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sometimes-love-is-enough · 1 year

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[image description: six colorful masks in the style of Commedia Dell’arte. The first is red with golden swirls, a red ribbon and spikes reminiscent of a crown, and is labelled ‘IL PRINCIPE’. The second is light blue with a rainbow string, upquirked eyes, and a single tear running down the side of the face, labelled ‘PADRE’. The third, blue and blocky with simple geometric designs, labelled ‘INSEGNANTE’. The fourth, black with a spiked birdlike nose, shading beneath the eye holes, and patchwork violet details, labelled ‘INQUIETO’. The fifth is a yellow halfmask with snakelike decals and a crack that runs across the bottom, lavelled ‘IL SERPENTE’. The final mask is green and grotesque, with a large nose, huge eyes, and a moustache, and spiky wires emerging from the top - labelled ‘IL DUCA’. End image description]

A continuation of the thoughts from my post about AU fanfiction as modern Commedia Dell'arte - here's the sides as vaguely Commedia-esque masks. Presenting: the archetypal cast of Commedia dell'lati!

IL PRINCIPE, the prince, a more thoughtful descendant of the swaggering Il Capitano archetype. He's often seen with his distinctive red sash, and occasionally a bladed weapon. Il Principe is prideful, sometimes to a fault, and deeply romantic.

PADRE, the father, representing family values and an apparent moral compass. Often played as somewhat naive or foolish - sometimes portrayed at hiding something more devious beneath that, depending on the show and situation. He's recognizable by his fondness for wordplay, and his cheerful attitude.

INSEGNANTE, the teacher, the unlistened-to voice of reason, the provider of exposition. His misunderstandings of common metaphorical phrases are frequently the source of comic relief. It's a common plot point for him to be pushed to his limit and snap, revealing genuine emotion behind his mask of impenetrable reason.

INQUIETO, the restless one - the devil's advocate, quick to voice the negatives of a situation and recommend doing something, anything else. Often takes the role of 'jerk with a heart of gold' - frequently is the recipient of misfortune. A key part of his character is his sharp wit and sarcasm against every other member of the cast.

IL SERPENTE, the snake, is cunning and deceptive by nature. He will often emerge onto the stage in the guise of another character, having stolen their mask offstage. The inevitable reveal where he produces his true mask and slots it onto his face is always met with delighted applause. Il Serpente was originally often depicted as the villain of many productions and still sometimes is, although many recent shows have taken to treating him in a much more sympathetic light.

Finally, IL DUCO, the duke - the brother and mirrored counterpart of Il Principe. Some shows choose to tone down his original conception as a graphic and grotesque provider of foul language in order to make him easier to portray, or easier to sympathize with. Other shows turn up the crassness all the way, and make him downright villainous in nature. Il Duco is, chronologically, the most recent addition to the archetypes, but has quickly found his way into being a beloved and fascinating part of many performances.

One of the things separating the more modern Commedia dell'lati from its predecessor, Commedia dell'arte, is its willingness to play with character dynamics. The plots and settings are never certain from one show to the next, and neither are the relationships between the characters. Il Serpente and Inquieto could be in a committed relationship on one stage, and at each other's throats fighting to the death on another - although, it should be noted, the two are never mutually exclusive. Sometimes the morality of characters are black-and-white, sometimes it's all in strokes of grey, but it's all in the name of exploring new aspects of these beloved familiar archetypes.

Everything's fluid when it comes to Commedia dell'lati - but always recognizable, however distant.

#my art #long post #sanders sides #commedia dell'arte #i'm just... VERY delighted by how commedia group dynamics mirror side group dynamics #also apologies if i got any italian stuff wrong! i double-checked as best i could but internet translations ain't perfect #i would have done the other common fanon characters (like Remy and Picani and the rest) but i couldn't think of good enough mask designs #....and of course Character!Thomas isn't common enough in AUs to get a mask of his own #if he ever shows up on stage he's recognizable by the lack of mask or a flower tucked behind the ear

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shelli-gator · 1 year

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Old Iron 💙

#ttte #ttte humanizations #thomas and friends #ttte edward #edward the blue engine #maybe i'll finish the whole thing #his hair gets in his face when he's frazzled/tired/flustered :3 #always has to tuck it back #the more awry it is the worse his day has been #he's a nurse! and a part-time tutor #i wish trains were real #ttte au

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namachuki · 1 year

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This is literally my favorite movie nobody talk to me

#ttte hiro #ttte thomas #ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #myart #namachuki #theres way more lore to my human au but its convoluted and dumb and #tucks myself into bed and rolls to my side #i don't really feel like it

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hunnieknight · 9 months

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What's the full picture of your profile pic? It's sooooooo cute!!!! As a half request (but not even really) I'm picturing a genshin reader who's cuddly with their lamb plush over anyone else because it's just so soft

"Stuffed and Loved"

(A/N Despite the title, it is SFW-Fluff, lol. Also, lamb plushie supremacy yeaahhh!. Btw I just found the pfp online, maybe i should make my own pfp of my mascot)

Fluff, SFW, modern AU, established relationship (excluding platonics), reader is oblivious, and a softie, unconsentual photo taken

A/N : Character with "platonic" means either they are minor or i headcanon them under 18

"That's cute"

Would pet you and your plushie together. Very wholesome and unbothered. You wanna cuddle your lamb while watching movie?Okay!They can be the big spoon for you. Oh your lamb has a name? Well then, they will also call it using the name. It really seems like both of you are a parent to this plushie,eh?

Sometimes they also help you by washing your plushie, even as far as turning the car around if you have forgotten your soft little lamb. Oohh, they really head over heels just to make you happy,huh?

"Where's that lamb of yours?"

Zhongli, Ningguang, Shenhe, Keqing, Dehya, Thoma

"We can play together!"

Let's your plushies play together! Even on couch both of your dolls will have their own spot next to each of you. Owning and sharing comfort items does make you bond.

They will take care of your plushie when you aren't holding it. Whenever they past you sleeping on the couch or bed with your little lamb tucked under your neck and wrapped with your arms, they will stop to pat your head then your lamb, thanking it for keeping your dream safe.

"Don't worry!i save a seat for your little lamb too"

Collei (platonic), Amber, Hu Tao (platonic i am not sure of her age), Nahida (platonic), Yoimiya

"All right then"

They are not alright. Every time you dig your nose into that fluffy fabric of the plushie, their heart flutters and hands tremble to hold themselves from grinning like a maniac.

Don't check their phone, it's all photos of you cuddling your lamb plushie, tucked in and in dreamland. Actually, their gallery folders are divided of you sleeping with the lamb; you just cuddling into it while sitting down; and of course, you just acting all cute with it.

Don't ask when did they take the picture either.

"Can you sit here? The lightning here looks good?Why am i asking? Nothing in particular~"

Childe, Kaveh, Yelan, Candace, Beidou

"But I'm right here?"

Jealous, envy, whatever it is they want you to cuddle them instead of that goddamn lamb plushie. Huh? It's soft and big so you like it as a pillow?? Their chest is also soft and warm, ready to welcome your head to rest!

You've known them for years but still defeated by....A PLUSHIE????

Oh?Do you want to watch the movie with your lamb in your lap? Ohh noo, suddenly the plushie needs some washing, no worries! Their heads are available for your lap.

"Huh?What plushie? The lamb? What lamb?"

Venti, Wanderer, Ayato, Itto, Ganyu (she is a goat, what do u need a sheep)

#genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #imaginedraw #thoma x reader #dehya x reader #ayato x reader #hu tao genshin #hu tao #ehehehehe #didnt realize i made ayato and thoma together

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yuugen-benni · 4 months

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Unintentionally but Intentional

Things, moments or scenes Unintentionally but Intentional attractive with your boys <3 A/N: I might consider this a Modern AU!, but it doesn't affect much so just read it the way you think is good for you!

Ever since Al Haitham was a young student, he has done the same thing: sharing the headset with you. When you two were young and he noticed how bored or down you were, he would tuck your hair behind the ear and put his headphones on you, making sure your hair wasn't messed and played a song he secretly knew you would like.

Tighnari's love for nature is obvious to everyone, but not everyone knows how attractive he looks when he takes off his gardening gloves. It's not every day you get to see a scene like this. His hands with beautiful bulging veins being revealed under that thick and rough glove; The way he stretched his arms, intertwining his fingers and cracking them together, relaxing his body after hours of nurturing his plants with the warmth of the sun kissing his skin. Simple and Gorgeous.

The way Kaeya was handsome without his eyepatch was totally unintentional. There was always something covering his right eye, whether it was his bangs or his eye patch, even with you - his lover. But you could see that it wasn't with the same concern. Sometimes he would blurt it out, showing the scar that ran diagonally down and that eye that was seen as lost, dull, but that remained mesmerizing.

Albedo refuses to cut his angel-like hair and not even God knows why. His bangs always obstruct his vision and the solution found was to use Klee's hair clips. Yes, those cute hair clips decorated with strawberries and bunnies. You couldn't help but be distracted by them whenever he is casually in your front. The gentle click of the clips being secured in his hair became a familiar sound, a playful ritual that added a touch of whimsy to his otherwise serious demeanor.

Freminet doesn't like to admit he's a professional swimmer. As a very shy person, he gets embarrassed if the full attention is turned to him. But you can't help it; your eyes uncounciosly are locked on him everytime he get out of the pool: his hands resting on the edge of the pool, his muscles of his slim arms flex lifting his body up while the water run down synchronized with his movements.

The way Neuvillette carries himself may exude authority to some, stoicism to others. In short, there are many people who fear him just by looking at him, but your case is different: The main source of your admiration for your boyfriend is precisely his serious but calm facade. It's impressive how his presence is something else in the room, how he always has a good posture, good words but such a soft heart.

When Kazuha makes promises, he always keeps them faithfully. I think that's what's so endearing about him: his quiet confidence. Kazuha will look into your eyes, close his fist and bring it towards his chest, right in his heart and promise the most impossible thing without any fear.

Thoma's simplicity touches the heart. You regularly see him smile at things that in everyday life almost no one notices. Maybe it's our busy minds or maybe it's Thoma's curiosity about the territory he now lives in. His simplicity is also conveyed by his gestures, especially those of affection, where he is direct, loving and conveys his great messages in the smallest of ways: a note, a kiss on the cheek and even with a look.

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fortheloveoffanfic · 9 months

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Daylight

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Author's note: Sort of AU; Grace is alive and runs the children's home herself. Do I make this a thing or nah? Summary: Tommy's affair with a school teacher employed at his wife's charity venture reaches a cross roads. Masterlists Warnings: Angst, infidelity

Sometimes, the shame of what they’ve been doing feels like punishment enough. The ache in her chest when she looks in the mirror, the pinch in her soul when she catches the lingering scent of him on her sheets and the bruises that she’s earned from trying to scrub his touch off her skin in the bath- it feels cruel enough to make her stop.

But she hasn’t.

Because when he shows up at her door, or she picks up the telephone and its his voice on the other end, her guilt melts, only to be replaced with pride and something that’s akin to a pleasant flutter in her chest. When Thomas touches her, the rest of the world fades away and for an hour or two, they’re in a realm of their own, where the poison tastes like wine and sin feels like the closest thing they’ll ever get to heaven. Perhaps it is.

What if the warmth of his embrace and the feel of his mouth on her neck is the closest she’ll ever be to paradise and the sound of his voice rasping sweet nothing and empty promises in her ear is the only and truest happiness she’ll ever get?

What if it starts and ends with Thomas? Heaven, hell and everything in between.

At times, Y/n can swear he feels the same. When the room goes dead silent while he’s getting dressed or he takes care to not speak her name when they’re on the phone speaks volumes to the guilt he harbors. And even if it shouldn’t, and she doesn’t understand how, it gives Y/n some comfort that he feels the same too. At least its something else they share, something that transcends the weight of his body on hers; a burden that binds them.

The burden she feels privileged to bear; at least Thomas chose her, his eyes search the room for hers and he seeks her out in private moments. She’s special to him, at least, Y/n hopes she is.

She has to be, else she’s just another mistress, lurking in the shadows and lurking in the background of another woman’s marriage.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, eh?” The tips of Thomas’ fingers trail up and down her spine as she traces the tattoo on his chest.

“Huh?” Having lapsed into deep thought, Y/n missed half his question.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” He repeats, “You’ve been….lost in your head all evening,” he raises his hand a little to thread his fingers through her hair.

“Oh,” Y/n elicits softly, “I’ve just been….” She knits her brows as doubt creeps in; what if she is just a mistress? What if Thomas is just waiting for the next best thing to catch his eye before he moves on from her? If Grace, the woman who he’d been entrapped with from the minute they met couldn’t keep him on the straight and narrow, then she can’t be much more than a good Friday evening.

“Do you think….” She hesitates before continuing, wondering if she even wants the truth. “Do you think….you ever might stay one day?”

Thomas hums in contemplation, “Grace might take Charles to Ireland to see her family next month, maybe I could-”

“I don’t mean like that,” Y/n rolls over and out of his embrace, tucking the worn duvet under her chin in a manner that feels almost childish.

Sighing heavily, Thomas reaches to give her hip a squeeze before shuffling closer, “Oh come on,” he chides lightly, “Don’t be like that sweetheart,” he plants a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Blinking away a wave of moisture that prods at her eyes, Y/n huffs, “Be like what?” She retorts defensively.

Exhaling again, Thomas skirts around her question, “Let's not ruin our afternoon, yeah? Why don’t we open the bottle’a wine I brought? Its one you like,” he offers, hoping the problem is one he can solve with expensive liquor.

“I don’t want wine,” she spats bitterly.

“Then what do you want, eh?” Thomas gives her hip soothing rub and she clutches the fabric tighter, “Tell me and you’ll have it. Fuckin’ anythin’.”

“I just told you want I want,” Y/n huffs, shifting so she can settle on her back. Lifting her hand, she reaches to touch his face. Slowly, she drags the back of her fingers up the side of his face, caressing his sharp cheekbone, the tip of his ear and then the side of his head. “Why don’t you ever stay?” She asks softly, searching his eyes.

“Its complicated, you kn-”

“Its been complicated,” Y/n rolls her glassy eyes and sniffles. “I love you,” she professes in a hushed, pitiful tone, “But I hate this,” Y/n admits just as Thomas lifts his hand so the tips of his fingers graze her cheek. When he doesn’t respond with anything more than icy blue eyes searching hers, she continues, “It feels like we’re trying to outrun something,” she looks past him, to the plain ceiling above.

Thomas doesn’t return the profession of her affections, he never has and Y/n often thinks she’ll never hear those words from his lips. But in the absence of them, she’s interpreted every minuscule action- and inaction- to mean that he does love her. The tenderness of his touch, his forehead pressed to hers after they kiss and his arm curled around her shoulders pulling her close.

Knitting his brows, Thomas regards her curiously, “What do you mean?” His thumb traces her jaw and he searches her eyes, “We’re good, everything’s alright,” it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more than he is her.

Swallowing thickly, Y/n shakes her head, “Its not,” she sits up, taking handfuls of the sheets up with her to guard her modesty and Thomas shifts to slide an arm across her back and tuck her into his side, “I see it in your face all the time. That guilt; You don’t want to do this to…” Y/n can’t even bring herself to say Grace’s name, “Her.”

He doesn’t offer an immediate response, which is enough to tell Y/n that she’s right. “Its complicated,” Thomas eventually repeats.

Licking her lips, Y/n scoffs, “Is it complicated or is everything alright?” Sniffling, she turns her face towards the wall to her left, pale yellow flowers decorating light pink paper, the orange glow of the evening sun making it seem a bit brighter than it usually is.

He’s going to leave soon, like he usually does. She doesn’t even know why she even bothered asking him to stay when she’d known the answer before it came.

“Why’re you changing your mind on me, eh?” He gives her shoulder a squeeze, “What we have is good. You get what you what, I get what I want; it works.”

His words cut deep; they make whatever it is they have between them seem so transactional. His certainty scares her too; is that what's always been to him? Money and sex?

Y/n has never been a prostitute, before Thomas she held herself in high esteem; she’s a school teacher at his wife’s orphanage, she doesn’t give herself up to just any man, especially not married ones- but he’d walked into that place one morning and her whole world had been turned on his head. He roused a flutter in her stomach that she’d never felt before and his crude charm was unlike anything she’d ever come across. She’d known he was married even then, she knew whose husband Thomas was, but Y/n couldn’t resist his offer to dance at the orphanage’s annual Christmas party or his flirtations when he’d led her to a vacant balcony.

“I like you,” he’d said, lips close to hers and fingers curled under her chin.

He liked her. She liked him too.

“Have you ever been to London?” She hadn’t, but she should’ve said no, “I have a place there, a club. Lots’a rich fuckers,” he’d chuckled and she’s smiled, “But fuckin’ good champagne. I’d like to take you.”

Y/n should have said no, she sometimes wonders what would have happened if she had.

Would someone else have come along after? Would Thomas have persisted in his pursuit?

“Not anymore,” Y/n shakes her head, “Not for me,” sniffling, shrugs off his arm and reaches for her slip, which hangs off an iron bedpost. Suddenly embarrassed to be naked around him and burning with the desire to cover up, she tugs on the silk garment and pulls in down her thighs as she shuffles out of bed.

As she stands, Thomas reaches for her hand before Y/n can walk away, “What can I do, eh? Mm?” His calloused thumb caresses the back of her hand as he gazes up at her with wide, desperate eyes, “Why don’t we go away for a weekend? London, the country- whatever you want.”

Licking her lips, Y/n glances down at their joined hands, “Will you go home after?” The question ushers in a period of tense silence and Thomas averts his gaze for a moment.

“Y/n,” he breathes her name and just for a moment, she thinks Thomas is going to give her the answer she’s hoping for- or at least, a worthwhile lie. But when he doesn't, a lone tear slips past tangled lashes and warms its way down her cheek. “You know its not that easy for me.”

“Well this isn’t easy for me either, you know,” Y/n wretches her hand away and hastily swipes at her face, “Next time your bored of your life,” she shakes her head and by then the tears are falling, unchecked, “You should stay home,” her voice breaks and her throat burns.

Gathering the sheets around his hips, Thomas rises from the bed to follow Y/n as she heads towards the door of the adjoining bathroom, “Sweetheart, think about this, eh,” he tries to reason placatingly, “You don’t want to do this.”

She really doesn’t.

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/n swallows thickly, pausing as she reaches for the knob, “Please….just go.”

When Thomas reaches for her arm, she lets him, almost forgetting herself and submitting to his comfort. “Neither of us want that,” he offers quietly, “Please don’t do this to me,” he pleads.

His desperation seems so genuine that Y/n briefly considers back-tracking. Briefly. But she can’t keep living like that; in the shadows, like a crime. She cannot stand to be just another thing that he needs to atone for; another regret on his ever-growing list.

And she’s starting to hate that he’s even made her one in the first place.

“Just go!” In a fit of unbridled anger, she snatches her arm away and then pushes at his chest when Thomas tries to get closer, “Just go and leave me alone!” She snarls, “Go back to your fucking wife,” a sob punctuate her words and Y/n bends her head as she cries, “And leave me alone.”

“Is that what you want, eh?" He swallows harshly, "For me to leave you the fuck alone? So you can....fuck!” She knows he can come up with a million insults that'll hurt as much as a serrated blade hacking away at her heart, but Thomas spares her and she can only hope because deep down, she does mean more to him than a good shag. In the absence of razor sharp words, Thomas’ jaw tightens and his gaze hardens, matching her fury.

It takes a handful of seconds before she finds the resolve to answer, but when she does, she lifts her head and squares her shoulders, “Yes.”

Mirroring her defiance, Thomas’ grip on the sheet around his hips tightens until his knuckles are white, “Fine.”

For a solid minute, they linger there, her back to the bathroom door and Thomas in the middle of the bedroom. She can’t tell whether or not he’s hurt, he’s always been good at protecting his feelings- she’s never known anymore about him that he’s wanted her to.

And yet, Y/n thinks she’s as close to him as anyone could be.

But no more.

“Y/n-” The minute her name leaves his lips, Y/n turns abruptly and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door so harshly behind herself that the frame rattles. Lurching forward, she drops to her knees and turns on the hot water and still gripping the glass knob with one hand, she holds onto the lip of the porcelain tub with the other as her loud wails join the sound of falling water.

At least she doesn’t have to feel guilty anymore.

#cillian murphy #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #fanfic #daylight

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starry-bi-sky · 9 months

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tick tock

Highkey dedicating this to @watercolour-carnations bc they sent me an ask about my 'danny is thomas wayne' au and singlehandedly revitalized my brainrot for it. Apparently the quickest way to a starry's heart is through their ask box

Now posted on ao3 under the name 'dniwer eht kcolc'!

In hindsight, hosting a science exhibit was probably not the best idea that Bruce has ever. This wasn't even one of Bruce's galas and, yet he was still attending because it gave him the opportunity to scope out any potential rogues (or henchmen).

Damian was by his side, and Tim was on the other side of the room, inspecting some of the other inventions under the prospect of gaining new hires for R&D at WE. Something that was not entirely false. Bruce could always use new, bright minds working to make Gotham a better place.

He was, particularly, eyeing up one moderately-sized invention that a woman with cutting blue eyes and stark white hair had covered with a white sheet. An interesting choice when everyone else had already revealed their own inventions. Drifting closer with Damian, he smiles charmingly at the scientist when they lock eyes.

"And what is this interesting contraption?" He asks, looking over the sheet as if it was the invention itself and not what was underneath.

The woman curled purple-painted fingers around the sheet, yanking it down to reveal a machine that looks like a mix of a jukebox and a grandfather clock. A long wire was attached to it, and a strange, blinking, circlet-like device connected on the other end.

Bruce's brows rose considerably, and he could sense Damian's eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"This is my Holographic Memory Machine -- the name is still a work in progress -- it's a memory machine meant to allow anyone to relive their memories right in front of them, even the ones they don't remember." The woman says with a smile, her name card reads 'Dr. Casey W. Kairos'. He's never heard of her before. An out-of-townie, perhaps?

"Interesting." Bruce's hands fold behind his back and he looks down at his disinterested son, and then back up to Dr. Kairos. It sounded harmless, but even a pencil could be harmless until enough force was put into it. "How does that work?"

Dr. Kairos walks over and holds up the strange circlet device, "The user wears this headband. It scans their brainwaves and then plays a memory of their choice right in front of them like a hologram, including any voices that came with it." She explains, showing it off to Bruce and Damian. "Would either of you like to try it? The HMM has been tested and it is completely safe."

Damian scoffs and turns to him, "This is a waste of time, father," He says, "let's move on."

"Oh, don't be like that, Dames." Bruce smiles genially, placing a hand on his son's shoulder and squeezing it. It reminds him of when his father used to do the exact same thing, and he turns to Dr. Kairos. "I can try it, Doctor."

Kairos smiles widely, looking incredibly pleased. "Come stand here then, Mr. Wayne. I can get the HMM up and working." She gestures to a spot on the floor within the circlet's range, and Bruce goes and does as told.

"Standing around and looking pretty is my specialty, Doctor Kairos." He jokes as she gets the device situated on his head. It sits on his forehead snugly, and tucks behind his ears. Kairos snorts and turns to get the machine activated.

"Father." Damian says, indignant and scowling. His arms crossed over his chest petulantly. Bruce chuckles at him.

"The Doctor said it was perfectly safe, Damian." He admonishes lightly, wagging a finger at him. "I trust the good lady to know what she's doing." Not really, but he'd rather test it out on himself if it was unsafe.

Thirty seconds passed with Dr. Kairos working on flicking on the HMM, and when it came alive it came with a low hum and a distinct, ticking like noise. "Ah, there we go." She hums, stepping away. "It's up and working, Mister Wayne. Just think of a memory and let the HMM do the rest."

"Thank you, Doctor." Bruce nods at her, and then tries to think of what to let the machine show. Nothing that would give away his identity as Batman, of course not. Nothing incriminating.

He looks to Damian, who still looked very unhappy with him. Perhaps a memory of one of his boys in the manor? Or a Brucie Wayne moment that everyone's seen. His brows furrow in thought. One of his speeches?

...No. No, he has an idea.

Immediately, the HMM begins to hum louder, the ticking drowned out by the sound of its fans kicking in. It starts drawing the attention of the other ongoers, and Damian steps to Bruce's side as a crowd begins to form.

"What is that thing?"

"What's it doing?"

"Is it safe?"

Hushed whispers scatter around them as more and more people abandon the other stalls in favor of seeing whatever spectacle was happening. Tim appears as well, pushing his way through the crowd and situating himself by Damian and Bruce.

"What's going on?" He whispers with a frown, looking between Bruce and Damian.

Damian hmphs, "Father is trying out this woman's 'Memory Machine'."

Just when Bruce is starting to think the machine doesn't work, he hears a sound that silences the spectators. A piano note. A singular note, followed by another, and another. Right before Bruce's eyes, the air shimmers, and a projection of his father sitting at the grand piano appears before him.

His breath hitches in his throat. He remembers this. He remembers this piece. It was father's favorite.

Damian and Tim are stiff at his side, and Bruce hears the crowd gasp.

There, sitting on the floor at the bench, is Bruce himself at six years old. He's resting his arms on it, and leaning his head on his arms with a look of pure adoration -- did he really look like that? -- aimed at his father.

There's no talking between them, a content silence as Thomas Wayne fills the air with his piano playing. That is-- until he stops midway through the piece, fingers stopping the keys with a abrupt jerk.

Thomas laughs, quiet and full of love, and little Bruce picks his head up with an affronted frown. "Why'd you stop? I like listening to you play."

"I know you do." Thomas says, his voice is as soothing as Bruce remembers it to be. The memory twists to look at little Bruce with a blinding smile, as if he was looking at his whole world. It's the first time in decades that Bruce has seen his father smiling like-- like that. His eyes involuntarily sting.

"But how can you hear so well when you're all the way down there?" Thomas shifts, and pats an open space on the bench. "Come sit up here, Boo. I can teach you to play."

(Thomas Wayne was always fond of pet names, he had plenty of them for Bruce, and he used them at every opportunity.)

Little Bruce perks up, "Really?" He grins, and then clambers into the bench. His father's arms wrap around him.

The voices fade as the memory slowly begins to collapse, and Bruce feels a spike of panic in his heart before the memory is replaced by another one.

He's younger, probably four years old, being sprayed down by a hose by his father. Little Bruce is squealing with laughter, trying to swat the water away like a fly, and his clothes are drenched.

Thomas is laughing as well, wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looks like he just came home from a business meeting. Bruce always thought he was old when he was little. But at four years old, Thomas Wayne is only a little over twenty. Barely an adult. He is twenty-four when he dies. He was so young.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Little Bruce squeals, trying to run out of the line of fire, but Thomas Wayne has a sharp eye, and the hose in his hands follow Bruce no matter where he goes.

Until finally Thomas drops the hose and runs towards Bruce, who is trying to recover from being sprayed down with ice cold water. Thomas reaches him before he has time to move, and scoops him up in his arms.

He is laughing loudly and boisterously, spinning them both around as Bruce clings to him for dear life, laughing with him. The memory fades away, and Bruce feels like there are hands around his throat trying to choke him.

A new one shows up, one he doesn't remember at all. His father is younger than before, a teenager, and he's holding a tiny bundle in his arms. He looks like he's on the verge of tears, hunched over it like a shield.

Someone, a girl with gothic attire, peers over his shoulder. "Gosh, Tom, a baby? That's a lot of responsibility." She says, dark-lipstick lips painted downwards in a frown. "And right after you've disowned your parents too?"

Another boy looks around Thomas with a similar frown and an uncertain look, "Yeah man, I'm with Sam on this one -- for once. You don't even have anywhere to live."

Thomas doesn't look like he's even paying attention, utterly smitten with the baby -- its himself, Bruce realizes -- he's cradling. "Look at him though, guys," he breathes, "he's so tiny. Have you seen his little watercolor eyes?"

(Watercolor eyes. Bruce had long since forgotten about that nickname his father gave him. hearing him say it is like a punch to his stomach.)

"You named him Bruce?"

Bruce huffs to himself, an involuntary smile twitching at his mouth as the memory dips again and cycles through another memory he recognizes.

The memories it shows are sporadic, with no chronological order to them other than each and every one is a happy one.

Bruce playing piano with his father.

Bruce stargazing with his father.

Bruce being carried on his father's shoulders.

Bruce getting ready for a gala with his father.

Bruce in the kitchen helping his dad make breakfast (there's pancake flour smeared on his cheek).

Bruce making a snowman with his father.

An apology between Bruce and his father in the form of a piano duet.

There are even a few memories he doesn't remember. Some of them are when he's old enough to, but many are when he's a baby. Some are before his father was adopted by the Waynes, when the only thing on their backs was a raggedy backpack and an oversized sweatshirt, and Bruce's baby blanket. And some are after, where he's sitting in an antique rocking chair bottle feeding Bruce with a look of sheer adoration on his face.

That look never seems to go away, ever, in any of the memories.

Finally, the HMM settles on a final memory, one that makes Bruce's blood run cold and snaps him out of his nostalgic revelry. His father is getting ready in his room, and Bruce comes barreling in with his own suit-and-tie.

"Dad! Dad! Dad!" He chants, running to Thomas, who whirls around and picks him up seamlessly. They spin twice before Thomas settles in front of the mirror, Bruce on his hip as he adjusts his tie with one hand.

"Yes, boo?" Thomas grins, wide-splitting with his shock-blue eyes looking at Bruce in the reflection. He and Bruce have the same eyes. It's shocking how much they look like each other, now that Bruce was older.

Little Bruce makes a dramatic face, a look that only lasts a few seconds before he remembers his excitement. He wiggles in Thomas' arms, "You gotta hurry up! Or we'll be late to the movie!"

Bruce's fingers dig into his palm, and he can vaguely feel his sons' looking at him. There's a feeling of impending doom square in the center of his lungs, and he forces himself to look on.

Thomas laughs, and nuzzles Bruce's cheek. "The movie isn't going anywhere, chum, I promise." He says, before setting him down. Little Bruce pouts, his lower lip sticking out. "I know how much you've been looking forward to this."

"Can you help me with my tie then?" Bruce asks, and looks at his own, sloppily done tie around his neck. "I can never get it right."

And, of course, Thomas Wayne kneels down to redo it. He always did everything Bruce asked or wanted. He measures it, loops it, and then knots the tie perfectly.

"There." He says, and smoothes out Bruce's little jacket, smiling in adoration. "Now go play, I'll call you when it's time to go."

And Bruce does just that, running out of the room with a yell of, "You better promise!"

"I promise!" Thomas yells back, laughing at his son as he turns back to the mirror.

The memory shimmers, and changes to as they're leaving. And then and there does Bruce call it quits. His eyes are glistening, his tears nearly blinding him with the swelling, overwhelming grief in his heart. He looks away, and tries to find Doctor Kairos.

(He doesn't see her switch something on the side of the machine. There is no noticeable difference in the machine, but on the inside a time rune starts to glow.)

"I think I'm done here, Doctor." He says once he can find his voice without it shaking. He can't hide the full crack and tremble laying beneath it, but at least he doesn't cry. He's almost forgotten that he had a silent audience.

Doctor Kairos nods and steps forward, reaching for the headband. "The memories should cut off once I take this off, Mister Wayne." She says, and fiddles with it for a moment. Behind her, the memory of himself and his father are walking outside. "I hope that wasn't too much for you?"

(The ticking of the machine grows louder, and the memory glitches.)

"No, no." Bruce assures with a smile that wasn't all Brucie Wayne yet. He looks down when he feels Damian's hand curl around his, and his son leans into his side. His smile softens, and he presses Damian closer. His other arm finds itself over Tim's shoulders as well, pressing him to his side.

"It was fine. Actually, it was an honor to be the first to try out your memory machine. I'm sure it will help many people." He tells her. She smiles slyly, and slides the headband off his head.

"That's what I'm hoping for, Mister Wayne." Doctor Kairos places the headband onto the table. The memory hasn't disappeared, Bruce notes with a furrow of his brows. And the audio has muffled slightly.

"I thought you said that the memory would cut off when the headband was off?" He asks. Kairos looks at him, and then behind her at the memory. She frowns.

"It should have--"

Little Bruce suddenly frowns, and looks away from Thomas. "Do you hear that?"

Bruce frowns. "I don't remember this." That wasn't in his memory. They just went straight to Monarch Theater without any issue.

Thomas looks down at his son, "What noise?" He asks, squeezing Bruce's hand. His head cranes, as if trying to hear whatever noise Bruce was hearing.

"That ticking sound." Bruce's frown deepens, "It sounds like your clock, dad."

Thomas' immediately frowns, looking so strikingly like Bruce that he marvels for a moment. He looks around as well. "...You're right. I hear it too." He steps a little closer to Bruce, his hand tightening around his.

A sense of unease fills Bruce's lungs. "What's going on?" He asks, taking a step away from the memory. This was different. This isn't his memory.

"I'm not sure." Doctor Kairos says, and her unsurety sounds so practiced and calm that Bruce's suspicion levels to her immediately. His boys look at her too with the same unease. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

She strides around the memory to the side of the machine just as a gold symbol appears on the ground. It looks like a giant roman clock, and a loud, clunky ticking fills the room.

The memories see it too, and Bruce's heart drops to his feet as he and the rest of the crowd back away from it. "Dad, what is that?!" Little Bruce exclaims, a look of fear morphing across his face as he suddenly clings to his dad's leg.

Thomas looks pale, looking at his feet and gripping little Bruce to him protectively. "I don't-- I don't know, Bruce."

(A memory that Bruce doesn’t have is his father arguing with a man named Clockwork. He does not see the man named Clockwork all but beg Thomas not to go out tonight.)

("Does something happen to Bruce?" His father asks the ghost.)

("No," the man says, "but--")

("But nothing, Clockwork." Thomas, once Danny, says firmly. "My son has been looking forward to this all week. I'm not going to crush his hopes by changing my mind last minute.")

("Thomas, please.")

("Look, if something happens tonight, I will handle it, okay?" Thomas assures him, a hand atop Clockwork's shoulder with a small smile. "I promise.")

(And then he leaves, Clockwork defeated in his wake.)

(Clockwork has seen this boy grow up from the shadows, and now he can do nothing to stop his fate like he once did before.)

The strange, clock-like circle, something intrinsically magic, begins to glow. The minute and hour hands tick faster and faster. Little Bruce holds onto his father like a lifeline, and Thomas Wayne crouches down to hold his son tighter, protectively.

Bruce Wayne turns away just as the light grows blinding, tucking Tim and Damian into his chest like a human shield. There is yelling and screams as the crowd tries to stampede away from it.

Bruce has no idea what this light will do, but he'd rather die than let his sons get hurt.

The light burns his eyelids even when he isn't facing it. And when it dies without even a burn across his back, Bruce slowly unfurls. His hands stay on his sons' shoulders, keeping them close to him, and he peers over his shoulder.

There on his knees, is Thomas Wayne, curled protectively around eight year old Bruce Wayne, much like Bruce had been. Bruce holds his breath, and his sons slowly unfurl themselves as well and peer around him.

Thomas Wayne is frozen in place for one second, two seconds, three. And then he begins to move. First, the tension drains out of his shoulders, and his head jerks, as if surprised that nothing has happened.

He looks up, his eyes open, and he and Bruce make eye contact. Bruce cannot breathe, and he cannot believe the sight before him. It's just the memory machine breaking. (Doctor C.W Kairos is nowhere to be found.)

And then recognition flickers in his father's face as his panting slows and quiets. His head tilts to the side like a fawn's, a familiar wrinkle appearing before his brows.

"Bruce?"

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp crossover #danny fenton is thomas wayne au #dftw au #oh my gfod this is so long #watercolour-carnations how does it feel to have singlehandedly revitalized my brainrot over this au #the fastest way to starry's heart is through their askbox #anyways i was thinking about this the whole time #the memory with clockwork was SUPPOSED to be seen by bruce honestly!#but i couldnt write it in properly #imo at least #io had to check the wordcount on this and this is THREE THOUSAND WORDS #OOPS I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE A 3k WORD ONESHOT #YOU KNOW. AS YOU DO

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OUTLAW (36)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Once you saw that the boys seemed to have gotten over their initial shock about the information Grimes had, you thought it would be okay to ask Yunho for that talk he promised you. You found him in his and Yeosang’s tent going through some things.

“Are you gonna tell me about this cult now?” You asked, taking a seat on the bedroll.

Yunho turned around when you spoke, sighing as he remembered what he had said. “It's a long story.” He told you.

“I have time.” You said, patting the spot next to you.

He gave you a grin, taking a seat behind you instead. You smiled softly, leaning back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer.

“On the outskirts of Aurora, there's this small compound called Strickland.” He began. “It's run by some guy named Z who acts as mayor basically. It has a lot of things inside it that can have it pass as its own town, honestly–has a city hall and academy. It's self sustainable, basically.”

“However, it's not at all what one sees from the outside.” You felt Yunho drop his head onto yours, tucking you under his chin.

“I'm assuming that's where the cult is hiding. Within the compound?” You spoke up.

“It's the entire compound, actually.” Yunho told you. “Sciensalver is the cult run by this chemist.”

“A chemist? Why?”

“Because he's trying to create a drug to turn people into emotionless capsules.” Yunho tightened his grip on your stomach for a moment before letting go.

It was obvious the boys all had their anger against whoever this cult was. You didn’t have any information with them, but if they were trying to make people do things against their will, it was obvious they were the worst kinds of criminals. You scoffed at the idea of them just living their life while your boys had to scavenge for food and find a place that wouldn’t turn them in to the police.

“Within the compound, the police of Aurora won't dare to get involved. They just turn a blind eye to them.” He added.

You began to think of Klein and how he was involved in the whole thing. Hongjoong was right when he said people change. However, to change so drastically to the point where he wanted to command people? That was something different all together. What could Klein possibly need emotionless citizens for?

“But then why would the mayor of Cromer be involved with them?” You asked.

“We'd have to ask Klein himself.” Yunho answered.

It had been a while ago when Klein first raised the taxes. It was a hardly noticeable incline two years ago. Your parent’s thought nothing of it because the city was growing and things needed to get done in order to have a better infrastructure. However, in the past year, he’s raised taxes once every month.

It wasn’t so long ago that the taxes raised 2 percent from the last billing. You could only imagine how much it would be this coming month. People were starting to complain, but the mayor was refusing to hold a town meeting over it. The citizens weren’t getting answers and you were starting to figure out why.

“What's going through your pretty head?” He asked, after he noticed how quiet you had gotten. He placed his chin on your shoulder, rubbing your cheek with his.

“Ever since Klein appointed a new judge, he started raising the taxes. Slowly at first, but he must be getting greedy.” You explained.

“Who's the judge?” Yunho asked.

“Thomas Quaid, he's been judge for two years maybe?” You pondered. “A bit more.”

“Where's he from?” Yunho frowned, scooting over a bit to look at you properly.

“Aurora.” You spoke quietly.

Thomas Quiad was appointed judge around the same time Klein first started raising taxes. While you had only met him in person when you married Yeosang the other day, you had heard from your parents the kind of campaign he was running to be appointed county judge.

“I don't think Klein is taking money from the people without knowing where it's going. He has been one of the greatest mayors Cromer has ever had. He would never take from the poor when he himself knows what it's like.” You explained.

“And?” Yunho shrugged.

“I think Quaid has something to do with Sciensalver. He's probably feeding Klein lies.” You answered.

“We'll add it to the plan.” He hummed, scooting back behind you.

He moved his hands to your hips, wanting you to turn around to face him. Instead, you only turned to your side, tucking your head under his chin as your legs fell over his thighs.

You began to think to yourself about how much Yunho seemed to know about that man. This was part of their backstory. The reason they all came together. They had something to do with the Black Pirates–of which you still had no clue of–but you figure they were the group trying to take down Strickland.

This was your chance at finding out more of their story. You held yourself back so many times, but you were a part of their family now and families knew everything about each other. Just like you told them your story, you wanted to learn about theirs.

“Yunho?” You asked quietly.

“Yes, Angel?” He hummed.

“How do you guys know all this about Strickland?” You asked.

Yunho sighed, placing a hand on your thigh to pull you closer. “We were born into it.”

“Our families all had ties to Strickland–they were a part of the compound.” He began. “It was sad because most of the people there have no clue, but we knew the truth. They don't know about what their so-called mayor is doing to people.”

“The Black Pirates captured Yeosang once, so we all went to rescue him. It was where we learned about the stuff they were making inside. So we joined with the black pirates to help them take down Sciensalver.” He explained.

“Things were fine for a while, but we got caught taking information we weren't supposed to. That's why we went our separate ways a year ago. Cromer was gonna be our rendezvous point after everything blew over. However, Mingi and Joong became outlaws, so that was a mayor problem.” He snickered at the end.

You turned around in his lap, legs straddling his waist. “But you guys made it work.” You smiled.

“Yeah, we always do.” He told you softly. “We've been doing this for a long time.”

“We start the plans now.” Hongjoong called from outside the tent. You both turned as he opened up the flap. “Everything has changed with this new information.”

He turned around, grinning at you. “Princess? Mind helping?”

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chocolate cake

A/N: for my Tommy and his darling wife!au. we meet grace in this one... continued in the drunk lunch. warnings: not canon. sexual themes, mentions/alluding to smut but no smut. fluff. language, general other peaky blinders shenanigans. (alcohol, smoking etc) 2.3k words

As your marriage to Thomas Shelby went on, there were things he discovered about you that he hadn’t known about prior to your vows.

Like how you stole all of the blankets in your sleep, leaving him to freeze with no blankets, your grip on the blankets unbreakable, even in your deepest sleep.

Or, how much you enjoyed writing letters. He grew to love your handwriting. Grew fond of the little notes you’d leave for him in the domestic parts of your home. Some simple and sweet, and others laced with the intention of getting him rather riled up for later.

He loved how intentionally you selected your outfits for the day, how much you fussed over your hair and lipstick being just right. He’d sit and watch as you finger combed through your curls, getting the waves right.

He loved how bright you are. He knew you were bright before he married you, yes, but upon finding the right place for you at Shelby Company Limited, he was astounded at how quickly you caught on to everything he had given you charge over. You were fantastic with numbers, quicker with them than he was. Good with wording correspondence. He also thought you looked bloody beautiful sitting at the desk at the other end of his office. You told him you didn’t have to be in his office to be his new secretary, but he assured you that he wanted you in his office. Wanted to spend every second with you that he could. And every chance he got to lay eyes on you, he took. It took some getting used to–having his beautiful bride in his office everyday. He didn’t get nearly as much work done the first few weeks, but after the novelty wore off, the two of you fell into a good routine. Every Friday you’d walk into the office to see a fresh bouquet of flowers from your husband sitting on the corner of your desk.

“Mr. Shelby, it appears someone is trying to romance me,” you giggled, reading the card in the flowers the first Friday he had the idea. The card was incredibly raunchy, something you couldn’t believe he would’ve narrated to the flower shop man.

“Is it working?” he smirked at you from behind his paper, sitting at his desk.

“Yes.” you smiled back.

But his favorite thing he’d discovered after you’d married, was your love for celebration, and your ability to bake.

When you got married in March, you were dismayed that you had to wait a whole ten months to celebrate your husband's birthday in January. “You have almost a whole year to think of how to royally embarrass me, my darling.” he had told you.

He was turning thirty-one, and you had wanted to make it a special day with you and his family.

You’d spent the night before his birthday holed up in the kitchen, shooing Frances away, assuring her you knew what you were doing and you didn’t need any help. Your Thomas loved chocolate, and a chocolate cake is what he got.

He returned home late that evening, just as you were tucking the frosted cake into the icebox for the celebration dinner you had planned for the next evening. “Darling?” he called from the foyer.

“In the kitchen!” you called back, smoothing down your hair, unknowingly spreading flower and sugar throughout it.

He chuckled when he saw you. Hair adorned with sugar and flower, the front of your apron messy from where you’d wiped your hands repeatedly on it, and a slight bit of chocolate on the corner of your lips from where you’d taste tested. “Hello there,” he chuckled as you untied your apron. “You’ve got a little something here,” he told you, smiling down as he wiped at the chocolate with his thumb. You stood on your toes to kiss him. He moaned into the kiss before you pulled away. “Smells wonderful in here, what is it?”

“You’ll have to wait ‘till tomorrow!” you tell him in a sing-song voice, dancing away from his hands to the sink.

“You don’t have to do that tonight, love, it’s late. Let Frances do it.” he told you as you went to the sink and started scrubbing at the dishes.

“If I don’t, it’ll be harder to get clean tomorrow. It won’t take me long. Plus, I have other plans for tomorrow, and I already told Frances she could turn in for the evening,” you tell him, turning the water on. He took his jacket off and began to unclasp his cufflinks, putting them in the dish you kept for your rings at times like this, and rolled his sleeves up.”What’re you doing?” you ask as he stands next to you.

“Helping,” he said simply, holding the drying towel as you passed him the first of many spoons that needed washing. “When your hands start to turn pruney, switch me and I’ll wash and you can dry.” he told you, sliding the spoon into the drawer with the rest of the silverware.

“You surprise me everyday, Thomas Shelby.” you smile at him, continuing to scrub.

You asked about his day and he told you of several conversations he’d had in your absence at the office. He told you of the new barmaid that Harry had hired, and he had an odd feeling about her.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“She kept eyeing me.” he said as he pulled your hands from the dirty water, signaling you it was his time to wash.

“Eyeing you?” you ask, heart sinking a little.

He smiled at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nothing to be worried about my love, she’s–not someone I’d be interested in,” noticing your apprehension, he wiped his hands on the dish towel and turned to you, taking your head in his hands. “She’s not you. I’m madly in love with you, eh?” he told you. You nodded, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The next evening after the company was closed for the weekend, you all headed to the Garrison to celebrate Tommy’s birthday. You’d asked Frances to drop the cake off at the Garrison that afternoon.

When you entered the Garrison, you were greeted by a number of “regulars” who you had grown to know and care for. Caleb, one of them, was a young man, probably sixteen, who was infatuated with you. At first you were afraid of his advances, not wanting Tommy to hurt the poor man. “Darling, I know it’s just puppy love. I know you need a man,” he had nearly growled in your ear, making you bite your lip and squeeze your legs together under the table.

“Good evening, Mrs. Shelby!” Caleb waved to you from the bar.

“Evening, Caleb!” you waved back to him as he smiled from ear to ear. Tommy’s hand was on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the snug, where his family waited with confetti, whiskey, beer and party blowers. And of course, the cake.

You caught the eye of the new barmaid, and she instantly made your blood boil. She looked at you as if she may cry.

“Does she always look like that?” you asked Tommy over your shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Like she’ll burst into tears at any given moment.” you said.

Tommy just smirked, opening the door to the snug. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” everyone yelled as he walked through the door. He looked at you with an incredulous smile as confetti fell onto his hat and shoulders.

“Come on, ya mad bastard, so we can eat this lovely cake your wife made!” Arthur said, hurrying the birthday man to sit down.

All of you were crowded around the table, sitting shoulder to shoulder as you passed pieces of cake around, and toasted to the birthday boy. “Thirty one miserable years. May the next thirty one be better than the first thirty one,” John joked. Everyone laughed and toasted, beer sloshing over the sides of their mugs.

You’d made advances at him all evening, undressing him with your eyes, pressing small kisses to his jawline, a hand on his thigh, fiddling with his ring when you held his hand, all things that you’d discovered that drive him wild.

After everyone was properly drunk, Tommy excused the two of you for the evening. “Let’s go to my upstairs office, since you can’t seem to wait until we get home,” he rasped low in your ear, hand around your waist as he guided you upstairs, the barmaid's eyes not leaving your back for a minute.

Tommy closed his office door with his foot, his hands too preoccupied with pushing your coat off your shoulders.

Thirty minutes later, after a long round merciless teasing on your end, and begging and cursing on your husbands, your knees ached; but your husband was breathless in front of you, his chest heaving as you rested your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him from your position between his legs on the floor.

“Fucking perfect angel, my wife is.” he told you, reaching for a cigarette in his top desk drawer. You move yourself up to sit on his lap, taking the cigarette from him, lighting it between your lips before passing it to him.

“Happy birthday, my love.” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his jawline, resting your head on his shoulder. He smokes, allowing his breathing to return to normal and the flush to fade from his cheeks and neck. After he finishes his cigarette, he tucks himself back into his pants, readjusts his suspenders and straps his holster back around his shoulders before pulling his jacket over his broad shoulders. “Ready?” you ask, standing by the door.

“Yes,” he says, looking around the office, a confused look on his face. “Do you think I left my hat in the snug?” he asked.

“Probably, we can go look.” you tell him, taking his hand as he locks the door of his office.

The Garrison was nearly empty now, his family and most patrons long gone by this time of night. The barmaid was wiping down the bar when you two walked by. “Mrs. Shelby,” she called out to you, her accent striking to your ears. Tommy kept walking towards the snug. “Where did you get your dress? It’s beautiful.” she said, a small smile attempting to form on her lips.

“Mrs. Johnson’s, on Rickter street.” you say, eyeing her carefully. She shrinks under your scrutinous gaze.

“Mr. Shelby’s birthday is today?” she asks.

“Yes.” you tell her shortly as Tommy returns with his hat.

“It was in there, love.” he tells you, hat in his hand. “Grace,” he nods to the barmaid.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Shelby.” she says, a flash of seduction in her tone.

“Thank you,” Tommy held out his hand for you to take after he secured his cap on his head. “Goodnight, Grace.”

“Goodnight,” she called out, but the doors slammed shut behind you two before either of you could hear her.

You were quiet on the ride home, hand resting on Tommy’s thigh as he drove you two home. “You alright?” he asked when he pulled into the circular driveway of your home.

“Yes. Perfectly alright.” you told him, faking a smile.

“Did the barmaid say something to you?” he asked.

“I just–can’t shake this feeling, Thomas.” you tell him, worry spreading across your features.

“We’ll figure it out, my love. Try and put it out of your mind for tonight, yeah?” he told you. You nodded your head in agreement.

The next morning you woke up naked in Tommy’s arms, your back against his chest. Your legs burned, and there was a familiar ache between your legs from the second half of your husband's birthday present you’d delivered after returning home. He groaned as he began to wake up, rolling onto his back to stretch his legs. “Good morning,” you tell him, flipping to your stomach to stretch your arms and legs simultaneously.

“Good morning,” he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep. “Thank you for such a wonderful birthday, Sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome. Did you like your cake?” you ask.

“It was the best birthday cake I’ve ever eaten.” he told you, raking a hand through his hair. “Do we have any leftovers? I’d like some for breakfast.” he smirked at you, reaching for a cigarette. “I liked everything you did for my birthday.” he said, pulling you into his chest, a cheeky tone to his voice.

“Yeah?” you asked, cheeks flushing.

“Yes. That red robe… I really like that.” he said, eyeing where he had thrown it the night before on the chair in the corner of the room.

“I’ll wear it more often.” you told your husband, rolling on top of him, your mind a million miles away from all the worries you had the night before about the barmaid.

Grace entered the museum, aware of her meeting place with Inspector Campbell. She quickly walked through the halls, finding the room he had described to her. She nervously fiddled with the hem of her sleeve, waiting for him to round the corner-make his presence known.

“Any luck with Thomas Shelby?” his deep voice rasped as he came around the corner.

“Not so far,” she said quietly. “I think getting close to him will prove to be far harder than we thought. He is besotted with his wife.” she said, a twinge of jealousy in her voice.

The inspector breathed out a “pft”. “No man like Thomas Shelby is besotted with a wife for long. Men like him stray easily.”

She chuckled. “You didn’t see the way he looked at her.” she said. “And,” she added quickly. “You didn’t see what she looks like.”

“Then get close to the wife.” Campbell ground out, jaw locked tight.

Grace’s pulse sped up. “That is–another angle.”

And thus began Grace’s attempt at friendship with Mrs. Thomas Shelby.

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kazucafe · 9 months

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love language. [ modern au ] — the little things they do to remind you that they love you.

characters: albedo, xiao, kazuha, diluc genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship note: yet another one posted on my old account, i hope you like this one too :> likes and reblogs would be highly appreciated!

if there's anyone who could ever know you better than you know yourself, it's albedo. does it come as a surprise? no, not when he cherishes you and wants to always be able to provide you with whatever you need. he's a keen observer, silently noting the things that make you happy, what upsets you, how to comfort you, and so on. remember that thing you said you wanted three weeks ago? no? albedo got it for you anyway. maybe it wasn't that important to you, but it made you smile nonetheless — that's why he'll always remember.

xiao normally wakes up before you and goes out to get some fresh air before eating breakfast. he worries you might feel lonely waking up alone, which prompts him to leave short notes saying “did you sleep well?” and “i'll be back for breakfast, wait for me.” he disappears randomly, but always leaves some sort of reassurance that he'll return and that he's thinking of you while he's away. once he comes back, he gives you things like a flower he picked up or even an oddly shaped pebble because it reminded him of you.

this one seems obvious enough. kazuha makes it a habit to write poems and little love letters for you. the sappiest most beautiful ones are when he speaks of the sound of your laughter, the comfort of your heartbeat, how radiantly you shine in his eyes... the list goes on. he's flattered when you constantly praise him for his way with words — “well, they are, after all, a reflection of my muse,” he responds.

if diluc ever comes home late from work (that's if he ever gets off work late— he usually never does, he loves his time with you way too much and never wants to be apart. needless to say, he abhors overtime.) and you've passed out waiting for him, he'll tuck you under your blanket and hold you in his arms until sleep overtakes him beside you. on weekends, he'll plan outings with you to unwind; if you prefer staying in, though, he'll stay beside you as he reads a book.

on one of your dates, you and thoma bought a potted plant to add some life to your home, and he's probably more enthusiastic about taking care of it than you are— you caught him baby-talking one morning while he was watering it, which you never stop teasing him over. whenever thoma is away for days at a time, he takes it with him. he says it's like a lucky charm because it holds one of his favorite memories with you. in a way, he feels as if he's taking you everywhere he goes, and he likes it that way.

#[ ✒️ ] — my works.#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #diluc x reader #thoma x reader

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space-dreams-world · 2 years

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New Au: Bruce Wayne née Fenton:

DP x DC AU:

Thomas Wayne is a doctor, right? Anyway Danny Fenton is studying medicine so he can better help/protect Dani and her clone bros in case they destabilize again. The thing is that Danny and Thomas look exactly alike so much that they could be mistaken for twins, save a few features.

Danny befriends him and they get along swimmingly.

(Danny is generally a good person, Gotham, welcomes the extra help and energy he provides for the city. He becomes known as the Angel of Gotham, and Bruce's favorite hero the Grey ghost was inspired by his acts.)

He introduces him to a pre-pregnant Martha Wayne and they also get along very well, until tragedy strikes.

Thomas is infertile and or most of his sperm lead to miscarriages. Due to the pressure of the public, parents and age, Thomas asks Danny if he could help them out so to speak. (Alternatively, I would like it if they were a polycule. Also Alfred knows. To avoid scandal as well, since Danny and Thomas look so similar.)

A few months later, Bruce Wayne is born to the happy couple's delight and Danny only asks if he could be the boy's uncle or godfather.

Danny spends the next few years visiting the family in between taking care of the Infinite realms. Then tragedy strikes again, and Bruce is an orphan, Danny comes a few days later thinking everything is okay, when it's not. He is devastated to find out that his friends are dead and decides to help Alfred raise the boy.

(Afterwards he goes to their graves and promises he'll do what he can to help raise their son, not realizing that their spirits are right behind him, thanking him.)

The years go by and Bruce grows up relatively normal.

(One night Danny tucks him into bed, and Bruce tirelessly says thank you dad. Danny overhears this and is struck with grief as he knows his true birthright, but thinks it's for Thomas.)

When Bruce disappears to train to become the Batman, Danny and Alfred both panic as neither can find him. They decide to continue as normal with Danny visiting Alfred sometimes.

(During this time Danny helps with Gotham, brings food to the circus acts that come to town, helps abused women get on their feet from their husbands, helps street kids get better shelter, food, water, helps at the hospital when they need it, even helps give birth to a baby Drake, etc..)

When Bruce comes back to Gotham, Danny is nowhere to be found or at least hasn't been to the Manor in a few months. That gets put on the backburner as he now is the Dark knight and has to help Gotham.

(Danny is on vacation with his kids and their aunt.)

Side note: Bruce doesn't really have powers, just his limits are a lot higher than normal, ie:

Slight super strength, some floating = gliding, advanced healing but not by much, higher tolerance to pain and slight invisibility = camouflage with the shadows. If Bruce got more ecto energy than maybe he might develop, but it is unlikely.

Two situations where Bruce confronts his birth father:

1- Justice league needs to summon a ghost specialist as something supernatural is afoot. They summon Phantom as he is seen as a friendly guide to spirits, shades, etc.…

The moment Danny locks eyes with Batman he rushes straight out of the summon circle and goes to hug Batman. Everyone is confused as they thought he would attack, but he is just scolding Batman for disappearing without leaving a note for him and A. Batman is confused as he doesn't recognize him and Phantom asks if there is anyone he trusted with his identity.

Basically Superman and Wonder Woman stay as Danny de-transforms and now Bruce recognizes him.

2- The bat family have died a lot, and so one day, Bruce gets hurt and to check for poison in his blood he runs through the Bat computer to find out his blood is different than before as part of his DNA is unknown now, so he thinks that the Bat computer is faulty, not before Alfred reveals to him the truth of his birth.

(1 and 2 can go together. You can do a reverse where female Danny Fenton looks like Martha Wayne and she is infertile, where the roles are reversed, but Bruce is still a boy.)

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ye-olde-sodor · 3 months

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“You still don’t get it, do you?” A Villain!Percy one shot fic!

Psst, @puffpal7 remember that Villain Au of Percy you mentioned? Here you go :3

Thomas struggled to open his eyes. His body ached and his eyes stun. He tried to move, but he groaned in pain as he did. He was half tempted to just shut his eyes again, and go back to sleep, but the sight of an unfamiliar room replaced his weariness and pain with panic.

His eyes shot open as he scanned the room. Boxes and other clutter littered the ground while spiderwebs were tucked away in corners and crevasses. The only light in the room came from the night sky that seeped into the room from a nearby window. The rest of the room was covered in darkness.

He tried to get up, but he found his limbs tied to the chair he was sitting on. He tried to break the bonds holding him but they wouldn't budge. Panic turned to desperation as he tugged and pulled at the ropes, and as he did so the chair only creaked and groaned. Try as he might, he just couldn't break them.

Suddenly, he heard the creaking of an old wooden door. His head darted to the left, and he was relived when he saw who it was.

"Percy! Oh thank the Lady, I thought I'd never see you again! Where have you been?! We've been looking all over for-"

"Shut it." Percy replied coldly.

Thomas was stunned by the reply. "What?"

Percy shut the door behind him, and stepped closer to Thomas. As soon as the moonlight hit Percy's body, Thomas saw the drastic change in his friend. His once long and green hair was now black and didn't even touch his shoulders. His eyes felt meaner, colder even, as they glared at the man in the chair. Thomas felt his body turn cold and stiff at the changes.

"Percy...what's gotten into you? What's going on?! Where am I?!" Thomas cried in desperation for some sort of comfort from his friend.

Percy's face turned into a scowl as Thomas tried to remember how he had gotten here. "You really don't remember, do you?"

"Remember what?!" Thomas cried out. "Percy, this isn't funny! Let me go!"

"You still don't get it, do you?"

Desperation grew into terror and confusion. "Get what?! What don't I get?! Talk to me!"

"Thomas, you know damn well what this is about," he began, "It's about us. It's about me. It's about me being in your shadow since the Reverend first wrote about us!"

"I was always the small guy!" Percy went on angerly. "I was always the baby of the team! The Green Thomas! The weird little guy that follows Thomas! Just another character for Thomas to talk to and mock! No one even bothers to listen to me because of it!"

Percy threw his hands up. "Half of the people on this island don't even know my name, Thomas! My NAME. Even after I've been delivering their mail for over sixty years!"

"You will never understand what that feels like. How much that hurts me!" He yelled at the man tied to the chair.

Thomas was stunned by what his friend had told him, but he felt shame more so then betrayal. He hadn't realized how his friend had been feeling, and now that he did, he suddenly understood why he was avoiding him.

"Percy, I didn't-"

"You didn't know?" he interrupted with a sad smile on his face as he went on. "I'll admit, that was one me...If I wasn't such a pushover back then I would've said something. Maybe things would've been better."

"But now," he went on with a smirk, "Now I can...and now I'm going to make everyone know how they've wronged us!"

"...Us?" Thomas questioned.

"The Diesels. Or more specifically...Diesel 10."

"10?!" Thomas yelled in shock. "Why would you help Diesel 10?! Out of all the diesels-"

"Don't you remember when I brought you here? Don't you remember seeing how run down this place is?"

Thomas frantically tried to remember what Percy was refering to, and as he did so it finally came together. Supplies from the Steamworks have been going missing, and eventually Kevin himself disapeared.

Victor and Thomas split up to search for him, but he somehow ended up at Vickarstown. He must've taken a wrong turn somewhere, because the last thing he remembers was rushing into a decrepit building and being grabbed by Den and Dart.

He remembered the dark and derelict building that was falling apart at the seams. It recked of oil, grease, and other much fouler smells Thomas didn't want to recall. His nose burned at the memory.

He remembered being shocked at how ruined everything was, and being mortified that there were people living in such a wasteland. The Diesels that he was friends with were sleeping on matts next to barrel fires. He felt sick upon seeing it.

Percy saw the look of shock and realization his Thomas' face, and so he went on with a smirk.

"Topham doesn't listen to the Diesels...just like how you and everyone else didn't listen to me. They know what it's like. Unlike everyone else, they get me!" He yelled at him.

"Percy, 10 is an evil diesel!" Thomas yelled. "He's just using you to get what he wants!"

"Oh he probably is," Percy said nonchalantly, "Knowing the history between you two he'll robably use me as bait to get you to rush to the rescue...But I have a plan for him should he try to do such a thing."

He stepped closer to Thomas, gently leaning over the chair, with his grin growing into a manic smile.

"You could say I picked up a few of his habits."

Suddenly, a knock on the door brought the two men out of their thoughts.

"Ey Perc!" Bert yelled from the other side of the door. "We're almost ready to go! Boss is waiting for ya!"

"Already?!" Percy yelled. "I thought we needed another hour?!"

"Nope! The Steamworks crane is locked up and the supplies are all counted for!"

"Damn, I can't believe Dennis actually did something!" Percy whispered to himself. "Alright we'll head out in a moment!" He yelled back.

"Percy, please" Thomas begged. "This isn't going to work! You're going to get people hurt. You'll get hurt!"

"I appreciate the concern," Percy mocked, "But as you'll soon see, I am the one pulling the strings here! Not him, not you, not anyone else but me!...Now if you'll excuse me...I have a Steamworks to steal."

Percy turned his back on his former friend as Thomas continued to reason with him. His pleas fell on death ears as Percy calmly walked out of the storage room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Thomas, both out of desperation and frustration at himself, tugged at the ropes again, but this time he could feel something begin to bend. With a might heave, he heard the chair crack underneath him. It was a small crack, meaning that it would take some time to fully break the chair, but Thomas had found a new sense of hope.

#ttte #ttte thomas #ttte percy #ttte au #ttte humanized #this has been in my drafts for months lmao #since november of last year-#yikes #be free my son-

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little-cereal-draws · 3 months

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Button House dog rescue au pt 2

Alison and Mike turn Button House into a dog rescue instead of an event hall and the ghosts are the dogs they have. Just some headcanons abt how their life would be. Read pt 1 first for this to make sense

pt 1 pt 3

"bath time" is an all day activity that is also a fully body work out. Some of the smaller dogs like Fanny and Kitty are able to get baths in the sink and are the easiest to do. Fanny looks like a demon when her fur is wet and glares at everybody the whole time. Kitty will cry at the beginning but if she can take one of her toys with her, she usually forgets and has a great time

the medium to large sized dogs get to go in the bathtub (but not the Cooper's personal one). Whenever Mike bathes Julian he wears his swimsuit bc Julian has so much fun splashing around that the entire room is going to be soaked by the end. They have to keep the towels in the hall so they don't get wet too. The Captain hates bathtime and will do anything to avoid it. He usually ends up trying to hide somewhere but is never any good at it. Multiple times, Alison's found him just standing in the corner, tucking his head against the wall. He tries to climb out of the bath every two seconds so you have to use one hand to keep him in and use the other to wash him. He cries the whole time. Humphrey just sits down in the warm water and goes to sleep. It's like a nice relaxing spa. A few times Alison has come in asking what's taking so long and he's gone to sleep in Mike's hand. Mike doesn't want to wake him up so he just has to hold his head until he wakes up by himself

Robin's too big for the tub and just gets hosed down outside. He doesn't particularly enjoy it and will try to walk away if he can. Whoever's holding him in place also gets hosed down by proximity. The other dogs love to run through the hose and try to bite the water which can make this process take even longer

unfortunately, a lot of the dogs they have now are herding dogs (Pat, Thomas, and the Captain) and they will try to herd the other dogs, Alison, and Mike. There have been a few particularly disastrous occasions where all three of them had conflicting ideas on where the group should go and pushed them back and forth until everyone on the inside was confused and terrified of what was going on. The easiest targets are Mary, Humphrey, and Kitty but occasionally Julian will find himself lumped in too. Despite his tiny size, only Pat's brave enough to go after Robin and will nip at his heels until he listens. (Corgis are used to herd things ten times their size like cows and horses so he's not scared of a big dog like Robin at all. When it comes to herding, corgis fear no man and no god)

Alison took them on a fieldtrip once to a farm that had a bunch of actual sheep for them to herd and it was the best day of their lives. As they pulled up and saw the sheep, there were so many happy tippytaps and butt wags. Getting them out of the car was probably the hardest because they kept wanting to run over there right this instant!! The Captain especially; Alison had to say, "No, Captain, we're going to wait and we're going to stay" like twenty times which was a very disappointing number for him. She even had to push his butt down to get him to sit when it wasn't his turn which was very embarrassing… but how could he be expected to listen and follow orders when there were real live actual sheep right there, Alison!? He kept creeping forward one inch at a time when he thought she wasn’t looking

when it was Thomas' turn to herd them he was pretty good except he kept stopping to check if Alison was watching every five seconds. She was but he just had to make sure again

Robin has a bad habit of chasing birds and rabbits. Usually it's just for fun and he has no intention of doing anything when he catches up but on several occasions, he has killed them and brought them back to the house. He gets in huge trouble every time he does tho so he doesn’t do it super often. Alison and Mike try to figure out a way to use the meat either for their own food or the dogs’ so it doesn’t go completely to waste

Unfortunately, as they adjust more to being normal dogs, Julian and occasionally the Captain join Robin in these hunts. Julian is always very proud of himself when he catches something and doesn’t mind being yelled at. The Captain hates it so he usually lets whatever animal he’s chasing get away

Mike buys a remote control car and all the dogs chase it around the lawn. It’s a madhouse every time he gets it out. Robin, Julian, and surprisingly Mary are always in front followed by Thomas, Pat, and Kitty. The Captain tries his best and can stay near the front of the pack if he really wants to but because of his bad hips, he can only do it for short bursts before he has to lay down. Fanny never runs after it but loses her mind barking from the side. Humphrey tried to chase it the first few times they got it out but wasn’t able to sprint across the lawn at nearly the same speed with his little doggy wheel mobility aid and got left behind every time. He lost interest after he decided he would never catch it and just lays around while the others run now

Once Mike didn’t see him laying in the grass and ran the car right into his ribs. The Coopers will never forget the horrible yelp he let out. Mike held him and apologized the whole ride to the vet. Luckily nothing had broken but they did have to ice his ribs for a week. Mike felt so bad and gave him extra treats for a month. Humphrey wasn’t complaining lol

Mary likes to snuggle now. She didn’t used to when she first came but now she’ll try to climb in Alison’s lap crushing Fanny, Kitty, and usually Thomas in the process. She doesn’t understand she’s too big to be a lap dog. Alison moves her off and as long as she keeps petting her head, Mary will accept that

Pat follows Mike around the kitchen and “cleans the floor” as he cooks. He’s always too fast and close to the floor for Mike to grab the food before he can eat it. Mike's given up and will sometimes “accidentally drop” food he knows Pat particularly likes like cheese, tiny pieces of bacon, or eggs. This has to stay their little secret tho bc Alison will not be happy if she finds out

Kitty loves trying to play with Robin but Robin only notices she’s there abt half of the time. Their height difference is ridiculous and if Alison didn’t know Robin so well, she would worry that he’s going to accidentally step on her

Julian has peed in the house multiple times (he’s a jerk) but bc of the sheer number of dogs in the house, they can’t pin it on him for sure. He’s really good at acting innocent unlike Mary who looks guilty as soon as anyone's voice raises even if they're not even talking to her. Alison is suspicious of him but doesn’t have enough evidence and she’s determined to catch him one day

Alison balanced Fanny on Robin's back once. She looked terrified and started shaking with fear immediately. That was the end of that adventure

#i might do more if i think of them. this was fun #bbc ghosts #alison cooper #mike cooper #robin bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts robin #humphrey bone #sir humphrey bone #mary guppy #kitty higham #thomas thorne #fanny button #lady button #stephanie button #the captain bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts the captain #pat butcher #julian fawcett

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shinwoo · 1 year

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college au!genshin men and women ... when they catch you sleeping !

tw/cw: physical affection

special shoutout to @planetxiao (congrats on 800!!) for proofreading and just being a wonderful person in general <3

a/n: cheated with this one ngl LOL

a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a warm blanket draped over your shoulders as you softly snored away at your desk. they chuckle lightly at the dribble of drool peeking from the corner of your mouth, yet their eyes are still tender and filled with love. carefully and quietly, they close your books and journals, returning them to the spots they knew you liked to keep them. they save any files still open and charge your nearly dead laptop, a pleasant surprise in the morning for you when you wake up. finally satisfied that they've completed everything of significance, they wrap the blanket around you and carry you to your bed, tucking you in. they leave, returning with a water bottle to place within your reach, before climbing in bed next to you, lazily placing an arm around your waist.

❥ DILUC, ayato, zhongli, THOMA, ningguang (+ your fav)

they notice you dozing off—head snapping to attention before falling to the side again as you nod off—and hide their laugh behind their hand. after looking to both sides of them, they sneak a peck to your cheek before gently guiding your head down, using your textbooks as a makeshift pillow. taking off their jacket, they cover you with it, pulling the hood over your head so that you wouldn’t wake up blinded from the bright fluorescent overhead lights. returning to their seat, they spend the next hour or so (they lost track of time honestly) in the library admiring how cute you looked sleeping in their jacket. (they also pull out their phone to snap a few pictures of you, one of which is most definitely going to be a new wallpaper. you wake up to them asleep, their head resting on their forearm. your turn for pictures? of course, duh.)

❥ CHILDE, kaeya, YAE MIKO, itto, kazuha (+ your fav)

too busy relishing in the feeling of your arm tucked around their elbow, they're struggling to focus on the words on the pages of their book or the lyrics in the song playing in their ear. they let out a frustrated sigh as they try to read the same sentence again for the seventeenth time when your favorite song starts playing on the shuffled playlist. they take out an earbud to offer you but realize that you're fast asleep on their shoulder. blinking in surprise, their eyes start to trace the shape of your cheeks and the tip of your nose. warmth rises to the their ears when you nuzzle into them, trying to get comfortable, and they try to move a little as well to accommodate you. completely giving up on reading, they opt to rest their head on yours, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, the small bumps of the bus lulling them to sleep. (you both definitely miss your stop though... but you win some and you lose some...)

❥ ALHAITHAM, ei, cyno, XIAO, scaramouche (+ your fav)

their own eyelids were growing heavy, listening to the professor drone on about something related to derivates and second... wait, what was the professor talking about again? not like it mattered, but it was good to pay attention still in case it showed up on the midterm... they sighed and looked over at you. your cheek was squished flat against the palm of your hand as your eyelashes fluttered slightly despite your eyes being closed. you were fast asleep, the professor seeming to have bored you immensely too. it was a good day to sit in the back of the lecture hall as this particular calculus professor was known to humiliate sleepers in her class. a smile creeps onto their face as they watch your peaceful self snoozing away. reopening their laptop, they start to take notes, knowing that if they were to pay attention, the least they could do was help you out.

❥ TIGHNARI, albedo, GANYU, yanfei, kaveh (+ your fav)

#genshin shelf #genshin!fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x reader fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #let's play a game - what kind of music was i listening to while writing these? difficulty: medium #YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THE THIRD ONE BUT LET THEM BE HAPPY OKAY #shinwoo

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