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“I love Olivier very dearly. I wish to put him in a hydraulic press”
Admin note to the blog:
One eternity later…
Basically, there are enough confessions accumulated. As far as it is possible, there will be one post per day.
#vnc confessions#vanitas no carte#the case study of vanitas#positive confession#olivier obsidian#admin note#not related#the plan didn’t go as expected#the blog received confessions slowly#but i think this hiatus didn’t help#so in fthe future#i will simply let it accumulate from a week to the next#which means if one week i have 1 confession and in schedule it#but then i receive 10 next day#I won’t post them until next week#spoiler#it won’t happen#confession 1302
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“Flashbacks and Height Differences” (Ramattra x Reader)
Author's Note: I've never written anything so fast. Also, got a lot more other fic ideas (that don't include a hurt reader, sorry about that pattern). Thank you all for the feedback the other fic got, I wasn't expecting it. As usual, excuse any grammar errors.
Word Count: 1302
Tags: light angst; fluff; a not so subtle confession; they are stubborn and in love, your honor;
Zazen is an ancient technique of meditation in which no matter the emotion one feels, no matter how strong or violent, one remains motionless. The discipline is in continuing to sit still. Ramattra tried that one too, among all the other techniques he knew, with no clarification.
He sat on the ground of a rooftop terrace for meditation in Nepal, at the monastery his brother served. His staff was laid on his crossed legs and its dark orb slowly floated above the same way the incense fume moved through the air. His thoughts were still unbearable, no matter what he did.
In the distance, soft steps were heard, he knew that walking pattern and you knew where to find him.
Ramattra sensed your presence entering the terrace but did not react when the supposed meditation state was disturbed.
You took a seat next to him, mimicking his posture and closing your eyes without saying a word.
An omnic and a human, meditating side by side underneath a night sky. Who was out of place? The truth is that you two became a pair for the monks there, seeing you so often together. Even Zenyatta hummed in contentment when he silently passed by that scene.
From time to time you opened your eyes to look at Ramattra with your peripheral sight. The other times, he would do the same, carefully turning his head inches to you, black cables sliding on his shoulder. Seeing you next to him only worsened the growing murmur of the thoughts he tried so hard to discard. You also knew something was off but waited patiently. A long sight coming from him announced that something was going to almost be said.
"I was not expecting that level of irrationality from you." He taunted in a clear voice. "When all of the facts and odds were against your chance and you knew that." Ramattra's indignation grew stronger and it could be heard.
You kept your eyes closed for a while, taking in his reaction, understanding for how long he kept it to himself. To be exact, for almost a month, when something went incredibly wrong.
The decision to assist Ramattra in his daily duties was taken by you with warm excitement. Being busy with the thought that your presence was pleasant, he did not expect an attack from some other humans. All Junkers, with a burning desire to tear his pieces off, not knowing who he was. They were many but not a number you two could not handle.
"How could you hurt one of yours?" He growled in disbelief and anger.
You moved quickly intending to guard Ramattra's back. The gesture was unfortunately realized by the Junkers who have become revolted by the idea of shielding one of those sinister omnics. In the blink of an eye, you could block a hit that targeted Ramattra.
The blow was tougher than you expected, knocking you down in an instant. Everyone froze when the omnic turned around to see his...cherished one, knocked out. The tension grew stronger with each of his heavy breaths.
Before losing touch with everything, you could only catch a glimpse of Ramattra. His posture was not straight anymore, his free hand was clenched into a fist, and the orb from his staff ignited with dark outrage. That was how you knew, the Junkers should have been frightened.
Before unleashing his retribution and turning into his nemesis form, he looked closely at each of their faces. He saw so many humans but no humanity.
Ramattra could not recall the payback that well, what he remembered in detail was what followed. Kneeling and pulling your body in his secure arms to check your vitals, an old and blurred flashback of him holding an injured dear omnic friend, hit him with full force. He was holding you the same way he held one of his people.
Zenyatta could also remember that day, especially the sheer panic of his brother when his larger form stormed inside the monastery calling for him in a strangled tone he did not hear from his brother before.
Ramattra's found family was all gone, the only one remaining was Zenyatta, and even without knowing whatever you were to him. He could not let you go yet.
"Don't you dare leave my side." He whispered close to your face before letting you into his brother's care.
As the rush of memories disappeared from both of you, Ramattra stood up now, the night breeze moving the ends of his scarf behind him.
"Answer me!" He demanded, striking the ground with his staff. "Why would you put yourself at risk for me?" His words echoed through the place made for quietness.
At his impatience, you finally opened your eyes to look at him.
"The same reason as yours." You explained cautiously, slowly getting up to face him from a distance.
"That was not an answer. A reason for what precisely?" His patience, calmness, and composure were all gone. "You do not get to try to protect me and not tell me why!" He moved swiftly towards you.
Your arm got caught and your body roughly pulled against his.
In your eyes, Ramattra was always a stunning sight, but from up close it was breathtaking. The height difference forced you to tilt your head up. Tiny superficial scars decorated his white faceplate here and there, holding stories, tragedies. Metallic ribcage moving almost in sync with your chest when breathing. His seemingly exposed omnic eyes gleamed from underneath the solid mask.
The coldness of the metal against your warm skin was a reminder that he was still holding you. Ramattra rarely moved absent-mindedly, so holding you for longer was an honest intention.
You looked at each other for a little too long.
"I do not get to do that?" You repeated his words. "As I don't get to dare to leave your side?" Ramattra was stunned by his own words coming from your mouth. "Why did you stay by my bedside every day when I was hurt?" You finally asked, turning the tables. "Tell me, Ramattra."
The omnic hesitated, taking a step back, something you never saw him do.
After the attack, you spent a couple of days in bed there, in Nepal, under Zenyatta's art of healing. Every day or even at night, when you opened your eyes weakly for seconds, all you could see was Zenyatta's healing orb floating above your head and Ramattra next to you. He was always in the same spot, either fixing something from his components either meditating, or waiting (no one could tell between the last two).
At first, there was anger, because of you, him, the Junkers, the way he fell for someone he was not supposed to, and the fact that his source of tranquility has become you. Understanding that there was no other outlet for his thoughts and feelings, Ramattra had to confess.
Not knowing how to say it, he did another action you never expected him to do. He bent one knee before you, not breaking eye contact. For what he wanted to say, for once, he wanted your height differences to be reversed. Your hands instinctively cupped his face. Ramattra did not push you away or pull himself away.
He was defeated, yet it did not feel pride-crushing or tense. Ramattra could feel peace again, little by little, in time.
"The most dangerous thing is to have someone worth losing." He finally confessed in a heavy tone.
You looked at him with tenderness, sharing his emotions from long before.
"Then, we will look after each other." You said, letting him get up but grasping his hand.
He nodded once before making a promise to himself and you.
"Then, we will fight for each other."
#ramattra#ramattra x reader#ramattra fanfic#overwatch ramattra#ow2 ramattra#overwatch fic#Overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch scenario
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Gay people Online edition [REAL NOT CLICKBAIT]
by EmptySpacePerson
Twitter AU where Itadori is a popular idol and everyone else are well known (inside this community) online fans.
Hijinks and elaborate 12 size, times new roman font style confessions of love ensue...
Death Demon @2Faced-Spirit
@DisfigureDeath Mahito, 23yo Male. You were born in Tokyo. You currently live at XXX Street. Your phone number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. You have no living family. You began posting about JJK and Yuuji content three years ago when you were 19. Birthday is May 20th. You roleplayed as a ‘curse’ in a discord server for 6 ½ years. Your character was a curse born of human transgressions that wished to eradicate the human race. This specific character is now deceased, killed by a young sorcerer who is the vessel of an ancient curse. Your first boyfriend is Junpei Yoshino. You dated for seven months and four weeks before he filed a five year restraining order. You now live on your own and have a cat named Yuuji Jr and a goldfish named Toe.
IWannaTouchU @DisfigureDeath
Was it that serious bud? :/
Words: 1302, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Multi
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Jujutsu Kaisen Cast
Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Everyone
Additional Tags: pretty gay, Idol! Itadori, Fanboy Fushiguro, and the rest of them too, Social Media, Itadori Yuuji is Not Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Vessel, Protective Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Obsessive Behavior, Twitter, I swear I'm allowed to say the F-slur, Hijinks & Shenanigans
from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/j4fHeDq
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Forget-me-nots
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40483602
by niezjadajmnie
Spock wakes up in the sickbay surrounded by unfamiliar faces. One of the few things he remembers are forget-me-nots. Who is this man in the yellow uniform?
Words: 1302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy
Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock
Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Temporary Amnesia, Love Confessions, Recovered Memories, Kissing, Vulcan Kisses, Wedding Rings, Flowers, Nicknames
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40483602
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After "Where No One Has Gone Before"
After "Where No One Has Gone Before"
https://ift.tt/PyEtnkJ
by queenofswords19
Deanna questions her choice to join Starfleet. Will is here to help.
Words: 1302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of The Rewritten Canon of Deanna Troi and William Riker (in snapshots and vignettes)
Fandoms: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Relationships: William Riker/Deanna Troi
Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Soulmates, Mutual Pining, Confessions, Episode: s01e06 Where No One Has Gone Before
via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/2MtrLB3
March 28, 2023 at 03:11PM
#IFTTT#imzadi#will riker#deanna troi#star trek#ao3feed#fanfic#riker x troi#AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi'
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Your Colour In Me
Series | Oneshots | Complete
Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire; Famous Wang Yi Bo; Vampire Xiao Zhan; Injury; Mild Hurt/Comfort; Blood Drinking; Memory Alteration; Bloody Kisses; Grinding; Wang Yi Bo's Lack Of Self Preservation; Long Haired Xiao Zhan; Side Effects of Ingesting Vampire Blood; Minor Violence; Mentions of blood and gore; Possessive Behavior; Blow Jobs; Dubious Consent; Vampire With A Biting Kink; Near Death Experiences; Pining; Mutual Pining; Reunions; Love Confessions; Kinda
Rouge
published 20 October 2021 | T-rated | 2 Chapters | 1302 words | Part 1 of 7
Yibo is covered in a fine layer of red powder. It’s in Yibo’s nails, between his fingers, caked on his exposed calf and thigh… He rubs at the redness, and it smudges into his skin, a gentle blush.
Absinthe
published 23 October 2021 | M-rated | 1456 words | Part 2 of 7
Yibo leaves Guizhou without seeing hide nor hair of Xiao Zhan again. He knows nothing but his name, but his absence feels like Yibo has lost an essential piece of himself, like he’s lost a limb. Even has he leaves the set to pack to leave for the airport he wonders if Xiao Zhan will have any way to find him in his home in Beijing. Only the continued whispering of his disappearance that night reassure him it was definitely not just all a dream.
Saltpetre
published 31 January 2022 | M-rated | 835 words | Part 3 of 7
Yibo had every intention on taking Xiao Zhan to the theatre, but they get side tracked immediately.
Ferric
published 09 February 2022 | M-rated | 1512 words | Part 4 of 7
Yibo has a hunger. For Blood, for more, for everything. Yibo looks at him like Xiao Zhan is his prey and Xiao Zhan can't help but be fascinated by it
Quicksilver
published 01 April 2022 | T-rated | 974 words | Part 5 of 7
The consequences of Xiao Zhan allowing Yibo to bite him freely is finally rearing it's ugly head and Xiao Zhan is forced to make some hard choices.
Iridescent
published 12 June 2022 | T-rated | 2206 words | Part 6 of 7
Yibo's teeth ache, and he’s hit with the visceral memory of finally being able to bite hard enough to break Xiao Zhan’s skin. These hardly feel like the reasonable thoughts a man should have in the wake of encountering a supernatural creature. By day Yibo can't stop thinking about Xiao Zhan, and about being bitten. By night he can't stop thinking about biting Xiao Zhan in turn.
Ambrosia
published 04 September 2022 | G-rated | 1098 words | Part 7 of 7
Xiao Zhan's return is not a dream.
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“If there's a Dazzling that I wished had more focus or acknowledgment than what she'd gotten, it's Aria Blaze! Her design is cool, she has a potential personality (purple grump, laid-back) and she and her relationship with Adagio and Sonata are interesting! I wanted more insight into it!”
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“I think characters in the show are too perfect and that conflict is what every show needs but with this one its always the same hawkmoth and Chloe”
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For Better, For Worse II (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)
Summary: In which the reader honors her vows.
Warnings: Language, Soft Ransom (is that a warning?), SPOILERS (if you haven’t watched Knives Out & you should get on that lol), bad writing, angst, flashbacks, slight violence, hints of mental illness, it’s also not proofread
Word Count: 1762
Feedback is appreciated!
READ PART ONE HERE
When you first met Ransom, he was nothing short of a complete asshole. He flirted aimlessly and got what he wanted – a true spoiled brat. You were the first girl he ever encountered that simply shrugged him off and told him to ‘get lost’. From that moment, he was infatuated with you.
You remembered how he’d walk you to class despite his being on the opposite side of the campus. He asked you out on multiple dates and you shot him down every single time. You remembered how your friends discouraged you from falling for him. Like them, you were under the notion that Hugh Ransom Drysdale was nothing but a trust-fund prick. But sometimes – and it was rare, you promised yourself – you found yourself enjoying his company.
It would be as you were walking from the library back to your dorms. You would drop your books. And like a scene straight out a movie, Ransom would materialize out of nowhere and help you pick up your belongings.
It would be at a party and your friends had gone off with their significant others, effectively leaving you stranded and alone. Ransom would wave away at his friends as he took the empty spot next to you on the wall.
“I hate Professor Fitzgerald.” He muttered to you.
“You don’t have that class?” You tilted your head.
“No, but you do. English 1302. And I know you hate him.” Ransom smirked as he took a sip from his red cup.
“And how would you know that?” You asked.
“Because every time you’d walk out of his lecture, you have the cutest little crease between your brows.” You frowned at his words.
“I do not,” you scoffed.
Ransom only chuckled, pointing at your face. “See! Right there!”
You laughed, pushing him away. “You have it, too.” Ransom frowned, mockingly. “Aha! Right there!”
“What a pair we are, huh?”
“Fuck off, Drysdale.”
“Keep saying it enough, it’ll be yours.” He laughed.
“What?”
“My last name. Keep saying it enough, it’ll be yours.” He said, matter-of-factly.
“Whatever, Hugh.”
You remembered months after his constant ‘courting’ of you, he showed up to your dorm. It was in the middle of a Friday night – your roommate had gone to a party – and it was pouring. He was soaked from the rain and he gave you a sluggish smile and held out a bouquet of lilies, your favorite flower. You were about to slam the door in his face when he stopped it.
-=+=-
“Why don’t you want me?” He asked you and for a second, he sounded hurt. You scoffed in response as you tried to pry his hands off from wood of the door. “Seriously,” Ransom continued, “I’m trying.”
“You’re trying?” You laughed, coldly. “You’re borderline stalking me, Hugh.” He cringed as his first name left your mouth. “You’re just playing a stupid game. How much did you bet?”
Ransom frowned. “Bet?”
“Yeah. How much are your buddies giving you once you announce to the world you got me in bed? How ‘bout you just tell your friends you bagged me and leave me the fuck alone!”
“It’s not a bet, (Y/N).” Ransom shook his head, a small smile creeping onto his. “I’m not playing a game. If anything, you are.”
“How am I playing a game?” You snapped.
“Because clearly, I like you and you just keep playing hard to get. But fine by me.” He coughed a bit. You stopped trying to slam the door in his face – and possibly his hand – when you realized how pale he looked. “I’ll keep playing your game. I’ll keep putting in more and more effort ‘cause damn, you’ve got me under your spell.”
“Ransom…” you muttered as he broke into a fit of coughs. “Oh god, come in.” You opened the door wide enough so that the poor boy could come in. “Take off your clothes.”
“Woah, woah… I don’t know what you think of me, missy,” he laughed, “but I’m trying to take you out on a date first.”
“That’s a first, huh?” You teased.
“Believe it or not, yeah.”
“I’m trying to dry them, dipshit.” You laughed as he shrugged off his coat.
-=+=-
He had the world fooled that he was a complete dick, but the more you got to know him, the more you realized, it stemmed from his insecurities. His attitude was a defense mechanism because of how awful his family could be.
But with you, he was different. He was kinder and softer. And the more he let you in, the more you fell in love with him.
The Ransom you fell in love with wasn’t a monster like how the news articles said he was.
The Ransom you married wasn’t a murderer.
And yet, he confessed to you that he was.
He told you that if it weren’t for dirty cops and what was left of his mother’s wealth, he’d be locked away for his crimes.
He told you the story. And, no, he didn’t tell you any lies. Ransom was many things, but he could never lie to you. Not you. He told you the complete, unfiltered truth with all the grimy details that he didn’t even tell the cops or his lawyers.
So, where did that leave you?
-=+=-
When you first told your family that you were separating from Ransom, they were happy for you. They told you he was no good. They said that you were blessed enough that you didn’t bear his children – that nothing but your last name tied you to him.
But that wasn’t true.
Your heart still belonged to him. Every beat called his name.
So, maybe that’s why you didn’t run. That’s why you took him into your arms after he told you the story of how he killed Fran and tried to frame Marta for his grandfather’s death. Maybe that’s why you kissed the crease between his brows and told him that you love him despite it all.
-=+=-
“Your father called,” Ransom sighed as you walked in the house, arms filled with groceries. He walked over, grabbing the bags from your hands and setting them on the table.
“What he say?” You didn’t need to ask. You knew. You knew your family’s opinions about the man you married and the family you were marrying into. You knew they’d support your separation more than they’d support your reunion.
“Called me a monster,” Ransom huffed. “Oh, but what’s new, huh?”
“You aren’t a monster, Rans,” you muttered, kissing his cheek as you began to unload the groceries.
“You don’t want a divorce?” The words stunned you. Divorce. It was so ugly. The mere thought made you cringe. “That’s what your father told me to tell you. File for divorce as fast as you can before you’re next.”
The house quickly became silent as a tension filled the home. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind until a few weeks ago when you were on the phone with your parents. They talked your ear off, telling you that staying with Ransom was the worst decision you ever made. ‘You’re taking a risk just by being in the same house!’ your mother cried. ‘You’re going to be his next kill, (Y/N)!’.
You never thought you were in any danger around Ransom. Despite what the world may think of him, he wasn’t a coldblooded monster. Not when it came to you.
But the possibility was still there. Your parents reminded you of that every time you spoke.
“No, Ransom.” You said. “I don’t want a divorce.”
Ransom’s face was expressionless as he stared at you. You sighed as you continued to put away the groceries. Your father had no right to tell your husband that. Your marriage – and your decision to stay in it – was completely your choice.
“You don’t think I’ll hurt you?” Ransom blurted. You stopped what you were doing. His tone was different. It was colder. “You don’t think you’re next?” You stayed silent because you knew he was about to explode. “Because… that’s what the news thinks. That’s what the police think, too, I’m sure. That’s obviously what your family thinks – I’m sure mine think the same. Everyone thinks that I’m some coldhearted murderer and that my naïve, sweet wife will meet the same fate as the housekeeper.” His voice got louder and louder as he got closer to you. He slammed the cupboard shut, making you flinch at the sound. “So, tell me! Is that what you think? Do you think you’re next, huh!” You stayed silent. “Answer me!”
“Ransom,” you whimpered. His eyes quickly became soft as he took a step back. In his rage, he had frightened you. He scared you. He scared his one ally.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered.
“It’s okay.” You nodded. “It’s alright.” You weren’t scared at all. You understood his frustration. Everyone was assuming one thing – Ransom was a monster – and that simply wasn’t true.
“No, it’s not.” He backed away. He wasn’t trying to manipulate you into feeling sorry for him by any means. He was afraid of himself. He was afraid that on one bad day, he’d snap. He had taken one life away, what’s to stop him from killing the love of his life? Ransom wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have – “
“Ransom, it’s fine,” you shushed as you rushed over to him. You carefully wrapped your arms around your husband, stroking his back. “You won’t hurt me. It’s okay.”
“But what if one day I do?” He asked. Ransom sighed as he looked down at you. “Sometimes, I can’t help but feel angry. Like there’s something in me that’ll just snap, and I’ll lash out. And it’ll tear me apart if I lash out at you.”
“Have you said that to your therapist?” You asked him. The court had assigned a therapist that came by your home once a week. Ransom didn’t like him – or so he said he didn’t. Ransom huffed in response. “That’s something you should bring up in your next session, Rans.”
“I’m just afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust that you won’t because you aren’t a monster, Ransom. Despite what everyone might think, that’s not who you are.” He dug his face in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in your arms. “And one day, everyone will see you how I see you.”
“I love you, (Y/N).” He muttered though it was muffled. He placed a delicate kiss at the base of your neck.
“I love you too, Ransom.”
#ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale imagine#chris evans#chris evans x reader#chris evans imagine#knives out imagine#knives out#ransom is my kryptonite#i love him alot#fluff#angst#lots of angst#imagine
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Catechism of the Catholic Church
III. The Effects of Confirmation
1302 It is evident from its celebration that the effect of the sacrament of Confirmation is the full outpouring of the Holy Spirit as once granted to the apostles on the day of Pentecost.
1303 From this fact, Confirmation brings an increase and deepening of baptismal grace:
- it roots us more deeply in the divine filiation which makes us cry, "Abba! Father!";115
- it unites us more firmly to Christ;
- it increases the gifts of the Holy Spirit in us;
- it renders our bond with the Church more perfect;116
- it gives us a special strength of the Holy Spirit to spread and defend the faith by word and action as true witnesses of Christ, to confess the name of Christ boldly, and never to be ashamed of the Cross:117
Recall then that you have received the spiritual seal, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of right judgment and courage, the spirit of knowledge and reverence, the spirit of holy fear in God's presence. Guard what you have received. God the Father has marked you with his sign; Christ the Lord has confirmed you and has placed his pledge, the Spirit, in your hearts.118
1304 Like Baptism which it completes, Confirmation is given only once, for it too imprints on the soul an indelible spiritual mark, the "character," which is the sign that Jesus Christ has marked a Christian with the seal of his Spirit by clothing him with power from on high so that he may be his witness.119
1305 This "character" perfects the common priesthood of the faithful, received in Baptism, and "the confirmed person receives the power to profess faith in Christ publicly and as it were officially (quasi ex officio)."120
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by JaineyBaby
It might actually kill Jaskier to be on time and Geralt questions if he is too late.
Words: 1302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Coma, Mild Blood, Descriptions of Injury, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Light Angst with Happy Ending
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8. I wanna get better
A/N Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve updated this but I’ve been having a little trouble finding inspiration to write this story in specific but I think my inspiration is back! Only three parts left until this one is over BUT I have an idea for another Garvez series that’s got me so excited! Anyway, enjoy!
Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez
Warnings: Mentions of death, and I guess implied depression/PTSS.
Word count: 1302
Song: I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers
Masterlist
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
“And I miss the days of a life still permanent
Mourn the years before I got carried away
So now I'm staring at the interstate screaming at myself,
Hey, I wanna get better!
I didn't know I was lonely 'til I saw your face
I wanna get better, better, better, better,
I wanna get better
I didn't know I was broken 'til I wanted to change
I wanna get better, better, better, better,
I wanna get better”
The next morning, Luke woke up expecting to find her but she wasn’t there, he heard noises outside his bedroom so he quickly got up in an attempt to catch her before she left, he didn’t want her to leave before talking more about their relationship.
When he opened his door he was met by Penelope making breakfast, she was still wearing his clothes, she turned to him and shot him a shy smile.
“Good morning” She returned her focus to the pan as she flipped a pancake.
He walked up to her and kissed her cheek “Good morning indeed, do you need help?” His stomach growled as he smelled the pancakes and fruit that was on the counter.
“No, it’s almost ready, go get dressed and then we’ll have breakfast” He laughed, enjoying the small domestic moment they were having.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” He glanced down and Penelope rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t you freezing? It’s still pouring outside and you’re only wearing boxers” She stated as she leaned on the counter took a sip from her mug.
“I thought you enjoyed the view” He winked at her and she jokingly rolled her eyes.
“Stop being stubborn, you’ll get sick, go get change or I’m breaking up with you” Penelope turned to get some plates, Luke stood behind her and placed one arm around her waist and with the other reached for the plates.
“Break up with me? You’d need to be my girlfriend to do that” He had a smug smile that she couldn’t see but could picture quite clearly.
She sighed “And what if I wanted to be your girlfriend?” Luke’s face lit up.
“I’ll go get changed and I’ll be right back to talk about that, please don’t change your mind while I’m not here” He returned to brush his teeth, and change into a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.
When he came back, Penelope was already having breakfast on the table.
“Sorry, newbie, you were taking an eternity and I was starving” She took a bite of her pancake and Luke sat in front of her.
“Thank you for making breakfast” He also took a bite of his own plate “It’s delicious”
“It’s the least I could do after showing up last night unannounced” He glanced at her.
“You are always welcome anytime any day” She bit the inside of her cheek and continued to eat her breakfast.
“I don’t get how you never get cold” She commented after a few minutes, seeing him unbothered by the weather while she wanted to wrap a blanket around herself.
He shrugged “I rarely do, I’ve always been this way” They continued to eat in silence, it wasn’t awkward, it was peaceful.
“So, girlfriend, huh? Are you ready to make things official?” Luke dared to ask directly, not wanting to miss the chance.
She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose “If you agree to that then yes, I guess we would be officially a couple” He grinned.
“Well of course, I’ve been wanting to make things official for a while now” He confessed as he leaned across the table and took her hand “I have to confess something though” He pressed his lips together “Last night you expressed your concerns and well, you opened up to me so now I want to also be open with you”
Penelope sensed his nervousness and squeezed his hand “You don’t have to do it unless you really want to”
“I do, I really do, you told me about your past and I wanted to tell you about mine” He lowered his head “Before you there wasn’t really anyone who made me consider a relationship, I’ve dated a few women but I never saw myself being anyone’s anything, I mean it’s no secret I’m kind of a loner, Phil was my only friend until I joined the BAU but before that there wasn’t anyone I was close to beside him” His fingers tapped against the table “During all of my adult life I focused solely on the professional aspect of it, and you know, I don’t think I ever told this to anyone, not even Phil but I was never the same after Iraq, I mean how could I? I lost friends out there, it’s hard to care for someone after that, then what happened to Phil and seeing his life being thrown upside down by Cullen, I closed myself off for a long time, that’s why I think the fugitive task force was good for me, it kept me busy, but when Hotch offered me the job at the BAU, there was something that told me it was time for a fresh start, I’d still travel a lot but I wouldn’t be undercover, it was a chance to get my life back in a way and you played a huge part in that”
She felt a knot in her stomach, trying to understand how difficult it was for him to go through many losses “How so?”
“It may sound really stupid but I think it was until I met you that I knew I didn’t want to be alone anymore, and at the beginning it wasn’t in a romantic way but the way you cared for the rest of the team and the way they cared for each other made me want to be a part of it, I wanted to be a part of something”
Penelope was touched by his words, everyone knew that Luke didn’t share much about his life, but even before today he had shared with her and only her, details about his family, his childhood, he had even told her some embarrassing stories from his teenage years but Luke never talked about his previous years to the BAU, she had figured it was a delicate subject and she understood so she never asked about it, and now that he was baring his soul to her, she felt very thankful to be the one he decided to confide in.
“It’s not stupid, Luke” She reached for his hand across the table “Thank you for telling me this, I appreciate the fact that out of all people it’s me you feel comfortable talking about this” She paused for a second “And I’m glad that what you saw in us was something you wanted to be a part of, we all feel so lucky to have you as a part of our family”
“I’m not one to think much about why things happen but being around you has convinced life put me exactly where I needed to be so I could cross paths with you, you made me want to get better, to be better” He squeezed her hand and she smiled in return.
“I guess we both have things to work through and I’d love to have you by my side while I discover exactly how to do it and I mean it when I say I want to be by your side as you also work on yourself” Luke’s jaw tensed as he fought the tears back, he was overwhelmed with emotions he had never felt before, he was afraid of even thinking it, because it might have been considered too early but he felt in his heart that this was it, that Penelope was it.
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under the stars
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by h1natas
Kenma and Hinata go stargazing. Let's just say it ends up in the way Kenma hoped it to be.
Words: 1302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shouyou's Mother
Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma
Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Stargazing, Hinata's mom is mentioned, idk what else to tag uhh, no beta we die like men
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#star trek#imzadi#will riker#deanna troi#riker x troi#ao3feed#fanfic#IFTTT#AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi'
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Angel With A Shotgun
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by sandean_cas
“I – I have a matter of grace importance to discuss with you.”
“What has the universe thrown at us now?” he lets out a tired sigh.
Cass makes a disgruntled noise, “This is… of a more personal nature Dean.”
“There – there has been some confusion lately.” He states, shifting uneasily. “And all sources of information tell me that it’s – one thing. But you always tell me the contrary.”
Oh shit… had Cass figured out that ketchup isn’t actually a vegetable?
“I um, talked to Sam. He wasn’t much help. He seemed more panicked than me actually.”
“What did you talk about?” Dean asks.
“About what it means to be brothers.” He admits shakily. Dean feels his heart drop. He knows exactly where this conversation is headed. Cass had finally realised that something about their relationship is different to the one he has with Sam. And now he’s here to call Dean out on the discrepancies – the large disparities between their relationships.
“Cass – I can explain –”
OR
Cass talks to Sam about the difference between brotherly feelings and romantic feelings and makes a mix-tape ... of sorts.
Words: 1302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx Mixtape, Castiel Does Not Get The References (Supernatural), Castiel Does Not Understand Humans (Supernatural), Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dean Winchester Loves Chick-Flicks, Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Song: Angel With A Shotgun, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Angst, Idiots in Love, Oblivious Dean Winchester, Oblivious Sam Winchester, Oblivious Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester
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Thanks, Hinata
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by Jaywhosoldtheworld
Hinata, an Omega, has feelings for the Alpha Kageyama. While training together with the team, things spin out of Control.
Words: 1302, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Azumane Asahi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Shimizu Kiyoko, Yachi Hitoka, Narita Kazuhito, Kinoshita Hisashi, Ennoshita Chikara
Relationships: Azumane Asahi/Reader, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Sexual Content, NSFW, Bonding, Love, Love Confessions, Crushes, Romance, Getting Together, Roughness, Kissing, One Shot, Orgasm, Possessive Behavior, Reader-Insert, LGBTQ Themes, Sex, Rough Sex
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