’s not pretend for my sake.”

He dips her, face hovering above hers, his whisper fans across her skin. In all its warmth and wonder, it sends her heart racing, “Not entirely.”

Resuming their positions, he smirks at her flustered nature, pulling her closer, he teases, “Giving up so soon?”

Dropping her hand from his shoulder, she lightly swats at his chest, “Behave. Now, come on, pretty sure Alfred’s bringing your cake out soon, you should head towards the table.”

She goes to turn but is halted by a pull on her wrist. Bruce stops her, tugs her back into him, arms encircling around her waist, he shoots her pleading look, “Two more minutes, please, I don’t want to face them right now. I just need…a moment.”

Sighing, she gives in. Sliding her arms upwards to his neck, she cups his cheek, rubbing her thumb against his stubble, she drops the formalities, “Bruce, you don’t have to keep partaking in these charades. You clearly aren’t comfortable. Is it really worth it?”

Closing his eyes, he leans into her touch. Taking a breath, he opens them, grabs her hand to place a chaste kiss into it before guiding it back to his neck.

“I need to, it’s the only way they don’t find out.”

There is an underlying tension, a cape of hesitance around him. The toll of a double life weighs heavy.

“Right, that slipped my mind, sorry,” she mutters, at a loss of solutions.

“Hey, don’t be. I just need you here, you know that right?”

He stares into her eyes, hoping to convey what it is that he truly feels.

“I’m here as long as you'll have me, Mr. Wayne.”

She knows.

Stepping impossibly closer, he leans down to rest his forehead against her. Eyes falling to a shut, a breathy whisper escapes him, “I’m betting on forever.”

She smiles and nuzzles her nose against his, “Forever is a long time.”

Moving to pull her into an embrace, he rests his chin on top of her head. Making eye contact with Alfred standing across the room, watching the pair interact with a wishful gaze, he sends a small grin towards the butler, “With you? It’s not nearly long enough.”

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A/N: We’ve reached over 300 followers!! That’s absolutely insane. Thank you so much, for accompanying me on my writing journey, for reading my work, giving me feedback. You all are a major factor in my growth and i couldn’t be more grateful. Thank you for giving me a reason to write and I’m over the moon that so many of you enjoy my work. It means the absolute world to me.❤️

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hey when will part 5 of broken promises come out

Hi!! I have the part all planned out but I am currently working on a piece for Chris Evans. It has been too long since I have written anything for him. Really excited for you guys to see it😊😊

I might post part 5 around 12 June or something. Not sure but it will be definitely around that time because my exams are ending on the 9th.

Love, R❤️

Broken Promises

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Okay, queen, I love you. I’ll stop being annoying…for the time being 🤪🥰

I love you baby❤️

I was loving our conversation so much😌😌

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Aisa tu na kaho bby hum tu in luv thay 💔

You were sorely mistaken🤭

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Kabhi humsay bhi talk kiya karo na, bby 🥺 hum aapka bohat fan hai

Im sorry I don’t know this language. Is this Pashto?

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Salam, jaanu🤭😘

Waslam babygirl😌😌

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Lost (H.S)

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Summary: Harry and his daughter, Rose go out for Christmas shopping. He counters some fans and while he’s busy with them, he loses her for sometime.

Warnings: angst, comfort, hurt, fluff. It is really a concoction of it all.

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Harry hated holidays sometimes because of all the crowded places. You weren’t feeling well today so you had decided to stay home and Harry had to take his daughter alone to the mall. He had put on his pink signature beanie with a pleasing hoodie and skinny jeans. Rose, on the other hand, was fully dressed for the occasion from the red Gucci jumpsuit to the white Gucci sneakers. Harry had fully covered her in layers but it was obvious that he dressed her. You weren’t the one obsessed with Gucci and very much preferred Paw Patrol shirts over their dresses.

“Can’t leave m’hand for one second, bubs.”

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