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[carcarrot]

'Happiness Is Russ Writing For Mirabelle': A longer entry in Russell Mael's weekly column in Mirabelle magazine, 1974

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[redr0sewrites]

Hazbin Hotel Characters with a Goth S/o

this is basically how some of ththe hazbin characters would support their goth s/o- as a goth person this is literally so self-indulgent lmao

🥀Pairing(s): lucifer x reader, velvette x reader, adam x reader, alastor x reader

🥀 Cw: fluff!

Lucifer

lucifer is a little confused and intimidated about your style at first, he definitely asks a lot of questions

VERY supportive once u explain it, hes very much the "okay dear" type

honestly i think he would find it super attractive, the way u express yourself is just so admirable to him

i feel like lucifer is very fidgety and is always losing focus, and one tjing that i do is that im ALWAYS fidgeting with thr chains and accessories on my outfits so like imagine him just standing super close to you and gently rearranging your chains and necklaces for you...

he would let you teach him how to do makeup and eyeliner and would definitely let you practice styles on him!

lucifer would also help you get ready too, always willing to offer some positive feedback or help with makeup and hair

i also think lucifer adores it when you give him music recommendations, and would get super into a lot of the bands that you like

i personally hc him as a siouxsie and the banshees fan bc i just feel like the elegant vibes fit him very well, but i also think he'd like strawberry switchblade too and just goth stuff like that

overall very supportive and super sweet and silly when it comes to your fashion

Velvette

gosh she needs more love

you both are fashion ICONS okay like even before you both become official she is blown away by your style and authenticity

she def designs special fashion items just for you, she makes a whole line of clothes based off of u and ur aesthetic

velvette LOVES matching with you and loves incorporating both of your individual styles into your matching outfits, whether youre more mallgoth or romantic goth or trad goth or anything in between, she is totally inspired by you and your fits and will always want to inspire you in return

def buys you things she seed and thinks you'd like or look good in, regardless of price. her gifts range from thrifted maxi dresses abd fishnets to priceless jewelry and makeup LIKEEEEE omg

velvette LOVES when u wear something she bought for u or designed for u as well

yall are always late for social events bc u HAVE to be the best dressed couple there i swear

also if u wear chunky boots or platforms and ur taller than her???? expect her to pull you down for kisses bc URGH seeing you sm taller than her does something to her

guys i have a type help

Adam

adam thinks your hot af if you're goth

hes the type to make big tiddy goth gf jokes im sorry💀

in all seriousness tho he would LOVE a goth s/o

adam def likes alternative/rock music and he would think it's awesome if you introduced him to some goth bands

he would LOVE the scary bitches, death grips, and also sisters of mercy too

i def think goth people would be much more rare in heaven than in hell, and he would get SO defensive on your behalf if anyone said anything about you or your fashion

honestly hes your number one fan and LOVES giving his input on your fits

honestly your closet doubles when you date him, adam loves seeing you wear his rings and punk jewelry and i def think he has a lot of old band shirts and stuff for his band, so he would love seeing you wear his oversized shirts

if u have piercings WOOWHEE bc adam asks SO MANY QUESTIONS

he thinks theyre so hot ngl, and i def think he has a few piercings and will buy u both matching jewelry

adam would learn to play songs you like on the guitar for you as well

i dont think hed be super keen on letting you put makeup on him but he'd fold after a little persuasion

i honestly think he'd like eyeliner and how he looks wearing it but doesn't want to admit it bc he doesn't want to seem too feminine (but u know ofc)

Alastor

before even meeting you he was fascinated by your style and boldness

alastor loves people who are unique, and someone who chooses to stand out so much definitely catches his eye

he'd find you very aesthetically appealing and would often find himself wanting to be around you more and learn more about you, your style, and goth culture in general

over this time period is probably when he started to develop feelings for you

alastor would def like the romantic/vampire goth look, that whole genre in general is just very elegant and classy while also nonconformist, which definitely speaks to him

when it comes to music alastor would probably be a little skeptical at first, especially when it comes to new technology, however if you (like me) have a record player and vinyl, i def think he would like listening to some of your fav goth bands on that

i dont really know why but i gen think he'd be a fan of the cure, sure its pretty basic but the vibe of some of the songs can be upbeat and kinda jazzy, and they just have that "old timey" vibe i think alastor would appreciate

alastor is fascinated with the process in which you get ready, and enjoys just sitting and watching in peaceful silence as uou do your makeup and pick out your outfit

if you (like most goths) are into creepy and unusual decor, he would LOVE to help you decorate your room

alastor has the strangest taste in interior design and loves sharing his unhinged ideas with you

overall alastor loves people with a lot of individuality and would definitely find a goth partner appealing because of that !!

THIS IS GETTING SO LONG HELP IM PROB GONNA MAKE A PT2 W MORE CHARACTERS HEHE- THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ALASTOR AND VELVETTE I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE!!! WE NEED MORE LOVE FOR VELVETTE SHES SOOOOO AJSJDJD- anywaysssss hope yall enjoyed!!! feel free to req more, esp if u want a pt2 to this >:D

[bluelockmaniac]

calling your friend a pet name in front of your boyfriend MIKAGE REO

cw: possessive reo, fem!reader, guy friend wc: 651 itoshi rin version

you were strolling enthusiastically through the crowded mall with your boyfriend, your eyes darting excitedly from one window display to another in hopes of finding the perfect present for your best friend’s upcoming birthday. you really appreciated reo’s offer to tag along because it was no secret to you, or to anyone else for that matter, that the mikage corporation heir is one heck of a stylish man.

as you continue impatiently scanning the endless storefronts with all the dazzling fashion trends on display, your frustration begins to gnaw at you. despite looking around nearly every corner of the mall, the dress that your friend had wanted for a long time was nowhere to be seen. sensing your annoyance, reo softly chuckles, his hand finding its way to your waist as he calmly guides you to a very elegant-looking store, “y/n, is that the soft pink coquette dress you were lookin—”

“—oh my god, this is it, reo!” you blurt out, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you grab his wrist and drag him away from the window display and into the store, “you found it, thank you!” you kiss his cheek, a bright grin spreading across your face as you hurry down to the appropriate aisle. your embarrassed boyfriend awkwardly follows behind as he rubs the back of his neck, “anything for my princess.” he softly murmurs.

while your boyfriend was distracted with the gold jewelry on the wall, your hands browsed through the colourful assortment of dresses on the rack, searching for the one you had seen outside. finally spotting the only pink dress, your hand reached out to grab it only to unexpectedly brush your fingers against someone else’s hand—someone who wanted the same dress.

“oh, sugar,” you laugh, patting your guy friend with a cheeky grin, “you came here to buy your girlfriend the dress she loves?” your friend rolls his eyes playfully, gently pushing your hand away, “heh. i wanted to. but now—”

“sugar? who’s sugar? who’s he?” your boyfriend strides over to you quickly, his arm encircling your waist protectively as he shoots a belittling glare at the man. upon hearing your pet-name, he reasonably assumed you were beckoning him over, however his gentle smile quickly faded into an irritated scowl as he saw the strange man talking to you with such familiarity.

you glance up at reo with a soft giggle, intertwining your fingers with his, “he’s f/n’s boyfriend and my close friend. i guess we both thought of buying her this dress,” you explained, lifting the garment by its hanger.

“wow, you never mentioned me to your boyfriend?” he jokes, his finger about to playfully poke your shoulder, before he hesitates, sensing the billionaire’s jealousy, “i’m hurt, y/n,” he adds with a pout. he looks at your boyfriend and extends his hand for a handshake, “nice to meet you, reo—”

“it’s mikage for you,” your boyfriend hisses, the tone of his voice had an unmistakable hint of annoyance that he put no effort to mask. he hands you his card and pats your back in the direction of the checkout area, “here, sweetheart. go buy the dress,”

“thanks,” you give one last apologetic glance at your friend before scurrying away to the cashier.

“man, i really wanted to buy f/n that dress,” the guy muttered awkwardly, a failed attempt at a joke. he was trying to ease the tense atmosphere, but reo was not helping at all.

reo simply scoffs, turning around as he crosses his arms together, “my girlfriend found the dress first, so you better hurry and find something else while you still have the time, fool.” he adds with a disgusted expression before walking away, leaving your poor friend bewildered.

“oh, sweetheart, you’re back!” you smile and hold his hand, “what were you tal—”

“sugar,” he sulked.

your brows furrowed in confusion, “what?”

“call me sugar.”

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Dress

What you and Satoru have is a secret. No one else at this party knows you only bought this dress, so he can take it off. -> This is part of my Blog Anniversary Event (closed). @fuyuaika requested the song "Dress" by Taylor Swift.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + light smut Word Count: 2k Warnings: 18+, alcohol, mentions of sexual intercourse, but no explicit descriptions. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Loud chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses fill the fancy restaurant in one of the city's most exclusive hotels. Your corporation's annual end-of-the-year party in the first week of December is always a big event.

You stand at one of the bar tables, wineglass in hand, and scan the room slowly while your left hand trails over the silky fabric of your new dress, marveling at how smooth it feels. You know you look good in it. You spent several hours picking out the perfect dress, after all. Not too short and not too long, tight-fitting in all the right places, hugging your figure perfectly. You feel sexy when you wear it.

But if you are honest, it is not so much about wearing this dress, but more about taking it off. Or, more precisely, letting a certain someone take it off. A certain someone with white hair and the bluest eyes you have ever seen. A certain someone who is tall and handsome and knows all too well how attractive he is.

You don't even try to pretend you didn't buy this dress with Gojo Satoru in mind.

And now you stand here with anticipation sizzling in your veins. He isn't here yet, always fashionably late, as he calls it. But you know it is just to piss off all the higher-ups. A small grin lifts your lips as you think about it. Gojo Satoru is special. An annoyance to many people, a tease, a rebel, someone who always talks back and never shuts up, a spoiled brat in the body of a very attractive grown man. And there is a certain truth to those things. Satoru is all that, but damn, is he sexy and charming while doing all that! You wouldn't want him to change ever.

It was easy to get along with him when you began working next to him. He was an extrovert, not shy at all, coming up to you with his hands shoved casually into the pockets of his pants, with a confident grin on his handsome face, welcoming you to your new workplace and offering his help if you needed anything.

It turned out that what you needed were his lips on yours and his incredibly tall and strong body pushing you up against a wall in the copy room late in the evening, a week after you started working with him.

What you needed were his long fingers undressing you later on in his apartment. What you needed were his elegant hands holding down your wrists and his low moans in your ear when he moved on top of you.

And ever since then, this is exactly what the two of you do. Working together, spending lunch breaks together, sharing the latest gossip, laughing with each other, and sharing a dessert in the cafeteria afterward. To everyone around you, you are coworkers who get along well. Maybe friends. A typical work relationship. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that would make anyone think there is more to it.

But they know nothing about the two of you.

Your eyes scan the room again, searching for a glimpse of white hair, internally rolling your eyes at how late Satoru is. And then you hear it.

A soft, low "Hey," followed by your name, breathed in a way that makes your thighs clench.

You draw in a sharp breath. You don't have to turn around to know who is standing behind you. Only he can have that effect on you. Only he says your name, and everything just stops. You would recognize this voice and the teasing tone everywhere. Your heart is hammering wildly in your chest as you feel his tall body lightly touching your back.

"You're late, Satoru. One of those days, you will get into serious trouble with the higher-ups. What if they punish you?"

But your words lack the bite. You can hear the smile in them, and he can, too. He laughs softly, voice full of amusement,

"I would love to see them try."

He stays where he is, one step behind you, body occasionally brushing against yours while he chats with some guys from another department. He laughs, he jokes around, he teases. And unbeknownst to the others, his hand sneakily runs down your back, making you bite your lips at the feeling of his warm palm gliding over your skin thanks to the low back of your new dress.

And you extend one finger to secretly caress the back of Satoru's hand, smiling into your wineglass when you feel him shift so his tall body is pressing more against you.

Secret moments shared in a crowded room. Small touches that only the two of you notice.

The air seems filled with electricity. With that delicious anticipation that makes you feel light-headed. You chat with other people, smile, and laugh, but in your mind, there is only Satoru and the thoughts of what the two of you will hopefully do later this evening. You silently thank your corporation for being so generous as to book rooms in the hotel for all the attendees of this annual end-of-the-year party.

Two hours full of longing have passed when you and Satoru finally have a few minutes all to yourself. He steps even closer, his tall body pressing fully against your back. His gaze is scanning the room. His typical smug smirk is on his pretty face for all the world to see, but what he murmurs is only for you to hear,

"Take the wine with you and head upstairs. Go to your room. I will follow you in five minutes."

"Ok, tenth floor, room 303. Don't keep me waiting too long."

You feel giddy as you take the elevator to the tenth floor, tightly clutching the bottle of red wine to your chest. Your body is brimming with excitement as you enter your fancy hotel room and leave the door open, placing the wine on the table and standing in the middle of the room with a loudly beating heart, waiting.

Satoru appears in the doorway a few minutes later, so tall and so good-looking in his black suit with the white dress shirt and black tie. And with the most charming smile on his beautiful face while his light blue eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that makes your head spin.

He closes the door and walks over to you, stopping in front of you, so tall that you have to tilt your head to look at his face.

His large, elegant hand comes up to slowly brush over your shoulder, hooking one finger in the thin strap of your dress and pulling on it so it slips off your shoulder.

"Is that a new dress?"

"Yeah, I only bought it for tonight."

"What, seriously? You got such a pretty dress only for this boring event with all those boring assholes? Is that really worth spending so much money?"

He sounds smug, his lips lifting in a teasing smirk and his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. He knows. Oh yes, he knows exactly why you bought this dress.

Smug idiot!

But you can't help but feel your lips lift in a matching grin as you reach out to put your hands on Satoru's chest, grabbing his tie and wrapping it around your wrist while you drum your long nails against his chest.

"Oh, I didn't say I bought it for this party. Maybe I bought it for you. Maybe I bought it only so you could take it off."

Your voice has dropped to a seductive whisper. Another thing he brought out in you. With Satoru, you don't have to feel shy. He taught you how to let go and embrace your desires. It's freeing.

You have never felt as sexy as when you are with him. Your little secret relationship is so exciting, so fun. So sexy.

All the secret glances. The small touches. The occasional flirty banter that your other coworkers laugh about and think is just a joke.

But they know nothing. They don't know about all the pining, all the longing, the struggle to hold back at times when Satoru is standing so close to you that you can smell his sexy cologne and feel the warmth of his tall body emanating from him. 

They have no idea that you know how he looks underneath his clothes. They don't know about the scratches your fingernails left on his lean-muscled back. They don't know about the hickeys he marked your neck with, low enough so you can easily hide them with a small scarf.

Maybe this is part of the attraction. The secrecy. The anticipation, the pining to finally be alone with him again and feel his hands on you, tearing off each other's clothes and tumbling into bed. To finally experience his passionate kisses again and his deep thrusts while your legs wrap tightly around his narrow hips and your lips gasp his name.

Just like you do now. This time on a fancy hotel bed.

"Satoru! Ah... Toru!"

You can feel his smile against your neck where he is busy giving you new hickeys, leaving his mark on you again to remind you that even though this is nothing official, it is still something.

A low moan escapes his lips, his hips roll against yours, deep and slow, pushing you down into the soft mattress, and you arch up against him eagerly, meeting him, craving him, digging your nails into the firm muscles of his back when you both find completion at the same time.

He doesn't roll off you but stays right there, tall, lean-muscled body pressing you down, long fingers cupping your cheek, stroking it tenderly, light blue eyes gazing deeply into yours before he leans down to capture your lips in a slow French kiss.

An hour passes until you finally find the will to leave the bed, but only for Satoru to grab you and lift you up in his arms, making you squeal, followed by loud laughter as he carries you princess-style towards the bathroom, telling you on the way to grab the wine bottle.

You don't care how stressful your job can be or how awful your boss is at times. As long as you have your personal lifeline, things will be ok. As long as you have Satoru Gojo, who takes off your dress for you and kisses you and makes you scream his name, things will always be ok.

A few minutes later, you sit in the large fancy bathtub filled with an expensive-smelling bubble bath, warm and luxurious. You can't help but smile as you look at Satoru, who is sitting on the other end of the tub, currently taking a sip from the red wine you stole from the party.

He drinks it directly from the bottle, which he then hands to you with that insanely attractive boyish smile on his pretty face. You chuckle and take the bottle from him, caressing his long fingers with your smaller ones as you do so.

Soon, you join him on his side of the tub, sitting between his long legs and leaning back against his firm chest, smiling and giggling as you share the rest of the wine. Both of you are a bit drunk by now, especially Satoru, who can't hold his liquor at all.

It makes your heart throb strangely. Everyone knows Gojo Satoru doesn't drink. But here he is with you, spilling wine in the bathtub while trailing playful kisses over your neck and your face. Here he is, allowing himself to let go, trusting you with this drunk version of him who is too honest, too vulnerable.

Only you are allowed to see him like this. And only he can bring that unrestrained playfulness and excitement out of you. All the others got no idea about you and Satoru. They think they know you, but they know nothing at all.

You smile, placing your hands on Satoru's firm thighs, caressing the lean muscles tenderly as you tilt your head back against his shoulder to let him kiss you on the lips.

He will spend the night in your room. You will wake up by his side. You will see his incredibly blue eyes first thing in the morning and hear him say something teasing but sweet.

You wouldn't want to change any of it.

And you know that you will definitely buy more dresses only for Gojo Satoru to take them off.

Thank you so much for reading! Aika, thank you so much for the prompt 💗💗 I hope you liked this!! It got a lot longer than I thought, but I had so much fun writing this, especially to this song, so I couldn't keep it short ;)

Also, it's been a while since I wrote for Gojo, so I hope this does him justice!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!! 💗

[hadesrise]

meet the addams.

previous part.

summary ➳ the bat family meets the addams family

pairings ➳ jason todd x addams!male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, strong language, pet names, hesitant bruce, weapons, typical addams family behavior ( homicide, dark humor, weird, etc ), jason and reader being a simp for each other, the addams being wholesome as always, implied reader’s atheism (i think the entire addams are atheist tbh), mention of torture

author’s note ➳ wow, hades updated !! shocking, i know. i'm sorry for the long hiatus and inactive, i wasn't okay and it was difficult for me to write when my mind was in such a messed up state. mental health can be a bitch, you know :D i'm trying to recover, and went back on writing again. hope this was a good comeback.

Letting his family meet you hadn’t crossed Jason’s mind at all until that very day when his annoying older brother caught him by the ice cream truck buying a dark chocolate and a mint chocolate flavored ice cream.

Dick was on officer duty patrol in undercover civilian clothes that afternoon, walking around the streets of Gotham in hopes of catching some shady business going around the city or just someone doing a simple act that goes against the law, being a good police officer that he is. Though, instead of seeing criminals like he assumed he would, his most rebellious little brother dressed in bad boy-ish clothes as usual buying ice creams caught his eyes.

He was supposed to walk right past since there really is no reason to approach Jason, but seeing him sit down next to a mysterious, old fashioned, well-dressed, expensive looking guy in all black with sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose and give the dark chocolate flavored ice cream to? Now, Dick certainly can’t walk past without knowing about you because he’s a little shit who just can’t help but stuck his nose into his brother’s business. That and, well, he also found you really cool. There’s not a thing in this world that can stop Dick Grayson from wanting to befriend someone who seems cooler than the Dark Knight himself.

So, in all his glory, Dick approached Jason with his usual charming smile dancing across his lips.

“Oh, god...” Jason groaned in annoyance as soon as he spotted the grinning male, rolling his eyes. Peace seems to never be an option whenever he takes you around the city for simple walks.

“Jason, are you uttering your all father’s name religiously or simply as an expression as of the moment?” Your elegant yet soothing, deep voice speaks out a sentence composed of well thought words and syllables, innocent curiosity behind the gentle tone.

Dick takes a mental note that your way of speaking sounded similar to the way humanity used to speak centuries ago, when everything was still old-fashioned and technologies hardly ever existed. It made him feel like you came from the past, as if he was witnessing the existence of a time traveler. Stopping in front of you two, he gives you a charming grin as soon as your eyes catches his. A hint of curiosity and wonder flashed within them behind the dark shades of your sunglasses before they were gone in an instant, replaced by a questioning look instead.

“May I help you?” You simply asked, but Dick doesn’t fail to notice the sudden drop in your previously soft tone and the piercing, calculated gaze holding wariness as well as subtle suspicion.

“Sorry, I’m Dick Grayson. I was curious about the person Jay’s hanging out with, I couldn’t help myself but approach.” He elaborates himself while trying his best to ensure he wasn’t a threat through body language, relaxing his figure. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out a little.”

Recognition flashed in your face, brows raising only barely to show subtle surprise, “Jason’s older brother. The name’s (Y/n) Addams. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You smiled, and even something just as simple as that looked graceful in Dick’s eyes.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, you were enchanting to look at as everything you do or say was captivating. How Jason managed to pull you was beyond him.

“Nice to meet you too,” He says back with a soft smile.

Even though his little brother hasn’t introduced you yet to their family, at least you seemed to know about them. Hopefully, nothing unpleasant has been said, but Dick doubts Jason would hide his trauma from you, considering how he was leaning to your side now subconsciously, as if being away from you will bring back awful memories.

He was worried about his practically traumatized-for-life little brother living alone, but it appears he didn’t have to worry at all.

“What are you doing here, Dick?” Jason more of grumbled, annoyed that your date has been interrupted. Almost automatically, one of your hands move to settle itself on his thigh to give it a gentle and soothing rub to ease his growing annoyance, while the other held your dark chocolate ice cream that you had begun eating with clean manners. He relaxed in an instant after feeling your touch.

“I think you should introduce (Y/n) to our family, Jay.” Dick suggests with enthusiasm that didn’t match Jason’s, not really answering his question. “They would want to know who you’re going out with. We can all have a dinner together!” There was excitement shining in his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, trying to remain nonchalant despite his body language practically screaming excited.

Your lover groans, “Why the hell do they have to know who I’m going out with?”

Amusement crosses your face as you smirked, licking off the small bits of ice cream that got on your lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that. I’m certain my family will be more than happy to meet them.” Jason gives you a look, to which you responded with an innocent smile. “Oh, mon amour. What could go wrong? I have been looking forward to meet your family, but you’ve never considered to bring me there. It’s a little concerning how you seem too hesitant to let them meet me.” You pout, feigning sadness.

Your lover widens his eyes, panic appearing in them as he gripped your hand that was on his thigh after realizing what you were implying. “That’s not what it looks like, babe! I just don’t want you to meet them ‘cause they can be a bit unbearable. Bruce is the worst person you could ever meet,” He scrunched his nose. “It’s not you I don’t want them to meet, it’s them I don’t want you to meet. There’s a difference. You’re never the problem.”

You chuckled at his quick attempt of elaboration.

Jason feels his cheeks redden at how deeply elegant and amazing your laugh sounded; it never fails to make his heart go haywire even after all this time. You manage to effortlessly make him fall in love with you deeper and deeper every day without even meaning to.

“Worry not, darling. I was just teasing you. I’m far from upset.” Reassuring him, your hand gently cups his cheek to rub the skin comfortingly. “Let me meet them once you’ve gotten rid of your doubts completely, my Jason. It isn’t necessary to rush.” You then let go of his face to push some of his hair away from his forehead before leaning back to continue eating the ice cream.

Dick witnessed a starstruck smile spread across Jason’s lips in an instant, the way his expression was so soft when looking at you, how his emerald eyes that usually held pent-up rage towards the world sparks brightly in love and adoration.

Huh. He’s never seen his brother this happy and content.

Maybe you are Jason’s one true love.

“Dick,” Jason calls out after watching you eat your ice cream with a barely hidden happiness. You looked happy to meet one of his family even though you haven’t said anything, and he was willing to throw away his pride if it meant making you happy.

“Hm?” Dick hummed, smiling when Jason glanced at you and looked back at him.

“Tell the others.”

That was all he needed to let out the excitement he was holding in, beaming at you two. “Right away, little bird!” He doesn’t waste a time to pull his phone out of his pocket, “I’m going then. It was nice meeting you, (Y/n). I’ll text you when!” He waved his hand and walked away, already dialling Bruce’s number.

Jason watched him go incredulously. “Did he just come here to convince me to introduce you?”

You chuckle under your breath, “Perhaps. Your brother has sorted out his priorities well.” However, a frown appears on your lips when you turned to Jason. “Do you genuinely feel comfortable letting my family meet them? We could always cancel, mon amour. There are many other fascinating activities we can bother ourselves with.”

Jason felt his heart swell at your gentle tone and concerned eyes, making him feel loved in many different ways. You don’t even realize that you’re slowly healing his troubled heart with simple things like this. He already knows you love him more than the Guillotine itself (which is a really big deal since nothing except him could ever beat your love for it) as you’ve always told him before, but the way you treat him, talk to him, and look at him just adds so much weight on your words. You don’t just tell him you love him — you show it in the most perfect, best, casual ways.

Intertwining his hand with yours, he brought it up to rest on his chest, hiding how overwhelmed he was with the love for you. “Like what, sweetheart?” Faint amusement laced his tone as he already knew the answer.

“Like slicing or shooting criminals, of course.” You winked before bringing your intertwined hands to press a kiss on his knuckles.

Jason laughs, and you admired the way he threw his head back to let the sound escape. “Knew you would say that!” He wheezed, before calming down to kiss your knuckles just like you did to his. “But it’s really fine, (Y/n). I want to introduce you and your family to mine.” His expression then turns apologetic, “ ‘m sorry if it seemed like I was keeping you in the shadows.”

You shake your head and leaned in to capture his lips in a peck, a gesture to let him know you didn’t mind. “If you were keeping me in the shadows, we wouldn’t be having a date out in the open where any of your family can see me. Don’t be apologetic, chéri. I’m nowhere near upset.”

Letting a smile break out, Jason leans in to kiss you more longer this time before pulling away.

Just like that, you both sat on the bench and ate ice creams in comfortable silence, holding each other’s hand.

Dick, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie all stood in front of the Wayne Manor with barely contained excitement, waiting for the infamous Addams family and Jason to show up.

Dick was mainly looking forward for his family to see the side of Jason no one had ever seen before, Tim was occasionally standing on his tiptoes to see if any car was nearing, and Damian was keeping himself still but his body practically trembled with excitement due to being a fan of your vigilante persona for a long time. Barbara had a smile on her face with a hint of nervousness, while Cassandra and Stephanie talked to each other to calm their nerves.

Even without research, the Addams family was quite the celebrity family in Gotham because of their richness that seemed to tie with Bruce Wayne, but moreover, they were rather infamous for being “weird” and gothic as those experts for minding businesses that aren’t their own paparazzi claimed. The Wayne family didn’t really need to dive into the deepest parts of internet in their computer; one newspaper — with the front cover of five people with gothic outfits standing in front of the big ass almost-castle-house — dedicated entirely to the weird family already helped.

Only thing they needed to research about was you, and surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to find information about your vigilantism — which is how all of them realized not only was Jason dating the person Damian idolizes more than his own father, but also the one who brutally tortured and straight-up dumped Joker into Arkham Asylum. Needless to say, it kinda made sense to them that Jason’s dating you, though Bruce wasn’t pleased.

The gates being opened to a black limousine caught their attention, making Cass and Steph break their conversation to watch the car drive closer before eventually stopping in front of them. A butler, who took them by surprise due to his seemingly inhuman looks similar to the Frankenstein monster, got out to open the door.

A man wearing a black suit with white stripes was the first to come out of the limousine as he smiles cheerfully at them, helping his wife to step out. Cassandra’s jaw dropped at the beautiful woman with black, long and silky hair who gives them an enchanting, almost hypnotizing smile.

Next to step out were a boy wearing black and white striped shirt and a girl who had her hair braided on two sides. The boy gave them an all too adorable friendly smile, but his sister only held a blank face as she observed each of the Wayne members. Finally, Jason got out together with you, all of them noticing your intertwined hands.

Your lover raised his brows, “Why are you all here?”

“Well, Bruce said we didn’t have to, but we wanted to welcome you here.” Dick shrugged, nodding at you. “Good to see you again, (Y/n).”

“Likewise, Dick.” You smile. “Greetings, ladies, gentlemen. The name’s (Y/n). This are my parents Gomez and Morticia,” Your parents greet them with a nod and friendly smile. “And my siblings Wednesday and Pugsley.” Pugsley waves his hand, enthusiastic to meet Jason’s family, while Wednesday crosses her arms above her chest and simply nods without a word.

Dick was grinning at your siblings because of their adorableness, not even the slightest bit bothered by Wednesday’s lack of emotion. Cassandra and Tim were gawking at Gomez and Morticia, how they seem so perfect and gorgeous, not only each on their own but together as well. Stephanie and Barbara beamed at you while Damian observed Wednesday and Pugsley, but there wasn’t any hint of malice or bad intention in his eyes — just curiosity. The Addams family sure are good looking individuals.

“Uh — hi,” Tim was the first to speak out of the Wayne’s, awkwardly waving his hand because of the fact he felt as if the Addams were ethereal beings due to their beauty. “You... You all look beautiful. I’m surprised.”

Wednesday’s brows raised as you tilted your head slightly to the side, looking confused. Morticia and Gomez exchanges a glance from not knowing what to say, while Pugsley smiled nicely at Tim despite the truth of being called beautiful feels like an insult. Yours and your family’s reaction immediately worried the Wayne children; none of you seemed pleased or happy with the compliment Tim gave, in fact, you kind of looked offended.

Seeing his siblings getting worried that they might’ve done something wrong, Jason clears his throat to catch everyone’s attention and successfully did so. “What he means is you all look deadly and loathsome. He wasn’t trying to offend you in any way, he just isn’t used to our ways of compliment.” He elaborated with a genuine look, and his siblings looked taken aback that he seemed really calm and gentle with you and your family. Jason have always had anger issues; his rage was explosive everywhere he goes and the main victims of it were criminals, but sometimes it was directed entirely at Bruce because of their unpleasant history.

He was never known as a calm person even in the family. Always seemed on edge, like a walking bomb that’s ticking every second, unknown by people how to stop it from exploding so suddenly. However, as Jason stands with you holding your hand tightly, his entire demeanor was almost completely different from what his family was used to. He was as calm as a wind that caresses the Mother Nature so softly in fear of disturbing her and as gentle as anyone who holds a little kitten in their hands — there was no ticking time bomb, just a soft man caring and pouring his heart and love out to his awesome lover. Jason looked comfortable around you and your family, extremely to the point that he hadn’t noticed practically calling himself an Addams. It made his siblings’ hearts swell with happiness.

“Oh,” Morticia sighed in relief, and even just that felt and looked so heavenly. “We’re sorry, my dear. We weren’t aware of that. I was afraid you found us tolerable.”

Tim chuckles, not really knowing what to say. He was visibly confused, though from what he was able to pick up on, negative comments seems to be taken as positive ones in your family. While most of them were confused just like Tim, Damian quickly understood how compliments worked within the Addams and smirked fondly.

Dick finally gathers his thoughts to clear his throat, “Well, let’s go in now, shall we?”

As your family nodded in sync, you turn to Jason while fixing your collar with the empty hand. “Love, do I look menacing? I have to look presentable when meeting your father. I despise looking good.” You stated, checking your outfit and trying to fix where you found unpresentable.

It’s rare to see you fidgeting and uneasy, making Jason smile. He knew you lose your composure only when it comes to him and it made him feel so loved, appreciated, and important. “You always look menacing, babe. Could scare off any children that passes by.” He compliments, bringing up your intertwined hands and kissing the back of yours.

The corner of your lips twitched up, squeezing his hand back as amusement and adoration shows themselves on your expression. “That’s very lovely. This is why I loathe you.”

The flirting between you and Jason was so natural that even Damian wasn’t affected by it — he’s mostly disgusted and cringed out when people flirt in front of him, but for some reason, Jason flirting with you didn’t bother him at all. Perhaps, because it isn’t a modern type of flirting where couples show disgusting amount of PDA or say things halfheartedly just to make their partner feel good, but rather, it’s one that uses old-fashioned yet romantic language which truthfully comes from the heart. You and Jason flirt with respect for each other, where neither of you objectify nor sexualize the other.

There was a clear unspoken understanding between you, which was shown in just this little flirtatious moment. The way you show your love for each other might be old-fashioned and out of ordinary in this modern day, but it’s honestly more romantic than any of the modernized ones.

“You two always flirt,” Wednesday spoke as she swiftly turned around to meet yours and Jason’s eyes. “It would’ve been more perfect if you were holding a human heart and giving it to each other.”

Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie all widened their eyes at her opinion — is she telling you to kill someone, take their heart out, and give it to each other to show your love? That wouldn’t be a romance anymore; it’ll be a dark romance.

However, you only shrugged your shoulders while Jason chuckled in amusement, as if that comment was as normal as seeing trees and nature everywhere. Neither of you were even concerned with what Wednesday said. “There’s precisely a possibility of that occurring, though it’s not yet now.” You responded calmly, as expressionless as Wednesday but slight amusement littered your tone.

The others tensed at your statement with the exception of Damian, who only smirked in pride, as they all remember the news of Joker getting dumped into Arkham Asylum by a vigilante that isn’t Batman. Like mentioned before, Joker was in a really bad shape when he was quite literally thrown into the Asylum, very visible signs of torture coating his body everywhere.

When Bruce visited, it was worse than how the media portrayed it to be. Tongue cut off, fingers broken and two missing, heavily concussed, several cuts along his face and body, and bruises covering most of his body parts. Worst of it all was that Joker didn’t seem like himself anymore; he does laugh — never had been a time when Joker didn’t laugh — but it wasn’t his typical laughter. All the mockery, self-confidence and cockiness weren’t there. Instead, fear and paranoia filled the laughter Bruce was so used to hearing. It was so uncharacteristic and very unlikely of Joker.

He’s finally put behind bars for good, but how the fuck can a vigilante absolutely destroy the Joker? He was indestructible yet you managed to break him so bad that his insanity got flooded with immense fear rather than the urge to kill everyone and everybody for no reason.

And as they stand in front of you now, none of them can even imagine how such a gentleman like you could’ve broke him completely. You seem so respectful, sweet, gentleman, and lovely that it’s almost impossible to believe you were the one who did it. But everyone should always expect the unexpected, right?

“Dick,” Jason’s voice snaps the oldest boy out of his own thoughts as he nods his head towards the door. “Let’s go in.”

The Grayson only hummed, turning around to open the door and gesture inside with his other hand, bowing a little to show respect. Morticia and Gomez smiled pleasantly and brightly, touched by his manners as they enter. Wednesday followed next with a usual expressionless face, and Pugsley said “thank you” first before entering, then Jason pulled you along with him at last. The door closed behind Damian who was the last to enter.

“Welcome,” Bruce immediately greeted as soon as all of your eyes met his, and your parents doesn’t hesitate to smile respectfully and kindly at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” Gomez steps forward with his hand extended to shake Bruce’s hand before gesturing to his wife standing beside him. “She’s my wife Morticia and these are my children. Perhaps, you already know about (Y/n)?”

Bruce’s unreadable gaze shift from your father to you, attempting to figure out your characteristics by just looking. However, despite the nervousness you’re feeling, you didn’t fail to compose yourself and appeal confident with the usual emotionless expression on your face. Your gaze sparkling darkly under the light made him feel uneasy somehow, as if you knew all of his dirty little secrets and his entire characteristics as well as personality and attitude without analyzing that much.

Truth be told, you heard Bruce’s attitude from Jason when he opened himself up to you. Your Beloved was extremely traumatized by what happened with Joker that it affected the way he saw the world; it should’ve been that way too with Bruce because he’s Jason’s adoptive father — yet what really happened was the complete opposite.

Bruce may not have had an ill intent of dismissing or ignoring what happened to Jason, but to continue living like Joker didn’t kill his second son made him unlikable on your list. You’re a very respectful person as Gomez and Morticia didn’t raise you to be an awful entity, and you would never want to go against your lover’s adoptive father — although, that does not mean you accept his morals.

Hiding the unsettled feeling building up in his stomach, Bruce attempts to smile at you and shake your hand. “So you’re (Y/n). I’ve only ever heard once about you.”

Only the corner of your lips twitched, a barely formed smile appearing as you shake his hand, eyes still piercing through him like a dagger. “And I’ve heard a lot of... things about you, Mr. Wayne.” The calculative tone in your voice set an alarm within Bruce’s head and he would’ve pulled his hand away from your grasp if it wasn’t for his conscious mind forcing himself to calm down. “Be not afraid — You’ll see no judgement here.” You gave him a pointed look.

Jason quickly goes behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, the soft look on him being noticed by everyone present in the room. “Babe, let’s have dinner first. You’ll absolutely love Alfred’s cooking. They’re hella tasty.” He compliments, winking at Alfred who stood at the side. Alfred smiled with gratitude.

Bruce notices the way a small bit of light shine on your dead-like eyes as soon as you looked at Jason. “Well then, may we?” You shift your soft gaze from Jason to Bruce as you tilt your head slightly to the side.

From then on, the peaceful dinner began with mainly your parents and Bruce sharing thoughts about their own children while the others watch with a smile as Damian starts a conversation with you, the one he idolizes the most. It’s surprising to see Damian being really talkative — for the first time ever, he was being an actual child, asking you questions after questions with his eyes sparkling in joy. Not wanting to ruin this seemingly precious moment for Damian, everyone just decided to listen and chime in only once in a while when they feel like it. You were extremely patient with Damian the entire time he was bombarding you with questions, answering all of them without getting annoyed.

Jason felt relieved to witness the dinner going smoothly.

Truth be told, he was secretly worried about it turning into a disaster due to your vigilantism — Jason knew how Bruce felt about you after realizing you were the unnamed vigilante that nearly killed the Joker, and he thought Bruce would bring it up right away soon as dinner started. Luckily, he didn’t. It made Jason sigh in relief and relax on his seat, smiling as he watched you talk with his siblings.

However, perhaps it was too soon.

“(Y/n), how long have you been a vigilante?”

Jason immediately froze at Bruce’s question. The chit-chatting within the dining hall quickly falls into silence as everyone, too, froze — except the Addams family, who were still eating calmly and quietly, unbothered.

You first swallowed the food you were chewing before wiping your mouth elegantly with a napkin and not even hesitating to meet Bruce’s piercing eyes. “Since I was a child, Mr. Wayne.” You answered simply.

Bruce leans on the table, taking it slow. “Why did you become one?”

You felt Jason squeezing your hand under the table, as if to say you don’t have to answer everything. Though, you still did. “One of our ancestors was a vigilante, although he was hanged alongside his wife’s burning body when a rumour spread that she was a witch. He’s quite the legend within our family, you see.” Dick, Stephanie and Barbara’s jaws dropped. “I could say I was inspired by him. Although the sole purpose of my vigilantism is to bring justice to those who were rejected, neglected, and ignored by our unpleasantly ridiculous, worthless justice system.”

Feeling nervousness radiate off of Jason from how he squeezed your hand even more strongly, you gently hold and knead his hand to give him relaxation. After he stopped squeezing and slightly calmed down, you readjusted his hand so your and his fingers would intertwine with each other. You could feel him staring, but you never avoided eye contact with Bruce.

“To bring justice...” The Billionaire trails off meaningfully, as if it was something he wasn’t expecting to hear from you. “Was that your way of bringing justice?” The sharpness in his tone clearly gave everyone an idea of what he’s talking about.

However, despite the tension thickening and Bruce’s eyes narrowing in judgment, you kept your composure with an expressionless face, nerves surprisingly as calm as water flows. There wasn’t anything you were feeling at the moment, just the patience you need to deal with Jason’s shallow-minded father.

“I’m most definitely certain yours and my understanding of justice varies.” You immediately responded without missing a beat. Bruce’s eyes pierced through you, but your (e/c) eyes were much worse. It was reading him thoroughly, looking into his soul, his mind, feeling as if you knew everything.

“Though, I must admit for everyone’s knowledge, just so no one is left unaware — I tortured Joker not to seek justice for my lover, but to feed my vengeance and urge to revenge.” Your dark eyes glinted in amusement under the lights as the confession slips from your mouth with no restraints, like you’re just talking about nonchalant things. That’s not the only thing that made a cold shiver run down everyone’s spine; it was also the way your supposedly expressionless face completely shifted for the first time only to form a dark, prideful, egotistical look, accompanied by a smirk which obviously stated you weren’t regretful.

Now, there’s no way Bruce would take it lightly.

Sensing the events had turned out more worrisome, Jason tries to tug on your intertwined hands. “(Y/n), sweetheart, we should—”

Your cold gaze avert towards him, and it softened only a bit. “Apologies for interrupting you, my love, but leaving our dinner without finishing them would be disrespect to the person who cooked them for us.” You placed a gentle kiss on the back of Jason’s hand to assure him. “Worry not so much. Your father and I are only getting to know one another.”

As soon as your cold and piercing eyes returned to him, Bruce immediately feels an unsettling feeling in his gut as his heartbeat quickens. He could see it’s easy for you to deal with him or this kind of confrontation — the dangerous thing he noticed about you is that you never lose composure and patience regardless if the situation at hand benefits you or not. The only time you’ve probably ever lost your collectedness was with Joker, whom you actually had every right to get absolutely livid at. You love Jason more than words could ever tell, Bruce can easily see that, but your actions not lining up with his morals made it difficult for him to accept you willingly.

While the Addams simply minded their own business by continuing to eat, the others couldn’t find it in themselves to act like there was no tension rising in the air. They knew this confrontation was coming, but witnessing it unfold before their own eyes isn’t easy. Most of them had to swallow the lump that formed in their throat, with Damian being the only one who isn’t nervous in the slightest.

“Mr. Wayne, I have a deep understanding of your morals and the regulations you’ve set in this home... how none of your family is allowed to kill criminals.” You stated with a smile that was barely visible, though respectful nonetheless. However, it instantly vanishes. “But I must remind you one thing — just because you believe your morals are correct does not make it righteous in any way.”

That certainly struck a core in Bruce.

“We, humans, are incapable of finding the correct morals that all of humanity would agree on. You may believe your morals are absolute and there could be a wonderful soul who has developed the same belief as you, but it would never be everyone.” Your hand gracefully gestures to the people in the dining room to emphasize your point before it comes to rest on the table as you intertwine it with your other hand. “You see, humans are not humans without distinctive differences, and pushing your own standards on others likely causes more harm than it should help put them in control.”

The way you’ve said every word with such grace and elegance was nothing but fascinating as everyone found themselves suddenly voiceless. Your every gesture and movement showed an exquisite manner no other human beings were blessed with, alongside your use of sophisticated language that silently told your high level of intelligence. Other than that, Bruce was speechless from how much your words contained truth and wisdom only a philosopher has. He had never seen nor met someone so wise as you.

Perhaps, that’s why you’re so intimidating — every bit of your intelligence and attitude is your very own power no one else could ever have.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce clears his throat to find his voice and meets your eyes. “Are you implying I should accept how different yours and my morals are?”

“Precisely,” You answered without hesitation, sipping the wine Jason had poured for you when the dinner started. “My morality is concerned with the victims, not the perpetrators nor myself. Your morality is concerned with your inability to control your murderous urges when committed.” Bruce inhales sharply, making your eyes glint since he proved you right.

Gomez and Morticia smile to themselves as they felt proud of how you’re always able to point out things others usually don’t or can’t. Despite your brutal honesty, there is clearly respect within the way you speak to Bruce, which is why neither of them stopped you from defending and proving yourself. Helping you was not in their options; they knew you can handle yourself perfectly fine with the number of times you’ve put people in their place physically or verbally.

“(Y/n), baby... It’s okay,” Jason quietly attempts to stop you, knowing those words were intentionally spoken to strike a nerve in his non-biological father.

He knew how your blood boiled when you found out Bruce didn’t kill the Joker because of his ridiculous morality. He can still remember the way your eyes always darkened at even the slightest mention of Batman or Bruce Wayne. It took two years for you to overcome your wrath on the billionaire before you went after the Joker.

Before you could respond to your lover, Bruce caught your attention again with a simple question — “Why did you do it?”

You look back at him, seeing him staring at you and waiting for an answer. The corner of your lips lifted. “Well, wouldn’t we do anything for love?” Bruce's brows raised at the warm look on your face, not knowing your face was capable of making such expression. “No one hurts my soul and live freely without heavy consequences.” You shrugged, looking heavily smug.

Wednesday scoffed, “You should’ve just put a curse on him. It would have saved you all the trouble and exhaustion.” She looked at you as if what you did was the most incorrect thing in the world.

“No, should’ve electrocuted him!” Said Pugsley with a grin. “It didn’t make me insane when Wednesday did it to me, but it could break his mind.” Everyone’s face shifted into a look of shock at the sudden revelation.

“Now now, children.” Morticia interrupts, “What (Y/n) does to his enemies should be decided by him and him only. You don’t decide for (Y/n).”

“Well, Joker hurt Jason and he’s our brother. Nobody hurts my brothers and lives.” Wednesday responded immediately with empty eyes seeking vengeance, stabbing the steak with a fork and making Dick, Tim and Stephanie flinch.

You threw a knife at her with a single flick of your wrist, just narrowly missing her face, stabbing the wall behind her. She doesn’t flinch and instead gives you a look, which you ignore and reach for another knife to cut your steak with. “Manners, Wednesday. If you wish to stab something, search for someone that would be worthy of it, not a supper.”

“You missed on purpose,” Wednesday complains, annoyed.

You sarcastically smile, “Perhaps, I wouldn’t intentionally miss again if you’re respectful towards a supper.”

She glared, “Miss again and I’ll dump you in a paint full of pastels.”

You just rolled your eyes at her tactics while Jason bursts into laughter, knowing how much you and your family hate pastels. To the Addams, pastels and joyful people are the most insufferable matters in the world. There’s nothing you all hate more than that.

His father and brothers couldn’t believe what happened in front of them. None of the Addams, even Jason, cared that you just threw a knife at Wednesday. In fact, your parents were far from concerned as they only watched with warm smiles on their faces, because truthfully that was just you and Wednesday bickering. It’s nothing serious although others might disagree.

“Apologies for our children, Mr. Wayne.” Morticia says casually after Wednesday had returned to eating her dinner, making Bruce turn to look at her. “They’ve always bickered even when they were just a child. (Y/n) and Wednesday in particular, they liked to attempt burning each other alive ever since hearing the story of one of our ancestors who got burned at the Salem Witch Trials. Children love those stories, you know.” She places a hand on her chest, right above her heart, smiling at her children.

“Wait, hold on— You tried to burn each other alive?” Dick was the one who questioned what everyone couldn’t find their voices to ask about, too shocked and horrified that attempting to kill each other seems so natural and normal within the Addams family.

“Yes, for the record.” You answer without looking up. “Being burned alive is classified as the most painful, agonizing way to die, which is why it had been the perfect punishment for those who were accused of witchcraft in 1692 and 1693. My sister and I were intrigued to see whether this was a fact or just merely false information, so we would always attempt to burn each other in hopes of discovering the truth.”

“Funny thing is, they never did.” Jason cackles as Wednesday shot him an unamused look. “(Y/n) still wishes he could die being burned alive, though.”

The corner of your lips merely twitched in a soft smile as you kissed the back of Jason’s hand affectionately, eyes closed. “Have I ever mentioned I want you to do the honor?” You say with such a loving and adoring tone that Jason felt his heart swell, knowing this is somewhat a proposal that only an Addams would understand.

It was a traditional Addams way of showing they love the person rather than wrapping it up in just three words that rarely comes from the bottom of one’s heart. You would die for him, and only he could bring your ultimate demise, no one else. You were offering him your heart and soul, as well as life, permitting him to hold and treasure it for the rest of your lives. It was an implication that you would dedicate your life to him with nothing in return — you will do everything for him. It’s easy to kill — you’ve nearly done it with the Joker — but it’s not easy to live and die for him, but you will and you would.

Feeling overwhelmed with all the love you endlessly give and show, Jason couldn’t help but hide behind his empty hand in an attempt to hold his tears in, always being emotional whenever he gets the love he doesn’t think he deserves. But he does. You’ve never failed to show him he deserves everything you offer. God, how did he even end up with you? You’re so good to him, so loving and giving, Jason didn’t even expect you’ll be like this back when you two were just strangers building friendship. Jason can’t let you go anymore, and he would never even if you asked him to. He loves you just as much as you love him, although yours seem bigger than his.

The Wayne family witnessed Jason, the usually insufferable Todd who thrives off of violence, cry at the mere love and affection his lover gave. Jason was crying because you reminded him of how significant he was to your life. The big bad wolf, the ruthless Red Hood, the boy who had an immense thirst for vengeance, the boy whose blood is filled with utmost rage towards the world, was crying at the simple showcase of love.

And that’s how Bruce — no, his entire family — knew they failed to love him enough.

But they don’t have to make it up to him anymore. They can’t, because you’re already showering him with love and adoration and appreciation and everything he deserves. You did everything what they were supposed to do — what Bruce was supposed to do.

“Oh, mon amour...” You let go of his hand to gently hold his face with both hands, kissing away the tears that overflowed from his eyes. Jason stayed still, relishing how good you are, how soft you treated him as he gripped your gentle hands. Once you’re done kissing his tears away, he buried his face into your chest while wrapping his arms around you, embracing tightly. You kiss the top of his head, caging him in your arms as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

Jason closes his eyes within your embrace, inhaling your calming scent mixed with a cooling hint of cologne. It’s funny how you’ve always associated yourself with death and darkness, yet for Jason, your mere presence is a light at the end of the tunnel that makes him alive every day. “Thank you, (Y/n)...” He murmurs into your chest, barely audible, but heard by you nonetheless.

You gently scratch his scalp, not caring about your meals and attention solely focused on your lover. “For what exactly, chéri? I have not done anything for you to give me such gratitude, at least not that I remember. I have only been attempting to drown you in my love and affection, haven’t I? Are they worthy of your gratitude?”

He chuckled, “You know damn well they are.”

You tilt your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “Even so, do you truly believe it’s significant for me more than just your presence?” Jason slowly looks up at you, his mesmerizing eyes meeting yours, before shaking his head quietly. A satisfied look crosses your face at that, “There you go. It isn’t difficult to figure out now, is it?” Jason shakes his head, burying his face into your chest once again.

As you continue to comfort Jason, Damian stares at the sight with a weird look. “Todd is extremely quiet when he’s around (Y/n). It’s... weird.”

Dick nudged him, “Hey, let him be. Jay’s probably just very comfortable with him.”

“It’s still weird, though.” Tim insists.

Barbara and Stephanie watched with smiles while you kiss Jason’s forehead, too willing to accept you despite finding your family quite strange. People have different traditions and cultures anyway; they figured yours are just too extraordinary and unusual that don’t fit society’s standards. Being different doesn’t matter when it’s clear that you love Jason too much, in your own special way.

Cassandra glances at Bruce, who seemed to be in deep thought. “I don’t think you have any other choice but to accept him.” Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts, “Look at them. They’re very much in love. More than in love, I’d say. It looks like they were meant to be with each other. Like destiny’s the one who wrote them together.”

Bruce looked at the two of you, who obviously saw nothing but each other in your little world.

“Besides, he basically called bullshit on your morals. And you know all too well he’s beyond right.” Cassandra smirks, “I hope your pride doesn’t get in the way of welcoming a new member, dad.”

Bruce sighed.

Well, it’s inevitable that you’ll be a member one way or another. Cassandra was right about that, and although he didn’t want to admit it, Bruce knew he accepted you the moment you stood up against him. It’s not always there’s someone who is brave enough to speak up against the Bruce Wayne.

Though, he may have to teach you not to strangle literally every single person who mess with Jason.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[thesunshinebunny]

Since requests are open can you do the octotrio with a s/o fem who dresses in doll core please?

My respects to anyone who wears this style every day, they seem like a walking beauty to me. Have a nice day everyone, drink enough water and take your daily dose of sunshine. Smoooch

Azul

Azul, being a man who contemplates every tiny detail, whether in his studies or in his contracts, could not help but notice every little detail in your dresses, your skirts, your crinolines.

The delicate lace, the ribbons, even the little bows made you dazzle. A unique aesthetic, for a unique person.

From time to time, and as long as business, and his pocket allows, he likes to buy you small pieces of accessories, whether necklaces, mittens or earrings. Once, Azul saved for months to be able to buy you a small music box, adorned with a beautiful and delicate porcelain brooch. Every exquisite item for his sweet doll.

He chooses each gift with the hope of seeing your carefully made-up face light up, drawing that happiness in your eyes and lips that makes Azul so happy.

Months into your relationship, Azul slowly begins to leave small decorations in the VIP room based on your style, and lately he even started wearing a small bronze brooch on his tie, matching your hair clip.

He likes to listen to you talk about this particular style for hours, he dives into the history and evolution. How you came to that style and how you represent yourself simply is what he likes to hear the most, as your eyes light with tiny sparkles.

Likewise, Azul shows a genuine interest in this style, understanding it thoroughly is synonymous with understanding you more. Little by little, he understands your tastes and preferences even more.

Jade

When he first laid eyes on you, he was truly intrigued by your… peculiar appearance. It's not every day you see Night Raven students in such eccentric attire.

He began to investigate the roots and their characteristics with an almost academic fascination. After all, getting to know a client for future persuasion is always good bussiness.

But this research went further. It felt almost genuine, even eager to get to know you better and to get to know you from a distance. He loved the idea of ​​discovering the unique aspects of that aesthetic that made you so… special.

As time went by, and with courage in his chest, Jade decided to take the first step. And as extra as he is, he decides to give you a special collection of small porcelain figures. A direct shot to your little heart.

At first you couldn't accept the gift, knowing that it was too expensive, but Jade wasn't going to take no for an answer. In the end, that collection didn't come out of his own pocket, but from the many unfortunate souls he had extorted into getting a doll each one of them.

After that… first gift, Jade really dedicates himself to gathering a couple of madols to buy you small hair accessories or earrings, carefully selecting each one and paying extreme attention to detail.

Jade likes to organize appointments to collector centers and doll core stores, watching as your face inspects every corner of the space looking for the perfect piece to finish an outfit. He wants the experience to make you feel loved and special.

He likes to save the objects that end up breaking due to wear and tear and years of use. In fact, he uses them as decoration for his multiple terrariums, admiring them day and night.

Floyd

Floyd is instantly intrigued by your doll core style. Maybe to try and mock you in the beginning, with a mix of curiosity and amusement. But slowly, veeeeery slowly, he’s getting into it by the love in your voice when you’re talking about it.

He even starts to notice some little details, the same intricate ones and whimsical nature of doll core fashion fascinate him, and he can't help but be drawn to the elegance and playfulness of your look.

Floyd loves to tease you about your doll-like appearance. He might make playful comments or jokes about how you look like a living porcelain doll, but it’s all in good fun.

His teasing is affectionate and meant to show how much he enjoys your unique style.

Despite his chaotic and carefree demeanor, Floyd has a surprisingly protective side. He’ll be attentive to your comfort and safety, especially when it comes to your delicate outfits. He’ll make sure you’re not in any danger of getting your clothes ruined or getting uncomfortable during your adventures together.

Even scaring and beating some schoolmates they look at you in a strange or contemptuous way.

If you ever feel self-conscious or insecure about your fashion choices, he’ll be there to cheer you up and remind you how stunning and unique you are. His support is genuine, hidden beneath his playful facade.

During quieter moments, Floyd might enjoy seeing you in your aesthetic loungewear or cozy outfits. He finds the contrast between your elegant style and the relaxed setting endearing, and he’ll cherish these intimate, laid-back times with you.

[lilly-chou-chou]

Lolita fashion: A guide for beginners and love letter to seasoned Lolitas (Fashion guide part ll)

Hello everyone!! Few days ago I had made a guide for people interested and doing gyaru fashion (interested people please visit my account to read about it <3) moving on I was intrigued and ready to take on the world of Lolita fashion as well, I hope this guides helps newer people and makes other old followers of this amazing fashion culture realize that it is all about fun and feeling pretty. Some may agree with this and some may not either way I am posting this <3

(Kindly please stop sending d#ath threads regarding this post. Kindly also refrain from sending comments saying I deserve those threaths please 🙏🏼)

My guides start from here on. So as a lot of people know, this culture of fashion was started by taking inspirations from Rococco and Victorian era. Over the years this subculture of Japanese fashion has definitely evolved and this subculture has given birth to many sub styles like most famous being sweet Lolita, gothic Lolita and hime Lolita.

So now that you know the gist of this style let me educate you further that the reason Lolita fashion exists is purely just for fun. People especially women wanted to feel that elegance and olden time beauty and dressed up in Lolita just for fun!! So no. 1 rule of Lolita is to have fun. Enjoy what you wear and buy.

Yes, when you first begin it is necessary that you browse through the summary but make sure to ONLY browse through the history of Lolita fashion. Never pay too much attention towards rules of Lolita because again just like gyaru fashion it was and has always been foreigners who police others and are way too anal about rules when as a matter of fact the whole reason Lolita and gyaru existed was to have fun! Of course but only gyaru had a backstory of opposing with stereotypes of women in Japan.

I am here to tell you that I have lived in Japan during the hype of Lolita and gyaru (also being an avid follower of both fashion culture since the age of 4) and having talking with foreigners and locals I suggest you to only LIKE ONLY listen to locals because they truly know what's up. My guides are filled with my experience and what they have told me.

So let's talk about rules like lace and materials and shit. What I have been told and have been doing my life is that pick any lace design that you feel pretty in because in the end even back then Lolita fashion magazines and shows would only tell you what a typical Lolita would wear like poofy dress and small details like pretty wigs and such but people in streets be it Harajuku or Shibuya or etc etc didn't follow these rules themselves and they were covered in latest Lolita trends from head to toe.

The magazines and such only give you an idea of what you can do or typical image of a Lolita fashion follower. That doesn't mean you have to do exactly that. Things like "stop wearing that" "your lace is ugly" "wow you purchased dress from Amazon? Fuck you" "that dress quality sucks you are NOT a real Lolita" is all doing of foreigner Lolita fashion followers.

I am so sorry if you ever encountered any of these people but Lolita girlies in Japan will never harass you like this.

Plus buying stuff from Amazon is OKAY because even though these days there are many affordable Lolita dresses and accessories, it is okay to still look for options and I understand that some people don't have budget and just because you are tight on budget doesn't mean you should be left out. YOU ALSO DESERVE TO FEEL PRETTY! Amazon might not be authentic if that's what you can afford atm then go for it please, enjoy and have fun because you were to meet other Japanese Lolitas they will say things like "wow I didn't know these days Amazon sold such good quality Lolita dresses" never feel guilty for buying off brand.

What people don't tell you is that these days even brands break some of the rules from Lolita fashion and honestly if the household brands break them then you also shouldn't feel bad about messing up. I just want Lolita fashion culture to be welcoming and I don't want beginners to be afraid and I don't want old members to feel the need to be always classic authentic.

Even the queen and ambassador of foreign affairs kawaii aka president of Japan Lolita Association Misako Aiko who has been doing Lolita fashion for 25 years also mixes and matches from different fashion and breaks so called rules like poofy dress shape, owning few dresses with no laces, hair usually styled in a simple way, not always wearing a blouse or a head wear etc etc.

In conclusion if the president of Lolita fashion and household brands are breaking rules then you should also not feel guilty for few little things here and there. Aim of Lolita fashion is to feel pretty and have fun. You are the prettiest person alive, embrace it and have fun with this style. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Do what makes you happy and don't ever feel guilty about buying off brands because sometimes food, shelter and bills is important and that is understandable.

I love everyone of you. Hope my guides help you a lot <3

[shitsndgiggs]

Hey... can you write about kenan yildiz x reader where they are in established relationship and she had an opportunity to do this modeling job where she had to wear wedding dress on runway... and his kind of reaction to seeing her in that way and his teammates teasing him about it. I'm talking about those big beautiful wedding dresses that are elegant and iconic... make it fluff...

WALKING THE RUNWAY - KENAN YILDIZ

In which kenan is mesmerized when you walk down the runway in a wedding dress

Kenan Yildiz x model! reader

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Kenan and I had been dating for a couple of years now, and he was always so supportive of my career as a model.

But tonight was special. I had been selected to model a series of wedding dresses for a high-end fashion show, and Kenan had insisted on being there to watch me.

The venue was packed, the lights were blinding, and the music was loud. The energy was electric, and I could feel the excitement coursing through my veins as I stood backstage, waiting for my turn. I took a deep breath, smoothing out the intricate lace on my dress.

"You're up next," a stagehand whispered to me.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew Kenan was out there somewhere in the audience, probably sitting with his teammates.

The thought made me smile. He always looked so proud when he watched me work.

As I stepped onto the runway, the lights dimmed, and a spotlight focused on me. The crowd hushed, and I could feel all eyes on me. The dress was a masterpiece—an elegant, iconic wedding gown with layers of delicate fabric that flowed like a dream.

The bodice was adorned with intricate beadwork, and the train trailed behind me, shimmering under the lights.

I walked down the runway with confidence, my eyes scanning the audience until I found Kenan.

He was sitting in the front row with some of his teammates, and I could see his jaw drop as he took in the sight of me in the wedding dress.

His eyes were wide with awe, and a proud smile spread across his face.

As I reached the end of the runway, I struck a pose, the dress fanning out around me. The audience erupted in applause, but all I could see was Kenan, his eyes filled with admiration and love.

Backstage, as I prepared for my next outfit, Kenan's teammates were quick to tease him.

"Dude, did you see the look on your face when she walked out?" one of them laughed. "You looked like you were about to propose right there!"

Kenan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I couldn't help it. She looked incredible."

"Better start saving up, man," another teammate joked. "She might want a dress like that for the real thing."

Kenan grinned, still mesmerized by the sight of me in the dress. "I'd buy her a hundred dresses if it means I get to see her that happy."

When the show finally ended, and I had changed back into my regular clothes, I found Kenan waiting for me backstage.

He pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me off the ground and spinning me around.

"You were amazing," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You say that every time."

"But this time, I mean it even more," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You were absolutely breathtaking in that dress."

I blushed, looking down at my feet. "Thank you, Kenan. It means a lot to me that you were here."

He cupped my face in his hands, tilting my head up to look at him. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Seeing you up there, so beautiful and confident... it made me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life."

I smiled, leaning into his touch. "I'm the lucky one, Kenan."

He kissed me then, soft and tender, his lips lingering on mine. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine. "I can't wait for the day when I get to see you walk down the aisle for real."

I felt my heart swell with love and happiness. "Me too, Kenan. Me too."

[loveliest-venus]

Suna Rintaro can’t get over how good you look.

He’s trying his damnedest to keep his eyes off your glamorously clad figure, but it proves to be nothing short of a gargantuan task when the shade of your dress accentuates your eyes and matches your jewelry in one flawless vision worthy of those fashion magazines his sister insists he buys for her every time he visits their childhood home. But worst of all is your makeup, the glittery shadows on your eyelids and glossy sheen on your lips pulling him in as if you had wrapped an actual rope around his frame, keeping him bound to you.

It’s hard to breathe when you’re this close and he swears he can catch a whiff of your perfume, never mind that there’s a crowd around you and he can only imagine what you’d smell like if your bodies touched, your warmth seeping into him like sunlight.

Truth be told, he’s never been one for parties and fancy events like these, however, this was one he couldn’t refuse, no matter how much he wanted to. This has been his fantasy ever since he met you, after all, all the way back in his last year of high school. You, wrapped in elegant clothes, beaming at all your friends who compliment you endlessly on your engagement and that gorgeous ring snugly wrapped around your finger. Absolutely glowing with a lovesick gaze, all for the man you’ve chosen to marry.

The only thing that wasn’t part of his fantasy were the arms of another man wrapped around your waist rather than his own.

It’s too bad, he supposes, that you fell in love with his friend before you met him.

Perhaps in another lifetime, you’ll choose him instead.

© 2023 loveliest-venus — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Please do NOT repost, translate, modify, use for AI or claim my content as yours.

[icycoldninja]

I thought of one! Could you do the Sparda men with a female s/o who loves Halloween and all things spooky?(Maybe add that she loves fall too, the colors and coziness of it) And maybe even looks like Morticia Addams? 🕷🕸

Sure, sure, enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Halloween-loving!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Being a seasoned demon hunter, Dante is not at all bothered by ridiculous Halloween decorations and thinks they're little more than goofy plastic props.

-He does get confused when he sees fake spiderweb though, wondering if those are just for decoration or if your house needs to be cleaned.

-He likes fall colors, though. They're warm and oddly cozy.

-He finds himself accompanying you to the store to buy decorations and other fall-themed furniture for your home.

-Is always down to make monster-shapes cookies and carve pumpkins with you, even if it isn't Halloween.

-If you happen to be an elegant goth girl like Morticia AAdam's, Dante will attempt to dress goth to match. It....doesn't suit him.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil claims he doesn't like Halloween because it's all so "foolish", with the exaggerated costumes and unnecessary practices.

-However, you'll still find him stealing candy from the big bowl in the kitchen when he thinks you're not looking.

-Honestly hates most Halloween decorations as they "hurt his eyes". He'll let you decorate the house, as long as you don't go overboard with the plastic nonsense.

-Fall colors are mostly boring to him, except red, maybe. You won't catch him in the decor section of your local supermarket, but you might find him in the produce aisle looking at pumpkins.

-Somehow, Vergil has grown to love pumpkin pie; it might be the only part of fall that he actually enjoys.

-While your attire is "spooky" to others, Vergil thinks you look very beautiful, like a dark queen--his dark queen.

□ Nero □

-Nero loved Halloween as a kid because it meant free candy. To this day, he still likes going out for Trick O Treating with the orphanage kids because he knows he will get free candy.

-Will help you decorate your house if you need it and likes to jumpscare you with fake spiders.

-Accompanies you to the store to look for whatever you need and ends up sneaking big bags of Halloween candy into your cart like a "stealthy" child.

-Likes fall colors, surprisingly, but he's not crazy enough to get your whole living room to match this one aesthetic.

-Really enjoys having scented candles for some reason; nearly every room in your house has at least one now.

-Thinks your fashion sense suits your personality perfectly. You're elegant and spooky, and Nero loves that.

● V ●

-V, being the goth poetry need that he is, enjoys Halloween as much as you are.

-Really enjoys those realistic ghost decorations that you can hang on your wall. Though they don't scare him, he finds them fascinating.

-Enjoys watching horror movies with you, even if neither of you are frightened by them.

-Fall colors are alright in his book, but you won't catch him donning an auburn sweater anytime soon.

-Will go with you to the store to pick out decorations but always gets lost whenever he ventures too far from you. You can usually find him in the outdoor furniture section, reading his book.

-Thinks that you look like the world's prettiest witch, and he uses that word in the best way possible.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Villain's Festival 2024 - Roger Barel

This is one of two parts, though the second part's obtained through ranking.

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Roger: I’ll just get to the point. Pick me.

Following Victor’s explanation of the contest for the bonus,

That was the first thing Roger said to me when he came to my room.

Kate: The rule was that I needed to pick the one that stole my heart, you know?

Roger: Yeah. But knowing you, you’re gonna feel guilty about who you didn’t choose, right? I’m gonna use the bonus money to study curses. One of these days, it’ll help the cursed ones. You shouldn’t feel guilty about giving the bonus to one guy if something comes out of it.

Kate: Got it. I'll consider it.

Roger: Only consider? Not gonna agree to it?

Kate: If I agree to it now, I would be doing a disservice to everyone else. I’ll take what you said into consideration, but the winner’s supposed to be the one that steals my heart.

I couldn’t just bend the rules because of guilt.

When I told Roger about my decision to be fair to everyone, he laughed.

Roger: Oh…? So the lil’ lady wants me to steal your heart?

Kate: T-that’s not what I meant! I just want to follow the rules!

Roger: Getting defensive just makes you sound all the more suspicious, ya know?

Kate: I’m not getting defensive…!

Roger: Sure, sure. Then I’ll follow the rules and steal your heart fair and square.

Better prepare yourself.

–

The next morning, as I was getting ready for the day, a knock sounded on my door.

Kate: Yes? Come in.

When I opened the door while wondering who was on the other side, maids filed into my room one after another.

They brought in a dress and accessories, and began to dress me up.

Kate: Huh? Um, I didn’t request this, so why…

The maids stopped me in my confused state and finished in a flash.

Kate: Wow…

I looked elegant and beautiful in the mirror, just like a noble lady.

(I went along with it, but these clothes look luxurious…?)

(Considering the timing, it's likely that this was prepared by someone in Crown for the bonus contest.)

Roger: Oh, you got dressed.

Kate: Roger?!

While I was thinking about this and that, Roger appeared behind me.

The maids left with smiles on their faces when they saw Roger.

Roger: I don’t know much about fashion so I told the store clerk what ya looked like and had him pick stuff out…

Roger blatantly looks at me up and down.

Roger: Mm, nice, isn’t it?

Kate: Had it picked out…So you prepared this for me, Roger? But why?

Roger: What’d I say? I’m gonna steal your heart.

Kate: Is that so… Thank you.

Roger: So, how is it?

Kate: It’s lovely! It’s comfortable to wear…Though I’m sorry that you have to do all this.

Roger: As long as you like it…then it’s worth it? Though I’m curious about this.

He points at my chest.

Kate: Wha…! Where are you looking?

Roger: No, I’m not staring at your breasts! The neckline! Look at the design here.

Kate: You’re right…The design around the neckline is rather conservative.

Roger: I heard they left it bare like that for a brooch. I just so “happened” to forgot to buy some stuff, so let’s go shopping together.

I’m sure Roger’s lying about that.

(I can’t believe he has the audacity to make that up as an excuse to go on a date…)

(Roger’s familiar with these kinds of tricks, isn’t he?)

Roger: …What’s up?

Kate: N-nothing.

Roger: Really? Thought I saw something like disgust for a moment on your face there.

(I…can’t say that Roger’s experience with women doesn’t bother me in the slightest)

Kate: I was just contemplating on buying the most expensive thing in the store…

Roger: Why not? I’ll get ya whatever you want, even if it’s expensive.

Kate: O-okay… No take backs!

Roger’s generosity and experience with women had me feeling defeated…

We left and headed out into town.

[gem-femmes]

Insider Secrets: The Truth About "Old Money" Style and Breaking Into Elite Circles

As someone close to to “old money” and “new money” in Europe, I’ve learned a few secrets that I can share with you, especially if you’re trying to navigate these circles.

The trend of “old money” or “quiet luxury” style is everywhere these days. Ladies are flocking to this understated, elegant look, thinking it’s the golden ticket to penetrate old money/HNWI social circles, often driven by the hope of hypergamy.

But here’s the thing—while the allure of quiet luxury is understandable, it’s not as simple as wearing Loro Piana knits or perfectly tailored blazers.

Let me be clear:

Old money, or any big money really, isn’t just about how you dress. I’ve seen multimillionaires in torn, frayed jeans at professional events, looking like they couldn’t care less about fashion (or etiquette). Of course, I’ve also seen others in bespoke suits from Savile Row and Milanese tailors.

The common thread? Rich people wear what they want, without a second thought about how others perceive them.

Yes, brands like Loro Piana, Hermès, and Brunello Cucinelli are often associated with old money due to their quality and timeless appeal. But simply buying these pieces doesn’t grant you access to elite circles.

I’ve met women who dress head-to-toe in the latest “quiet luxury” trend—neutral cashmere, silk blouses, simple gold jewelry—yet they stand out as outsiders almost immediately.

Why?

Because it’s not about the clothes. It’s about your worldliness, your experiences, and your confidence.

Being in these circles is more about where you’ve studied, what you’ve accomplished, and where you’ve been—both geographically and culturally.

It’s the woman who spent a summer sailing the Mediterranean, the one who effortlessly converses about art, politics, and global events, or the one who knows the hidden gems in every European city because she’s lived there.

That’s what sets you apart.

Old money recognizes old money not by brands but by behaviors, experiences, and subtle cues that can’t be bought off a rack.

Wearing a Loro Piana coat (or a dupe) won’t compensate for not knowing which fork to use at a formal dinner, or being out of place in a conversation about the latest Sotheby’s auction.

Additionally, these circles are small and everyone has known each other forever. That isn't to say newcomers can't establish connections with rich people. You simply won't be seen as “one of them”, ie a person who has enjoyed the same privileges from birth.

If you really want to fit in with HNWIs, focus less on the wardrobe and more on the experiences that shape who you are.

Travel, educate yourself, cultivate diverse friendships, and engage with the world in a way that enriches you. That’s where the real currency lies.

In the end, the most important lesson is this: rich people are not a monolith. Some care about fashion and brands; many do not. What they often do care about is authenticity, and no amount of “quiet luxury” can substitute for that.

So next time you’re thinking of investing in that perfectly understated designer piece, ask yourself if it’s really what you need—or if there’s another way to truly cultivate the essence of the life you aspire to.

Stay savvy, stay genuine.