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Not a joke

(Tim Drake x gn reader)

⚠️ Trigger/Content Warnings: Emotional distress / heartbreak, Standing someone up / Rejection, Public embarrassment / Humiliation, Crying / Panic response, Parental confrontation / Anger, Verbal confrontation / Threats, Mentions of emotional neglect, Disappointment from loved ones, Mild language / Strong emotional tone, Themes of self-worth and abandonment

Summary:

You waited two hours at the restaurant. Tim never showed. What was supposed to be a date turned into public humiliation and a quiet, painful drive back to Smallville. But when you walk through the farmhouse door and break down in Clark’s arms, the heartbreak doesn’t stay yours alone. And when Superman shows up in the Batcave—furious, protective, and done—everyone learns exactly what it means to break the heart of Superman’s kid.

A/N: Y'all this is a heavy one. Wanted to try some angst for a change and whose better to practice on than my least favourite Robin Tim Drake! Enjoy :)

You glanced at the time on your phone again.

9:12 PM.

Two hours. Two full hours.

The screen's glow lit your features in pale blue, too cold against the flushed warmth of your cheeks. You set the phone down again, face blank, hands numb. The candle on the table had burned low, a pool of wax edging toward the glass base. The white tablecloth, once pristine, now had the ghostly shape of a wine ring, a glass you'd barely touched.

The restaurant staff had stopped coming by a long time ago. They no longer asked if your “plus one” would be joining you. Instead, they just floated around you with gentle, pitiful glances—like circling a dying star. A waiter eventually brought out a complimentary slice of cheesecake, as if dessert could mend the rupture clawing its way through your chest.

You didn’t touch it.

You couldn’t.

The soft clink of silverware, the buzz of casual conversations at neighboring tables, the low hum of violins from the speakers overhead—it all blurred into one excruciating, echoing silence inside your head. Everyone had begun to notice. Whispering. You could feel their stares crawling up your spine like static. A couple in the corner exchanged a look. Someone snickered. Another person offered a frown and quickly looked away.

Your vision blurred—not from tears, not yet—but from the pressure in your skull. Your chest ached like a cracked rib, and every breath you took only seemed to deepen the fracture.

Tim said 7.

You had confirmed that morning.

He had sent a smiley face emoji.

You wore your best outfit. You’d gotten there early. You even practiced what you might say if the conversation hit a lull. You made yourself believe he cared.

You finally stood, the wooden chair dragging a soft, scraping whimper across the hardwood floor. You didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. You waved over the server, that one who had been kind without saying much, and forced a smile that felt more like a splintered mirror than anything real.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “For being kind.”

You reached into your wallet and pulled out a crisp $100 bill. You laid it on the check, which you'd insisted on paying despite the fact your dinner had amounted to a lonely drink and a sympathy slice of dessert. The bill looked absurd now. Like trying to tip fate for being cruel.

“I... just didn’t want it to be for nothing.”

The server blinked, mouth parting with visible discomfort. “You don’t have to do that, seriously—”

“I know. But I want to.”

You left before your voice cracked.

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The drive back to Smallville was long. Long in the way time feels when your stomach is empty, but your heart is heavier than stone. The countryside stretched into the dark, broken only by headlights and the occasional passing truck, its rumble trailing behind like ghost-thunder.

You didn’t cry. Not on the drive.

You couldn’t.

You clenched your jaw so hard your molars felt like they’d crack. You blinked up at the stars once when you hit a red light—silent, cold, beautiful things—too distant to understand heartbreak.

When you finally pulled into the Kent farmhouse driveway and stepped through the screen door, the smell of fresh bread and the soft glow of home hit you all at once.

Clark was there, of course. Sitting at the table in his flannel, reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, a mug of tea forgotten beside him.

“Hey, kiddo—”

His voice was soft. Warm. Home.

And that broke you.

Your bottom lip quivered, and before you could stop yourself, a sharp sob twisted out of your throat. You didn’t even take your shoes off. You stumbled toward him, legs weak with the weight of everything unsaid.

Clark caught you before you fell.

Strong arms wrapped around you like armor. Like gravity. Like a father who’d catch the entire sky if it meant protecting his child.

“Hey. Hey, I got you. I got you,” he murmured. He guided you to the couch, holding you close as the tears finally came, messy and unstoppable, soaking into his shirt.

You tried to speak, but all you could manage—between sobs and hiccups—were two cracked, breaking words:

“He... didn’t.”

Clark didn’t ask.

He didn’t have to.

---

Thirty-one minutes later, Superman cut through the stratosphere like a bullet of burning light. His fists clenched at his sides, jaw tight, his cape snapping in the wind like a storm flag.

The Batcave was quiet until it wasn’t.

He landed with a deafening gust of air, rattling tech and flickering screens. Silence fell like ash. The Batfamily turned—Tim wasn’t even visible yet, but it didn’t matter.

Clark’s voice cut through the cave like a blade.

“Where. Is. Tim.”

Bruce turned toward the commotion, calm but visibly surprised. “Clark? What—”

“Now.”

Tim descended from the second floor, one bootstep at a time, confused. “Wait, what’s going on?”

But before he reached the final step, Clark was there. Towering. Seething. A breath away. His expression wasn’t just angry—it was betrayed. His eyes glowed faintly, dangerously, the threat of heat vision pulsing in the dark.

“You stood my kid up tonight.”

Tim blinked, caught like a deer in high beams. “Wait... they were serious? I thought they were joking.”

Silence.

It hit the room like a bomb.

Clark recoiled slightly. Not physically. Emotionally. Like someone had slapped him with a truth too ugly to absorb.

“You thought they were joking?”

His voice dropped. Deep and dark and cold. The kind of cold that kills in winter. The kind that lives in a father’s chest when his child is broken and bleeding and all he can do is witness it.

Jason’s jaw locked. He looked away in disgust.

Cassandra didn’t speak. She just folded her arms, disappointment sharp in every line of her body.

Even Damian muttered, “Tt. Pathetic.”

Dick looked down. Barbara didn’t.

Her voice was steel.

“That’s not a joke, Tim. You don’t pretend to ask someone on a date. Not someone like them.”

Tim looked around, starting to realize. Starting to see the crater he'd left in his wake. But it was too late.

Clark stepped forward. Closer. His tone was deadly now—final.

“You don’t get to talk to them again. You don’t get to hurt them again. If I ever see you near my child... we will have a very different conversation.”

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.

With one last glare that felt like it could shatter steel, Superman turned. The sonic boom of his departure left a thunderclap and a silence even deeper than before.

Tim didn’t speak.

No one did.

---

Back in Smallville, you sat curled on the porch swing. Knees to your chest. The stars above looked the same, but you felt different—like something had cracked open in you and let the cold seep in.

The porch creaked gently as Clark landed beside you. No dramatic gust. No heroic pose. Just him. Your dad.

“Did you say anything to him?” you asked quietly, voice raw and hoarse.

He didn’t speak at first. Then, he gently pulled you to his side, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“I told him the truth,” he said. His voice was calm again. Grounded. “And I made sure he understood how valuable you are.”

You didn’t answer. You just let the silence settle, thick and warm, like a blanket pulled over bruised skin. Your breathing steadied. The ache dulled—just enough to feel human again.

And there, under the starlit sky, surrounded by chirping crickets and the solid, unshakable presence of your father, you closed your eyes.

For the first time all night, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t alone.

(First time doing angst, pls let me know if it's good! 😊)

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Hei swweetieee, firstly I like soo much Mitsuri s/o request. Would you mind writing some long, headcanons for Sebastian Michaelis and Clauda Faustus and Ciel Phantomhive (ciel is platonic) reacting to an human s/o who's like Makima? She punishes criminals and has her powers and look. Her aim is enind war, pain, etc... thanks in advance ♡

Hi hi! Thank you so much for the first request! Sure I can do that!

Here's Claude, Sebastian, and ciel (platonic) with a makima s/o from Chainsaw Man!

🐈‍⬛️ Sebastian Michaelis x Makima!Reader🐈‍⬛️

Power Dynamic & Fascination:

🐈‍⬛️Sebastian is deeply intrigued by you. Not merely attracted — fascinated. You’re not a normal human, and he knows it immediately. You carry yourself like royalty and radiate an aura of absolute control, even over things you don’t touch. Your scent is faintly divine and infernal all at once, something Sebastian cannot place.

❤️You speak softly, but your words carry unshakable authority. Sebastian notices how criminals obey your commands without hesitation, how even the most rebellious hearts shrink under your stare. It reminds him of contracts… but without the formalities. You bend wills with a glance.

Respect Born of Ruthlessness:

🐈‍⬛️As the Queen’s watchdog, Sebastian punishes the wicked. But you don’t just punish — you restructure evil itself. You break systems from within. You view criminals not as individuals but as symptoms of a larger disease, and that ideology makes Sebastian both wary and impressed. You're not evil — you're order in its rawest, most terrifying form.

❤️When you obliterate a corrupt noble using your powers (perhaps compressing their body into nothing with just a glance), Sebastian remarks, “I see… your elegance rivals that of death itself, my lady.”

Shared Philosophy, Different Means:

🐈‍⬛️Sebastian is a being of chaos and indulgence, while you are cold precision masked in angelic calm. Your goal — world peace — makes him smirk, but the lengths you’re willing to go to accomplish it? That earns his respect.

❤️You don’t fear demons. In fact, you use their language against them, control them, bind them to your vision. Sebastian doesn’t know if he’s impressed or mildly threatened. Perhaps both.

🐈‍⬛️Your presence keeps him grounded in a rare way. For once, he doesn't have total control of the board, and that makes the game delicious.

Romantic Intensity:

🐈‍⬛️If you’re in a relationship with him, it’s dangerously stable. Passion burns behind the scenes. Touch is rare but deliberate. When you lean into him and whisper, "Sebastian… kneel," he doesn't hesitate. He knows it's not love like humans understand it — it’s devotion wrapped in mutual ambition.

❤️You both would never lie to each other. Your honesty is chilling, and that makes it real to him. You love him, not because you need to — but because you chose to, and that alone makes him feel more owned than any contract ever could.

❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️🐈‍⬛️❤️

🕷️ Claude Faustus x Makima!Reader🕷

Cold Recognition of Power:

🕷Claude does not trust easily and certainly doesn’t respect it easily — until he meets you. Your presence is a disruption to his mathematical mind. You aren’t chaos…. You’re an equation he can’t solve. You terrify him in the way only a being that mirrors his coldness could.

💛At first, he observes you like prey. But he quickly realizes you’re not a spider in the web — you are the web.

Obsession and Control:

🕷Claude becomes obsessed with you. Not romantically at first — clinically. He follows your actions, memorizes your patterns, and documents how your power works. How you look someone in the eyes, say a word, and they drop dead or kneel. It’s not just manipulation — it’s domination.

💛You notice his fascination and confront him about it. "Curiosity, Claude? Or submission?" He doesn’t answer. Because he doesn’t know.

Delicate Romance Built on Calculation:

🕷If you're in a relationship, Claude finds himself submitting to your cause, not because he believes in it, but because he believes in you. You are his higher purpose — a being of god-like will. He’d craft the perfect dessert or orchestrate the death of a noble with equal enthusiasm if it pleased you.

💛He calls you "ma belle punition" — my beautiful punishment. Because loving you is like living under a scalpel: sharp, painful, exhilarating.

Shared Vision — Different Execution:

🕷Claude and you both desire perfection, but your idea of peace requires sacrifice. Claude finds oddly romantic. He dreams of a world where you are the only authority. If you asked him to kill Alois for your greater good, he’d consider it. Not out of disloyalty, but because you redefine loyalty.

💛Sometimes, you whisper dark truths in his ear — promises of a world without chaos — and he believes, if only while you're speaking.

💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛

☕️ Ciel Phantomhive x Makima!Reader (Platonic)☕️

Uneasy Alliance:

☕️At first, Ciel distrusts you. You appear too calm, too in control. He’s used to being the smartest person in the room, and you ruin that equation. You make decisions he wouldn’t, punish nobles more severely than even he dares. Yet… he can’t argue with the results.

💙You treat Ciel like an equal, but with subtle undertones of protection — the way one might regard a bright child leading a dangerous game.

Shared Goals, Different Morality:

☕️Your mutual aim — a world without corruption and cruelty — binds you. But where Ciel wants revenge and justice, you want to order at all costs. He questions your methods, especially when you execute war criminals without trial or use your influence to blackmail the crown into submission.

💙"You're playing with fire," he tells you. You smile. "I am the fire, Ciel. And you're smart enough to stay warm without getting burned."

Protective & Platonic Mentorship Vibe:

☕️You don’t talk down to him, but there’s an unspoken awareness that you’ve lived more, seen more, and know more. You guide him subtly — not manipulating him but nudging him toward a broader vision. Not just revenge… but reform.

💙He eventually seeks your counsel in crises, though he’ll never admit it aloud. You help him see the political field as more than personal vendettas. You open his mind to systemic change.

Complicated Respect:

☕️Ciel once asks you, "How many people would you sacrifice to achieve peace?" You answer without flinching: "Everyone who stands in the way." He’s horrified. But also… captivated. Because deep down, he knows he might do the same.

Final Bond:

☕️Ciel respects you more than almost anyone — and perhaps fears you just a little. But he sleeps more soundly, knowing you’re out there, punishing those beyond his reach. You're the blade in the dark that cleanses the world — and though your morality differs, your goal unites you.

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Hi, I saw your ask box is open, and I wanted to send a request! Could you write headcanons for Sebastian Michaelis and Claude Faustus (separately) with a Mitsuri-like, innocent contractor human s/o? She has the same appearance and personality as her. Also, she's so kind to them. One time, they baked a cake for her, she tasted it and squealed, saying that it was delicious, and kissed them on the cheek. Headcanons please ❤️

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! I love demon slayer and black butler, so combining the two is just genius!

Here's headcannons for Sebastian and Claude with an innocent mistsuri like s/o!

🌹Sebastian Michaelis x Innocent Mitsuri-like S/O — Headcanons

General Headcanons:

❤️Sebastian is initially confused and mildly exasperated by your overly affectionate, bubbly nature—but utterly fascinated. You’re a rare human: soft-hearted, joyful, and kind to everyone, even demons.

🐈‍⬛️You constantly shower him with compliments, gasping at his cooking, stitching, or even the way he stands—"You’re so elegant, Sebastian! Like a dark prince from a fairytale!"

❤️You’re the first human he's ever hesitated to corrupt, finding your innocence both a curiosity and a tiny thorn in his cold demonic logic.

🐈‍⬛️You always treat him like a person, not a servant or tool. It catches him off guard every time.

❤️Your innocent affection slowly wears down his icy demeanour. He finds himself seeking your praise, basking in your joy like a flower drawn to the sun.

🐈‍⬛️He absolutely teases you subtly to see your adorable reactions, but he’s also deeply protective of you.

❤️Your cheer balances his darkness. You’re the only one who can make Sebastian laugh—softly, privately, and in shock that you pulled it from him.

Mini Scenario — Baking a Cake:

You skip into the kitchen where Sebastian has spent the afternoon crafting the perfect strawberry shortcake, layers fluffier than clouds and whipped cream as soft as snow.

You peek over the counter, eyes sparkling. "Ohh! It smells so yummy in here! Did you make this for me, Sebastian?!"

He raises a brow, lips curling in a small smirk. “Naturally. Only the best for my lady.”

You take a bite with a delighted squeal, hands clasped near your chest. "AHH!! It’s SO good! Like a hug in my mouth!"

Then—mwah!—you lean up and plant a kiss on his cheek, giggling. “You’re amazing! Thank you so much, Sebastian~!”

For just a moment, his crimson eyes widen. Then he tilts his head, touching the kissed cheek. “My, my. Such bold praise. I may have to make you sweets more often, if that’s the reward.”

Inside, though, a strange warmth flickers in his ancient soul.

🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤🐈‍⬛️🖤

🕷️Claude Faustus x Innocent Mitsuri-like S/O — Headcanons

General Headcanons:

🕷Claude is initially sceptical and unnerved by your endless affection. You call him “sparkly,” “sooo cool,” and “like a mysterious prince!”

💛He assumes you’re playing a long game. When he realizes you're genuinely this nice, it throws him off-balance.

🕷He’s cold and methodical, but you don’t treat him like a tool—you bring him little flowers, giggle at his dry humour, and treat him kindly even when he's aloof.

💛You insist on thanking him for every little thing—"Thank you for opening that door, Claude! You’re the sweetest!" He’s speechless.

🕷You make him feel seen in a way no one else has, and it unnerves him… but he can’t stay away from you.

💛Despite himself, he grows fiercely protective. Anyone who tries to harm you experiences his full wrath.

🕷You’re the only person who calls him “Claudie” (he tolerates it when it’s you), and you often try to get him to smile—he rarely does, but you’re determined.

Mini Scenario — Baking a Cake:

Claude bakes a dark chocolate raspberry cake, each layer perfectly symmetrical. As he presents it, you beam up at him.

"You made this for me, Claude? Waaaah, you’re the best!"

You take a bite, and your entire face lights up like sunshine through glass. “MM!! Claude!! It’s sooooo delicious! I feel like I’m floating on a chocolate cloud!”

Before he can respond, you bounce up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Claudie~! You’re a baking genius!”

Claude freezes. His golden eyes blink once, slowly. He places a gloved hand over the kissed spot, calculating.

“…You are easily pleased.”

But his voice is softer than usual. And when you hug him tightly with your usual giggle, he silently leans into it—just for a moment.

💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛🕷💛

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A Civilian Crush

Dick Grayson x f!reader

Scenario Type: Reader Insert, Fluff, Humour, Batfam Bonding

Summary:

The Batfamily grows suspicious when Dick Grayson consistently patrols the same area of Blüdhaven every night. Curious, they follow him and discover he’s secretly watching over a civilian girl—you—a cosy, grunge-loving literature student with a soft spot for warm drinks on the balcony. After returning to the Batcave, Tim runs a full background check, pulling up your entire life story, which the Batfam gleefully uses to tease a flustered Dick. He’s officially busted—and now everyone knows about his civilian crush.

It started with a pattern.

Tim was the first to notice it. Dick Grayson—Nightwing, the ever-charismatic, acrobatic golden boy—had been patrolling Blüdhaven’s West End like clockwork. Every. Single. Night. He gave excuses, of course: “Oh, crime’s been spiking here,” or “The docks are active again,” or the classic, “I’ve got a feeling.”

Jason called BS.

And when Jason and Tim agreed on something, that was reason enough to investigate. Cue the Batfamily mission: Operation Spy on Nightwing.

---

Nightfall – Blüdhaven West End

From their various vantage points—Tim on a rooftop with his drone, Jason in an alley with a half-eaten sandwich, Damian crouched on a fire escape like a vengeful cat, and Barbara feeding them audio through the comms—they waited. And watched. Nightwing was patrolling, all right. But not just anywhere.

They tracked his gaze, the way he lingered near one specific building—an apartment above a cozy used bookstore, lights warm behind the second-story window.

And then they saw her.

You stepped out onto the small balcony, a mug in hand, hair a little messy from what looked like an early night in. You were wearing plaid pyjama pants, a band tee, and a cardigan that was two sizes too big. Grunge-style, yes. Comfortable? Absolutely. Nightwing landed on a rooftop across from yours. He didn’t make a move. He just…watched. Protective. Quiet.

Jason let out a low whistle over the comms. “Dickie's got himself a civvie.” Tim’s fingers flew across his keyboard, pulling up your building’s data.

“Name's [Y/N] [L/N]. About [your height], [your eye colour], [your hair]. Born on March 12th . Grew up in Blüdhaven. No criminal record. Works part-time at a café downtown. Currently studying literature. Lives alone. Rents. Owns a cat named—wait, seriously?—Mr. Pickles.”

Barbara chuckled. “He’s so busted.”

---

Later – Batcave

Dick strolled in post-patrol, peeling off his domino mask, clearly in a good mood. “Hey, guys—what’s with the grins?” Jason looked up from the Batcomputer, smirking like the devil himself.

“Oh, nothing. I'm just thinking about [Y/N] from West End. Cute balcony. Love the mug collection.”

Dick froze. “...What?”

Tim spun in the chair dramatically. “She has a birthday coming up, you know. March 12th. She likes old poetry and plays Stardew Valley at night.” He gave Dick an evil smile. “Big fan of comfy grunge fashion. You’ve got a type.” Barbara joined in, voice teasing through the comms. “Should we get her a Bat-shaped Valentine from you? Maybe Damian can write the poem.”

“I do not write poems,” Damian deadpanned. “But I will ensure Grayson’s humiliation is complete.”

Dick groaned, tugging his suit collar. “You guys tailed me?” Jason raised an eyebrow. “No, no. We investigated. That’s different.”

“Stalker different,” Dick muttered. Tim held up a finger. “We prefer ‘concerned siblings.’” Dick sighed, rubbing his face, clearly flustered. “You could’ve just asked.”

“That’s not as fun,” they said in unison.

---

The next night, Dick was back on his usual rooftop. You stepped out again, completely unaware of the drama your existence had caused. You waved when you spotted him. He waved back sheepishly.

Behind him, in the shadows, he could feel his siblings watching. Jason’s whisper echoed faintly through the earpiece:

“Ask her out, lover boy. Before I do it for you.”

Dick let out an annoyed groan and flashed Jason his middle finger, his eyes never leaving your balcony.

---

End. 💙

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Crimson Devotion

Summary:

In the world of soul reaping and dramatic flair, you are Grell Sutcliffe’s fiercely loyal girlfriend — a fellow reaper who won’t tolerate creeps, insults, or anyone who dares disrespect the love of your undead life. Whether you're warding off over-friendly coworkers, shutting down transphobes with a smile, or joining Grell in her theatrical Sebastian-chasing antics, you’re always right by her side — protective, playful, and a little bit unhinged.

After a long day of causing chaos and kissing up on demon butlers, you and Grell return to the privacy of her room — where all that tension turns to passion, praise, and pleasure. You both give as good as you get, and neither of you hold back.

⚠️Trigger/Content Warning⚠️

Transphobia (called out and shut down)

Mild violence (implied threats, intimidation toward disrespectful coworkers)

Sensual/sexual content (consensual, steamy but not graphic)

Power dynamics (playful, equal, mutually respectful)

Excessive hair flipping

Uncontrollable purring when Sebastian walks by

Dangerous levels of flirting in the workplace

Grell’s heels clicking ominously like a boss battle

Reader being a hot girlfriend with a 'do not touch unless you're ready to die' energy

Reaper bureaucracy (the real horror)

You leaned back in your chair at the Reaper Dispatch, watching as Grell practically floated across the office floor in her signature red heels, her long crimson hair swishing behind her. She was radiant as ever, gossiping dramatically with William, who — as always — remained unbothered by her theatrics.

But your attention shifted the moment you saw him — Jenkins, one of the new male reapers. He was eyeing Grell again. The same way he'd done yesterday. Too long. Too curious. Too disrespectful.

You stood up.

“Oi, Jenkins,” you said, walking over casually, but your voice was ice-edged. “Enjoying the view, are we?”

He blinked. “I was just looking—”

“Mmhm,” you cut him off, a smile curling your lips as you stepped between him and Grell. “Why don’t you keep your eyes on your own work before you lose them entirely?”

He shuffled away with an awkward mutter, and you turned just in time to see Grell twirling a pen between her fingers, her grin matching yours.

“Oh my dear,” she purred, sashaying toward you, “how very protective. I do love when you get like that.”

“Someone’s gotta keep the creeps in check,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Besides, you’re mine. They don’t get to look at you like that.”

She giggled dramatically, planting a kiss on your cheek. “You always make me feel so adored.”

You pulled her closer. “Because you are.”

Of course, not everyone in the Dispatch was as loving. A week ago, a group of lower-level reapers had made a cruel comment as you and Grell walked past. You still remembered the way her smile had faltered, just for a second.

So you’d turned around.

And let’s just say... they don’t whisper anymore.

Since then, Grell’s been even more shamelessly herself around you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

---

One foggy London evening, you found yourself walking with her on an errand near the Phantomhive estate.

“I just know Sebastian is lurking nearby,” Grell whispered, eyes gleaming like rubies. “My darling demon butler... so cold, so cruel, so—”

“Hot?” you offered, deadpan.

Grell clutched her heart. “Exactly!”

You both snuck into the shadows as Sebastian emerged into view, poised and perfect as ever.

“Oh, Bassy!” Grell sang out, blowing a kiss.

He didn’t break stride. “Miss Sutcliffe. And company,” he said with a small nod toward you.

You grinned. “Miss Sutcliffe’s very devoted company.”

“I brought my partner this time!” Grell cooed. “She encourages my passions!”

Sebastian sighed. “How delightful.”

You smirked. “We were thinking a throuple, maybe?”

Grell cackled, clinging to your arm as Sebastian disappeared into the night with a subtle speed-up to his walk.

“You’re evil,” she laughed. “I’m romantic,” you said. “Also, you looked like you needed backup.”

“Oh, my love,” she said, snuggling into you. “With you at my side? Let the world stare.”

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Later that evening, you and Grell had made your way back to her quarters at the Dispatch. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, she turned on her heel, her crimson coat fanning dramatically.

“You know,” she murmured, stepping toward you with a wicked gleam in her eyes, “seeing you defend me like that today...”

Your back hit the door as she pressed her body close. Her hands, gloved in black lace, slid up your sides, curling possessively around your waist.

“Made me want to reward you.”

Your breath hitched, just a little. Grell had a way of switching from theatrical to devastatingly seductive in the blink of an eye. “Oh?” you teased, tilting your head. “And how would you do that, my lady?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. “I could start by taking off this uniform you insist on keeping so neatly buttoned,” she purred. “Unless you'd rather do the honors.”

Your hands moved on instinct, sliding into her crimson locks to pull her in for a kiss. It was greedy and deep, all tongue and teeth, her body melting into yours like she was made for it. You guided her backward, lips never parting, until the backs of her knees hit the bed.

“Sit,” you whispered against her mouth.

She did, biting her lip as you stood between her legs, fingers tracing the edge of her collar.

“You really have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

Grell tilted her chin up, eyes half-lidded. “Oh, I do. But hearing it from you? Mmm. That’s my favorite.”

Your lips ghosted down her jaw, her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Her breath hitched again, this time from sheer pleasure. Her hands slid under your coat, tugging you closer.

“You’re dangerous,” she whispered, voice heavy with lust. You smirked. “So are you.”

And you spent the rest of the night proving it to each other—in tangled sheets, whispered praise, and the kind of pleasure that left marks only you were allowed to see.

[mimimultiverse]

You're my best friend

Summary: You grew up in a small town, where you first met (Characters name) during your childhood. You were neighbours and quickly became inseparable.

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

Your Bond: Riddle was always the serious, rule-abiding one, but as kids, you two were inseparable when it came to organizing games and making up imaginary rules.

Headcanon:

🌹 Riddle was the type to give you a "queen's order" for fun, and you'd pretend to be the rebellious one who had to "break" the rule.

🌹 He was the kind of kid who would insist on bringing a pocket watch to play, just to "keep time" for your activities.

🌹He'd bring you flowers from his garden when you were feeling down, and even now, he still gets embarrassed when he does it, but secretly loves it.

Cute Moment: One of your fondest memories is when Riddle tried to bake a cake for your birthday, and it ended up a disaster—he cried over the burnt edges, but you two laughed until you cried.

🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

Your Bond: Leona was the laid-back, "too cool for school" type, but he would always show up at your house when you needed a partner for whatever you were doing, especially if it involved a snack break.

Headcanon:

🦁 Even as a kid, Leona would always claim to be too lazy to participate in games but would secretly enjoy it when he was in the mood.

🦁 He would often fall asleep on your couch, his hair all messy, after a day of playing, and you'd have to wake him up with snacks.

🦁 Leona's affection is subtle, like how he'd give you a little nudge when you were feeling down or share his snacks without saying anything, expecting nothing in return.

Cute Moment: You remember how Leona tried to teach you how to climb a tree, and although you were scared at first, he assured you in his gruff way, "You got this," before watching you conquer it with pride.

🦁💛🦁💛🦁💛🦁💛🦁💛🦁💛🦁💛🦁💛🦁💛

🐯Kalim Al-Asim🐯

Your Bond: Kalim was the ever-optimistic, cheerful friend who would always drag you into fun adventures. He loved making up games that involved dancing, singing, and a lot of laughter.

Headcanon:

🐯As kids, Kalim would always try to cheer you up if you were ever feeling sad by offering you random gifts, like a flower, a stone he thought looked cool, or even his favourite sweets.

🐯He was the first to volunteer to help you with anything, even if it was completely unnecessary (like carrying a toy or doing a "big mission").

🐯Kalim’s love for fireworks began when he was little, and he would try to make his own (often failing) to impress you.

Cute Moment: Kalim once made you a “friendship bracelet” when you were feeling insecure about something, and it became your most treasured item. Every time you looked at it, you were reminded of his pure heart.

🐯🧡🐯🧡🐯🧡🐯🧡🐯🧡🐯🧡🐯🧡🐯🧡🐯🧡

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

Your Bond: Azul was the one who would organize games with elaborate rules and always made sure that everyone had a fair chance (even if he secretly loved to win).

Headcanon:

🐙 As a child, Azul had an intense love for collecting shiny things—rocks, seashells, anything that glistened—and would always try to trade you them in exchange for something you had.

🐙 He was an expert at making up stories, often enchanting you with tales of deep-sea adventures.

🐙 He’s always been a little protective of you and would often worry about you in silence, making sure you were never left out.

Cute Moment: You both used to go swimming together. Even though Azul was initially too scared of swimming in deeper water, he would always end up swimming deeper than you —and proudly showing it off to you with a grin.

🐙💜🐙💙🐙💜🐙💙🐙💜🐙💙🐙💜🐙💙🐙

👑Vil Schoenheit👑

Your Bond: Vil was always the refined, elegant one, even as a child. He would insist that you follow proper manners during your playdates, but he secretly adored your carefree personality.

Headcanon:

👑 As a child, Vil was obsessed with making sure everything looked perfect, so you'd often get involved in elaborate dress-up games (even if it meant you were wearing ridiculous costumes).

👑 He would try to teach you how to carry yourself with grace, often making you practice walking in a straight line, which you secretly hated, but adored his attention to detail.

👑 His “true” affection came in the form of compliments, though they'd be subtle and sometimes veiled in his usual critiques.

Cute Moment: There was that one summer when Vil insisted on performing a play he wrote (a very dramatic love story, of course) and you played the “damsel in distress”—it was a ridiculous but adorable production.

👑💗👑💗👑💗👑💗👑💗👑💗👑💗👑💗👑💗

🎮Idia Shroud🎮

Your Bond: Idia was always the quiet, tech-loving friend, but he had a soft spot for you. He'd rather be playing video games, but you two would often have late-night gaming sessions where you'd compete, or he’d teach you how to use new gadgets.

Headcanon:

🎮 Idia would share his love for all things gaming and tech with you, even building you little gadgets as gifts (they usually didn’t work perfectly, but you always cherished them).

🎮 He was never really good at socialising, but with you, he would talk endlessly about his favourite characters, games, and anything tech-related.

🎮 He would be the one to give you quiet advice during rough times, his words always thoughtful, even if wrapped in awkwardness.

Cute Moment: When you were younger, Idia tried to teach you how to play a game he loved, but you kept losing miserably. He was very patient and would cheer you on every time you made progress, even if it was just a tiny bit.

🎮💙🎮💙🎮💙🎮💙🎮💙🎮💙🎮💙🎮💙🎮💙

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

Your Bond: Malleus was always the mysterious and somewhat distant one, but you two shared a bond that no one else could understand. You’d often meet in secret places to talk about things that others wouldn't understand, especially the magic world.

Headcanon:

🐉Malleus’s quiet nature came from his royal upbringing, but with you, he could be his true self—curious, playful, and occasionally mischievous.

🐉As a child, Malleus would often gift you rare, magical trinkets, like enchanted stones, or sometimes, flowers that only bloomed in hidden parts of the forest.

🐉Malleus adored your sense of wonder, and as children, he would sometimes sneak off with you to explore hidden places where no one else dared to go.

Cute Moment: Malleus once built a tiny secret “dragon’s lair” for you both to explore, complete with treasures (mostly shiny rocks), and you two would pretend to protect the realm from intruders together.

[mimimultiverse]

Masterlist

Batman

🦇Batfamily🦇

A hellhound called Razor

Summary: Bruce Wayne brings the Justice League to his mansion, only to find chaos unfolding inside. The members of the Batfamily are frantically running around, panicking about a creature named Razor who has escaped. To the league's shock, Razor is revealed to be a young demon—appearing as a 16-year-old boy with fox-like ears and a tail—who was found wandering Gotham by Jason Todd. Jason had brought him home, where Razor quickly formed strong attachments to Jason and Damian Wayne, imprinting them much like a lost puppy.

Part 1 Part 2

🦇Bruce Wayne🦇

He's brooding right now...

❤️🔫Jason Todd🔫❤️

Sanctuary in the Shadows (jason todd x reader)

When a coordinated attack compromises the security of Wayne Manor, the Batfamily is forced to evacuate immediately. With limited time to find a secure location, Jason Todd insists he knows the perfect safe house. Trusting his judgment, the family reluctantly agrees despite their reservations about Jason’s unconventional methods.

💙🖤Dick Grayson🖤💙

Civilian Crush (Dick Grayson x reader)

Summary:

The Batfamily grows suspicious when Dick Grayson consistently patrols the same area of Blüdhaven every night. Curious, they follow him and discover he’s secretly watching over a civilian girl—you—a cozy, grunge-loving literature student with a soft spot for warm drinks on the balcony. After returning to the Batcave, Tim runs a full background check, pulling up your entire life story, which the Batfam gleefully uses to tease a flustered Dick. He’s officially busted—and now everyone knows about his civilian crush.

☕️Timothy Drake☕️

Not a joke

Summary:

You waited two hours at the restaurant. Tim never showed. What was supposed to be a date turned into public humiliation and a quiet, painful drive back to Smallville. But when you walk through the farmhouse door and break down in Clark’s arms, the heartbreak doesn’t stay yours alone. And when Superman shows up in the Batcave—furious, protective, and done—everyone learns exactly what it means to break the heart of Superman’s kid.

🗡Damian Wayne🗡

He's walking Titus...

☕️Alfred Pennyworth☕️

He's cleaning the manor...

X-Men

👓Scott Summers👓

He's with Jean right now...

🧠Jean Grey🧠

She's with Scott right now

⚡️Ororo Munroe⚡️

She's watching the rain...

🃏Remy LeBeau🃏

He's flirting with Rouge

🤠Anna Marie🤠

She's avoiding Gambit...

X men Oc's

🔮🐈‍⬛️Roxanne Moreau🔮🐈‍⬛️

Meet Roxy

Arcane

💙⚡️Jinx⚡️💙

She's playing with Isha...

🤛Vi🤛

She's with Caitlyn...

🧁Caitlyn🧁

She's with Vi...

🔨Jayce🔨

He's in the lab with Victor...

🦯Victor🦯

He's in the lab with Jayce...

⏳️Ekko⏳️

He's looking for Jinx...

Arcane Oc's

💙⚡️Delta Blue⚡️💙

Meet Delta Blue

Twisted Wonderland

Heartslabyul

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

You're my best friend

🍀Trey Clover🍀

He's too busy making tarts...

♦️Cater Diamond♦️

He's live on magicam at the moment...

❤️Ace Trappola❤️

He's hiding from Riddle...

♠️Duce Spade♠️

He's painting the roses...

Savannaclaw

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

You're my best friend

🌼Ruggie Bucchi🌼

He's off collecting dandelions...

🐺Jack Howl🐺

He's out running...

Octavinelle

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

You're my best friend

🍄Jade Leech🍄

He's out collecting mushrooms...

🏀Floyd leech🏀

He's not in the mood right now...

Scarabia

☀️🐯Kalim Al-Asim ☀️🐯

You're my best friend

🐍Jamil Viper🐍

He's hiding from a spider...

Pomefiore

👑🦚Vil Schoenheit🦚👑

You're my best friend

🏹Rook Hunt🏹

He's busy watching Leona...

🍎Epel Felmier🍎

He's hiding from Vil...

Ignihyde

🎮Idia Shroud🎮

You're my best friend

🤖Ortho Shroud🤖

He's updating...

Diasomnia

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

You're my best friend

🦇Lillia Vanrouge🦇

He's hiding on the ceiling...

⚔️Silver Vanrouge⚔️

He's sleeping...

🐊Sebek Zigvolt🐊

He's guarding Malleus...

Others

⚫️Dire Crowley⚫️

He's on vacation...

🐩Divus Crewel🐩

He's busy designing clothes...

🐈‍⬛️Mozus Trein🐈‍⬛️

He's reading with Lucius...

🥚Ashton Vargus🥚

He's busy working out...

🔮Mr.Sam🔮

He's working at the Mystery Shop...

Oc's

🦇💜Melancholy 'Mel' Crowley💜🦇

Meet Mel

Black Butler

The Demons

🐈‍⬛️Sebastian Michealis🐈‍⬛️

Innocent Mitsuri s/o

S/o like Makima

🕷Claude Faustas🕷

Innocent Mitsuri s/o

S/o like Makima

The Earls

☕️Ciel Phantomhive☕️

S/o like Makima (platonic)

🦋Alois Trancy🦋

He's bothering Claude...

The Reapers

🌹Grell Sutcliffe🌹

Crimson Devotion

Summary:

In the world of soul reaping and dramatic flair, you are Grell Sutcliffe’s fiercely loyal girlfriend — a fellow reaper who won’t tolerate creeps, insults, or anyone who dares disrespect the love of your undead life. Whether you're warding off over-friendly coworkers, shutting down transphobes with a smile, or joining Grell in her theatrical Sebastian-chasing antics, you’re always right by her side — protective, playful, and a little bit unhinged.

👓William T Spears👓

He's working overtime...

⚡️Ronald Knox⚡️

He's with Grell...

💀Undertaker💀

He's sleeping in a coffin...

[mimimultiverse]

New Oc alert!! Meet the Techy Tinkerer....

DELTA BLUE!!!

More about her under the cut!

Name: Delta Blue

Age: 19

Affiliation: Zaun (Silco’s inner circle)

Pronouns: She/Her

Appearance:

Hair: Waist-length dusty brown hair with streaks of blue (dyed by Jinx), usually in a messy braid decorated with gears, screws, and trinkets.

Eyes: Wide, curious, periwinkle eyes that give her a perpetually surprised look.

Smile: Gap-toothed and full of mischief.

Other Features: A sprinkle of freckles over her cheeks and nose.

Clothing Style: A blend of Jinx’s chaotic flair and gritty steampunk vibes—ripped stockings, oversized boots, fingerless gloves, and patched-up skirts. She wears a pair of brass goggles on her head at all times (even indoors or while sleeping).

Mobility Aids: Uses a cane (disguised as an umbrella) —result of an old injury from her street days.

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Personality:

Bright, bubbly, and a little bonkers in the best way.

Constantly stammering out her ideas with wide-eyed excitement, but never lets her speech impediment slow her down.

Eccentric to the core—she talks to her inventions like they’re old friends.

Loyal to a fault and deeply protective of Jinx and Silco.

Tends to get lost in her own world when tinkering, forgetting everything else—including food and sleep.

---

Backstory:

An orphan raised in the depths of Zaun, Delta learned early how to survive. She had a knack for invention even before she could speak in full sentences. After being caught trying to fix one of Silco’s drones with scraps, instead of punishment, he saw her potential. He took her in, and Jinx quickly declared her “kid sister.” Since then, they’ve been inseparable—causing chaos, building machines, and keeping each other grounded.

---

Likes:

Building odd little machines that don’t always have a purpose (but always have personality)

Listening to the clicks and whirs of gears turning

Rainstorms in Zaun

Painting her inventions with bright neon colours

Explosions… but only the fun kind

Hugs from Silco when he’s having a rare quiet moment

Jinx’s lullabies, though she’d never admit it out loud

Dislikes:

When her inventions break and she doesn’t know why

Being interrupted mid-ramble

Bright lights (hurts her eyes)

Being pitied

Getting stuck on words she knows but can’t get out

Feeling left behind or excluded

Piltover tech (too shiny and boring)

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Fun Facts:

She has names for every one of her inventions—her wrench is named “Clanky” and her gear spider-bot is “Tickles.”

She once made a flamethrower that shot confetti by accident. Jinx cried laughing for an hour.

Her bedroom looks like a scrapyard had a rave—walls covered in scribbles, maps, wires, and blueprints.

She sometimes hums lullabies in Morse code while working.

She collects buttons from every jacket she outgrows and stitches them onto her bag.

---

Nicknames Jinx Calls Her:

“Gear Gremlin”

“Tinker-Bell-But-Cursed”

“Freckle Fizz”

“Bluestreak”

“Wobble Wonder”

“Delta Doom” (used only when she accidentally blows something up)

“Sprocket Sprout”

“Leggy McBraceface” (teasing but affectionate—Delta finds it hilarious)

“Squishy Genius”

[mimimultiverse]

A hellhound called Razor p.t 2

Summary - The Justice League continues their stay at Wayne Manor, determined to observe the peculiar hellhound-like boy and learn more about his behaviour. Through their time together, they discover Razor’s unique dietary preferences—particularly his love for meat, his disdain for vegetables, and his tendency to play with food like a wild animal. They also learn about his attachment to certain people, with Jason being his favourite, followed closely by Hal, while others, like Bruce and Tim, are given a more cautious distance.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long sigh before motioning for the League to follow him. “Come with me. I’ll explain.” Hal, still cradling a contently purring Razor, fell in line with the others as they followed Bruce through the manor. Once inside one of the many sitting rooms, Bruce turned to face them, arms crossed. “This is Razor,” he began, gesturing toward the boy still snuggled up in Hal’s arms. “We believe he’s a young hellhound.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“…A what?” Barry blinked. “You mean like a literal hellhound?” Bruce nodded. “We found him wandering Gotham alone months ago. Jason was the one who found him during patrol. He brought him home, and Razor has been here ever since.” “Wait,” Diana interjected, eyes narrowed. “How do you know he is a hellhound? He looks human.” Bruce glanced at Razor, who was now nuzzling Hal’s jacket, his tail swishing lazily. “His abilities, instincts, and behaviour suggest it. Razor isn’t a meta, nor is he entirely human. He’s… something else. His enhanced senses, physical capabilities, and natural inclination toward fire all line up with known hellhound traits.” Clark folded his arms. “And you’re just… keeping him?” Bruce exhaled. “We couldn’t leave him on the streets. He was alone, confused, and clearly young. And he…” He hesitated, eyes shifting toward Jason, who was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed but not denying anything. “…He imprinted on Jason.”

The League all turned to look at Jason.

“…Don’t look at me like that,” Jason muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “He just follows me. Everywhere. Like a damn lost puppy.” Hal looked down at the boy in his arms, raising a brow. “And he doesn’t let any of you pick him up?”

“Not without a fight,” Tim confirmed, sitting on the armrest of a nearby chair. “You saw the chaos out there. If he doesn’t want to be caught, we don’t catch him.”

“And yet I can hold him just fine?” Hal asked, looking down at Razor, who blinked up at him sleepily before headbutting his chest with a happy huff. “I don’t get it either,” Jason grumbled. “Little traitor.” Hal grinned. “Face it, Jason. He likes me.” Jason scoffed. “Like hell he does.”

“Hellhound,” Barry corrected, snickering.

Bruce sighed again. “I’ll do my best to answer any questions you have.”

That was a mistake.

Immediately, the League bombarded him with questions.

“Can he breathe fire?” (Bruce: “Not that we’ve seen.”)

“Does he eat souls?” (Bruce: “No. He eats normal food, but he prefers meat.”)

“Does he have to eat meat?” (Bruce: “He won’t touch vegetables, if that’s what you’re asking.”)

“Where did he come from?” (Bruce: “We don’t know.”)

"Does he talk?” (Bruce: “He understands us but doesn’t speak much. He mostly communicates through sounds and expressions.”)

“Does he have any powers?” (Bruce: “Aside from enhanced speed, strength, and agility, no.)

“Why the cat behaviors?” (Bruce: “Your guess is as good as mine.”)

By the time Bruce was finished answering, Hal finally put Razor down. The moment his feet touched the ground, Razor stretched his arms up like a cat waking from a nap before giving a big yawn, exposing sharp canines.

That’s when the chaos began again.

Instead of running, Razor perked up at the sight of the rope toy Dick held and immediately crouched low, ears twitching with excitement. “Wanna play, buddy?” Dick grinned, wiggling the rope.

Razor’s tail swished. Then—BAM.

The next second, he pounced, grabbing one end of the rope with his teeth, growling playfully as Dick tugged on the other side. “Oh, he’s strong,” Dick laughed, nearly getting pulled off balance as Razor yanked back. Barry, ever the troublemaker, zoomed past with a ball, tossing it in the air. “Think he fetches?” Razor’s head snapped toward the ball like a hawk tracking prey. Then, to everyone’s delight, he bolted after it.

Soon, the entire League and Batfamily were involved.

Diana and Hal took turns playing tug-of-war.

Barry and Jason wrestled him, only to end up pinned beneath him as he swished his tail triumphantly.

Clark tried seeing if Razor could climb, only for the boy to leap onto the furniture with ease and perch there like a smug cat.

Even Bruce, despite himself, watched with a small hint of amusement as Razor tackled Tim to the floor, victorious in whatever game they had been playing. For a supposed hellhound, Razor was acting more like an excitable puppy with the energy of a mischievous cat. “Bruce,” Clark said, shaking his head fondly. “You realize you’ve adopted a literal cryptid, right?”

Bruce sighed, watching as Razor pounced onto Jason’s back, hanging on like a koala.

“…It’s Gotham,” Bruce said dryly. “It was only a matter of time.”

[mimimultiverse]

A hellhound called Razor

Summary: Bruce Wayne brings the Justice League to his mansion, only to find chaos unfolding inside. The members of the Batfamily are frantically running around, panicking about a creature named Razor who has escaped. To the league's shock, Razor is revealed to be a young demon—appearing as a 16-year-old boy with fox-like ears and a tail—who was found wandering Gotham by Jason Todd. Jason had brought him home, where Razor quickly formed strong attachments to Jason and Damian Wayne, imprinting them much like a lost puppy.

Bruce Wayne strode through the doors of Wayne Manor, the Justice League trailing behind him. He had extended a rare invitation to them, figuring a debrief at his home would be better than the Watchtower. Besides, Alfred had insisted on making dinner.

However, the moment they stepped inside, Bruce knew something was wrong. The air was thick with tension, and the sound of frantic footsteps echoed through the halls. Members of the Batfamily were darting around, moving chaotically like headless chickens.

Bruce cleared his throat, his deep voice cutting through the madness.

“What the hell is going on?”

At once, everyone froze mid-motion and turned to him, faces filled with pure panic.

“Razor got out!” they all yelled in unison.

Bruce’s stomach dropped. Oh no.

Before he could tell the League to turn around and leave before things got worse, something darted past him in a blur. A split second later, Jason came barreling after it.

“Get back here, you little gremlin!” Jason shouted.

The blur skidded to a halt in front of Superman, giving Clark his first real look at Razor.

Crouched low to the ground like a feral animal, the boy looked no older than sixteen, clad in an oversized jumper that hung off his frame, shorts that barely reached his knees, and no shoes. His wide, curious eyes flickered between them, his long, messy shoulder-length hair falling over his face. But it wasn’t his unusual behaviour that caught the League’s attention—it was the long, fox-like ears perched atop his head and the thick, bushy tail swaying behind him.

Bruce barely had time to react before Razor moved again. He bolted straight towards Hal Jordan.

“Don’t—!” Bruce started, but he froze in shock as Razor stopped just in front of Hal. Instead of swiping at him or bolting like usual, the boy leaned into Hal’s hand when the Green Lantern cautiously reached out.

Then, to everyone's shock, a soft purring sound filled the room.

Razor pressed against Hal’s warmth, his tail flicking contentedly. Hal, unsure but rolling with it, experimentally scratched behind one of those fox-like ears. Razor made a pleased sound and, without protest, let Hal scoop him up as if he were a cat.

The Batfamily gawked in disbelief.

“What the—” Jason spluttered. “He never lets us pick him up!”

Dick folded his arms, looking equal parts betrayed and amused. “You’re telling me we’ve spent months trying to get this little menace to trust us, and Hal Jordan just waltzes in here and gets VIP treatment?”

Diana chuckled, tilting her head as she observed Razor. “He is quite precious.”

Razor just kept purring, curling comfortably against Hal’s chest as if he belonged there.

Superman turned to Bruce, eyebrow raised. “Bruce,” he said calmly, “you owe us an explanation.”

(Part 2??)

[mimimultiverse]

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[mimimultiverse]

Sanctuary in Shadows

(Jason Todd x reader)

When a coordinated attack compromises the security of Wayne Manor, the Batfamily is forced to evacuate immediately. With limited time to find a secure location, Jason Todd insists he knows the perfect safe house. Trusting his judgment, the family reluctantly agrees, despite their reservations about Jason’s unconventional methods.

However, when they arrive, the "safe house" turns out to be the cozy suburban home of Jason's British girlfriend,(Y/N), and her quite younger brother, Henry.

Contains: romantic jason todd, Platonic damian wayne, annoying brothers (y/n) is British and has a brother, AFAB (female pronouns and adjectives used e.g 'Girlfriend') (Y/N) is a goth queen

Wayne Manor had never fallen before. It was a fortress, a symbol of security, and home. But tonight, it was in flames. The Batfamily stood amidst the chaos, their escape barely successful, cloaked in the biting night air.

Dick rubbed a hand through his hair, his frustration apparent. “We need somewhere secure. Somewhere no one knows about.”

“Wayne Enterprises safehouses are too risky,” Barbara cut in. “Whoever did this will be monitoring.” “I got it,” Jason said abruptly, his tone brooking no argument. The family turned to him, scepticism evident in their eyes. “You?” Damian sneered. “Why should we trust your judgment?” Jason rolled his eyes. “Trust me, brat. I’ve got this. Follow me or don’t. Your call.” With little choice, the Batfamily followed Jason’s lead, weaving through Gotham’s labyrinth of streets until they reached a quiet, suburban neighbourhood. The contrast was stark—neat lawns, fairy lights, and a silence that felt almost alien to them. Jason strode up to a quaint, ivy-covered home, its exterior cosy but dark, and knocked twice on the black-painted door. The door creaked open, revealing a striking figure. (Y/N) stood in the threshold, her height almost matching Jason’s, her long (h/c) braid with red streaks hanging over one shoulder, and her (e/c) eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. She was dressed in a Victorian-inspired black jacket over a dark corset paired with lace-trimmed trousers. She raised an eyebrow, her painted black lips curling into a sly smile. “Jason Todd. You’re a sight for sore eyes.” “Hey, (Y/N)” Jason greeted, his tone softer than the Batfamily had ever heard. “We need a place to lay low. Can we crash here?” (Y/N) tilted her head, considering, then stepped aside. “Of course, love. Come in. Bring your... friends.” As the Batfamily filed in, they were greeted by a younger boy, Henry, who couldn’t have been older than ten. His wide (e/c) eyes mirrored (Y/N)’s, and his curly brown hair was a wild mop atop his head. He didn’t speak, merely watched them with curious intensity. Henry’s eyes lit up when he spotted Damian, who scowled. “What are you looking at?” Damian snapped, but Henry only smiled shyly, tugging on (Y/N)’s sleeve. “Don’t mind him,” (Y/N) said, her voice thick with a British accent as she ruffled Henry’s hair. “He’s just a quiet one.” The house was a strange blend of gothic elegance and modern coziness—velvet drapes, antique furniture, and a roaring fireplace, alongside a fully stocked kitchen and a large sectional sofa. Barbara folded her arms. “Alright, Jason. Spill. Who are they?” Jason leaned casually against the doorframe, smirking. “This is (Y/N). She’s my girlfriend.”

The room went silent.

“What?” Dick finally blurted. “She’s your what?” Tim echoed. “Girlfriend,” Jason repeated, emphasizing the word. “And this little guy is Henry, her brother.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though a faint blush colored her pale cheeks. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Henry had made his way to Damian, holding out a small, intricately folded paper crane. Damian hesitated, then accepted it with a curt nod. “Your brother is tolerable,” he muttered, glancing at (Y/N). “I like him,” Henry whispered for the first time, his voice soft but clear. Jason smirked. “See? Henry’s got good taste.” As the Batfamily settled in, the tension began to ease, though questions lingered in the air. How Jason had found someone so... domestic was a mystery, but for now, they were safe. And for the first time in what felt like years, the Wayne family found themselves in a home filled with warmth, however unconventional it may be.

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This is my helluva boss OC, Celeste. She is the eldest daughter of Stella and Stolas and the older sister of Octavia. Since octavia looks mostly like Stolas, I thought it would be cool if she looked more like Stella. On the left is her as a baby, and on the right is her as a young adult

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This is my hazbin hotel oc, Roulette, She is the daughter of angel dust and husk