miharuki

[miharuki]

ideas time!!

I thought about this recently, I was reading a Winchester Reader x Spencer Reid fic, and I thought about this crossover idea, Supernatural x Criminal Mind, we all know that Dean and Sam have already gone to another universe in the series, but what if now it was just the "reader", as if I don't know, she switched with herself from the Criminal Mind universe:

Like the criminal mind reader (I'll abbreviate it to Cmreader) had disappeared and then the police station (I don't know how to translate this, sorry) but the department decides to locate the CMreader, and in that they show her in the middle of the woods, when they get there only the SPNreader (supernatural reader) comes and then they ask if she's okay, and she's like: wtf??? because right, in the world of supernatural she's hunted etc... and then when people try to talk to her she's like "who are you guys??"

So then people get confused and stuff, and they call her by CM reader's name, and she's like "that's not my name", people think she's lost her memory, while SPNreaser thinks something happened during the hunt Then it cuts to the supernatural world, where Dean and Sam find CMreader, but she's wearing different clothes, etc., and CMreader thinks they're kidnappers and such, so she prepares her gun and the brothers are like, "Sis?? What's up?" So then there's all this confusion, CMreader will have to work with the Winchesters to get back to her world, while SPNreader will have to work alone and get away from the police (since, you know, they don't know about the supernatural, etc.)

What do you think??!?!??!

[miharuki]

Love Dream

Luke Castellan x Reader

★ Synopsis: You've always felt out of place, everyone's faces blurred, your dreams seemed like an escape, but when someone comes into your life and ends up not only interfering in reality but also in your dreams? Will you have the courage to declare yourself or will you keep everything in your little notebook?

★ Tags: yandere, you can't trust anything, romance, this happens before percy arrives (vol 1), good luke (before cronos), paranoid reader, unclaimed reader

★ Ep: 01. 02. 03. 04...

Training had been... well, pretty bad at first. The fact that Luke was good with a sword might’ve actually been a problem. The first time you trained with him, you lost your sword within minutes. He tried to be calm and gentle, helping you out—even though, in comparison, you were pretty bad at fighting. But you were slowly getting better. At your own pace, you were improving.

Annabeth was helping too. She gave you a few tricks to deal with your sleep issues, which, let’s be honest, were never really about sleep. Annabeth might’ve picked up on that. You’re an extremely anxious, paranoid person—especially when people are around—and that sudden urge to sleep had something to do with that. Annabeth had been researching the condition you claimed to have—narcolepsy. She had a theory that it wasn’t a disease at all, but she wasn’t 100% sure yet. Still, she was helping in her own way.

“Hold the sword firmly,” Luke’s voice came from behind as he observed your stance, slowly approaching and guiding your hands with his. You immediately tensed up. Touch was still a work in progress. Annabeth had said that maybe, just maybe, you could get used to someone’s presence. That staying calm might help with the anxiety. But Luke being right behind you, holding your hands to correct your posture? That definitely wasn’t helping. Sensing your tension, Luke tried to speak gently, like someone taming a wounded animal. “You need to relax. Breathe, (Name), slowly…” Your chest rose and fell, slowly. You kept at it for a few minutes until you finally calmed down. You were getting better. It had only been a short time, but you were making progress. Luke was happy about it. A smile appeared on his face as he watched you settle. He waited, hands off, until you were ready, then guided your arms upward with the sword pointed at the dummy—beginning your little private lesson for the day. Private, because Luke trained you far from the others—at your request, scared someone might fall asleep or pass out near you.

“How’d she do today?” Annabeth asked as she approached Luke, holding a tray of food. They both watched you serve yourself, still standing. “Surprisingly well. She’s improving,” Luke said, not taking his eyes off you. Annabeth let out a thoughtful hum. “I’ve been thinking about (Name) for a while now,” she said, watching you nod off while grabbing food. “About what?” Luke turned to her, confused. “About her condition—narcolepsy. I keep wondering if there’s more to it.” Luke looked back up at you. “Well, you said stress and anxiety could trigger it. Think it’s genetic?” Annabeth shook her head. “Only if it’s divine genetics, maybe.” But before Luke could ask anything else, he noticed you approaching, and just like that, the topic died. They followed you to a distant table. Usually, campers had to sit with their cabinmates or roommates, but almost no one actually followed that rule. Did anyone really want the trio to do anything by the book?

Seated at a distant table, you stared out into the courtyard, poking at your food, not noticing Annabeth and Luke exchanging glances before turning to you again. With a slightly humorous tone, Luke poked your hand with his finger and said, “Don’t fall asleep—you need to eat.” You looked at him, then at your plate, and began eating with your gaze lowered. “I was thinking... maybe you’d want to train a little more. You’re doing really well.” You looked up at Luke for a second before lowering your gaze again and replied calmly, “No need. I don’t want to mess up your training schedule.” You didn’t even notice Annabeth elbowing Luke under the table. She quickly changed the subject: “So, what are you planning to do now? If you’re thinking about reading, I’ve got a book that’s totally your vibe.” You looked outside again and shook your head. “Nah… I’m going to write some letters.” The two in front of you exchanged glances like they’d just hit bingo.

“And who are you going to send them to?” Luke asked, leaning across the table a little closer. “To my aunt and my cousin.” You paused before looking back at your food and eating some more. “Well… I’m not actually sending them. I don’t think we can here, so I just write them.” Annabeth mimicked Luke’s movement, both of them now watching you. “You can actually send them,” she said. You looked up, a bit shocked, staring at the two.

After lunch, they walked with you back to your cabin as you pulled out a cardboard box from under your bed. It was simple, but inside it already held a pile of folded papers. You carried it to the Big House. “Why didn’t you just ask Chiron?” Annabeth asked, watching you hug the box. “I didn’t want to bother him… He’s already busy with the camp, and… I didn’t have the guts to ask Mr. D…” Once at the Big House, they helped you into the office. Luke grabbed some tape and labels while you placed the box on the counter. Annabeth came in with paper and a pen. “You sending the whole box?” Luke asked, tape in hand. You shook your head. He cut a piece and sealed the opening of the box tight so nothing would spill out. While he worked the tape, Annabeth helped fill out the address and sender info. Once done, she peeled the sticker and pressed it onto your box. “All done,” Annabeth said, stepping back to admire the packaged box. “And now?” you asked, looking at them. They simply carried it outside. “Now we just leave it to be sent,” Luke explained. You all walked toward the cabins. “Now you know, anytime you want to send letters, all you gotta—” Luke’s sentence was interrupted by a boy walking up to him. You didn’t even notice. His voice and face were blurred in your perception. Annabeth noticed—you didn’t even glance at whoever had approached Luke, like he was invisible. Luke snapped both of you out of it as he turned. “Sorry, guys. They need me real quick, I’ll be right back.” You nodded and watched Luke walk off, heading out with Annabeth at your side.

As Luke walked away with the other boy, Annabeth turned to you. “Why do you avoid people?” You looked at her, confused. She continued, “It’s just… it’s like you don’t even see them.” You raised your eyebrows, then lowered them again as you caught on. “I don’t know. I guess I just… do.” She hummed thoughtfully, observing how visibly calm you seemed. Then she cleared her throat before speaking again. “I’ve got archery training. Wanna come with me? You can just watch, if you want.” You nodded with a shrug. “Okay. I just need to grab something first.” You pointed in a direction, and Annabeth nodded, heading to her cabin to get her bow and arrows.

She glanced back at you walking out of the woods, hugging your usual notebook to your chest. “That’s odd… she didn’t go to her cabin,” Annabeth thought as she went to meet you, checking if you were ready before heading to the training field.

★ Tags:@salmadoesshitsometimes @maggiecc

[miharuki]

Please may I have Black butler platonic headcanons of being the older sister to the Phantomhive twins and also headcanons that she is married to Edward Midford (yes it was the norm back then in the Victorian times and she is the same age as him) and she is a skillful swordswoman and Phantomhive as she is Vincent's kid..she worked as the Queen's Rose for her Majesty in the more darker aspects of the underworld and she did have far more blood on her hands..she never told Edward her missions as it was way too dangerous and she does genuinely apologise but she said "Sorry Edward, it's not for you to get involved". Genuinely the most nicest Noble in London but she was certainly also the most deadly woman in Britain..as feared by the underworld.

Edward's relationship with his future wife since childhood

Elizabeth's relationship with her future sister-in-law

Our! Ciel's relationship with his elder sister from childhood to now

Real! Ciel's relationship with his sister before his death and when he supposedly came back from the dead

Francis Midford's relationship with her

Alexis Midford's relationship with her

Rachel Phantomhive's relationship with her before her death

Vincent Phantomhive's relationship with her before his death

Madam Red's relationship with her niece

Black butler plantonic Headcanon

Reader Phantomhive x Edward Midford

Miharuki note:Well, first of all, sorry for the delay, my ask has been kind of buggy lately, anyway I’ll do what I can:

★You are the firstborn of the Phantomhive family, and even though back then it was seen as wrong for a lady to lead anything or even fight with swords, your parents didn’t care one bit, since you showed every sign of being a good leader. Vincent, your father, loved his little girl from the very beginning — you looked like his wife, your mother. But knowing the dangers of the world, your parents decided it was best for you to train with swords as a form of protection, and who better to teach you than the Phantomhive’s old friends: the Midford family. You trained well with them, met all the members, became friends — especially with one in particular, Edward Midford.

★When you became an older sister, you loved to sing to the twins at night when your parents were busy. You would run through the halls, play in the gardens — the twins adored their big sister. Though they had their opinions about that Midford boy who kept showing up at your house, constantly stealing the attention of the eldest Phantomhive, leaving him with the youngest Midford: Elizabeth.

★Elizabeth constantly watched you train and duel with her family. She was always too shy to admit she admired you — your graceful footwork and the way your blade moved were so elegant, like a dance. When she was chosen as the future bride of one of the twins, Ciel, she thought you'd be mad… but you were completely chill about it.

★After the accident, you spent some time in the hospital with Madame Red as your only guardian, just as you were becoming a fully grown woman. Madame always treated you like a daughter — even though she wished she had one, she was happy to have you as a niece. She helped you continue your life, your studies, your training. You were the closest thing to a daughter she had. You shared tea and afternoon talks. She saw you rebuild that burned-down house while you still blamed yourself for everything. She understood — and that’s why you were so close.

★You accepted to work for the Queen, maybe as a way to make up for the pain of losing everything — your family and your siblings. And imagine your surprise when one of your brothers shows up with a butler by his side. Back then you didn’t care much — you hugged the new Ciel and apologized so many times.

★As soon as Ciel recovered, you passed the family title to him — logically, since he was the only male heir. While he was the face of the family, you helped behind the scenes — paperwork, business, and still passing through the underworld, informing the Queen or even eliminating, if she asked. There was so much blood on your hands that you swore you'd protect your brother — even if you had to kill your aunt. When she revealed herself as the killer and tried to assassinate Ciel, that was the first time she didn’t see pity in your eyes — only disappointment. She never imagined that the infamous Rose of the Underworld was her niece. But at least she died by a family member’s hand.

★Edward had been planning to propose before the accident happened. He had asked your parents and his for permission — who, believe it or not, adored you and knew their son had a crush on you since he was a kid. It wasn’t hard to tell — whenever you touched his hand, he turned bright red. But after the accident, he could never really go through with it — not until he finally gathered the courage. Ciel knew about the man, but was surprised when Edward showed up to ask for Ciel’s permission. He knew you loved your little brother with all your heart and wanted to be sure he was okay with the proposal. Ciel wasn’t okay — of course he was a bit jealous — but he accepted it, maybe because he thought it would make you happy. And he knew you liked the guy.

★(I’m putting another idea here: you would’ve been proposed to before the accident and obviously had an amazing wedding — like, man, both families would’ve helped; it would’ve been the family moment. Then after the wedding, you decided to stay with your brother after the accident because you were worried about him. Just an idea — anyway, moving on.)

★Edward wanted to propose, but it was the worst timing — on that ship. It was supposed to be a peaceful trip and at the end he’d ask for your hand. But when he ran to find you, only to see you holding blades in your hands, covered in blood… you had always feared the man would find out about your little mission — your work in the underworld. But it was in that moment that you realized Edward didn’t care. He only cared whether you were okay. And to him, you were still you — the woman he had loved since they were children. So right there, in that place — nothing romantic, water at your feet, blood on your hands, corpses lying around — he got down on one knee and proposed. And of course, you said yes.

★The ceremony was well… anything but simple. The Midfords had been waiting for this moment for ages — they were just waiting for their son to grow a spine. Anyway, the wedding was beautiful, even made the headlines. Now I’ll let you imagine who walked you down the aisle — but I’ll just say you went on your honeymoon, it was lovely… until the wedding night. He was so sweet, so shy… but you two made the most of it.

[miharuki]

I don't want to play devil's advocate but, the sidekicks from this universe don't seem to be as bad as the ones she remembers. They seem to genuinely want to be closer to her but she keeps pushing away. I mean, she shouldn't be mad that they didn't include her in the happy reunion when her whole body language is aggressive at the slightest attention from them. Aqualad was going to check her but didn't because of that

I understand she's traumatised and all, but she has to see the team from this world isn't exactly the same right?

Well, unfortunately MC is a mess, both mentally and physically. She spent a lot of time going back in time and trying all sorts of things, whether it's a new personality or new ways, but it turns out that it wasn't once that the team was mean to her in the past. It happened many times, and because of that she became defensive and aggressive. She spent so much time going back that now she's kind of become more defensive and aggressive, as if to protect herself. She still hasn't realized that this team in this timeline is good. That's because she doesn't care about the team anymore. She's tired of this cycle. She's been through so much, and I mean SO MUCH, that now she just wants to keep everyone alive and live far away from everyone in the tranquility she wants. Because she knows that if anything goes wrong, she'll be forced to go back in time and start over again.

Not to mention that MC is literally a ticking time bomb in almost every way. She can explode mentally and physically (because of the choker that kills her with a single pull of the trigger). She is full of problems, but she can't go to therapy because the therapist wouldn't understand what she's going through and what she's been through. She's traumatized and every trigger makes her remember previous timelines, reliving every worst second, because she's witnessed it SO many times that she knows in detail what happened. She remembers everything, the smell, the touch and even how she felt at that moment.

Well, I can't reveal much, hehe, but just so you know, I'm writing this on Haru's phone and, unfortunately, if I reveal too much, it will be a spoiler :D

but… now it will be the team's job to try to make bonds and show that they are not bad for mc, which will be difficult

[miharuki]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.08

"AQUALAD TO (HERO NAME)" Aqualad’s voice sounded through the communicator. You press the button on the device before speaking. “(HERO) here.” You hear a sigh from the other end of the line as you keep driving, your eyes glancing at the yo-yo attached to the handlebar, showing the exact location of your yo-yo. “I tried to contact you before but couldn’t get a signal. Did something happen?” You roll your eyes — of course you didn’t have contact. Every time Renjiichiro is summoned or you access the main screen of the choker, it always causes interference. Maybe it's something electromagnetic or just the fact that the choker isn’t a normal device. You don’t even care anymore. You can already hear Renji’s sweet and cute voice talking about how the device was his creation and obviously better than any “garbage” inferior beings could invent. You roll your eyes just remembering it, sighing before gripping the motorcycle handlebar tighter, swerving around a moving car. “Must’ve been the monkeys,” you say before pressing the communicator button so your voice can’t be heard anymore — only Aqualad’s. “Ah, good. Robin got the location of where the monkeys are taking the parts, and probably where Ivo is. I’ll send it to you — meet us there. Over and out.” You don’t even bother to check the location. You already have it thanks to your temporary yo-yo, courtesy of Renjiichiro.

You hear the sound of a train, and from a distance, you can see it passing along a mountain above the road you were on. You roll your eyes, already annoyed at the thought of having to go there to retrieve your damn yo-yo. “Damn those useless fools who only get in the way of my mission — a bunch of annoying, hopeless teenagers!” you say with disgust, clenching your teeth, already feeling the stress vein pulsing on your forehead.

With one hand, you remove the yo-yo from the handlebar, closing the screen before spinning it in your hand, then using all your strength to throw it precisely at the train, making it latch onto one of the cars. You gently pull the string to check if it’s securely attached. Then you stand up on the bike, setting it to automatic mode to follow the GPS. Finally, with a firm tug, you launch yourself forward, leaving the bike and being pulled by the toy.

As you see yourself nearing the train car, you slide your finger along the choker, activating the magnets on your soles. You adjust your position, feet forward, and latch onto the car, using the yo-yo’s string as support. Once they fix onto the metal, you release the string with one hand, grabbing the edge of the car's roof, and with the other hand, you detach the yo-yo from the train and secure it onto your suit.

With your free hand, you push yourself up using the one already holding the edge, managing to shift your weight upward and finally climb onto the car. On the roof, you open the yo-yo, watching it indicate that your weapon is only a few cars ahead. You start running across the tops of the train cars while watching the screen in your hand show the location.

Just as you’re about to jump, you notice there’s one more car to go — and then a sudden movement. You crouch down, lying flat on the roof so that the thing — or rather, the robot — won’t see you.

“Terminate him… Alpha Priority.” The voice of the adult man you recognize as Professor Ivo speaks to the android, prompting it to leap off the train. You even consider throwing a tracker at the android, but your temporary yo-yo isn’t capable of that, so you settle for retrieving the original and dealing with the android later.

As Ivo moves away, you jump onto the car he just entered. From there, you see a hole — you slide your finger along the choker, activating stealth mode, and slip through the opening, crouching in a shadowy corner behind some crates. Quietly and carefully, you take out your yo-yo.

“Well, I think I’ll enjoy watching my precious Alpha Priority destroy that little Super copy — such good entertainment,” you hear Professor Ivo say, laughing and clapping with pride.

You simply roll your eyes, grabbing your original yo-yo and opening it to record, capturing both Ivo and the audio. You then sneak out of the car while still recording, stopping only once you’re outside. With the weapon in hand, you sigh and look up at the night sky.

Then you press the top circle on the yo-yo, and a small screen confirms the file has been sent. With that, you toss the yo-yo, which latches onto a tree, and you leap, launching yourself in the direction of the road, releasing the yo-yo mid-air and landing perfectly on the motorcycle that had been following your location.

Looks like all that training paid off — but there's no time to brag. You stow the yo-yo next to the secondary one, open the bike’s screen, and check the location Aqualad had sent. Gripping the handlebars tightly, you speed off toward the school.

Your school…

Arriving just in time to witness the fight, you open the windowpane and slip into the school gymnasium, catching sight of the android using Red Tornado’s powers to hurl Robin and Superboy into the bleachers on the opposite side. In the corner of the bleachers closest to you, Kid Flash is groaning, rubbing his head in pain.

“Access: Captain Atom,” the robot’s voice declares, and you see it preparing to unleash an energy blast on Kid Flash.

“I won’t…” you think, throwing your yo-yo into the metal structure of the gym roof.

“...go back…” as the yo-yo darts forward and back, wrapping around the android’s arm.

“...to the beginning! Not now!” you growl inwardly, clenching your teeth and yanking the yo-yo line with all your strength, forcing the robot to aim its energy blast at the ceiling instead of the yellow-clad speedster.

“(Hero)!!??” you hear Kid Flash shout your name in surprise, but you ignore him, focusing all your attention on the robot.

“Access: Superman,” the tin can declares as it pulls the ensnared arm downward, lifting you into the air by the yo-yo string.

You grunt in frustration, swinging your body forward and delivering a powerful double-legged kick straight to the robot’s face. Simultaneously, you release the yo-yo line, dropping to the floor and landing on one knee. You rise just as your heels nearly hit the wall behind you.

With your fists now free, the robot raises its arm for a punch — but the blow never comes. A yellow flash speeds in and scoops you up in his arms, carrying you away from the attack.

“Gotcha, babe,” he says smoothly — only to be shoved hard as soon as he stops.

“Put me down!” you snap, jumping from his arms, clenching your fists in disgust and scratching at your arms as you put distance between you and him.

Your gaze shifts back to the fight, where Superboy attempts to strike the android, only to be punched in the face again and thrown into the bleachers. Robin watches, then grabs several discs from his belt and hurls them at the enemy — but they’re deflected as the robot calmly says:

“Access: Martian Manhunter.”

You spot the yellow-clad boy running toward the robot, only to be caught in its arms as it begins to squeeze him using Superman’s strength. You draw both of your yo-yos.

“Hey, tin can!” you shout, hurling both spinning weapons — their ends tipped with sharp blades — straight at the android. It turns its head in your direction, releasing the boy and catching one of the yo-yos with a single hand.

But it fails to intercept the other. Just before impact, however, a sudden arrow strikes your yo-yo mid-flight, knocking it off course and causing it to pierce through the villain’s body — which, unfortunately, messes up your plan.

The android grabs both yo-yo strings while you’re still momentarily stunned, then pulls hard before announcing, “Access: Black Canary.”

As you're dragged toward the villain, it opens its mouth and lets out a deafening sonic scream, launching you violently into the bleachers. You crash onto your back with a heavy thud, groaning in pain as you reel in both yo-yos.

It takes you a moment to spot the arrow lodged into the ground, its green color instantly making you growl in frustration. You already know who it belongs to.

“Great. Another nuisance,” you mutter under your breath as you push yourself up — just in time to see the robot has been destroyed.

Your fists clench in anger, your eyes locked on that damn arrow that ruined your attack.

“Superboy! Are you okay??” Megan’s sweet voice echoes as she flies toward the boy.

Renjiichiro emerges from your shadow, casually seated on the bleachers behind you. His soft voice rings in your mind, followed by his high-pitched, childlike laughter.

“Kyah ahahahahah!” His laughter grows louder inside your head.

You lift your gaze toward the team gathered in the distance, smiling at each other, reunited.

“Look at them again, having fun — just like before!” his voice echoes sharply.

Your fists clench tighter, one hand gripping your injured arm as your teeth grind in rage.

Excluded. Again. Always.

If it weren’t for your suit, your palms would already be bleeding from how hard you were clenching your fists, shaking with fury — a storm inside you.

The laughter of that creature rings louder, more twisted, more mocking, and as you stare at the team, it feels like they’re laughing too.

Like they used to.

Ignoring you. Neglecting you. Erasing you.

After all… you were never needed.

Aqualad turns to look at you from afar, head lowered. He thinks about calling out, but stops when he sees your body language — distant, shut off. You’ve already turned your back, walking out of the gymnasium. The door closes behind you, drawing the team’s attention.

“Is she okay?” Aqualad asks, only to be met with a collective shrug from the others.

Outside, you pull out an extra yo-yo and toss it toward Renjiichiro, who had been following you silently. He catches it mid-air and crushes it with a bite, the device vanishing into a small puff of smoke that quickly dissipates.

The entire way back to the Hall of Justice, you’re silent — too silent. But no one dares say a word. You stay distant, keeping to yourself while the adult heroes talk among themselves. And once the meeting ends — one you hadn’t even really processed — you grab your things and head for the teleporter, returning home without a word.

“Well, well, what an adventure, huh?” Renji says, perching on your shoulder as you walk through the dark streets toward your house. You don’t respond — only tighten your fists again, your jaw tense.

You don’t bother with the front door. Instead, you climb through the window.

Inside your tidy room, you toss your bag onto the bed, hitting a small mound of clothes you’d arranged beneath the blanket to mimic your sleeping form. Without a glance back, you head straight to the bathroom.

You stare at your ruined reflection. The dark circles under your eyes betray your lack of real sleep.

Your mind spins — haunted by laughter and memories, dragging you back to every moment you tried to bury.

The echo of past missions rises, especially that one… The one where you were injured. The one where Megan didn’t include you in the mental link. The one where you almost died — alone — because they forgot.

You remember the side comments. The way they avoided you. The way no one invited you to join their games or shared jokes. That one voice… still so vivid.

"Why is she even still on the team?"

That one phrase, dropped carelessly after a small mistake, festered like poison.

It all builds. The rage. The hate. The isolation.

And that laugh. Renjiichiro’s laughter, echoing in your head like claws scraping your skull.

You remember today. Them smiling. Together. Excluding you. Again.

It’s too much.

In a split second, rage explodes from your chest as you slam your fist into the bathroom mirror. The glass shatters, crashing down with everything on the sink. You kick over the laundry basket.

And then your knees give out.

You collapse into the shattered remains of your reflection — sharp, cold, cruel.

Fingers entangle in your hair, fists tugging violently as you tremble and gasp. Tears burn hot and bitter down your cheeks, but they do nothing. They don’t wash away the blood pouring from your cut hand, now running down your arm in red streaks.

You scratch at your skin, trying to feel something other than this.

The floor is a mess of cactus-green towels and broken glass — all of it reflecting your face:

Ugly. Ruined. Crying. Bleeding.

And still — Alone.

The memory crashes into you like a wave — Dick's voice, cold, tired, and full of something worse than hate: indifference.

"I only dated you because I felt sorry for you."

He hadn’t even tried to soften it. No guilt, no regret. Just filth, laid bare like trash on the sidewalk.

You remember the feeling. Betrayal.

You had protected him in that timeline. You gave everything. And what did he say at the end? "You’re just not my type. Never were, you know?"

His arm was around her — that redhead, whoever she was. You can’t even remember her name. Just the way she leaned into him like you’d never existed.

Then Artemis. Another timeline. Another wound. You’d tried to be her friend, to reach out — "I don’t like you. Can you stop bugging me? You’re being annoying."

You don’t know what hurt more — the words, or how casual they were.

Your fist rises before you can think — You slam it into the cactus shard on the floor, the one still reflecting your face.

It shatters. Thorns dig into your skin, blood now freely dripping, mixing with your tears.

You can’t take it. This hell. This pain. Being invisible, mocked, discarded like nothing.

“MY GOD, (NAME)!!”

A voice — real, close, here.

You’re suddenly lifted, your body trembling as your mother grabs your shoulders, eyes wide at the mess — the shattered mirror, the bloody floor, the look on your face.

You flinch away from her touch, instinctively recoiling.

But she doesn’t back off. She places a hand gently on your back, rubbing in small circles, trying to anchor you. Trying to find you in the wreckage.

You glance up — your father stands in the doorway, frozen, eyes full of fear and helplessness.

And that’s when it breaks. That final wall.

You collapse into your mother’s arms, letting out a sob you didn’t know was trapped in your throat. She holds you tightly, rocking you softly.

Your tears soak into her pajamas as your bloody hands shake, and your voice is lost in the mess of it all.

You’re broken. And she doesn’t even know why. But she holds you anyway.

TAG: @perfectlywingedflower

[miharuki]

A Problem Called Judd Birch

Judd Birch x "Fem" Glaser!Reader

★ Synopsis: You try to forget what happened at camp, but Judd doesn't, and that feeling intensifies.

★ Tags: yandere, obssesive? possesive?, reader is a virgin, soft smut, judd has a big dick

Well, you were the oldest, the firstborn, and you saw the beginning of your parents' marriage falling apart. They tried at first, but the more you grew up, the more you saw the messed-up things happening in that house—until finally, you hit puberty.

Your hormonal monster finally showed up, and with it, the start of your little rebellious streak. Your parents were hardly ever home, and you stopped being their precious little flower. Watching them argue, your mom trying to pressure you, you finally took control—with your monster egging you on more and more. You developed your own style, your own tastes, your own personality, without your mom controlling you like before.

But there were things you couldn’t change. Like the fact that you were forced to go to summer camp. Your mom thought maybe, like other summers, you’d have fun—but that didn’t happen. Your childhood friend was moving away, and you’d be at that camp alone. Well, not completely alone. You were shocked when you saw none other than Judd Birch—or Judd Bitch, as you liked to call him. The guy who was just out of his mind—ran away from home, skipped school, even blew up the chemistry lab once. And you had no idea why he’d show up—he never went to camp. Well, whatever. He was just like those Bilzerian brothers, Kurt and Val—always acting like little shits.

But there was something you never mentioned: that boy was actually your first kiss. You didn’t even like thinking about that time. You never liked him—never liked any boys back then, really. They were all jerks, perverts, idiots, even though they were just kids like you.

Still, that camp was… turbulent. You barely talked to anyone—your friend wasn’t even there. But it was there that you and Judd had your first real interactions. Was he a jerk? Yeah. But what could you do? It started small—when you were swimming, he pulled you underwater. You were about to yell at him, but then he showed you what he was planning: a prank on those Bilzerian jerks. And of course you joined in. You remember standing far away as they screamed and everyone laughed at them. It was fun. And it was the first time you’d ever laughed with Judd Birch—someone everyone would’ve sworn you’d never get along with.

And how did that summer end? You and Judd, way past curfew, setting up one last prank for the next morning. Laughing at the thought of everyone waking up to the chaos. You never really understood what happened next—just that, in an instant, you were kissing that boy under the dark sky. It was your first kiss. And what Judd wouldn’t admit was that it was his, too. But when it was over, you both decided never to bring it up again.

And for years, you didn’t. You barely even spoke after that—just little interactions here and there.

You grew up. Got prettier, taller, more beautiful. And the reason Judd had a crush? He never said—maybe that secret dies with him. But he always liked you. Strange, coming from Judd Birch—the guy with a battalion of raccoons, the guy who slashes tires, the guy who made the news, the rebel, the lord of chaos, the troublemaker. Yet the same guy who still holds onto feelings, who still has that bracelet you lost at the middle-school dance, who kept a photo from that summer camp.

But there’s one thing only he and his Hormone Monster know: that stupid childhood crush didn’t fade—it grew with him. Got stronger. Maybe he’ll never admit it. That even when he skips class, he’s got cameras in your classroom just to watch you study. That maybe he bugged your phone. But no one noticed. No one saw what Judd Birch hid—not even his parents. He never dared get close to you. How could he? It’d been years. You both kept that unspoken rule: Never mention what happened at camp.

But then—plot twist—you had a little sister. Jessie Glaser. Who, of course, was friends with his little brother. And suddenly, there you were, years later, showing up on his doorstep just to pick her up.

Maybe he mentally thanked his sister, Leah, for befriending you. You were at his house for a group project with her—not him. He’s not crazy, just messed up. But his biggest problem? His little brother, Nick, started catching feelings for you. And, of course, you barely noticed. You were sweet to Nick and Jessie—especially Jessie. You were her idol. Your style, your attitude, how you stood up to your parents, how you never backed down in that house. Hell, you’d dressed yourself since puberty—your mom lost that battle fast.

Then Leah threw a party. Judd acted like he didn’t care who came, but half of him prayed you’d show. And—look at that—you did. Pissed at your parents, dragging Jessie along. He spent the party inside the walls, drowning in Jack Daniels. Then he found you outside. Angry. Frustrated. And he took his shot—no Nick, no Jessie, no Leah. Finally, after years, he could talk to you. Sure, he was still a jerk, but you noticed how he’d changed. Taller. More rebellious. Sharper.

And well… the alcohol hit hard. You inched closer. Your Hormone Monsters went wild.*

"Let's take this somewhere else." Judd grabbed your hand, dragging you off—your mind foggy with arousal—until suddenly, you were on his bed. And though Judd would never admit it, the Angel of Vice was there, watching it all unfold.

Meanwhile, your Hormone Monsters fucked each other on the floor—growling, clawing—while the Lovebug and the Angel exchanged a knowing glance before slipping out, leaving the two of you (four, if you counted the monsters) alone.

You swore that all Birchs had penis problems, thinking that even Judd would have a small dick, but you were wrong, oh yes you were, wrong, Judd Birch was your first kiss, just like it was your first time, and Judd, oh Judd, he loved to claim it like that, knowing that he had the power to take that innocence from you, it excited him, he could squeeze you, damn your pussy was tight for him, he, he was so big, he opened you up in an incredible way for your first time and god, how he missed that mouth of yours, you didn't even see the party stopping, and god lucky the party was loud, enough to cover your loud moans, lucky Judd always had a recorder and a camera, he'll need that video for later for private purposes, don't ask.

When it was over, you didn’t quite know what to do. And Judd—God, Judd—wanted to keep you there, but he was just as lost. "Wanna go slash some tires with me?" You lifted your head from his chest. You needed to do something, so you just... agreed.

As you got dressed, you didn’t even notice a missing piece of clothing—maybe the alcohol was hitting harder than you thought. You didn’t care. And Judd? He thanked his lucky stars as he tucked your panties under his pillow before locking his room and following you outside.

Tire-slashing was weirdly relaxing. Maybe the night hadn’t been a total disaster. When it was finally time to leave, you grabbed your sister. "Jessie! What the hell happened to you?!" "Just take me home!" You sighed, handing her a rag to wipe her mouth before saying your goodbyes. Then you paused at the door, turning back to Judd. A small, tired smile—just for him—before leading Jessie away, her hand in yours.

Maybe something had changed.

He didn’t notice the Lovebug glowing behind him. You didn’t notice Judd wasn’t done—not even close.

Because he liked you. And this love?

Yeah. It was always gonna be a little problematic

[miharuki]

Let me be your love

Neglected reader x bat family x "god" of love

★ Synopsis: When you stop receiving love at home, there is someone who can love you outside of it.

★ Tags: yandere, bad father,the "god" is not really someone normal, manipulation, death, lies, angst? with a happy ending (i think)

Perhaps in many tales with happy endings, it would begin with "once upon a time"—though often, that "once upon a time" could also bring something sad, unlike many stories where you'd typically be born to a loving mother who cared for you, brought you warmth and happiness before passing away, leaving you to live with your real father. Here, none of that truly happened.

For as long as you could remember, Alfred always told you about your mother. She was your father’s lover, one of the women he planned to marry—a shock in his playboy life. But before he could even slip a ring on her finger, she went into labor. You. His first biological daughter. Your mother knew the risks of the pregnancy, that you might die, but she tried anyway. And when you were born, she held you in her arms, whispered your name, and smiled, praying to any god or entity that you would live—even if it came at a cost. And that cost was her life. The doctors wanted to prioritize her, but she insisted they save you instead. And so, that night, your father, Bruce Wayne, received the news that you had been born—but in exchange, your mother had died in childbirth.

You grew up in that mansion from the moment you came home from the hospital. Your father wasn’t the best, but he tried. He watched you take your first steps, heard your first word—all while operating in the shadows as Batman. You always wore a necklace your mother had placed around your neck before she died in that white hospital bed. You never took it off, not even to bathe or sleep, and Bruce never dared to remove it from you. You ran through those halls with Bruce and Alfred chasing after you, living a safe life as Bruce’s daughter, as his little girl. You were kind, growing up with little love yet still receiving what scraps your father could give, trying to be present even as he played the Dark Knight. You were so innocent, so sweet—Bruce never dared to show you his other face, Batman. You lived unaware that your father slipped out at night to fight crime.

It was just you, your father, and Alfred. Always had been. Until he arrived.

You still remember it—descending the stairs, dressed up and ready for your usual outing with your dear father after your birthday, when he’d taken you to the circus. The day he covered your eyes and ears when it happened, lying about a monster you couldn’t see. He would never let you witness that massacre, that accident.

Holding the railing, you happily skipped down the steps—only to freeze in confusion when your father walked in with a boy beside him. A few years older, you guessed. When you approached them, bewildered, your father just ruffled your hair, saying he’d explain later—but right now, he was busy. And that precious time together slowly eroded. You still got attention, but it felt like Bruce and that boy—Richard Grayson—had grown closer. Like they shared something you didn’t. You still went out with your father, but now he tagged along. It was strange, but also nice—because now you had someone else to play with when Bruce was gone.

At first, Dick was rude, distant—but not entirely. He played with you, even if it always ended too soon because he had to leave with your father. You didn’t understand, but you were happy to have a brother, even if only for a little while.

Then you grew up. And that brother drifted away.

And another came.

Jason Peter Todd. He was better—kinder, sweeter. You read together all the time. You promised to play forever.

But then he was gone, too.

Your father claimed Jason was away for a while. You accepted it.

Now, with your oldest brother distant and your second gone, came the third: Tim Drake.

He wasn’t mean, but he wasn’t kind either. He always told you not to get in the way. You barely spent time together. And even less with your father. Since Jason left, Bruce had grown colder, and with Tim around, your outings stopped completely. Tim never had time. Neither did your father.

You were growing up, and the loneliness weighed heavier each day.

At school, you were shy. You’d hoped Tim might keep you company like Dick (reluctantly) and Jason had. But no—he was with his friends, telling you to stay away.

Time passed. More people came.

You were in high school now, a senior. Graduation was days away.

Walking alone, you spotted him—a boy with bangs, sitting by himself in the cafeteria, headphones on. Nervously, you approached, quietly introducing yourself and asking if you could sit with him. He seemed shocked, stammering as he made space.

From then on, you were friends.

At prom, you two stayed outside the crowd, talking about everything you had in common. And at graduation, when you walked across the stage, you looked out—expecting no one from your family to be there.

But you saw him, waving happily.

And for once, you felt happy.

When the ceremony ended, Alfred arrived in a rush, apologizing—he’d been helping your father, who was "too busy." You knew Alfred had responsibilities, but you were glad he came. You introduced him to your friend, and Alfred was overjoyed to see his little girl had someone.

Time passed. Summer break. College loomed next year.

Things at home were horrible.

Another arrived.

A boy who claimed to be your father’s true son.

Damian.

He was new, and at first, you tried to be kind—only for him to mock you. In his mind, he was the only blood son. You? Just some adopted charity case.

But you were Bruce’s blood. Like it or not, you were Damian’s half-sister.

You tried. But he was cruel. His words cut deep. So you kept your distance.

He didn’t want you around? Fine.

You were weak. You knew that. And Damian rubbed it in, boasting that he could kill you whenever he wanted.

You just accepted it.

He was a child.

And you? You were alone.

Alfred seemed distant now, too.

In that house, you became a ghost.

Until that day.

Damian was in your room. You pushed him out—you wanted space.

Then he ripped off your necklace.

The one thing you’d kept since birth.

You fought for it.

It turned into a brawl—Damian hurling insults until he spat the worst one:

"If it’s true your mother died giving birth to you, then you were born to be a disgrace."

You lashed out, defending her, scrambling for the necklace. You were leaving for college soon anyway.

The fight escalated—until suddenly, Damian grabbed scissors.

And stabbed you.

You froze, staring at him as the family rushed in.

Your broken necklace in your hand.

Everyone made excuses for Damian—until they saw the blood staining your shirt.

Even as you collapsed, the only one who reached for you was Alfred.

After that, you were kept in a private recovery home. Your father refused to take you to a hospital—had to protect the family image.

But one thing haunted you:

What Damian had said.

Not about you. Not about your mother.

But something he bragged about.

Because he wasn’t just Bruce’s son.

No—he was the future Batman.

The newest Robin.

The pieces clicked.

The disappearances since childhood. The revolving door of Robins. Even Jason’s death—his "disappearance."

You realized then:

You were never truly loved in that house.

From the moment you were born, Bruce only did what he did because—like it or not—you reminded him of his own childhood.

So you decided to leave.

Once you healed, you walked out—headed for college.

You’d never really prayed to any god. You had no real religion.

But in college, he appeared again.

Your friend.

Taller now, but still the same.

Popular, yet always by your side.

You never got a canary from your family—but from him, you did.

Maybe you didn’t notice his possessiveness. His obsessiveness.

But it was fine.

He knew about your family. You never lied to him.

So when he convinced you to move into the frat house—away from your family—you agreed.

You trusted him.

And… well, you’re not sure how it happened.

But he loved you.

And you loved him back.

No—you worshiped him.

Because he showed you love.

He made you see him as a god.

And you?

You were his precious little lamb.

One day, while shopping, someone called your name.

Dick.

You ignored him.

He tried to talk to you—until he saw your necklace.

Not the one from your mother.

A new one.

A symbol.

The same symbol Dick had seen when Tim showed the others the files on a rising serial killer.

Dick tried to ask about it.

You just walked away.

Your friend—no, your beloved—made you understand:

Your family didn’t deserve you.

You didn’t need them.

You only needed him.

His love.

Because just as he’s loved you since the day you met, you love him—and will love him for eternity.

That’s what he does.

That’s what he was made for.

Love.

He loves you.

And you love him.

The news of your necklace made your family suspicious. They demanded answers.

And your beloved didn’t like that.

So one night, he asked you to come with him.

He revealed himself.

And asked you to leave with him—for his home, far from your family.

Behind you, your family stood in their uniforms, watching.

Batman—no, your father—tried to speak.

But you turned away.

Taking your beloved’s hand.

As he spread his wings, wrapping them around you in an embrace before vanishing—smirking in triumph at your family.

Who finally realized:

They had just lost you.

And this time—

It was forever.

[miharuki]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.07

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195-masterlist

@WinnieB3d0:Hello everyone, Bedo here! If you don't know me, I'm one of the co-creators of Loop alongside Haruki. I post my stories on Wattpad, Ao3 and Quotev while Haruki posts here on Tumblr. I came to let you know that unfortunately the chapters may take a long time, just like this one because I unfortunately broke my leg. The story came out a bit confusing, but I hope you like it.

@Miharuki:I'll leave all her social networks here in case you want to see

Wattpad Ao3 Quotev

It was training day with your mentor on the Mount of Justice. Leaning against the wall, your hand moved up and down, playing with the yo-yo—sometimes using both hands to perform tricks. Compared to missions and previous days, you could say today was a "calm" day. Not the whole day, but the day itself. With your eyes closed, you listened to your team playing a game nearby, Wally winning the match. But before anyone could say anything, the transporter activated, its voice announcing:

"Recognized: Superboy, C04."

You groaned internally. Because, of course, the day's main problem would revolve around him—just like in the thousands of previous timelines. Honestly, you couldn’t remember a single moment in any past timeline where he had been kind or even decent to you. No, he never had. Out of all the timelines, there had never been a genuine friendship between you.

"Hi, Superboy. How was Metropolis?" Megan said in a sweet, affectionate tone. She had a crush on the boy—just like in every other timeline. In the past, you’d wondered, "What does he see in her?" It was strange. You couldn’t deny that there had been timelines where, unfortunately, you’d liked him too. And even when you’d "stolen" Megan’s chances with Superboy sometimes, he had never chosen you. In fact, no one had ever chosen you. Always second. Always forgotten.

"Ready for training, guys?" Black Canary said, coughing as she entered alongside Martian Manhunter. You stopped playing with the yo-yo, storing it before slowly walking closer to the group—but still keeping your distance.

"Black Canary! Uncle J’onn!" Megan’s sickly sweet voice rang out as she ran toward the older man. Her behavior was irritating—you couldn’t deny that. You glanced at your mentor, who simply smiled and approached, placing a hand on your shoulder. She was one of the few people you allowed to touch you. Not even the other older heroes had that privilege. It would be a lie to say that, out of everyone in that room, Black Canary—Dinah Lance—wasn’t important to you.

"M’gann, I was nearby... so I thought I’d check how you’re all adjusting," the elder said, smiling at the Martian girl.

"A few bumps, but I’m learning."

You felt Canary’s hand leave your shoulder. Turning to see where she was looking, you spotted Superboy, already walking away.

"Stay. Class is in session," Canary said before stepping in front of the group, holding her jacket and surveying the young heroes as the floor lit up in white, filling the circular space.

"I consider it an honor to be your teacher. I have a lot to teach you..." The woman removed her jacket, grunting in pain as she moved her arm. "...everything I learned from my own mentors—unh—and from my own injuries." She tossed the jacket aside, letting it fall a few meters away.

You noticed the injury on your mentor’s arm and, without thinking, asked:

"What happened?"

Your tone wasn’t cold, harsh, or rude—unlike how you usually spoke to your team. That earned you a few looks. Wally, who was nearby eating a banana, and Robin, who raised an eyebrow at your tone, both turned their attention back to the woman. Black Canary smiled gently, as if she’d glimpsed something hidden.

"The job," she said before her expression turned serious again.

"Now, combat is about controlling the conflict—setting the battle on your terms. You must always act, never react. I’ll need a training partner."

Canary looked at you, as if expecting you to raise your hand. Hesitant, your hand was about to lift when Wally shouted:

"Right here, yeah!" He walked toward the older woman while still devouring the banana in his hand.

"After this..." Wally finished the banana, tossing the peel like a basketball. "...touché. I’ll show you my moves."

Kid Flash smirked confidently, making the teacher raise an eyebrow. In a flash, she threw a punch—which the boy blocked—but then swept his legs, sending him crashing onto his back. The floor beneath him displayed his hero name, followed by a red "FAILED."

"Oww. That hurt," the redhead groaned as he got up.

"Good block. But did anyone see what he did wrong?" Canary gestured to the group, pointing at Wally.

"Oh, I know—he hit on the teacher and got owned?" Robin joked, smirking.

Wally gave him a disbelieving look. "Dude."

You raised your hand—not high, just to chest level. Canary nodded for you to answer.

"He left openings in his attacks, letting you dictate the rules—"

"Oh, please!" Superboy cut you off from behind Canary, crossing his arms.

You lowered your hand with a "Tsk," glaring at him with pure disdain. Your fist clenched, knuckles cracking.

"Oh, please. With my powers, the battle is always on my terms. I’m a living weapon—this is a waste of time."

Canary raised an eyebrow before challenging him. "Prove it."

Superboy stepped forward, raising his fist to strike—but Canary caught his arm and threw him to the ground hard, making him grunt in frustration. She looked down at him before shifting her stance, transferring her weight.

Robin laughed but quickly covered his mouth after receiving an elbow from Kaldur.

"You’re angry. Good. But don’t react—channel that anger into..."

Superboy tried again, but the woman jumped behind him, sweeping his legs once more. She offered a hand, which he refused.

"That’s it. I’m done." He stood up angrily.

"Training is mandatory," Canary frowned.

But before the boy could storm off, the screen behind them lit up—Batman’s face appearing.

"Batman to the Cave."

Everyone gathered around as a smaller screen popped up beside Batman, showing a villain speaking:

"Five hours ago... a new threat attacked Green Arrow and Black Canary. The attacker was capable... of studying and then duplicating the powers and abilities... of his opponents."

The image changed, showing the villain fighting the heroes—grabbing Superman and using him to slam into Red Tornado and the Flash.

"Green Arrow called for backup, which almost proved disastrous... as our enemy gained more and more power with each new combatant."

The footage paused on the villain firing eye lasers, destroying what looked like Batarangs.

"Whoa. A guy with the powers of the entire League?" Wally commented, shocked.

Batman continued:

"In the end, eight League members took four hours... to defeat and dismantle the android."

Robin stepped forward, confused. "An android? Who made it? F.U. Turo?"

"Good guess, Robin... but Red Tornado doesn’t think so."

"The technology bears the signature of Professor Ivo," Martian Manhunter said.

Kaldur spoke in a worried tone. "Ivo? But Ivo is dead."

Canary glanced at him. "That’s what we all thought. Or hoped."

"To ensure this threat is permanently neutralized... we’re sending two trucks carrying the android’s parts... to separate STAR Labs facilities in Boston and New York... for immediate analysis."

Batman’s voice was calm and explanatory as a map displayed the trucks’ routes.

"We’ll have four additional decoy trucks to create confusion... in case Ivo—or anyone else—tries to recover the remains. You’ll split into covert teams to guard the two real trucks."

"Yay! Road trip!" Wally cheered, nudging you playfully.

You shot him a glare and stepped away. He raised his hands in surrender, muttering an apology.

"So now we take out your trash?" Superboy scoffed.

You clenched the yo-yo, veins pulsing with anger as you resisted the urge to tell him to shut the hell up.

"Got something better to do?" Batman raised an eyebrow.

The boy just looked down in silence.

"That’s what I thought."

"Coordinates received. On our way," Kaldur said, already running to gear up.

Canary and Superboy were left behind as the boy slowly walked toward the team. You ran a finger over your choker—a private screen appearing, visible only to you.

Options flashed:

"Call Renjiichiro"

"Weapon Info"

"Suit Info"

"Death Style" (a list of ways the choker could kill you)

Above the screen, numbers displayed the date, time, and how many times you’d looped back in the timeline. This was your 195th timeline.

You barely glanced at the info, thinking only:

"Bike suit."

In the locker room, your hero suit shifted into a biker outfit—different details, but the mask remained. You cracked your neck before mounting your bike alongside the others.

LITCHFIELD COUNTY AUGUST 3, 20:08

You eyed the helmet that came with your bike before putting it on, sighing as you prepared to move out.

"Boston is on the way," one driver said, starting the truck.

"Manhattan is on the way," another replied.

Batman’s signal flashed—all six trucks began moving.

You and the team revved your bikes, taking off. Unfortunately, you were stuck with Robin and Superboy.

"I’d rather have died today," you thought, gripping the handlebars tightly as Limp Bizkit’s "Take A Look Around" blasted inside your helmet.

Robin glanced at Superboy, who seemed deep in thought.

"If dislike is the opposite of like, is disaster the opposite of aster? Like, instead of things going wrong, they go right."

Superboy didn’t respond.

"Uh, clearly, you’re not feeling the aster. What’s wrong?"

"Canary. What does she know about teaching combat skills... to a guy with super strength?"

Robin shrugged. "Taking down stronger guys is part of the job."

You gritted your teeth, pulling up beside them.

"You should be grateful she wants to teach you. Canary is the best fighter there is—she outmatches Batman in that department."

Robin blinked. "I don’t think Batman—"

You accelerated, cutting him off as you pulled alongside the truck. Cranked-up music drowned out everything else as you focused.

Then—monkeys latched onto the truck.

You hit a button, switching your bike to autopilot, then whipped out your yo-yo—hooking one monkey and yanking it off. The blade-tipped yo-yo pierced its metal shell. You shook it violently, using it like a flail against the others.

One monkey went flying, rolling across the road.

"Hey, watch it!" Robin yelled.

Ignoring him, you stood on the bike as it sped ahead, pulling alongside the truck. With a flick, your yo-yo hooked onto the truck’s roof. A sharp tug—and you launched yourself upward, landing roughly.

Your magnetized boots kept you anchored as you kicked off more monkeys.

The music roared in your ears as you ripped off your helmet, swinging it like a mace with the yo-yo’s cord.

"(Hero), you good up there?" Robin’s voice crackled in your earpiece.

"Oh, just peachy—fighting off monkeys ALONE!" you snarled.

"Sorry—"

"I DON’T WANT SORRY, GET BACK HERE!"

You yanked the yo-yo, but the monkeys swarmed, cutting the cord. The case slipped away—your yo-yo still attached.

"Dammit!" You slammed a fist against the truck wall.

Tapping your comm, you growled: "(Hero) here. They took it."

You glanced at the others before swiping your wrist—your bike swerving back toward you.

A finger brushed your choker.

"Call Renjiichiro."

The screen vanished.

You leaped from the truck, landing on your moving bike.

"That damn Superboy and Robin—messed things up AGAIN!"

You snarled, shoving the helmet back on and gripping the handlebars, turning sharply to chase the monkeys.

"Mine, yours, theirs, mine—kukuku! Reijiichiro here! How’s it going, (Full Name)?"

The cutesy, playful voice echoed in your head as a small creature materialized on your bike’s handlebars, curling into your lap.

"The damn mission—lost my yo-yo, all because of those—argh! Need help tracking it and a new weapon."

The creature giggled. "Kukukuku~ Every new timeline, you impress me more, (Name)."

You tightened your grip. "Are you helping or not?"

Reijiichiro licked his paw casually. "Of course, angel. That’s what I’m here for."

With a retching motion, he coughed up a glowing sludge that hardened into a new weapon—a small, cutesy yo-yo with ribbons and charms, matching his aesthetic.

You stared at the frilly thing. "Seriously?"

He wiped his mouth. "What? I delivered. Now, you know the rules—"

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the yo-yo with one hand. "Yeah, yeah. If I lose this one, I have to find the original myself. Blah, blah. Once I get the original, this one returns to you. Got it."

The creature laughed, tail swaying. "Kukuku~ See you later, (Nickname)."

He hopped off, vanishing into a portal.

You sighed, opening the decorated yo-yo. A tracking screen displayed your original yo-yo’s location—still attached to the case.

"That’s where we’re headed."

[miharuki]

Love Dream

Luke Castellan x Reader

★ Synopsis: You've always felt out of place, everyone's faces blurred, your dreams seemed like an escape, but when someone comes into your life and ends up not only interfering in reality but also in your dreams? Will you have the courage to declare yourself or will you keep everything in your little notebook?

★ Tags: yandere, you can't trust anything, romance, this happens before percy arrives (vol 1), good luke (before cronos), paranoid reader, unclaimed reader

★ Ep: 01. 02. 03. 04...

You stayed with your aunt, Sally, for almost your entire childhood. You had a mother and a father, but you don’t quite remember their faces. You saw Percy being born and were there for most of the boy’s childhood. Unlike your cousin, you weren’t transferred between schools, even though you had the same issues as him—ADHD and dyslexia. But you had something your cousin didn’t: narcolepsy. At least, that’s what the school doctors said. You’d suddenly fall asleep anywhere, and because of that, you started being transferred along with your cousin. At least you kept him company.

Then, one day, while accompanying your aunt on the subway to the grocery store, a man stood up. No one else seemed to notice, but he was becoming less human. You started tugging at your aunt’s shirt, trying to get her attention, but she just tried to calm you down. You had reached that age, and unfortunately, like all demigods, you were being hunted. Whether by luck or some kind of curse, your "condition" kicked in, and you ended up falling asleep against your aunt. She looked shocked, trying to wake you up, watching as the monster approached—until she collapsed onto the subway floor, asleep.

Sally looked around and realized that not only the creature but everyone in the nearby subway car had fallen asleep—except for one man. He approached Sally, and before she could say anything, she noticed something: his legs were anything but human. That was the night she discovered the truth, and unfortunately, you were no longer safe—not for your own health, nor for the people around you.

Sally came home that day. Percy was still at school—a new one—and unfortunately, he wouldn’t learn the truth anytime soon. She left with the satyr in his car, with you in the backseat among the luggage. The satyr talked about everything, and Sally, of course, mentioned you.

She handed you over to the satyr, who was still asleep, and said goodbye—wondering if her own son, Percy, might be just like you.

From the moment you woke up in that camp, everything was thrown at you. Things felt lonely without Percy or Sally around. You had no one, not even in the Hermes cabin. Unclaimed, it seemed like everyone avoided you. If someone tried to approach and talk, they’d feel an overwhelming urge to sleep—sometimes even passing out. Because of that, most didn’t want to be near you.

Though in Capture the Flag, you seemed surprisingly useful. Even if you weren’t strong, those who fought you would grow tired, sluggish. But when the game ended, you were alone again, as always.

You often slept in the forest or isolated places. Dreams felt like an escape. You started writing in a notebook—one that had come with you to camp. It became your safe place, where you could express yourself or write about your dreams. It was just you and that notebook.

That is, until they showed up.

Since most people avoided you, you rarely felt like doing anything at camp. So, to avoid feeling useless, you sometimes helped clean the kitchen, carried supplies, or did small tasks around camp. Even if only for a short time, you were alone—as always.

Then he arrived.

He seemed taller than you. He introduced himself as Luke—Luke Castellan. Was he new? No, he wasn’t. But you didn’t care. Faces were always blurry to you—you never paid attention to anyone. You avoided him, knowing he’d probably figure things out and leave. But he refused.

And over time, his face stopped being blurry.

He introduced you to Annabeth, someone younger, and soon her face wasn’t blurry either. Even though you grew closer, you always kept a little distance—for their safety. They reminded you of Percy and Sally, whom you missed dearly. You wrote letters to her, updating her and Percy. Percy… you missed him. How you used to watch TV together, pretending to be monsters you saw, acting out scenes and playing.

But the letters were never sent. They stayed in a box, waiting for the day you might finally mail them.

It was Capture the Flag. You walked alone, scouting as always, making some Ares kids feel drowsy and less alert—until you heard a snap behind you.

“Well, well, the little lone wolf, as always.”

It was someone from the Ares cabin—an enemy in the game. But, as usual, you couldn’t see their face clearly. You barely remembered any campers’ names except the two who stuck by you. You raised your sword in readiness. You’d never had proper sword training like the others—you didn’t want to risk making someone pass out. And since everyone avoided you, you never bothered with activities. Most of the time, you were lost in the world of dreams, the world of the moon.

Often, Luke would wake you up, looking worried, when you fell asleep in the forest—again. He’d lead you back to the Hermes cabin, where you’d lie on a bunk bed, everyone else sleeping far away. The only one who slept on the same bunk was Luke. He didn’t seem to mind.

You blinked back to reality as the Ares girl’s sword clashed with yours, making you stumble back, nearly hitting a tree. Even though her face was still blurry, you heard the anger in her voice.

“I’ve lost so many games because of you!”

She was furious. Just as she was about to strike, you closed your eyes, bracing for impact—but nothing came. When you opened them, Luke was there in armor, his sword blocking hers.

“Clarisse, so good to see you,” Luke said with a confident smile.

She growled, irritated by his tone. He pushed her sword back, making her stumble.

“Game over.”

A cheer erupted as the blue team carried the red flag in victory. Clarisse grunted before storming off, dragging an unconscious teammate with her.

Once they were gone, you noticed Luke holding out a hand to help you up. You stood on your own, not wanting to risk knocking him out. You still didn’t know how to control whatever it was you did to campers.

Brushing off the dust, you muttered, “I-I’m fine. Don’t worry. Sorry about that.” You stumbled over your words as you picked up your sword, feeling his gaze on you.

“Thanks for… saving me,” you murmured, stepping back.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re a team.”

Luke watched as you shakily sheathed your sword. He studied you for a moment.

“W-we should go.”

You walked quickly away, not even joining the celebrating team. You took a different path, your hand stinging—it was bleeding. Normally, campers would go to an Apollo kid or Chiron for healing, but you didn’t want to be a burden.

So, as always, you went to the empty Hermes cabin, dug out your first aid kit, and treated yourself. Ever since the last time you went to the infirmary—when you accidentally made a camper helping you pass out, causing them both to fall off a bed and get hurt—you’d learned to take care of yourself.

Once done, you took a nap—curled up against the wall or sometimes in the forest. You tried to sleep in isolated spots now. The last time it happened in a crowded place, you’d made campers collapse.

You woke up to Luke shaking you. Behind him stood Annabeth, analyzing the situation. You rubbed your eyes, still drowsy.

“You said you weren’t hurt,” Luke sighed, eyeing your hand. He reached for it, but you pulled away, yawning.

Annabeth placed a hand on his shoulder, silencing him. “Let’s go eat. It’s time.”

Luke hummed in understanding, walking beside you to the pavilion. You sat at an empty table, watching as Luke and Annabeth joined you. You poked at your food, nervous.

“I was thinking,” Luke started, clearing his throat, “maybe I could help train you.”

You looked up.

“Only if you want, of course.”

You glanced down. The answer was obvious—no. You didn’t want to risk knocking him out.

“We could also work on your… ability,” Annabeth added, searching for the least offensive word. “So you could control it. Wouldn’t that be good?”

You felt embarrassed. Your friends wanted to help you. Friends.

“I’ll… think about it.”

You didn’t see Luke and Annabeth fist-bumping under the table in celebration. They’d clearly planned this.

Now, it was up to you whether you’d follow through.

[miharuki]

Miharuki Masterlist 2.0

hi, I'm Miharuki or just Haru and I make fanfic requests, my English isn't the best but I try my best :D Here is an updated list of ALL the fandoms I write about, a masterlist 2.0, plus rules of course

★Rules★

Hey everyone! Before making any requests, please read these rules and the masterlist carefully to avoid misunderstandings. Here are the most important points:

★What I DO NOT do:

✘ Character x Character or Character x OC – I don’t write about relationships between canon characters or with OCs.

✘ Smut with underage characters – Unless they’re aged up (e.g., Damian Wayne from 10 to 19 years old).

✘ Very young characters – The youngest I’ll write is teenagers (12+), but no sexual content.

✘ Fem x Fem – I don’t have much experience with this, so I can write fluff but no smut.

✘ Fics about "daddy's friend"/Age gap – I refuse to write about this,i don't like it, but MC is 20 years old… I WON'T DO IT

★About Readers:

📖 All my readers are open to interpretation – skin color, hair color, etc. I leave it open so everyone can imagine themselves freely.

📖 I write Fem!Reader and Gender Neutral!Reader. I can try Male!Reader, but most will be gender-neutral.

★How to Request:

✉️ Requests only in private (ASK) – Don’t flood my DMs or asks with repeated requests.

🔖 Want to be tagged in a series? Ask in the post, not in private.

★About Smut:

 17 years old – Light content (making out, kisses, mild sensuality, nothing explicit).

18 years old – Normal smut (explicit, no kinks).

 19+ – Heavy smut (anything goes, including kinks).

Important:Read the rules and masterlist before requesting. I won’t accept requests that violate these conditions.

★Fandoms★

★ 14 Days with You

★ Adventure Time / Hora de Aventura

★ Amor Doce / My Candy Love

★ Big Mouth

★ Blue Exorcism

★ Creepypasta

★ Crush Boyfriend

★ Date with a Dead

★ DC Cartoon

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★ Diabolik Lovers

★ Dr. Stone

★ Dungeon Meshi

★ Epic the Musical

★ Error143

★ Free!

★ Gachiakuta

★ Genshin Impact

★ Happypasta

★ Hunter x Hunter

★ Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle

★ Jujutsu Kaisen

★ Kaiju no 8

★ Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer

★ Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler

★ Marginal #4

★ Mashle: Magic and Muscle

★ Miraculous

★ Mushroom Oasis

★ OC Boy (Emo Boy, Goth Boy, etc.)

★ Omori

★ Percy Jackson and the Olympians

★ Peter Pan

★ Sakamoto Days

★ Sally Face

★ Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan / The Disastrous Life of Saiki Kusuo

★ South Park

★ Stardew Valley

★ Supernatural

★ Tate no Yūsha no Nariagari / The Rising of the Shield Hero

★ Teen Titans

★ Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken / That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

★ The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

★ The Kid in the Back

★ The Legend of Zelda (Linked Universe)

★ The Owl House / A Casa Coruja

★ Tokyo Revengers

★ Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi Online

★ Undertale

★ Vocaloid

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★ Yandere Simulator

★ Yanderes

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★Series Masterlist★

★LOOP 195:

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 . 𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐈

EPISODIOS. SEASON 1

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.01

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.02

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.03

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.04

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.05

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.06

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.07

★𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.08

★The Three Promises of a Hero(ine)

✩prototype:

✩Ep 01

✩Ep 02

✩Ep 03

[miharuki]

Nothing pisses me off than those fics tagged with character/reader then the so-called 'reader' has a fricking full name and physical description tf.

[miharuki]

I started reading Percy Jackson (I'm going to start the second book) and I thought about creating a short fic, different from LOOP195, with few chapters, with the reader being Percy's blood cousin (both mothers are sisters) and I wanted to make it as if the reader was at camp before Percy arrived, starting a relationship with Luke, then I thought hm why not? then I thought if I did it I could make a reader who is Hypnos' daughter (I'm from cabin 15 and unfortunately I don't see many) or a reader who is Herfesto's son.

Oh, but there's no cabin 15 in the book currently, I know! I read the first book and I know the camp well, but like, she's unclaimed, staying in Hermes' cabin for now, you could work on the way she sleeps too much, has dreams or often ends up making others sleep near her, explore hypnosis ability, while she had no idea, and the only one who would know she's his daughter would be Percy's mother Sally.

or reader daughter of Herfesto, where the reader's mother loved Herfesto but probably some god or curse, I guess Hera, didn't like it and kind of wanted to "kill" her, or if she died there, then Herfesto looks for Sally's reader and kind of leaves her in the camp already claimed by security, what do you think?

or am I crazy and should just forget about it and throw it away?

[miharuki]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.06

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195-masterlist

CARIBBEAN SEA July 22, 20:08

"We're approaching Santa Prisca," Megan says while piloting the ship. Everyone was in their hero suits. You sigh, thinking and trying to remember what would happen here. If your memories were clear and perfect, in your "first mission" with the team, and if your notes were correct, today you would face both Bane and Kobra. You know exactly who they are. In previous timelines, you fought Bane during one of the missions, which resulted in your neck being broken. But that didn't kill you—oh no. The only way you could die was by yourself, by the collar, as you like to call it. In other timelines, Bane also broke Robin's ribs before smashing his skull. In others, he simply snapped Kaldur's neck. And in many others, he did much worse in timelines that no longer exist—erased the moment you reset everything, eliminating yourself.

"Landing Zone A in thirty minutes. Setting Bio-Ship to stealth mode," the green woman says, but all you can think about is what to do with Bane. Your fists clench, your eyes widen with rage. You lost a lot of time because of that man. At home, before heading to the cave, you remember looking for ways to get rid of the obstacle, the enemy of your game. Some were pretty horrible, others just simple. But now, you had to focus—push down the hatred, swallow it, feeling the venom build up in your stomach more and more.

"Landing Zone B." You stand up, just like everyone else, with the chair disappearing and now a belt dropping from the ceiling of the ship. You fasten it to your uniform before sliding your fingers across your throat like a slicing motion, and your uniform changes to camouflage mode. You hear flirting—just ignore it. Focus on the mission was the most important thing. With that, you jump out first, exiting the ship and already removing the belt. "Aqualad. Drop B is ready," Megan says over the comms, which you also hear through your own as the man from Atlantis responds immediately: "Head to the factory. I'll track your GPS and meet you as quickly as possible."

"Understood," Robin says, showing the map before everyone follows the boy, passing through a forest and then under the waterfall. You could've found the night view beautiful if you hadn't already been here before, finding it unbearable and considering this the most boring mission of all. "Did you hear that?" the clone says, looking around before everyone responds: "Uh, no."

"Wait, is that a super-hearing thing?" Wally asks, turning to the boy before you roll your eyes. "No, imagine, he doesn't even have ears—ha!" you say sarcastically, walking past Megan who was about to say something, probably about Superboy having ears, but you just raise your hand to silence her. "Sarcasm, dumbass," you say, already sighing.

"Well... I think you have great ears," Megan says to Superboy, blushing and looking at him dreamily, making you mime a vomiting gesture. The only one who sees it is Wally, who shakes his head before turning to speak to the prodigy. "Okay, Rob, now what?" Looking around, the boy doesn't see Robin anywhere. He gets frustrated before stomping his foot. "Man, I hate when he does that." You open your yo-yo, showing where Robin is. You're not crazy enough to let that spoiled brat with protagonist syndrome screw something up alone. Noticing Megan wants to see it, you just give her a stern glare, making her back off. "Superboy, Kid. Switch to infrared. See if you're being tracked." You also take the opportunity to look at the yo-yo, checking for people nearby, thanking Reijiichiro who made your yo-yo work not just with tech and internet but also with magic. The yo-yo screen shows the area near you like a radar, displaying people approaching from both sides.

"I've got a squad of armed clowns coming in," Kid Flash says while looking through the forest, spotting some armed people approaching. "Two squads," Superboy adds, looking in another direction.

"But they'll meet each other before they find us," Wally says with a slight joking tone before everyone crouches behind an old log. You look at the redhead, waiting for him to run. You take the yo-yo string and tie it to the boy's feet until you hear him say, "Yeah, yeah. As soon as I find Rob." As he runs at full speed, the yo-yo string gets pulled, and you get up, running in the other direction, raising your hand. "This way." The rest follows you. You count how many steps the boy has likely taken before yanking the yo-yo string hard. At that moment, the boy, who was slipping in the mud, was about to fall into the center of the battle—if you hadn't pulled quickly, making him literally get dragged and thrown. You use him like a flail, throwing him into Kobra cultists, who collapse, already unconscious. "Ahh, that hurt," Wally says from atop the boys. You pull the yo-yo, untying it from him. "You're welcome, you little shit." You still whack him on the head with the yo-yo before opening it and pulling out some strings. "Miss Martian, Superboy, keep an eye out for incoming enemies." Kicking Kid Flash away from the enemies, you pull each of them, tying them to a nearby tree before using the hard part of the yo-yo to hit pressure points on their bodies, knocking them out completely. It would take them a while to wake up.

"Ugh, what was that for, babe?!" Wally says while holding his stomach where you kicked him, but you just sigh before pulling a bar from your yo-yo and tossing it into the boy's hands. "Well, thanks, but I was going after Robin, you know? I had everything under control," Wally says, but you don't care, using the yo-yo and throwing it into the trees before yanking the prodigy boy to the ground, who groans in pain. "Don't whine, you spoiled brat," you say before watching Kaldur arrive. "What's wrong with you? Remember stealth? Why didn't you follow my lead?" The boy says, standing up, watching you pull the yo-yo and store it. Wally sighs, standing and eating the bar you gave him earlier. "Was that what you were doing? Hmm. Nice way of telling us." Wally swallows the bar, about to throw the wrapper on the ground before seeing you asking for it. He hands it to you, and you store it in the yo-yo to toss it later.

"We don't read minds, you know?" the redhead says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before hearing a cough. Looking to see who made it, he notices Megan did it. He sighs before looking at Robin and pointing at Megan. "Well... at least I don't." "You told me I could only read minds—" Megan is interrupted when Robin approaches, speaking over her, not even noticing the girl pouting slightly after being interrupted. "I recognize these uniforms. They belong to the Cult of Kobra."

"I'm sure Batman would've mentioned it... if he knew a dangerous extremist was running the Santa Prisca Venom operation," Kaldur says, approaching Robin and looking at the unconscious group. "I agree. And since clearly there's no love lost between the cultists and those goons... I bet Kobra came and drove them out. That's why the normal supply lines were cut." Kid Flash arrives clapping, already satisfied, as he approaches the two. "Case closed. Kobra wanted super cultists. Mystery solved, we tell Batman and we're home in time for—"

"These cultists aren't taking Venom. Kobra's stockpiling the drug... We're not leaving... not until I know why." Robin cuts Kid Flash off, already stepping into the protagonist role, which is annoying you. "Until you know why?" Wally says, bending down to look at the prodigy. "This team needs a leader." "And it WON'T BE YOU," you say, already stepping in and pointing at the boy who was about to say something more, but you immediately cut him off. "You're nothing but a spoiled boy with protagonist syndrome who thinks that just because you're Batman's sidekick, you deserve to be like him!" Robin blushes slightly in embarrassment, looking away with a pout. "I'm the closest we've got to him." "No, you're not," you say before pointing a finger at the boy's chest. "You screwed the mission the moment you vanished without saying a damn thing. Your irresponsibility could've ruined everything! You think you're Batman, but you're immature. If you want to be a leader, then be one—but be your own leader, not of this team. Because if it's to have an immature, irresponsible leader who thinks he's the main character, then it's better to have none at all." Finished, you raise your head, the shadow hiding your eyes. You then walk away, looking at everyone. "We won't have a leader. If we're to choose one, let it be at the cave, not in the middle of a mission. Until then, do your roles and complete the objective. I don't want dead weight on my back." Kaldur puts a hand on your shoulder, which you slap away, making him withdraw. He turns and approaches the team to go over the plan, wearing a face that's both guilty and a little sad.

"¡Mira, están discutiendo! ¡¡Libérate y capturarlos mientras están distraídos!" you hear while looking at your team, pretending not to listen to anything. "¡callarse la boca! Ahora por el momento voy a jugar, me van a dar lo que necesito," you smile slightly while listening. A good thing about going back in time so many times is that you learned a lot of foreign languages, you became, if not already, a polyglot. This time Bane would be your prey, and it was time for you to become the hunter.

"que niños expertos" Bane laughs while looking at the team. "But you only know half the story. Let me show you the rest... I'll take you to the factory through my secret entrance," he says in a serious and confident tone, laughing. The team looks at him suspiciously, while you are facing away from everything, now with a neutral face, you turn to look at the team, observing Megan approaching Bane. "There's a secret entrance... But he's also hiding something," with that, she places her hand on her head before trying to read Bane's mind, who just laughs at the girl. "Ah, ah, ah, Chica... Bane is not that easy," the man smiles victoriously while Megan just sighs and says "He's mentally reciting the football results... In Spanish... This could take a while."

"It's not complicated... The enemy of my enemy is my friend." The team looks at each other before you approach passing by them. "Alright.." you say while Megan steps aside, giving you space. You approach to untie the man, and with the man free, you turn to restrain the rest of his thugs, leaving only Bane free. You approach before whispering to one of his thugs in Spanish. When he was about to scream, you quickly knock him out, getting up as if nothing had happened, without anyone noticing what was going on.

"The answers are here." Bane says before moving a stone out of the way of a tunnel before entering. "So now El Luchador is our leader," Robin gives the boy a slap on the head before following the man. You enter last, leaning against the wall and running your fingers along where you passed, reaching a door that the man kindly opens. With the door half open, Bane looks before looking down, observing Robin. "Everything clear." he says before running out. Now inside the facility, the team walks before stopping to see if anyone is nearby. "Has that idiot been caught yet?" Bane comments while observing and not seeing the prodigy boy anywhere. "No. He just does that," Kaldur comments before Wally smiles, putting on his glasses before poking you. You slap his hand before touching, with him saying proudly "I'll get our information and return before the Prodigy Boy." With that, he runs off, with Kaldur trying to stop him, but it's too late. He sighs, making Bane smile. "Great chain of command."

"Aqualad, sending a telepathic image of the buyer now." Megan says in Aqualad's mind. He places his fingers on his head before opening his eyes and looking at you and Superboy. "Sports Master. He's the buyer," the boy says before touching his ear communicator. "Aqualad to Red Tornado, are you hearing?" Only a static noise could be heard, showing a defect in the radio. "I can't talk to the League, Robin, or Kid... The communication is jammed. We need a plan, now!" Aqualad says, turning to the team before Bane smiles behind the boy and says in a serious and confident tone, "I have a suggestion."

Bane jumps, knocking down some of Kobra's thugs. With that, the Mammoth, an abomination that Kobra created, jumps out of the window, knocking down where you, Aqualad, and Superboy were. With a quick move, you attach your yo-yo to the beam and pull yourself up, watching the battle below. When you see that Sports Master is about to throw a spear at Miss Martian, you pull her foot with the yo-yo, making her avoid the spear explosion. She looks at you, regaining control of her flight. She throws a thank-you before shaking her head, to which you don't pay much attention, pulling the yo-yo, which detaches from her. You open the yo-yo before showing her a message and saying, "Open a mental communication with everyone!" which she obeys. Of course, you sighed with the pain but remained silent while closing the yo-yo. With everyone running to the tunnel from where they came, you were the last one. You close it before placing a ball on the door.

The monster tries to break in but is hit by an unbearable shockwave. Even so, they invade, and you stay behind, watching and smiling while observing the team run. But it wasn't a happy or good smile; it was a malicious one. When the monster tries to attack you, you say in a strong tone, making the vibrations of your voice more resistant, "eliminate your team" You dodge the punch, making it spin and punch one of its own henchmen. You grab the man's mask, and with that, you run, watching the team shoot the monster. You find the team, who were talking to Robin. You go back to your neutral face before seeing Bane there at the entrance with a button in his hand. "Parados niños, Estoy me siento explosivo." You look at Bane while the others look at the bombs above. "Goodbye and thanks for helping me," Bane laughs before pressing the button, but his laugh freezes when he no longer feels his body moving, stopping altogether.

"What? What's happening?" Bane says while watching the team, who looks at him in shock. You pass by the team, smiling. "Ah, like stealing candy from kids."

"(hero)?" Kaldur says before you clean your hand and walk out of the tunnel in front of the man. "What are we waiting for? Let's go?" you say before the team slowly leaves the tunnel. You smile at Bane. "¡Fuiste un idiota al subestimarme, pequeña mierda patética! Muere lentamente con el veneno en el escroto." With that, you jump and punch the man in the face, making him fall.

"(hero) what's going on?" Wally says, but you just smile before walking. "Let's go."

"But what about Kobra?" Wally says before watching the helicopter in the air explode with the load. "Dude! How are we going to explain this to Batman?" Robin says, but you smile before pulling your yo-yo and opening it. "No need, he's been listening since the beginning. The plan was very simple. Before we even left for the mission, I placed a recorder on each of you without you realizing it. It transmitted each one, even when alone, live to Batman in the cave."

"But how? There was no signal," Kaldur says, confused, looking at you. "Simple, I connected to the same frequency as the installation's radio, while also hiding our presence. Every second, every word from you, even when separated, was being transmitted to Batman right now." You approach Bane, smiling. "He was also easy. Since I knew about your plan, it was easy. When I untied him, I ended up injecting a paralyzing poison into him."

"But what about Kobra? The Sports Master? The bomb?" you take Bane's bomb control and shake it, showing a sample of the control. "It was simple. I told one of his thugs that I had put deadly poison in them. Then, I asked them to do me a favor. While you guys were fighting, one of the members disguised himself as Kobra's thug, placed the real explosive on the helicopter, then replaced the controls. The control Bane had doesn't even work. The planted bombs? Hahaha, they don't work. And to make it even better, now Kobra thinks, well... Bane and his gang tried to destroy his plans, while Sports Master thinks it was Kobra himself!" you say before observing the man below, unconscious, leaving the team behind you, shocked.

When you arrive at the cave, the team faces Batman, looking down in guilt. You approach the man, extending the flask to him. "Thank you very much," you say. "I could understand the mission well. A simple reconnaissance mission. Observe and report. Each of you will receive a written evaluation detailing your many mistakes. Until then, good job." The team members are shocked as they watch the man leave and disappear. You shrug before picking up the mask you took during the mission and throwing it to Wally, who catches it, surprised. With a neutral tone, you say, "Here's your souvenir." You walk away, ready to pack your things and leave, hearing the redhead shout, "Cool! Souvenir!"

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[miharuki]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.05

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195-masterlist

"It's my bio-ship, Martian style!" Megan says as she steps out of the elevator, heading toward the ship. Wally turns to Robin and remarks, "Cute, not aerodynamic, but cute."

Megan laughs before approaching the ship, smiling. "She's at rest, silly. I'll wake her up." She raises her hand, and the ship rapidly shifts shape, becoming larger and more ship-like than before, leaving everyone shocked—except you. You'd seen this ship so many times across timelines that you knew every inch of it by heart. It was boring.

"Well, are you coming?" Megan asks as a door opens at the back of the ship. Everyone enters nervously, and you sigh, watching them board. Renjichiro, perched on your shoulder, laughs in your mind as he observes the scene. "Kukuku, this is getting interesting. You knew this would happen, didn't you?" the mystical creature says, twitching his paw.

"Unfortunately, I have to go. We're fighting again today, and I have to make sure no one dies this time," you say with a tsk as you walk toward the ship. Renjichiro jumps off your shoulder and sits on the ground, watching you enter.

"Buckle up for launch," Megan says as seats form inside the ship. Everyone grins, throwing themselves into the chairs as seatbelts secure them safely. "Red Tornado, please open the doors." The cave doors slide open, and the ship takes off. You lean back in your seat, watching the landscape rush by.

"Incredible," Robin says, admiring the ship before Wally chimes in dreamily, "She sure is." Megan gives him a confused look before Wally quickly corrects himself, "I mean, the ship. Which, like all ships, is a 'she.'" You sigh and pull out your MP4—something you always carried to tune out the team when needed. You plug in your earphones and stare at the view, praying for this to be over soon.

"(Hero) will change their mind," Robin whispers, glancing at Megan, who looks at you with guilt and sadness. "Seems like they don't like me much," Megan whispers back, her expression still downcast as she watches you ignore everyone, swaying your leg to the music. Then, you feel a vibration and quickly stash your MP4, knowing it was time to act.

The team lands in the parking lot. You immediately assess the situation, rolling your eyes before sprinting after them. When no one's looking, you press a button on your choker. The light flashes, and Renjichiro leaps from the ground, materializing beside you. "What's the move?" he asks.

"No time, furry," you think, raising your hand. Renjichiro spits out the yo-yo into your palm before hopping onto your shoulder. You quickly pull a blindfold from your pocket, tying it over your eyes before removing your glasses and stashing them away.

You could only use the powers the creature granted you while in costume. Without it, you could only wield the weapon—and only if he was nearby. You flick the yo-yo, snagging Robin's leg and yanking him back just before a beam crashes down, saving him. You sprint to catch up with the team, the yo-yo retracting from the boy's leg.

"My apologies. You may call me Mister Twister," the villain says before blasting Superboy into a wall with a tornado. You take a deep breath, watching your team try to attack the robot. You recall all the timelines where you'd fought him—Megan usually won. Studying him, you deduce that cutting the blue cables would likely strip his power.

But just as you're about to throw the yo-yo to climb higher, you see Kaldur thrown aside. Obviously, you save him first.

You whip your yo-yo at pillars, collapsing them onto the robot before sprinting to catch Kaldur, creating a net with the yo-yo between the wreckage. "Thanks, (Hero)." You don't even respond, already running back out—only to see Megan, now speaking excitedly:

"Hello, Megan! Mister Twister is the Red Tornado in disguise! He's inorganic. An android. And how many androids do you know that can generate tornadoes?"

You roll your eyes at the stupidity before muttering, "By that logic, Superboy is Superman in disguise." But Robin cuts you off, declaring loudly, "Red Tornado sent us here after saying we'd be tested soon. This is his test! Something to keep us busy!"

"He's NOT Red Tornado!" you shout, but they ignore you, charging at the villain. You clench your fists, hearing Renjichiro laugh at you. Then, you bolt as the villain summons a massive tornado.

Hiding in the trees, you watch the team get thrown back. Once Mister Twister leaves, you stealthily chase after him. You wouldn't let the team's idiocy stop you from taking him down. Darting between trees, leaping and sprinting, you leave the team behind.

Meanwhile, the team gets up, watching the villain flee. "What happened?" Wally asks, looking at Megan.

"I put the Bio-Ship between us."

Superboy punches rocks in frustration. "And that fixes things? You tricked us into thinking Twister was Red Tornado!" He steps in front of Megan, joined by the others.

"She didn't mean to," Kaldur says, trying to defuse the situation.

"It was a rookie mistake," Robin adds. "We shouldn't have listened."

"You're too inexperienced. We should've listened to (Hero). Speaking of, where is (Hero)?" Wally asks, hands in his pockets, scanning the area angrily.

Megan, still sitting on the ground, looks at them. "Stay out of it. We'll handle this from here," Wally finishes, hands on his hips before walking off. Superboy passes without a glance. "Stay out of our way."

Robin shoulders past Wally. "Let's find (Hero)." The three run off, leaving Megan and Kaldur behind.

"I was just trying to be part of the team," Megan says guiltily, staring at the ground.

"To be honest, I'm not sure we even have a team," Kaldur replies before leaving her alone.

Back with you—you weave through the crowd before spotting a cop. You snatch his megaphone with the yo-yo and bolt into the mass of people. Clearing your throat, you speak firmly into the megaphone:

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

The amplified sound vibrates through the air, laced with power. Only about 6 to 12 people are affected, but it's enough—those under your command start pulling the others to safety.

Exhausted, you force yourself to keep running after the villain, megaphone in hand. You shake it violently, releasing the residual vibrations—like an invisible whip of air—that blast the ship Twister had thrown, diverting it from the crowd. Blood drips from your nose. The megaphone sparks. But the villain is still alive. Still there. Still watching you.

You sprint as he hurls a tornado at you. The creature on your shoulder doesn't move, just flicks his tail like he doesn't care—because he doesn't. He's incapable of emotion.

Hidden, you see Twister's back turned. Seizing the moment, you hurl the yo-yo with force. The cord wraps around one of his tubes. You sprint, looping the other end around a ship he'd thrown earlier. He struggles to tear free as you pull, your hands burning even through your gloves.

"(Hero)!" Someone calls, but you focus on the cord.

Finally, one of the villain's cables rips loose. The yo-yo snaps back, sending you flying. Wally catches you, but you shove him away and charge at Twister.

You rejoin the group as the villain flails, now only able to use one hand for tornadoes.

"Listen, all of you," Megan telepathically broadcasts. You clutch your head. "What did I say, damn it?!" The psychic vibration worsens your headache—like slamming your skull into glass while blades dig into your brain. Your veins throb.

"I know, and I know I messed up. But now I understand what we need to do," Megan pleads.

You double over, gripping your head. "Get out! NOW!"

"Please, trust me."

Robin, beside you and Wally, notices more blood dripping from your nose. He reaches for your shoulder. "(Hero)—"

You smack his hand away before he touches you. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Your voice trembles with rage. More blood flows. You keep your head down, breathing hard.

With a yell, you throw the yo-yo again, latching onto Twister's damaged arm. You yank hard, preventing him from throwing another ship, buying time for people to escape. Maybe it's adrenaline or fury—you don't know—but you use all your strength to slam him to the ground. You collapse too.

Dazed, you see the crowd standing frozen. Then, you notice Red Tornado approaching—except it's not him. You know. He flies without tornadoes at his feet, his body and size are different. You sigh and sit back, letting the others handle it now. You're exhausted. The pain is unbearable.

You stand once it's over, clutching your head, breathing through your mouth—your nose clogged with blood. One of the drawbacks of using powers without the suit. Your ears ring. Kaldur tries to help, but you slap his hands away. You can't stand their touch. Not now.

Back in the cave, you grab your bag, pulling out headache pills. Dry-swallowing them, you sling the bag over your shoulder and head for the Zeta Tube.

"Where are you going?" Robin asks.

You flip him off. "To heaven."

And with that, you teleport home.

Megan watches you leave, guilt in her eyes. Wally puts a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. (Hero) will be fine. They always are.

[miharuki]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.04

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195-masterlist

The alarm clock went off at 2:30, and you quickly got out of bed, turned off the other alarms scattered around the room before they went off, made your bed, and finally started your daily routine. You went to the basement; your house had two basements, one that was obviously the most typical, under the stairs, and the other hidden between the shelves. Going down into the basement, you pulled the old shelf before pushing the stone wall and finally entering. You pulled the shelf to hide it before closing the stone wall with the handle it had. There, in the dark, you pulled the cord, revealing a simple light. You quickly went to the treadmill in front of the setup and started running in your gym clothes. You turned on the computer and put on your headphones, listening to the news and reviews.

Once you finished running, you got off the treadmill, stored it in the corner again, and sat in the setup chair. You looked around and surfed the internet. You had your own way of making money, and that was through the internet. You were a vtuber and a Vocaloid composer. Your vtuber persona was cute, and when streaming, you used a voice modifier. And although everything was a lie, it brought in money.

As for the music, it came from the letters you wrote. You wrote letters about your feelings, what you hated, and in them, you used robots to sing. You wanted to avoid being discovered at all costs, and though it was hard work, it made good money. Once you turned off the computer, you grabbed the paper from your notes and went to the cabinet nearby. You opened it to reveal the great wall of discovery, each red line marking something, but that wasn’t what you wanted to see. You crouched down and grabbed the box, opening it and placing the letter with your frustrations inside. Once you closed the cabinet, you locked it with the key around your neck and finally left. Since it was still very early, you went to take a shower, brushing your teeth at the same time. You timed every second, it was routine.

With your dirty clothes already in the wash, you took the opportunity to clean the house. Your parents worked hard and had heavy sleep, so cleaning quietly was perfect. With the house tidied up, you saw that it was already 5:00, and finally, after waking up, you decided to eat. Keeping your weight was ideal, so once everything was done, you went for breakfast, making coffee and food for your family. Obviously, you ate first, and once you heard the steps and grumbling of your parents coming down to the kitchen, you had already set everything up. Your father’s strong black coffee and your mother’s weak coffee accompanied the food of the day. Once your parents came down, you greeted them with the first word of the day.

“I’m going to the library today; I want to go back to school already smart,” you said while grabbing your backpack, making your mother smile with pride while your father also smiled. It was clear it was a lie; you weren’t going to the library, but they didn’t need to know.

“Do you want a ride?” your father asked as he finished his cup, and you smiled while shaking your head.

“No, thanks, I want to walk to exercise!” you said, and your parents agreed. With that, you left the house with a smile and walked through the streets until you finally disappeared from your neighborhood and finally wore a neutral face. As you approached the street, you went to an alley behind the alley where the teleporter was. You opened your backpack and put on the black glasses, checking if the black veil was in your bag. According to the previous lines, it was today that you and your team would fight against that robot. You put on your disguise to remove any trace of your civilian identity—nothing heroic, something casual, but still hidden. Once you were ready, you left the alley and went toward the alley with the teleporter.

Recognized: (hero) b-92

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 July 18 10:40

Once inside, you were greeted by Megan, whom you only gave a silent nod to, not noticing the slightly sad expression on the alien girl’s face. You passed by Superboy without even saying hi, and then you made your way to Kaldur, who was texting Red Tornado. Hours passed, and Wally and Robin arrived, already running excitedly. Everyone was gathered, though you were standing a bit further off, leaning against the wall behind the group, observing. You felt the furry paws of the animal climbing onto your shoulder. It was obvious it had teleported. It looked at the group with you.

“Having fun?” it asked in a low tone, in a language you knew. You just sighed.

“I want this to end soon,” you responded in the same language, watching as the group now ran to see Red Tornado approaching. You didn’t follow, you already knew what he would say, so you took the opportunity to pass by, with the animal on your shoulder.

You smelled something burning and went to the kitchen. You grabbed your watch and watched the minutes pass. As soon as you heard footsteps, Megan came flying while opening the oven with her telekinesis. She placed the burned goods on the counter, and everyone gathered to look while you were still there, putting your watch away.

“I tried making Grandma Jones' recipe from episode 17, but never mind.”

“That’s what happens when you copy recipes from shows,” you said, looking around, not at the others.

“You were here (hero), why didn’t you turn off the oven?” Robin asked, turning to you.

“First, they were already burned when I arrived. Secondly, it’s not my responsibility; incompetence is her irresponsibility, not mine,” you said, adjusting your glasses, looking at the group, with Megan now looking guilty.

“Well, he didn’t mind,” Robin said, looking at Megan while pointing to Wally, who was eating the burned cookies.

“Hmm, I have a strange metabolism.”

“Can I... make more?” Megan asked uncertainly, only to hear you mutter, “So you can burn them again?” You mocked in a low voice, before petting the animal still on your shoulder.

“That was kind of you to make these cookies,” Kaldur said, looking at Megan, with you getting closer to the group but keeping your distance.

“Thank you, Aqualad,” Megan said before he interrupted.

“We’re not on duty, call me Kaldur’ahm, actually, friends call me Kaldur.”

Wally observed the situation before swallowing the cookies and speaking flirtatiously.

“I’m Wally, see, I’ve already entrusted my secret identity to you, unlike my colleague with sunglasses,” said the redhead, pointing at Robin.

“Batman forbade the prodigy boy from revealing his real name.”

“Hahhaha, but you forgot I’m not the only one, there’s (hero) too!” Robin said while pointing at you, arms crossed, looking at the group, with your sunglasses hiding your bored eyes.

“Yes, true, although I can’t complain because this adds an air of mystery and charm,” Wally said, throwing his arm around you and getting closer, only to receive an elbow and have his arm removed with a disgusted expression.

“Don’t touch me,” you said, already pulling away.

“Mine isn’t a secret, it’s M'gann M'orzz, it’s an Earth name, and I’m on Earth now,” Megan said, speaking cheerfully, watching as Superboy looked at you, who was leaving. He started to follow you but was interrupted.

“I hope I can be your friend (hero).”

You held the door, and the other held your head.

“GET OUT, DAMN IT!” You shouted before hearing Megan’s voice again in your head.

“What’s wrong? I don’t understand,” she said.

You clenched your fists in anger, nails pressing against the wall.

“I... said stop...” you said in a low tone.

“Everybody on Mars communicates telepathically, I just wanted—”

The voice stopped when you screamed.

“I SAID TO STOP, DAMN IT!” You shouted while grabbing the knife next to you on the counter beside the door and throwing it, making it lodge in the wall behind Megan. The girl stopped, startled, looking at you.

“We’re not in the damn Mars, we’re in fucking EARTH!” The others also looked as you stared at her with pure hatred.

“Do it again, enter my fucking mind again, and I will kill you, heard me, bitch?!” you said quietly, with Kaldur turning to look at the cookie shapes, now trembling slightly, and the lights flickering, almost nothing. You sighed as you turned, hitting the door frame with your head, sighing.

“I...” Megan looked at you from a distance before Kaldur said, “Things are different on Earth; here, your powers are extremely invasive.”

Wally leaned forward with his hand over his mouth, speaking quietly.

“And, of course, invading privacy is something you should avoid with (hero). She’s hot-headed, better not make her angry.”

Megan looked at you, who was at the door, and felt a wave of guilt. She murmured, “I... didn’t mean to.”

“S.T.A.Y.A.W.A.Y" you said, sighing without even looking at the girl. Although you had come back so far in time, and had gone through telepathy, you didn’t return to the habit, and now it felt like several knives were being driven into your head. Normally, she did that with Superboy and the boys, not with you, and you hated that. You hated that she did this to you, caught you by surprise, invaded your mind.

You left the kitchen, holding your head, staying by the couch, looking at the wall, fists clenched.

“Hello, Megan! I know what to do!” She said cheerfully while tapping her head and floating away, with the group following her. Robin stopped to look at you. He thought of going to see Megan approaching again when he was about to speak to you. Robin pulled her hand and waved in denial. He then came closer to you.

“(Hero)... shall we go?”

“GET OUT...” you said strongly, with hate in your tone, while rubbing your head. Robin raised his hand to touch you but looked at the animal on your shoulder and withdrew his hand. He wanted to avoid making you angrier.

“Please...?” He pleaded, waiting a few minutes, before hearing a sigh. Then you turned, he smiled, and left while you followed him from a distance.

[miharuki]

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

escapes to revelations that in the end resulted in a kiss

TW: none so far, making out, slight sexual innuendo but nothing TOO explicit, you're slow, justice league animated series

English is not my first language!

It had been a while—actually, even before the League was formed—but Wally, the current Flash, had always had a crush on you. On your hero form, to be specific. And not just that—he always dreamed of maybe taking things further, even as civilians. But while the Flash might have flirt, he lacked the courage to talk to you. He stuttered and couldn’t flirt properly without sounding like a total goof. He had already given up. You were way out of his league. Too closed off. He even thought maybe you and Batman were competing to see who could be the coldest.

Poor Wally. Everyone in the League knew about his crush—it was painfully obvious. Sadly, you never noticed, and no one ever told you. Flash begged them—literally on his knees—not to say a word. It was almost pathetic. He never thought he had a chance... except for that night.

You’d just escaped from the Thanagarian ship—Hawkgirl’s species. You all took shelter in a closed-down store. From the sound of wings flapping and voices nearby, there were several patrolling above the area. The only way to go unnoticed was to remove your suits—your heroic identities—and go civilian. Wally, of course, was incredibly curious to see what you looked like as a civilian, but also a bit scared. Scared that you might not like what was under his mask.

“Whoa, wait a sec—what about secret identities?! I trust you guys, but I don’t know if I’m—” the boy was cut off as Batman pointed at his chest.

“Wally West. Clark Kent. Bruce Wayne.”

“Show-off,” Wally muttered as he removed his mask, now staring at the tall man’s face—Bruce Wayne. Wonder Woman ran a hand through Wally’s hair, giving him a bit more confidence, but he was still nervous. When he turned to look at you, he was prepared to see disgust or disinterest… but you didn’t react at all. Instead, you also removed your mask (or, if you’re like J’onn, changed form, etc.), revealing your civilian identity.

“W-wait! [Your Name]?! As in [Your Full Name]?!”

You looked confused. Was your identity really more shocking than Batman’s?

“I thought you'd react like that to Bruce,” you commented as you picked up the clothes Diana had given you.

At that moment, Wally didn’t know what to say. Sure, it was shocking that Bruce Wayne was Batman—but it made sense with the whole billionaire thing. But you? He’d seen you. On magazine covers. He tried to say something, but Bruce threw a change of clothes at him.

With everyone now in civilian attire, the team agreed to regroup at Bruce’s house in Gotham. They split into pairs and trios, but as soon as one of the Thanagarians spotted you, you didn’t even have time to react—Wally scooped you up and bolted. With your arms around his neck, you looked back to see everything fading behind you.

Once he finally stopped, he set you down—but before either of you could say a word, you grabbed him and pulled him into a nearby alley as you noticed more Thanagarians approaching.

“Sorry about this,” you said, pushing him against the wall. He didn’t understand at first, but the moment he heard voices, it clicked.

He just didn’t expect it to go that far.

You lifted your leg and guided his hand to hold it, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Sorry for wha—”

He was cut off as you kissed him.

He could swear his heart was racing. This was a dream come true. It was supposed to be quick—but the hawk people just had to hang around the street, searching. At that point, Wally didn’t really care. In fact, he might even be grateful.

His hand on your waist squeezed slightly, pulling your bodies closer. The one on your thigh hesitated, wanting to go further. Your lips were divine to him—the color, the softness, the taste. Your mouth too. He was getting addicted. He didn’t want to stop. God, you were divine. If this was just a sample, he couldn’t even imagine the rest. God, he wanted you.

The kiss grew more serious—turning into full-on making out. Your hands ran through his hair, and you could swear you heard a moan from him. When your breath gave out, you pulled away. But as Wally leaned in for more, he didn’t expect you to go for his neck. He just prayed he wouldn’t get hard—that would be way too embarrassing. His body stiffened even more when a Thanagarian walked into the alley, then recoiled with disgust.

“Ugh, filthy humans. Nothing here!”

With that, the alien flew off. Once the coast was clear, you pulled away from the boy.

“Sorry about that.”

“Relax. I liked it. A lot, babe.”

You turned to the street and saw it was empty. Fixing your clothes, you said, “They’re gone. Let’s go.”

Wally was still dazed, but he let you lead him. He hoped that after tonight, maybe he could ask you out.

Later, in the Batcave, as you were discussing with the others, John—Green Lantern—looked at Wally and whispered,

“Looks like someone had fun.”

Wally looked at him, confused, until John pointed to his neck. When the redhead touched his own, his fingers came back stained with your lipstick. He smiled, blushing.

Yeah… he was definitely going to ask you out. Maybe he even had a chance to kiss you again.

God, you were divine—both as a civilian and as a heroine.

[miharuki]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.03

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195-masterlist

"Which way?" Aqualad says, watching the team crouched down, making Robin think as he looks at the two tunnels. "Uh… Left corridor 1 or left corridor 2?" Just as he's about to answer, you hear a voice shout, "FREEZE!" 

From one of the corridors, a horned humanoid creature emerges from hiding. You sigh in exhaustion at the thought of seeing the same man again before grabbing your yo-yo. The being raises its hand and, using telekinesis, hurls two crates at you. You dodge them and sprint into the other corridor. Kid Flash, using his speed, tries to stop to avoid hurting a woman stepping out of a thick door, but he slips and knocks her over. Glancing at the door, the redhead realizes it’s the infamous Project Kr that Robin had been searching for. Using one of the pipes nearby, he jams the door shut to buy time for the team to get inside. "Hurry!!" 

Aqualad, sensing something coming after him, kicks the pipe, sealing the door shut. Robin immediately gets to work hacking it. "I disabled the door—we're safe!" 

"We're trapped," Aqualad mutters, scanning the room before noticing Kid Flash staring at a tube. "Oh, you guys gotta see this!" he calls, making everyone gather around to look at the boy inside. "Capital 'K,' lowercase 'r'—the atomic symbol for Kryptonite," KF says, examining the being in the tube. "A clone?" 

"Isn’t that obvious?" you say, stepping back as you hear Aqualad tell Robin to keep hacking. You’re too focused on searching for an iron beam—why? Obviously to hit the kid. You wouldn’t miss this chance, not after countless timelines where he was a jerk to you. No way. And just as you found it, your team was already shouting and talking to the now-freed clone. You finally grab the beam, grinning wickedly before schooling your expression back to neutral. 

"We’re on your side!" you hear Robin yell. The second he finishes, you swing the iron beam hard into the clone’s torso, sending him flying. Though your body regressed when you traveled back in time and your strength wasn’t what it once was, you’d gained skills and tricks from other timelines. That meant that even if you weren’t as strong as the clone, you could hold him off for a short while—thank Black Canary for teaching you to fight so well. 

Superboy flew back, crashing into the tube he’d been contained in, shattering it—but it was pointless since he lunged right back at the boys. Meanwhile, you took the chance to pull a flash drive from your yo-yo and plugged it into both the door and the tube, collecting data—all while your team was busy fighting Superboy. 

The moment Aqualad went down, you knew you had only minutes left. Once you finished, you pocketed both drives and stepped into the fray. Now, it was just you and the clone standing. He charged at you with a punch, which you dodged, countering by slamming the steel beam into his back and sending him crashing into the door. Before he could retaliate, you leapt up, smashing the beam into his head and using it like a bat to trip him. You couldn’t see it, but in your mind, you were cursing every time this kid had been awful to you—every time he’d tried to kill you. Every. Single. Time. 

The fight dragged on—at least, in terms of you and the team. You let yourself get hit, crashing against the wall. The second the clone turned his back, you smirked and grabbed your yo-yo, wrapping the string around his neck. You sprinted past the tube as the cord tightened around it. When Superboy yanked, you let go, sending the tube flying into his back and knocking him down. You knew he wasn’t actually unconscious, so you just pretended to believe he was out. You climbed on top of him, stepping on his back and retrieving your yo-yo—only to get thrown off and have your head slammed down, knocking you out too. 

"Time is running out. You need to wake up. You need to wake up NOW!" A voice echoes in your head as you come to, already sighing because you know exactly where—and when—you are. And from here on out, it’s going to be a fast-paced hell. 

"What? What do you want? Stop staring!" KF whined. "You’re creeping me out," you mocked, rolling your eyes as the boy beside you screamed like a scared kid—nothing like the hero he technically was. 

"We just wanted to help you," Aqualad told the clone, making you sigh again. As much as you found his kindness and heroism "admirable," you also found him annoying and unbearable. So you just closed your eyes and let the others’ voices fade into murmurs, thinking about what would happen next—and what was happening now. 

After escaping the tube, you, your team, and your newest companion (who you despise) left the facility—obviously not without a fight against the scientist responsible for the clone. And not just that—he drank some liquid and turned into what you’d call "the ugliest, most horrifying swamp monster ever created." In your words, he was so ugly he’d be rejected in any multiverse. 

"(Hero!)" You hear Robin call your name mid-battle, and you already guess what he wants. You move closer to Aqualad and Superboy as Robin pulls up a map and tells you to destroy the support beams. 

"Don’t order me around," Superboy snaps. You click your tongue. "Then don’t help. I don’t need dead weight getting in the way," you say before running toward the beams, using your yo-yo to pull them down and wreck them. Once you’ve taken out the marked ones, you glance at Robin, who draws an 'X' with white chalk. Aqualad then splashes water on the floor, and Kid Flash—who had been running to distract the villain—slides right into it, creating a path and filling the marked spot. He throws an arm back, letting you yank him out of the way with your yo-yo just as Aqualad sends an electric current through the water, weakening the monster. 

With the pillars destroyed, the ceiling collapses on the villain, finally ending the fight. 

Superboy lifts the rubble off you all as you take deep breaths. Then you hear Kid Flash say, "See? The moon. And Superman too." At that moment, the entire Justice League lands around you. You grip your yo-yo, pulling out the two flash drives, and approach Batman, tossing them to him. "Here’s everything I collected," you say, making him stare at you before turning his glare to Robin and the others. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see your mentor. "You shouldn’t have done this, (Hero)." You sigh. "I expected this from them, not from you." You just turn away, looking at the others. "Just applying what you taught me," you mutter before walking off, missing the disbelieving smirk and head shake she gives. 

"You shouldn’t have done this," Batman says, stepping toward your group. "You should’ve called!" Flash adds, only to immediately shut up under the Bat’s glare. "You broke the rules, hacked the League’s systems—don’t do it again." 

"Sorry, but we will," Aqualad says firmly as the other heroes step closer. 

"Aqualad, calm down," Aquaman says, approaching. 

"No, my king. We did good work today." 

"—Work that YOU taught us to do. If we’re not supposed to act, then why train us? To replace you when you’re old?" You cross your arms, stepping in front of the team. "We’re your partners—not sidekicks, not stand-ins. If it weren’t for us, by the time you investigated Cadmus, they would’ve scrubbed everything. So… you’re welcome." You finish, staring down the adult heroes as Kid Flash puts a hand on your shoulder—which you immediately smack away. If there’s one thing you’ve consumed across timelines, it’s hatred for all of them. 

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

July 8, 08:04 

"This cave was the Justice League’s original secret sanctuary. We’re putting it back into service. Since the five of you are determined to stay together and fight the good fight, you’ll do so on the League’s terms. Red Tornado has volunteered to live here and supervise. Black Canary is in charge of training. I will handle mission assignments," Batman explains, watching as you all stand in civilian clothes—you and Robin wearing sunglasses. (If there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that to avoid attachments, you have to keep your distance.) 

"Real missions? Like, actual missions?" Robin asks, almost disbelieving but also a little excited. 

"The League will still handle the big threats. There’s a reason we have these giant targets on our chests," Flash says behind you, proudly pointing to the symbol on his suit. 

"But Cadmus proves that criminals are getting smarter. Batman needs a team that can operate under the radar," Aquaman adds, hands on his hips. 

"The six of you will be that team," Batman continues before turning to— 

"Cool! Wait, six?" Robin cuts in, suddenly looking where Batman is—toward J’onn J’onzz emerging from the Zeta Tube with a timid girl trailing behind. 

"This is the Martian Manhunter’s niece, Miss Martian." 

"Hi," the girl says shyly. 

"I’m liking this gig more every minute," Wally grins. You sigh, already knowing who she is, and roll your eyes before hearing Robin elbow him. "Oof!" he groans, shooting the boy a look before walking over to greet her—with you hanging back, watching as Aqualad joins. 

"Welcome aboard," he says with a smile, taking the lead. "I’m Kid Flash. This is (Hero), Robin, Aqualad. Don’t worry if you forget their names." Wally gestures to the rest of the team, still grinning. 

"Thank you for having me!" the girl replies politely, looking at him. 

You glance at Superboy beside you and nudge him, nodding toward her. He hesitates but steps forward. You stay back, distant, observing their interactions—until a hand lands on your shoulder. You turn to see Black Canary. 

"Why aren’t you going over there?" 

You shake your head. "I’d rather avoid friendships. They’re not my friends—they’re my teammates. That’s it." You pick up Renjichiro (who had been sitting by your leg) and stroke his fur as Black Canary sighs and walks away. 

"Seems the team is finally complete! Kukuku… I’m excited to see your next moves," the beastly creature purrs in your mind. You just watch the team from afar before turning and walking off.