yes yes, he looks like Howl, bla bla bla. look me in the eyes and tell me he isn't AT LEAST bisexual
𓇢𓆸 Elliott is a romantic, and while there weren't many gay love novels he could get his hands on, he firmly believed romantic gestures went beyond gender.
He likes to hold the door open for you when you go to the Saloon for dinner. Go on walks and come back with a small assortment of flowers for you. Give you a kiss and call you "handsome" first thing in the morning as he puts a warm cup of coffee on your hands.
𓇢𓆸 Farm life wasn't his strong suit, but he was eager to help. After his failed attempt to get up early to water your crops, only for the sprinklers to go off at 6 A.M., right after he was done, drenching him on the process, he decided to try with animals.
Cows and pigs were too big and intimidated him, and he was afraid of accidentally hurting sheep if he tried to shear them. So he settled on chickens. So now, every morning, he will excitedly wave at you from the coop, hair tied up, sleeves rolled up and feathers everywhere, with happy chickens clucking around his feet.
"Darling! I feed them and put the eggs on your mayonaise machines!"
"Attaboy!"
𓇢𓆸 He tries really hard to nor make ALL his writting about you. He doesn't want his writting to be monothematic! But its so hard, when just looking at you makes a few verses pop on his head each day. You're just such a good muse without even trying.
𓇢𓆸 Elliott's favorite part of the farm is the little garden next to the house, where he set up some plants to make a reading corner. And further more, you, his darling husband, set a nice stone path and a bench for him, and even changed the place of your shipping bin so it wouldn't be on the way. He loves lifting his gaze from his book to see you working on the farm, specially in summer days when you lose the shirt and he can admire your body as you do so.
𓇢𓆸 Still, he sometimes misses the beach. The salty smell of the air and the soothing sound of the waves. So on slow days of farmwork, you two go down to the coast to spend the afternoon. Set up a towell on the sand in front of the sea and just sit there together. Often, Elliott will bring a book with him, so he will lay down with his head on your lap and read outloud for the two of you while the sun goes down at the end of the sea.
𓇢𓆸 There are many, many things he loves about you. But one he absolutely despises is when you go to the mines. No matter how often it is, or how carefull you promise to be before leaving, he spends the entire time pacing around and fidgeting with his hair anxiously, eyeing the phone non-stop in case Harvey calls to let him know you are on the hospital.
When you come back, he is quick to greet you at the door, hands fuzzing over you and nose scrunched up.
"You reek of sulfur and traped air. Shower, right now. I'll turn on the hot water for you"
After the fact, he apologizes for being harsh. He understands why you go down there, he just worries a lot. This man wears his heart on his sleeve, and most of it belongs to you.
𓇢𓆸 Unless you are also a guy with long hair, don't you DARE touch his hair products. He gets those delivered directly from Zuzu City and they are expensive. Elliott doesn't even want to see your 3 in 1 near them.
"My darling husband whom I love so much, care to explain why my new shampoo bottle is already half empty?"
"... I didn't mean to knock it over"
"You are sleeping on the Coop"
𓇢𓆸 Elliott is not a small man by any means. His genetics, and the time he spent scrubbing seaweed off the wooden floors on his cabin doted him of a good body. But my God, if you didn't make him feel small in comparison. Even if you aren't physically taller, the endless days of building fences for your crops and animals, chopping down trees, and smashing rocks on the mines have make you, in Elliott's words, irresistible. Is not necesarily that you look strong, but that you feel strong.
He loves running his hand down your back when you come to bed, to soothe yes, but also to feel the muscles on your back, across your shoulders and down your arms.
"You are a vision, my love"
"Look who's talking. Have you seen yourself?"
"Hush, it's my turn to be the infatuated husband"
𓇢𓆸 On hot summer nights, you both sleep shirtless to cope with the heat, but he will still cuddle up to your side, head resting on your arm and nose pressed to your neck. On the coldest nights of winter, he shivers when you slip your hands under his sweater to rest them against his skin, underneath his pijama, palms warm and calloused from farm work.
𓇢𓆸 Elliott never takes his mermaid pendant off. Why would he? How could he risk to lose something so precious, or worse, hide it from the world by not wearing it? To him, having it on his neck means to show off your love, and it gives him hope that, upon seeing it, someone might ask about it, and Elliott will have the chance to once again talk about the man who made the love stories he spent his life reading come true.
not my first time doing fanfiction, but my first time doing an character x reader. i just want male readers to have love too. let me know what you think and if i should do other characters
Damian only shows his art to those he trusts for years.
His art is so deeply personal that he can't bear for it to be perceived, much less gifted to others.
Dick gets his first painting during his time as Damians Batman.
Steph gets hers after the bounce house.
Alfred commissions him so he has new art for the house. His favourite is a family portrait he keeps in his bedroom.
Duke gets gifted sketches of Signal and Gotham in the sunrise
Cass gets given beautiful moments of ballet dancers.
Bruce is given portraits of his parents.
Damian paints Tim's photographs.
Jason gets artfully designed bookmarks.
Barbara has lovely landscapes and shots of the city she protects from behind her desk.
Other get given bits and piece Damians thinks they might enjoy.
But Jon Kent has an almost constant supply and access to Damians doodles.
He is Damians' creativity buddy and sounding board. Damian draws manga and comics while Jon write stories for them.
There's only one sketchbook he doesn't get to see, the one Damian keeps locked in his desk.
Jon has asked before, but Damian always shuts him down, saying it's private, and Jon respects that even if he is curious. If the magical girl ocs were fine, what is in that particular book?
Until one day Damian is kidnapped, and he has to go through his room for clues to who took him, and even if he feels weird about it, he opens the forbidden sketchbook.
He is expecting secrets, trauma, and the parts of himself that Damian hates.
What he finds is hundreds of sketches of Jon himself.
Each one is so full of detail and so lovingly drawn that feels like he is being burned.
Every freckle is correct, Damian drew close ups of his dimples, and his scars.
Seeing himself through Damians eyes is so intimate it feels like holding his very heart.
So Jon puts the book back where he found it without the other bats noticing.
When they find and rescue Damian, Jon knows he has to tell him but how?
Jon thinks of the sketches he wasn't supposed to see, and something in him melts even while he drowns in guilt.
So one night he confronts Damian when he best friend asks him about colour palettes.
"I saw your secret sketchbook, and I am so sorry!" Jon shouts and braces himself for Damians' anger. It doesn't come.
"What?" Damian sounds scared, and that is so much worse.
"When you were missing your Dad and brothers made me go through your room! Day I'm so sorry!"
"Did they see it too?" Damian shrinks in on himself, and Jon wants to hug him so badly.
"No! I put it back straight after I realised what it was, I swear!"
Damian huffs and looks away.
"So you know?"
Jon gulps, "know what?"
"That I'm in love you." Damian looks for Jons reaction and seeing his face starts to get up to leave. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable Jonathan. I shall depart."
Jon grabs his arm. "No! Day don't leave! I'm sorry! I just need a second. Please."
Damian stops but doesn't turn around. "I do not want your pity."
"It's not pity! Damian, I love you! I have for years and I'm just sorry I saw before you were ready to show me!" Jon is getting desperate now. He can't lose Damian. He doesn't think he will survive it.
"Really? You're not just saying that to spare me?"
Jon is horrified and spins Damian to be able to see his face. "Damian, what the hell! Why would I lie about this?!"
Damian has tears in his eyes when he finally meets Jon gaze. "I don't know, it just feels impossible for you to love someone like me."
"It's impossible not to love you! Believe me, I tried! I was terrified it would destroy our friendship, and I wanted to have some of you even if it wasn't in the way I wanted."
Damian sighs and slowly kisses him. When he pulls back, he laughs a little.
"We are both idiots."
Jon grins and wipes the tear that manages to escape. "Yeah, we are, but at least we figured it out eventually. I love you, Damian. Truly and completely."
"I love you too." Then Damian kisses him again.
Jon has the sketch Damian draws of Jon asleep beside him the next morning framed.
Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?
People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.
hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god
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