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Should’ve built a home is amazing babes

ahh thank you so much!!! <3

pt 2 will be on the way soon!

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Should have built a home | Cato x tribute!reader (pt1?)

I am working on my finnick fic - but it’s a massive slow burn so have this bc i’m going through a phase rn.

also love clove but for my own convenience, she isn’t here - we’ll jus say she didn’t get reaped

requested? yes/no

requests are open!

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(Y/n)’s eyes swept over the other people in the crowd, eyes cold and detached as looked at the faces around her. However, for a brief moment, her gaze softened. Hard features relaxing slightly when she locked eyes with Cato. His familiar face bringing a semblance of comfort to her, and easing the unfamiliar dread she felt in her chest. With the lingering thoughts about how this is the last time either of them could be reaped, and how she longed for Cato to not do something stupid.

But the moment died as soon as it happened, with both of them averting their eyes. In their district, the reaping was a chance at glory and pride, and definitively not the time to show weakness. Most children were born for this moment, wether they loved or loathed it.

(Y/n) and Cato being a part of this majority. With the former not having much keeping her attached to any sentiments to her district and the people within it. She had a decent family, but they weren’t close. A mother too focused on material aspects and a father who was simply distant, and no siblings. Cato however, had more motivation to keep his district pride, with an undeniable thirst for success. This was one of the only parts of Cato that (Y/n) didn’t understand. With him having parents that loved him dearly and an older brother.

(Y/n)’s thoughts however were cut short when the reaping actually began. Her face fell stoic and apathetic as she regarded the Capitol representative on the stage.

“We’ll start with the ladies, shall we?” The crowd made no effort to respond, and the representative didn’t seem to expect one either. Their expensive shoes clicked on the floor as they sauntered to the glass ball. With some young women looking gaunt with fear while most seemed to almost shake with excitement.

“(Y/n) (L/n)” The voice was clear and loud. (Y/n) exhaled through her nose as she calmly walked over to the stage, movements sure and clear. As she faced the crowd before her, she saw envy on some faces, pride on others. But (Y/n) didn’t feel particularly lucky, despite being a part of academy to train for the games, she had no care for it. She didn’t wish for glory, or acclaim. Nor did she really want to kill to survive.

As the boy’s name was about to be chosen, (Y/n) let her eyes meet Cato’s once more. With his eyes holding a stubborn haze. She knew what he was about to do, and a small part of her wanted to believe it was driven by her own name being reaped and not for victory. Capitol cameras caught the moment between the two, lingering on (Y/n) and the hint of something tender deep in her eyes.

The tributes name was hardly able to be announced before Cato declared himself as a volunteer. With cameras split between the two, having documented the moment prior.

Cato basically strut onto the stage, his cockiness was obvious, and (Y/n) held back an eye roll. Recalling a moment when he claimed he wasn’t dramatic. As Cato stepped to his place, the side of him that (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to see as fully himself took over. He looked angry, enraged even. He was making his intentions clear to his district, to the game makers and to all of Panem.

The difference between the two was jarring, (Y/n) seemed indifferent, almost like it wasn’t her going to the games. While Cato’s eyes blazed, eagerness present on his face.

As the two were sent to separate rooms to bid their farewells, (Y/n) finally felt the gravity of everything hit her. She was going into a game with one victor and one of her competitors would be the one person she had ever loved. Forcing the tightness of her throat down and stiffening her upper lip, she awaited her parent’s arrival.

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i've got an idea for a finnick fic, so basically the reader, she's like a capitol darling. Lowkey a little nepo baby but she's cute, shes humble, she knows what truly happens

like they adore her, and her and finnick are around the same age, he wins his games and they meet.

slow burn vibes

then boom! revolution! and like she obviously wants to join bc obviously, but like a part of her is like conflicted. (she joins them dw)

and like it's inspired by that audio clip that's like

"If i betray you, i betray myself. But if i betray him, i betray my country,,, my country is very dear to me"

"dearer then i?"

"no not dearer then you,,"

It might take a while bc i'm like rewatching and reading like all of it, but like pls lmk if there is an interest for it!

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Me and my husband | Bruce Wayne

I am once again here to give you something completely unrelated to the fics I need to finish. And it totally hasn't be done because I am obsessed with Batinson

Anyways lol, I don't really know what this is. It reads like the reader is Bruce Wayne's wife venting to be honest.

Warning(s): descriptions of war (it's a metaphor but I wanted to be sure, haha rhyme, anyways it not a description of violence but general war) also swearing near the end

Requested? yes/no

Requests are open!

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summary: Being Bruce Wayne's wife wasn't always easy.

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I couldn't necessarily remember when Bruce Wayne first became a part of my life. We were all the other had in a sense, both surrounded by people who cared but not people who understood.

Until we found each other, and stayed together. 

Despite how much it felt like we wouldn't at times. 

Bruce never provided the conventional love. He didn't feel like the first day of summer, he didn't make me feel like I was on cloud 9 and he most certainly didn't give me that fluffy feeling as my chest cavity remained hollow and heaving. He wasn't the type of man who would hold you through the night as his side of the bed remained unoccupied. He didn't do romantic gestures or the moments every girl dreams of in her youth. 

But he was the first breath of air on a crisp winter morning, he was the interlocking of freezing hands. He was the feeling of the familiar in a crowded room. He was the sensation of kissing in a downtown bar, whiskey lingering on your lips. He was the feeling of held stares and silent conversations. He was the deep understanding you can only ever have with that one person. 

We were far from conventional in almost every sense of the word, but it made sense to us. Neither of us could fathom it any other way, let alone long for something different. 

So while people liked to talk of how about how it seemed our marriage was built on an initial self-interest fuelled union that ended up right in the end, I can confidently say that it was built solely on the fact that we both knew that in this lifetime we would be sticking together. 

A particular group that liked to call our marriage into question were the high society of Gotham. Even if the mere idea felt ironic, the squalid and suffering remained the shadows while the cluster of inherited wealth and lucky ones place themselves above it all. Building looming skyscrapers, and demolishing anything that dared stand in the way. Even if it meant tearing down each other.

And while I want to be able to say I never partook in similar activities or behaviours, I would be lying. As Bruce Wayne's wife and the heiress to one of the oldest families in Gotham, I was branded with it the moment I left the womb and then celebrated it when the Wayne's and the (L/n)'s conjoined. Effectively fitting myself neatly into the idealistic and aspirational front of glamourous parties filled with famous friends and dazzling smiles. 

Yet as I stand in a room filled with people labelled the same as me, I remain alone, in the corner. Taking up the space and wasting the oxygen, another opinion that will fall upon deaf ears and solemn looks that only the blind will see. Not quite important enough to be listened to but held to a high enough regard to have my family name lingering on the tips of tongues that would drop it in a moment's notice if the occasion called for it. 

That all stopped when he walked in. Brows furrowed, piercing eyes cutting through the crowds, and as he strode over it seemed as a trance washed over people as suddenly I went from another nepotism baby who clung to the nearest man to the sophisticated and intelligent Mrs. Wayne. 

And people told me multiple times that I am the "lucky one", the woman who managed to tie down the playboy that Bruce had made of himself. And a small and ashamed part of me did agree, while being with Bruce always seemed to the crystal clear ending for me, it seemed like he didn't always feel the same.

We by no means split at any point but our relationship wasn't always what it was today, and not being with him could sometimes feel like fighting on the frontline of a loosing war, desperately fighting and pushing and aching for it to end. But never truly reaching that point, the only semblance being the cold isolation that was the stalemate. Not willing to loose yet, but also just not having the energy or means to carry on. 

But of course, I digress. As while the journalists and socialites clamoured to tell me I was lucky one, a wave of confusion would come close to drowning me because I never felt the way they described. I didn't feel beautiful, or gorgeous, or even pretty. I just felt used. 

They never cared for how I or even Bruce felt, they only truly cared about how our story could benefit them, quick to turn us from a fairy tale to a near horror story. Whether it was previous lover of Bruce's twisting a story or the ones we held closest at the time splashing our secrets to reach the front page of the papers. It seemed like we couldn't truly escape it. 

Well Bruce may have been able to, but I couldn't. 

Where he could flash a smile, ask for the press to not make up rumours, make a passive comment about privacy and say that he loved me dearly. I had to smile politely but not seem too happy about it all, debunk rumours with the truth but not sound calculated, beg for privacy while not seeming to desperate or else I must be hiding something and declare my deepest love and affections for Bruce while not seeming clingy and overbearing. 

It felt like they wanted my downfall, waiting for the opportunity to finally rip me and Bruce apart. Desperate to try and peel away at the foundations of our relationship, hands itching to tug at the threads that bound us together. Forgetting that I'm not just fucking an heir but also a fucking heiress.

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The rom-com type of love | James Potter

The title really doesn't fit but I couldn't think of anything :/

Also, no hate to Lilly, I love her as a character. It's just interesting to think about the idea of James moving on.

Requested? yes/no

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Summary: When James finds love with someone else, Lilly begins to realise she lost someone who wasn't even hers to begin with.

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No one could really pin point when James moved on from Lilly. But the general consensus was that it happened somewhere near the start of fifth year.

In reality, it had truly happened before everyone even got to Hogwarts that year, it happened on the train ride there. James was trying his luck with Lilly once again, knocking on her train compartment with the rest of the marauders not far behind, either face palming or trying to hype him up.

James had his usual charming smile on his face as he spoke to the chronically unimpressed red-head, "My Lilly flower! Going back for another year at Hogwarts, yeah?" He remarked in his normal, happy tone. But it seemed as Lilly wasn't willing to give James the time of day or humour his antics, "Can't you leave me alone for one day? One day, that's all I'm asking for!" Her tone was harsher then it typically was an lacked her usual underlying teasing quality.

James body froze at this, his muscles tensing as the small compartment became claustrophobic. "I- uh, yeah sure, we- no, I- will you leave you be." James' voice was mumbled and rushed as he quickly stood and left, slightly stumbling as he went.

As James left to the hall of the train carriage, James awkwardly cleared his throat and wet his lips with his tongue. "Let's go somewhere else, a different compartment, Lily has requested some...alone time."

Remus sympathetically patted his friend on the shoulder before mummering something under his breath none of then could quite hear, before rapping his knuckles on the door of another compartment down the hall to Lilly's. A faint but melodic voice called a small, "come in!" Remus entered the compartment, motioning the boys to wait a minuet as he spoke to the mystery person inside. Muffled words could be heard from inside the compartment but none of them were fully decipherable.

Remus then poked his head outside the compartment and nodded the rest of them inside. "Thanks again (Y/n), you really don't have to." "Nah it's fine, really. Don't worry about it." James got his first look at (Y/n) when he sat down. His hazel eyes meeting her (e/c) eyes. She was pretty, he could admit that much. She had a bright smile and happy expression, her (e/c) seemed to shine under the warm lighting of the compartment and her (s/c) skin seemed to glow with life.

As he gazed longer at her, all her features seemed to be more and more beautiful. Looking at her, he couldn't help but wonder where she had been all of his time at Hogwarts. He was snapped at his reverie by the resounding laugh that echoed through the small room as his hazel eyes met her own eyes for what would be the first of many times.

The rest of the journey was pleasant as James slowly broke out of his gloomy attitude through the easy conversations that generated from (Y/n). They carried on well into the evening before the group went their separate ways, with the marauders going their dorm and (Y/n) making her way to the dorm she shared with a few other girls that the boys didn't know.

Days passed, and soon days turned into weeks. The (h/c) girl spent more and more time with them as the term progressed, all while a certain Lilly-flower was slipping further from the forefront of James' mind. The autumn nights James used to spend pining after a girl that wouldn't give her time of day, were now filled with laughter and the warmth of (Y/n)'s smile.

She was now the person he noticed first when he walked into a room, and was the person he saved all of his dirtiest jokes for.

And people would be lying if they said the sudden change wasn't a pleasant surprise and a breath of fresh air. The pair made an attractive couple and they had smiles that could light up all of Hogwarts, it almost became strange to think they hadn't found each other sooner. But what no one even thought to consider is the reason they hadn't found each other sooner, Lilly Evans.

The radiant, intelligent and beautiful young lady who went from the brightest star in the sky to just another aeroplane that was mistaken for a star.

Emerald eyes observed the pair from afar, watching the love that could have been hers. Listening to the laughing that she could've been a part of. Almost being able to feel the tracing of fingertips that could have been on her cheekbone.

While a part of her was angry at James for moving on as if she had never existed in the first place, the larger part of felt melancholic as she was forced to watch out scenes from a rom-com she could have had the starring role in. Baring witness to what may be her one chance at true pure love being thrown away and squandered.

As time dragged on for Lilly, she couldn't help but begin to resent the couple, it wasn't necessarily him or her as individuals, but rather what they were symbolic for in Lilly's mind. And it didn't take long for her to stop reciprocating any smiles James or any Marauder directed towards her, and throwing herself head first further into her studies. Pushing herself away from her friends, and deeper into the mess she had made of herself.

While Lilly's sudden change didn't go unnoticed by James, he couldn't help feeling like it wasn't his place to say or do anything. It wasn't his place to, she asked for just one day so he backed off, giving her more then what she had asked for. And if anything he felt like he owed it to her to leave her alone, if she hadn't of made him leave he wouldn't have met his dearest (Y/n).

(Y/n). His (Y/n). The light of his life, and love of his life. The girl that let him in when he stumbled into her life. The girl who cheered the loudest during quidditch games, and stayed after for him outside the changing rooms. The girl who practically begged Remus to keep the Christmas Lights in the common room up until January despite it not even being December yet. His (Y/n).

It was another morning in the common room, James was up early from quidditch practice while (Y/n) slumped against him, already regretting waking up early to watch him. "I told you that you would be tired." James' voice was teasing as looked down at her, sliding his arm from under head to wrap around her, as her head slid to his chest. "Yeah well you also told me Remus wouldn't let me keep the lights so what do you know anyways." (Y/n) mumbled, gently pushing herself against him further, as if she was trying to merge with him. James' chest slightly rumbled with laughter, eyes gazing at the multicoloured lights in front of him, "Hmm, I suppose you're right, what do I know anyway?"

The pair remained that way for a while, not asleep but recharging, not talking but conversing. It wasn't long before more people began to drift down the stairs to the common room and then gradually to the great hall. (Y/n) noticed this, and peeled herself away from the boy, ignoring his mock offended look. Lightly swatting his chest she stretched. "Don't give me that look, I need to go to my dorm and get a few things, I'll see you in the great hall?" James dramatically rolled his eyes, dragging out an exaggerated groan. "I supposeee, I guesssss. I mean if I HAVE to." (Y/n) snorted lightly, shaking her head as she skipped up the stairs.

James watched her leave, a small smile adorning his lips as he peeled away from the couch to go wake up at least Peter and Sirius if Remus hadn't tried to yet.

(Y/n) walked into the great hall, light in her steps as her eyes danced around before settling on the sight of her pretty boy beaming at her from their usual seats. She weaved her way through people, before not noticing someone right in front her as they unceremoniously fell to the floor.

Shouts of her name and the girl in front of her marred together as she stumbled up to help the girl. Her own (s/c) hand reaching down to grasp the pale one below her, as she pulled the girl up, apologies tumbled out her hastily. Until her (e/c) met the emerald eyes now in front of her. (Y/n) tried to keep her surprise hidden as recognition swirled her mind, Lilly.

She would be stupid to not know who Lilly was, the infamous redhead that her now boyfriend was hopelessly chasing for years, with eyes of precious gems and hair like fires that burned, she was comparable to an angel. While (Y/n) thought she should begin to feel something bubble up inside her under the semblance of jealousy, or hate, she couldn't. Lilly was just a nice girl that her quixotic boyfriend was once enchanted by, she never did wrong.

And she couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across her face as she spoke, "Lilly, right? I've heard so much about you! So sorry about bumping into you like this, but have a nice day." And as (Y/n) spoke words laced with sweet honey, Lilly's heart cracked.

Not because she had done anything wrong, not because she bumped into her, but because with those words she automatically debunked any feelings of bitterness Lilly could harbour towards her, and fully sealed and the closed the chapter of Lilly's life that James was a part of.

And while she knew it was for the best, she couldn't help the sadness that pooled in her heart that she had fully missed her chance with James, (Y/n) was perfect and not just for him but in general. She didn't even have any ill will towards Lilly the girl that James loved before her.

So, as Lilly brushed over (Y/n)'s apology with a smile before walking back to her friends, all the sounds around her muffled as her mind wandered around it's new found hurt and simultaneous closure. While, (Y/n) slipped into her seat next to James, his hand wrapping around her waist as Sirius ruffled her hair with some joke about her being clumsy slipping past her lips.

And while bittersweet the outcome seemed inevitable, as though a flower needs her sun, the moon completes him.

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Just wanted to wish all my followers a merry christmas, if they celebrate. And happy holidays if they don’t. Either way I hope you had an amazing day! :D

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Watch my heart burn | Jason Todd (Part 1)

Do I need to release the next part of my Dick Grayson fic? yes. Do I not care bc: random inspo >> everything else? also yes

Also, I really don’t have much knowledge when it comes to the ages of characters when certain events happen so I’ll specify rn what they are at least in this fic so

- Dick age: 27

- Jason age: 21

- Tim age: 15-16

- Damien age: 10

Warnings!:, descriptions of fire/burning/burn scars, violence

requested: yes/no

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Summary: heartbroken and with a list of people to blame, (Y/n) (L/n) has lost control of the fire that ignited within them

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It started with a spark, small and spontaneous. The kind that ignited through the sudden electric of young love’s touch and smiles meant for only one person’s eyes.

Stood atop an old apartment building, shoulder to shoulder with hands brushing momentarily. And while the shyness wasn’t like Jason, (Y/n) couldn’t fight the warmth that settled in their ribcage because of his hesitance. They made a small move and interlocked their pinkies, eyes glued to the floor while awaiting his reaction.

They could feel his more calloused hand twitch before relaxing into the hold. Eyes meeting as they both gazed around the other’s face.

(Y/n) meticulously inspected all of Jason’s face, committing every little detail to stay immortalised in their head.

Before smiling widely and scrunching their nose slightly, mentally counting up the amount of money they would pay to live in the moment forever.

All the noises of the city around them faded, the sirens and shouts, the dragging of tyres against the old tarmac and the way that everyone felt the need to yell at a stranger.

Their vigilante costumes long discarded in a bag nearby.

None of it mattered in that moment, none of it all.

Feeling more bold as each moment passed, (Y/n) looked up at Jason, his eyes meeting theirs. Before (Y/n) closed the gap between them, shyly kissing the boy opposite them, and feeling an overwhelming sense of joy when Jason kissed back. His hands finding their hips as their hands rested on his chest.

Consolidating the evening as perfect.

Then, that small spark sprung to a small flame. While bright and warm, it still held a fragility and daintiness.

The longing looks and faint touches became a growing closeness and grounding hand to stop the chaos.

Warm lights bathed the people in an angelic glow, crystalline chandeliers created an opulent reflection of the stars above and surround artificial lights. Murmuring and polite conversations filled the hall of the charity gala, with the now infamous pair hanging around a quieter part of the soirée.

“It doesn’t look good to be so antisocial you know.” (Y/n) commented, slightly leaning towards Jason but making no effort to move towards the crowd.

Jason hummed, his head tilting ever so slightly, “well I wasn’t exactly known to be the most outgoing Wayne son anyway. It would probably be a bigger cause for concern if we did go talk to people” (Y/n) lightly laughed, their head meeting his in the middle of the small distance between them.

While neither of them found comfort in a crowded room, they did in that moment.

Even if it only lasted a few minuets.

They heard the glass shatter while green smoke poured from the sky and onto the floor, prohibiting anyone from seeing. The screams then soon followed. All varying in pitches but ultimately harmonizing into a horrific song of chaos.

Dread washed over (Y/n), hand desperately grasping Jason's, their hold tight as their hand tremored rapidly. While the smoke wasn't as dense as it was in the centre of the room it still stopped from the pair from being able to see the other clearly.

The pair took controlled steps backwards until their backs pressed firmly against the wall, before inching towards the doors and hopefully to at least another one of the Wayne's.

Jason reached the door, grasping the handle before throwing it open, and pulling (Y/n) after himself and silently closing the door. Upon (finally) seeing (Y/n)'s clear confusion, he explained. "We both know that if people escaped the clown would escalate it."

(Y/n) hummed in agreement, scanning the hall for any sign of mask wearing vigilantes with no luck. "Do you think that they're still in there?" They asked, glancing back to the closer door. "Possibly, but they could have already left."

Their eyes met, a silent discussion before running down the hall, and out to the foyer, grandiose and empty. The pair looked in separate directions for their costumes, gently squeezing the other's hand, a silent way of asking them to be safe.

(Y/n) slipped away into a small room that was a small way away from the main foyer. The familiar, battered duffle greeted them as they hastily removed the outfit they had been wearing for the event, somewhat grateful to get out of the uncomfortable outfit. Even if their costume wasn't much better in the grand scheme of things.

The material of their outfit clung to their skin, the built in armouring providing little comfort and the exposed skin on their neck and hands starkly contrasted the sleek appurtenance of the material.

The exposed skin was littered with old scarring, with permanent redness and blisters that will never fully heal. (Y/n) looked down at their hands, gaze almost as scolding as the fire that created the marks to begin with was.

Squaring their shoulders and shaking their head, they slipped the domino mask over their eyes. Cracking their knuckles before running out of the small room, sprinting through the foyer and dashing down the hall.

They stood in front of the still closed doors, only hesitating for a moment before rushing into the room, half expecting to find another masked person only to be met with the familiar pale face and toxic hair of the man they had become far too acquainted with.

"Ah the firebug is here to join the party, what a lovely surprise! I was thinking I'd need a candle for the cake." The joker cackled, waltzing around the room full of terrified share-holders, celebrities and various other people of importance.

(Y/n) rolled their eyes, feeling the familiar tingling of their hands beginning to heat up. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you not in the mood to talk to because bird brains isn't here, where is he by the way? Thought you two were always together. Trouble in paradise? Things getting...heated?" The joker taunted, striding with measured steps.

(Y/n) sighed deeply through their nose, wondering how Batman put up with this, for years and years. Familiar sparks, popping and fizzing in their hands.

The joker opened his mouth once more, prepared to retort with something else, unimpressed with the icy reception the fire-based hero was giving him. Only to be stopped in his tracks by the feeling of a thousand of tiny firecrackers igniting under where he stood.

"Do you know how to ever shut up? Or did they not teach that in community clown college." (Y/n) sneered, as their annoyance surrounding the whole affair built up and toppled over once they were met with the familiar pain that tingled along their fingertips and palm.

The joker's henchmen launched into attack while a familiar "bird brain" rushed in, immediately launching into the fight alongside his partner.

"What took you so long? I had to deal with Krusty over there thinking he was a relationship therapist." (Y/n) asked, their scolding hands making contact with a nearby henchman's face.

"Would believe me, if I said I got lost?" Jason replied, spinning around and kicking another to the ground. (Y/n) sweat dropped at his reply, raised by the world's greatest detective but got lost. Jason took their silence as a "no" and tried to defend himself. "It's easier to do then it sounds." "uh huh" "It issss!"

The pair was cut off by the sudden appearance of Batman. Both of them mentally screaming at how long he took but gratuitous that it marked that this shouldn't last much longer.

They made quick work of the remainder of the henchman, leaving a string of unconscious men around them. As Batman pummelled The Joker, (Y/n) and Jason began to move small groups out the room, not wanting to cause a stampede.

As the night drew to a close, when all interviews were done, and burn ointment was applied, (Y/n) and Jason found their way back to that old apartment building, gazing down at the city full of crime and danger, but ultimately feeling safe in the other's presence.

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S1:E1 - Titans | Dick Grayson

I wanted to try something, if you like it. Please let me know so I'll know if I should carry this on or not. :) Also I included two (2) Taylor Swift references so gold star for you if you notice them

(Reader and Dick are in an established relationship btw)

Warnings!: spoilers for titans (kinda obvi), mentions of guns, mentions of kidnapping and death

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(Y/n) could remember the day she fell in love with Dick Grayson, but she could also remember the day he stopped loving back.

She could remember the day that his smiles became a portal to a world of light, but she could also remember the day his smiles were no longer made for her eyes.

She could remember how his hand, no matter how calloused and rough, became the same one that held her so gently, but she could also remember the day that the touch became like a knife laying a thousand cuts.

She could remember hazy but long nights spent nursing wounds that weren’t always her own, and the night the wound was too fatal to patch.

She could also remember the night everyone left, leaving only the two of them, to talk over years of buried feelings and how that was the night Dick Grayson fell back in love with (Y/n), who never stopped loving him.

She remembered it all too well.

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Rachel drew her hand away from the woman in front of her, eyebrows furrowing at the brief but abundant memories that flashed by at a million miles a minuet. (Y/n)’s eyes scanned the girl’s face as it happened but chose to not drift away from really mattered.

“You two need to help me.” Rachel’s voice was louder than before but still sounded vulnerable.

“And you vandalized a police car to get that help?” Dick’s voice remained stern. “You’re not understanding.” Rachel responded.

“What are we not understanding—” (Y/n) went to ask but was cut off by Rachel’s voice, “Someone killed my mom.”

The atmosphere shifted, and the air became colder. (Y/n) glanced beside her to Dick who met her eye. “Ok, name and address.” Dick told Rachel as he placed a notepad and pen in front of her.

(Y/n) felt her hand drift over to Dick’s, her pinkie reaching to stroke his knuckle, she could probably guess what memories this was causing to resurface. His eyes once again met hers and she tried a weak smile to ease something if anything in his mind. It seemed to work, slightly.

“She was all I had. The only person in the world who cared for me, I’m alone now.” (Y/n)’s hand drifted from Dick’s as Rachel reached to pass Dick his pen back and seemed to see the memories rush back as Rachel’s hand grasped his. She noticed the familiar sensation that painted over Dick’s face that she had been encapsulated with only moments prior.

Dick snapped out of it, pulling his hand away from hers, with his head snapping up to meet Rachel’s dazed face. He rose and moved to leave, with (Y/n) raising seconds later.

“Listen, we’re gonna check this out, okay?” Dick said, turning to leave with (Y/n) beside him. “Don’t leave me here.” Rachel sounded panicked as she saw them inch away. They turned towards her, “Rachel, you vandalized a police car. You’re not going anywhere until—" “You don’t understand. You need to lock me up, please.” (Y/n)’s eyebrows furrowed, and she glanced to the floor before looking back to Rachel, as Dick’s gazed remained fixed on the girl before them as his face fell to a pensive expression. “There is something inside me. Something evil.” Rachel continued, her face contorting to be more stressed and upset as the pair looked towards her.

“Neither of us can give you the help you need, but we will find someone who can.” Dick glanced towards (Y/n) quickly before settling on Rachel again, his face more concerned than before. (Y/n) face mirrored this expression, but she flashed Rachel a quick smile, an almost silent promise and conformation of Dick’s words.

The pair went to leave, and as Dick went to shut the door behind (Y/n), Rachel called out again, “Don’t leave me here, please.” “Look, we’re sorry, we really are.” Dick responded before closing the door, leaving Rachel alone in the interrogation room.

“I’m guessing you already have a plan?” (Y/n) questioned her tone only slightly bemused as she and Dick walked to their desks that faced each other. “Yeah, how did you know?” “Because, you always have a plan.” “And to say I don’t?” “Well then I would think hell froze over.” (Y/n) lightly chuckled as she sat down and faced her chair center of the large, cluttered desk.

Her hand moved to subconsciously draw faint swirls on a random piece of paper as she listened to Dick’s phone call, “Hey, so, she says her mom was killed. If you could send someone down there, that’d be great.” She couldn’t quite hear what Jones said but she watched Dick thank him before she saw his eyes drift to his monitor with the news displaying their actions from the night prior, before agreeing and hanging up.

(Y/n) moved to stand behind his chair, resting her hand on the top, as they both intently watched the screen. Dick’s head turned slightly, and their eyes met for a moment. A silent conversation between them.

(Y/n) stood slightly behind Dick as they walked outside the police station, both taking a moment to breathe and pause before Dick’s partner, Amy, approached.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Dick initially brushed her off, “We’re kind of in the middle of something.” With Dick gesturing for them both to head back inside, however Amy once again stopped them, “So what? You and your sidekick go bad?” (Y/n) initially felt confusion at the question but upon seeing Dick’s face she eased slightly and took a step backward, an indication that they need to talk.

“I’m sorry?” Dick tried to brush her off once more. “At Gotham PD. I mean I’m no mind reader. It just seems kinda obvious.” (Y/n) held back a laugh at Amy’s comment and her persistence, but she was right, Dick couldn’t really hide it well, despite what he thought.

Dick saw this and eventually gave in, “I guess we had different ideas of how to do the job.” He stepped slightly closer, but kept his hands embedded into his pockets, “How’s that? He on the take? I heard how Gotham is.” Dick shook his head slightly, “No, not him. He was a hero to a lot of people, including me. A stop-at-nothing guy, who solved everything with his fists. I admired him at first, what he did…or was trying to do.”

(Y/n) overheard how he recalled it all, she noticed how he left out details he had told her, how he altered it to fit the vagueness needed to not really give anything away. “But eventually I had to walk away.” Dick carried on. “Why?” Amy asked in response, seemingly wanting to know more than Dick was willing to tell her. Dick paused his eyes finding the worn pavement below them and briefly meeting (Y/n) who stood behind them, before answering,

“Because I was becoming too much like him.” Amy’s head tilted down and fell to her left, her eyes also lingering on the floor before asking, “So, you’re not really, huh?” Dick’s face flashed a moment of confusion, “What?” and as Amy responded, “An asshole.” (Y/n) really couldn’t contain the light laughter that escaped her as Dick heard, chuckled and replied, “Don’t tell, it’ll kill our rep.” (Y/n) stepped forward at this. “Excuse me? Our rep? Don’t pull me into this.” She responded but her tone was light as Amy told them, “Don’t worry anyway, your secret’s safe with me.”

As she walked away from the pair, Dick looked the ground with a faint smile, turning to look to his left with (Y/n) turning with him. Her hand finding its way into his pocket. Dick looked towards his now shared pocket. “Really?” “What...It’s cold.” She jokingly defended herself, dragging the ‘A’ out slightly, “You’re always cold.” “Am not, we just happen to live in Detroit.” They both laughed slightly but neither tried to remove (Y/n)’s hand, with Dick’s larger hand encapsulating her smaller one.

The couple took a few more moments enjoying the peace and rare quieter moment with each other, before moving back inside as Dick’s cell began to ring. Due to their closer proximity, (Y/n) could hear what was being said, “This is officer Jones, Traverse City PD.” Dick hummed to indicate he remembered the name, “Girl you called in about, Rachel Roth? We found her mother. Gunshot to the head. Looks like a homicide. I’ll have our CSI send you the details as we get them.” (Y/n) listened to information given to them before Dick thanked him before hanging up, their faces wearing the same expression, their eyes meeting in uneasiness.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, as Dick pocketed his phone before they both moved up the stairs to go back to the interrogation room and tell Rachel the information they had gathered.

But once they reached the room, they looked and Rachel was gone, with her bag also missing there was no sign she was even in the room to begin with. (Y/n) felt dread wash over her and panic seep into her bones, as Dick checked behind them to see if they had simply missed her, but with still no sight of her the two them left in search for her.

“She should be here; I don’t know why she isn’t.” Dick’s voice veered to frustration as they descended the stairs, “Unless, someone is trying to transfer her.” (Y/n) responded after thinking for a moment. The pair paused before walking quicker and towards where the police cars were.

As they made it out, a car drove past with Rachel in the back, unconscious. The pair jogged behind it, getting the number as (Y/n) radioed, “Detective (L/n). Can I get a 10-20 on the car number 310?” The pair ran back inside.

(Y/n) and Dick bided their time until they were given a location, (Y/n)’s leg bobbed up and down as Dick paced slightly. However, it wasn’t long before they were given the place they needed to be. This took them to a run down but obviously not abandoned house.

Dick climbed through first, landing softly before launching into attack at the sight of the “police officer”. He landed a few hits and dodged a few, as (Y/n) entered hitting the back of the man’s head before ducking and joining Dick’s side as the fighting continued until the man landed at least unconscious onto the bed against the wall.

The pair continued through the house, close to each other with their pistols raised in anticipation of another person looking to fight either of them. Once they had scoped another room, only to find another run down and dingy room, with no captor and no Rachel.

Dick glanced to (Y/n), with her furrowed eyebrows, tense shoulders and stiff back, with her eyes trained on every small detail in the surrounding area, it didn’t take a detective to figure out what she was feeling.

Cautiously but loudly, Dick tried what felt to be a desperate move in the moment, “Rachel?” (Y/n) already tense shoulders seemed to raise slightly, questioningly, until they both heard a shout call out to them.

“Help! Help!” She sounded to be above the pair, almost exactly, that was until the clear shouts descended to become muffled screaming.

The pair immediately began to make their way to the source of the sound, searching for a way to get to the floor above, quickly finding a broken in areas and creaking set of stairs. The pair, maneuvered carefully as they made their way up.

After the previous sounds of Rachel’s screaming died down (Y/n) called out for her again, upon realizing that Dick wasn’t alone, Rachel’s captor moved to hide behind the door, knife raised ready to attack the first one that tried to enter the room.

Carefully, Dick and (Y/n) began to move towards where they heard Rachel’s muffled screams, guns once again raised and ready to once again in case of anything were to happen to either of them.

However, once they had Rachel in their line of the sight, the door was roughly launched closed, sending both tumbling backwards onto the floor and half-sprawled across each other, light groans escaping at the sudden movement and crash. They wearily glance to each other, a gesture and way of silently checking on each other to ensure the other’s wellbeing before quickly raising back up to attempt to open the door.

Upon feeling a weight prohibiting the door from opening, they begin to try and call out to her, voices overlapping and marring together as they hear whatever is stopping the door from opening, bang against and repeatedly hit against the door.

They then begin to hear a deep scream, presumably a man, the man who is responsible for Rachel’s capturing.

Then, the screaming stopped, and the weight on the door eased slightly, and while it seemed obvious that they would immediately open the door and rush in, a small part of them hesitated.

What if they opened the door and it wasn’t what they anticipated? What if they hadn’t got to Rachel in time?

The hypothetical scenarios began to swirl, and grow, overlapping and becoming distinct while still beginning to become one.

They break out of their minds as the face of a man, presumably the one they heard screaming, pressed against the door, displaying a blood red mark against the door and leaving a stain after the man disappeared.

Dick entered the room first, gun raised and cautious, weary that the man all and all could easily still be alive and able to hit them, unaware of what had happened in the room moments prior while him and (Y/n) were futilely shouting and attempting to open the door.

(Y/n) then entered, holding her gun tightly to her palm but it wasn’t raised as she immediately looked for Rachel, finding her tied to a molding chair in the center of the room. (Y/n) pocketed her gun, lightly jogging over to the young girl. She quickly removed the ties binding her to the chair, before gently cupping Rachel’s face into her palms, gently wiping away the tears.

Once sure that the man wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Dick also rushed over to them, (Y/n) slightly moved, removing her hands from the girl’s face and resting her hand on her knee instead. Unsure if it’s to calm Rachel or to assure herself that Rachel was safe, and they had made it in time.

“What happened?” Dick asked, his eyes swirling with questions, some that will most definitely remain unanswered. Rachel’s eyes, now once again filled with tears, poured out as she responded, “I don’t know.”

She then bounded into the couple’s arms, looping her arms around them, sobbing into Dick’s shoulder, as (Y/n) rubbed her hand up and down Rachel’s back. As Dick quickly recovered from his shock, he hugged them just as tightly. Rachel’s shoulders shook uncontrollably as she borderline begged.

“Please help me.”

Dick and (Y/n) looked to each other, and ultimately knew what they had to do, despite what may be their better judgement.

Once Rachel’s sobs had subdued to slight hiccups and sniffles, (Y/n) spoke up, “Come on, let’s get out of here, it stinks.” While the last bit was spoken with a slight hint of humor, the statement held more weight to it.

The now, trio left the building, all choosing to not look back on at it and moving on forward, even if that forward didn’t seem clear at that moment in time.

Dick and (Y/n) glanced to each other every so often, seeming wanting to speak but feeling unable to as they remained in mostly silence for much of the journey. Leaving time for them to process and think over what had happened that evening, and the no doubt long term consequences it will have on all of them.

Once they entered the garage, Rachel couldn’t help the question that slipped out at the sight of the older, but expensive silver car in front of her, “This is yours?” (Y/n) let out a smile as she and Dick stood at the front and trunk of the car, “It’s a family heirloom of Dick’s.” She explained, placing the baggage down as she looks to Rachel’s confused expression, “From the circus?”

(Y/n) and Dick shared a knowing glance towards each other before Dick responded, “Not the family you’re thinking of.” With neither of them choosing to elaborate further despite Rachel’s increased evident confusion.

“Come on, lets go.” (Y/n)’s voice is slightly more happy sounding then Rachel had heard it all evening, definitely not cheerful but more void of stress then it had been prior.

Rachel slipped into one of the backseats, as (Y/n) eases into the passenger and Dick takes the drivers.

The ride was silent, with (Y/n) blankly watching the world rush past and away through the window beside her and Dick’s eyes are trained on the road ahead, and Rachel seems deep within the thoughts of her own mind.

After a few moments, Rachel breaks the barrier of quiet, “Where are we going?” (Y/n) remains silent, but acknowledges she heard her as she moved her eyes from the window to look at Dick who, took a moment before his eyes meet Rachel’s in the rear-view mirror before giving the brief answer, “Somewhere safe.” However, his voice and tense facial expression didn’t do much to consolidate this as his eyes quickly switched back the road and his posture remained stiff. (Y/n) also remained in a similar manner, giving little away to Rachel.

“My mom says there’s no such thing as monsters.” Rachel began, catching the pairs full attention as she turned to look out of her window before stating, “I think she was wrong.” This causes (Y/n)’s facial expression to soften, sympathy leaking through and almost melting her façade.

(Y/n) looked into the mirror, making eye contact with the girl in the back, her gentle eyes along with the soft shake of her head, betraying the attitude of her silent demeanour and tense body language.

And, while she wanted to just tell Rachel everything, she couldn’t.

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Saving you | Dick Grayson

Just wanted to mention quickly that I've only recently got back into DC and this is my first fic for any of the characters, so if Dick isn't right that will be why.

Warning! - mention/descriptions of blood, Dick punches someone, that's about it

requested: yes/no

requests are open!

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summary: An unexpected event brings back to lovers who never quite got the chance to be.

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Flickering and glowing, the nostalgic but worn led lights greeted Dick with open arms - willing him to remain and muster up the courage to finally walk back into the small apartment of the person who always had room for him.

The maturing bruises settled into his skin and made their presence known with the familiar ache settling into his limbs, and Dick knew that was his cue to once again leave for another night, having not even dared to inch closer to the person that he needed more then they probably needed him.

He turned on his heel, the scratching sound reverberating off the walls of the alleyway surrounding him. And he couldn’t help but hesitate, willing an excuse to stay to manifest itself and grant a reason for him to not be on his way back to his own home.

But he was always told to be careful about what he wished for.

A crash resounded in the area, loud enough to alert someone but not enough for the jaded citizens to Gotham to do anything about it. And while Dick usually would’ve done the same, he couldn’t when he saw their familiar silhouette bound across the room, seemingly dodging and avoiding something or someone.

Dick’s body reacted before his mind did, and before he knew it, he was back in the apartment he had mentally accepted he would never step foot into again. His eyes rushed around the room, searching for them or whatever caused the initial noise.

And then he saw it, all of it.

Their body, hunched over on the floor, hiding and cowering away from the figure that had turned to face Dick at the sound of his entrance. The once comforting old light, served to annoy as it hid and encapsulated their figure in shadows, obscuring the damage that was done.

Dick eyes travelled up to meet the attacker’s, they were familiar but not enough to spark up a memory or coherent recollection of the person. As Dick scanned the attackers face, he saw, that he was a man, slightly older, and with small injuries around his face. His eyes scanned him, challenging a fight.

And it wasn’t long before Dick’s fist collided with the man’s face, causing him to stumble backward, creating the opportunity to apprehend the man. Ending the short-lived fight, with the only sounds lingering in the room being the attackers laboured breaths.

Dick’s eyes stayed on the man on the floor before darting back to them. They were no longer hunched but still cowering. With their face now visible, Dick saw the blood smearing their face, and the streaks of the now dried tears.

And while Dick had thought over what he would say and do a thousand times if he ever got the chance to see them again, his body seemed to freeze, and his mind numbed, his eyes akin to crystals shined in the yellow light of the apartment, focused on them and unmoving save for the occasional blink.

And they did the same, all pre-planned words failed once their eyes met. Memories rushed to the forefront of their mind, swirling and dancing in around before melting away until they were back in the moment with Dick.

He was there, and he saved them, like he had promised all those years ago.

He looked the same but different to the time they had last seen him, he looked more tired and stressed but he was still the most beautiful person they had ever laid eyes on.

Dick looked past the injuries littering their face, each detail nearly exactly as he had remembered not completely unaltered by the lost time but still as gorgeous as he had remembered.

The piercing sound of sirens echoed, disrupting the moment between the two. They both frantically looked to the source of the noise, the police were called, and Dick needed to leave, immediately.

“I’ll see you at the hospital, I promise” Dick’s voice was rushed as he regained eye contact with them, they nodded, ushering him away before he was heard or even worse seen.

Moments after his swift exit, he heard the police pile in, pulling away the attacker and bombarding (Y/n) with questions.

And it wasn’t long before Dick was back into his civilian clothes and searching around a hospital for room 304. A few wrong turns and curses to hospital layouts, he had found it.

And despite himself, he couldn’t control the smile that stretched across his face upon seeing them, his eyes danced around their face, searching for anything that wasn’t visible in the dim lighting of (Y/n)’s apartment.

“Are you actually going to come talk to me, or do you plan on staring at me all night?” (Y/n)’s voice was light-hearted as they gestured Dick over. Dick laughed lightly, before walking to sit beside (Y/n)’s bed.

Dick lightly grasped their hand, stroking his hand along the scrapes on his knuckles that Dick assumed were caused by their attempt to fend off whoever was in their apartment.

The once relieved atmosphere of the room faded as Dick traced the rough texture of their knuckles and felt the dried blood cling to (Y/n)’s skin.

Regret swirled and pooled in his eyes as he traced the injuries. “I’m sorry.” His voice was on the quieter side as he kept his eyes down. (Y/n) eyebrows furrowed, “For what?” “I was going to go in your apartment before it happened, but I didn’t, and maybe if I had you wouldn’t be here.” Dick kept his eyes down.

(Y/n) slipped one of their hands out from Dick’s hold and placed it on Dick’s jaw before lifting his head to meet their eyes, “You saved me, just like you promised me all those years ago, and just like I hope you always will.” Their thumb traced along his cheekbone, eyes locked, as bright smiles reached across both of their faces.

“Of course, I will.” “Never doubted you for a second.”

“I love you Dickie” “Love you too, birdie. Just took me some time to get back to you.”

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American Pie | Yelena Belova

just a little something i thought of while listening to the song

warnings: typical canon injuries, mentions of blood

requested?: yes/no

requests are open!

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summary: (Y/n) always had a habit of singing after long missions

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(Y/n) had made a habit of singing after arriving after particularly long and dangerous missions. And while upon first meeting her it was irritating to some, all people grew fond of it after the first few times, there was something reassuring about hearing her voice sing whatever song she had in her head at the time.

The songs would vary from genre to genre and from a wide range of decades, no one truly knew what she would be singing when she returned home.

It just so happened that the day Yelena joined the rest of the avengers that (Y/n) would be returning from a month long mission. It seemed to be fate or a wondrous string of coincidences that lead them to each other.

Natasha and Yelena were in the kitchen when the sound of distant singing accompanied with rhythmic footsteps made their way closer. And while Natasha couldn’t help the knowing smile that escaped at the sound, Yelena’s interest was piqued by the familiar tune as a string of questions formed in her brain.

But before they could be asked, they were answered by the melodic voice that grew closer until a wounded woman with a slight limp but wide, bright smile greeted the two assassins.

She had a cut above her eyebrow with dried and fresh blood smeared near the area, a bruise forming on her upper cheek bone and was sufficiently littered with cuts along the skin that could be seen.

But she didn’t seem to mind as she danced over to Natasha, body moving to the beat she created, “Bye bye Miss American Pie, drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry.” She greeted Yelena with another wide smile and slight wave as she walked past singing still, “Them good old boys drinking whiskey and rye.” She paused before leaving, turned to the both of them, gestured to her wounds and finishing the chorus with, “singing this will be the day that I die.”

She took a small bow, seemingly proud, and before leaving pointed to Yelena’s vest, “I love the vest, so many pockets…it’s cool.” She hardly gave Yelena time to respond as she disappeared to probably find Bruce, singing the rest of the song as she left.

“I…” Yelena trailed off. “I know…it’s like she was made for you, I was telling you, she’s like perfect for you.” Natasha sounded oddly pleased with being right.

“I would advise you to go for it, she could make you lighten up.” Natasha joked but Yelena was too caught up in the moment that had just happened to fully take in the teasing comment.

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It has been a few days since (Y/n) had arrived home and seemingly promptly stealing Yelena’s heart from the get go.

But Yelena could never find a opportunity to talk to her, finding her wasn’t the issue as despite (Y/n) not fully singing like after missions she always seemed to be laughing loudly with the other avengers or humming as she went about mundane chores, so finding her wasn’t the issue it was the striking up the conversation was.

It wasn’t until (Y/n) had taken matters into her own hands that something finally happened. Yelena was once again in her head about the 1001 ways she could approach her when (Y/n) finally broke the silence that always seemed to form between them, “Hey, so how does you vest have so many pockets?” she sounded genuinely curious and Yelena couldn’t help the words that involuntarily slipped out as an immediate response, “Я тебя люблю. (i love you)” (Y/n) eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, as she tried to make sense of the unfamiliar language.

Yelena quickly caught herself, an unconscious blush raising at her sudden embarrassment. “Um..sorry, force of habit…It was actually the first thing I bought and I made some of my own modifications. I’d love to show you…sometime” Her accent was thick as she fumbled over an excuse and then an invitation to hang out,, or at least that’s what Yelena hopes it came across as.

(Y/n) eyes brightened, reassuring Yelena that it was ok and she didn’t mind but was just slightly confused, and despite herself, she couldn’t stop the blush that formed when saying she would love to see the modifications Yelena had made.

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quick ending A/n:

Yelena who just wants to impress (Y/n) >>>

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are ur requests open? it says so on ur page but i was just curious since you dont seem to be very active, sorry if this seems rude i really don't mean for it to be

Ahaha it's ok, don't worry about it, it's a good question.

And to answer your question, my requests are open. The reason why I'm not very active on this account is because I don't know what to write. So if anything, requests would be very helpful.

Thank you so much for asking! <3

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Potions Class | Sirius Black

reader has she/her pronouns but there's nothing that explicitly states the reader's gender apart from that. Also this is my first Marauders era fic so please give me feedback and stuff!

Requested: yes/no

requests are open!

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Summary: In which Sirius unintentionally falls for a half-blood he met during potions class.

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(Y/n) will never forget the day she became friends with Sirius Black. It was their fifth year and (Y/n) knew who Sirius and the rest of the Marauders were, they were practically unavoidable but it's only highlighted when you're in Gryffindor. However, just because everyone knew them, this doesn't mean they really knew anyone besides who they chose to. So, when Slughorn practically insisted on assigning partners for a potions project, (Y/n) and Sirius finally became (formally) introduced.

(Y/n) could practically feel the mild level of annoyance in the air around them and Sirius, she wasn't sure if she should be offended or not. It seemed to feel like she was unable to tell if it was being paired up with her or being assigned a partner in general that bothered Sirius. But, (Y/n) wasn't one to pry and just left him to do his thing while she read over the potion instructions. Once she finished, she finally made an attempt to talk to Sirius.

"Hey, can you go get this list of ingredients while I prep the cauldron, the quicker we get this done, the quicker you can go back to ignoring my existence." Her tone came off as more passive-aggressive then intended when they passed Sirius the small list of ingredients she had written out. But it seemed to work as he wordlessly took the list and left (Y/n) alone to relax her shoulders and gently roll them back before preparing the cauldron. And before she knew it, he was back. He seemed less annoyed then before but not happy either, it was a neutral medium of indifference but (Y/n) couldn't really blame him, she wasn't exactly thrilled to find out she had to work with Sirius.

(Y/n) began the process of chopping, crushing and measuring the ingredients for the potion when Sirius spoke up. "So...you come here often?" (Y/n) had an expression of mild amusement as she gave him a look to say really? Sirius lightly shook his head laughing, "Well what do you want me to say? We don't exactly know each other" (Y/n) breathed out a laugh as she replied, "Maybe not "you come here often" when we are literally in a classroom." Her tone was light-hearted as the potion suddenly became irrelevant. Sirius seemed to share the same idea as he slightly moved closer to (Y/n), leaning on the worktop. "So, tell me about yourself." He sounded genuinely interested, and while (Y/n) knew of his reputation she couldn't help but begin to tell him anything and everything that came to mind.

She told him all about her muggle friends at home, how hard it is to tell them that she isn't ignoring them she just goes to a "strict boarding school." and how her mum used to always take her to park after Primary School if she had been good, since she seemed to always "accidently" cause trouble by making a mess or being somewhere she wasn't allowed to because she couldn't control her magic yet. She told him about the book her aunt would read to her about a puddle duck named Jemima. and although (Y/n) was sure Sirius had stopped listening long ago, he hadn't. He hung onto every word of every story. In return, he would tell her stories about the backstories and reasoning of some of their most infamous pranks around school, and about some of James' more outlandish ways of confessing to Lily.

Before either of them knew it, the lesson was almost over, and Slughorn was assessing their potions. Suddenly, all their laughter ceased as they locked eyes and just began throwing random things into the cauldron and stirring it in hopes of something. However, it seemed like this wasn't the best idea as the concoction before them exploded right as Slughorn walked over. Successfully earning themselves detentions of organising the store rooms and cleaning the classroom for a few days. But neither of them could contain their laughter as their stupid idea literally blew up in their faces. In her laughter, (Y/n) tripped over her own robes and fell onto Sirius, who luckily caught her, but it only made them both laugh harder. Slughorn was fed up and dismissed them early so they could, "compose themselves." (Y/n) caught her breath and adjusted her robes as Sirius asked, "Where have you been all my life?" (Y/n) responded sarcastically, "What literally or...? Because if so up until 1st year I was in the muggle world. and past then, I was literally right in front of you." Sirius lightly rolled his eyes at her response.

"This was our last lesson, so do you want to walk back to the common room?" Sirius asked her, (Y/n) agreed. The pair made light conversation, exchanging stories and joking. Until they reached the common room as they realised they had to part and go to their respective friendship groups, with Sirius obviously with James, Remus and Peter and (Y/n) with Lily, Alice and Dorcas. It would be strange for Sirius to join (Y/n) and (Y/n) wasn't going to just leave her friends the second someone else gives her attention. The pair settled on just saying they would see each other later at dinner. But before they parted Sirius asked, "If your Evans' friend, how come I hardly knew you." "Because you only knew me as "Evans' friend"." (Y/n) then proceeded to give Sirius one last smile before Alice walked in and (Y/n) left with her. Leaving Sirius to think over what she had said.

The worst part was the longer he thought about it, the more he realised she was right, he had never thought to think past her being friends with Lily.

The thought stayed on the back of Sirius' mind as he went about his afternoon and early evening as he would on any ordinary day. After they had both finished, Sirius and (Y/n) walked down to the dungeons to organise the stores rooms as Slughorn had ordered them to. The walk was quiet and (Y/n) was growing uncomfortable with it and spoke up, "Hey, about earlier. What I said was rude and-" "What are you talking about, you were right." Sirius cut off and paused before continuing, "I won't lie what you said did bother me, but not because it was rude. It's because you were right. I never did think to look past the fact you're Evans' friend. I did the others and I just assumed you were like them, and no offence to them but they aren't really my type of people and-" "Sirius it's fine, I get it, really. I would be a hypocrite if I said I had never only saw you as what your reputation made you out to be." The both were now stuck in a limbo where neither of them had an issue with other but neither had anything to say.

So they laughed, they laughed all the way down to the store room. "What are we laughing about?" "The fact that we were both wrong." Their laughter died down as they entered the store room. "What a tip! No wonder it needs cleaning, no one's even thought about organising anything since 1896." (Y/n) sounded annoyed and almost astounded about how disorganised the room was and wondered how Slughorn even found anything they needed for lessons.

Sirius seemed amused by (Y/n) apparent distress at the state of the room and threw his arm around her shoulders and said in a teasing tone, "You were around in 1896 well you don't look a day over 50." (Y/n) rolled her eyes but didn't remove his arm. It was almost comforting to smell his cologne and how it mixed with smell of firewood that followed him and the dust in the air. Sirius also made no attempt to remove his arm as he could smell the lingering tones of her perfume and the muggle bubble-gum she had showed him earlier.

"Well you two better get to work you have a lot to do." The pair were snapped out of their daydreams by Slughorn suddenly entering and upon seeing the position they were in, he gave Sirius the task of bringing the boxes of the highest shelf and (Y/n) to begin to organise the ones on the bottom shelf. This seemed like an attempt to physically separate the two.

The first ten minuets were productive, mainly because they didn't want Slughorn to walk in again and deem that they weren't working hard enough. But all it took was Sirius either accidently or purposely nearly dropping a box of ingredients to make the pair start talking and joking around again. As the monotonous and tiresome work progressed, the two were becoming increasingly aware of how much they really did enjoy each other's company, even if they were in a somewhat cramped and definitely dusty potions store room.

It past curfew when they had finished so they didn't dawdle in the halls, as much as Sirius could probably get away with it, neither of them were willing to risk it after the mind-numbing task they had of alphabetising the store room. Once they reached the common room, they both collapsed onto the sofa as their exhaustion set in. "At least it's only cleaning for our next few, and not that. " (Y/n) tried to joke but her eyes were dropping by the second, Sirius seemed to notice this, "At least go to bed before falling asleep, these sofas aren't comfortable enough to sleep on, trust me." (Y/n) weakly nodded and muttered a small goodnight to Sirius as she borderline dragged herself up the stairs to her dorm.

In the following weeks, (Y/n) and Sirius spent more and more time together, not just in detention or class but outside of class as well. Somewhere along the way, their feelings for each other had manifested into something more. The lingering eye contact felt more intimate and when their hands brushed it felt like butterflies had swarmed into their vicinity and sent nerves down their backs. Although, it was obvious to everyone but them that they liked each other as something more, they were both adamant that their feelings were not reciprocated.

It wasn't until their final detention together that their friends decided enough was enough and took matters into their own hands, as it seems they had also grown closer based on their shared feelings of frustration of their respective friend's obliviousness. Lily and Remus worked together to quickly had Amortentia brewed quickly enough so that it would be in the potions room and James used his cloak to hide in the hallway while Alice and Dorcas distracted Slughorn long enough for him to not notice James tampering with the lock on the door.

(Y/n) and Sirius entered the room and closed the door, and that signified the success of their friend's plans. They both started with the first part of the routine they had curated for themselves from previous detentions. They began with clearing the desks, cleaning off any mess made, putting away the equipment used and then making their way to the unfinished potions at the back. The routine was simple but effective since they couldn't use magic to speed any of the process up. They went about the routine like they had all the previous sessions, making jokes and just talking.

Until they reached the potions and (Y/n) suddenly began to smell Sirius' cologne, it was unmissable for her, it reminded her of the boy she had unintentionally fallen for. But then the smell began to mix with the smell of butterbeer and the common room. "Really Sirius? Did you have to spray your cologne now? It's so bloody strong." Then without missing a beat, Sirius responded, "Says you I can smell your perfume from here, and that gum you keep complaining about because your mum won't send you more."

There was a silence that weighed in the air, as both of them were processing what this meant. Then it simultaneously dawned on them, Amortentia. Without any hesitation, they met in the middle of the room and pressed their lips together. The kiss was gentle but passionate, it release all the longing and yearning they had been holding for so long.

They then broke away from each other and smiled, relieved that they no longer had to hold the dread of fearing rejection.

"Sirius?" "Yeah?" "The quicker we get this done, the quicker you can go back to ignoring my existence." Sirius smiled upon hearing the passive-aggressive statement before replying, "You can't get away from me that easily, love."

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We’ll meet again | Bucky Barnes

Based on the song “We’ll meet again” by Vera Lynn and it’s set in the 40′s 

Cut for length

“No one ever intends to fall in love, and if they do they are a liar.”

A phrase (Y/n)’s mother told her many years ago but (Y/n) still lived by to the best of her ability. So when a soldier approached her informing her that he planned for them to be in love, she was shocked. 

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said, one day we're going to be in love." "Right, and you are...?" "Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes." He had a small smirk as he introduced himself to her. "Well Barnes, I am Agent (Y/n) (L/n) and I think I'm going to unfortunately need a rain check on that idea of yours." Barnes' smirk only fell slightly as he replied, "We'll meet again." "Oh I'm sure we will." 

(Y/n) walked away and towards Peggy, her dear friend whom she had known for a many years now. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and laughed slightly as she realized Peggy had seen the interaction between the two. "Your mother is rolling in her grave right now." "And why is that?" "Because he just proved her entire idea of love wrong." (Y/n) rolled her eyes in disbelief, "And how could you know that?" "Because, even though he was direct, you were interested and you won't forget his face."��Was Peggy's confident reply. "Right." (Y/n)'s response was curt in an attempt to avoid the topic and admitting that Peggy was indeed correct, once again. 

Peggy most definitely knew she was right but chose not to push. "Well we have some soldiers to see to, do we not?" (Y/n) quickly nodded and lead Peggy to where some of the newest troops were, still thinking over what Peggy had dropped onto her. 

It turned out that James, or as he had insisted to be called, Bucky was right about them meeting again. He just seemed to be unavoidable. No matter where she went she always saw him, but he never approached and (Y/n) obviously wasn't going to so the two remained narrowly missing each other, only ever exchanging fleeting glances through a crowded room and overhearing titbits of information from word of mouth and rumours. But they had changed on one particular evening.

 It was at a bar that everyone frequented, and (Y/n) was alone, with no sweetheart for her own and seemingly no interest in acquiring one, she stuck out. However, she also seemed to be in deep thought and unaware of her general surroundings as she starred at the alcohol in her glass. 

She was quickly pulled away from her thoughts when a familiar man strolled over, "Bucky." "Agent (L/n)-" "(Y/n). It's (Y/n), I'm just another person right now." Bucky's lips tugged upward at her sudden refusal of her position. "Right...(Y/n), didn't I tell you we would meet again and less then a month later, we do." "Interesting how life seems to be working in your favour Bucky." (Y/n) felt her own mouth stretch to a smile, she didn't know if it was the alcohol or the way he seemed so interested in seeing her again but she suddenly felt butterflies from the once annoying smile.

The pair seemed to always find excuses to be around each other after that, call it dumb or call it love, it worked. They became  somewhat inseparable, deeming nearly impossible to find one without the other when it was possible. But neither of them dared say a word about how their feelings stretched beyond those of friends. How all the hugs that lingered slightly too long were welcome. How all the almost hand holding was infuriating and made them wanted to just grasp the others hand and never let go even if it meant staying that way to the end of time. 

But there always had to a consequence of war, (Y/n) remembered they left. She remembers the endless pacing, the nail biting that she caught herself attempting. The nervous feeling creeping up and down her spine like a xylophone. She couldn't help the hopeful light that burst into her eyes once Peggy entered the room ; she also couldn't help how fast it drained upon seeing the glassy quality to other woman's eyes.

It felt like she could still hear Bucky's voice in her ear like he was still stood with her, holding her close and whispering, "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when." She could still picture his smile, charming with a cocky undertone to it. But she was still unable to shake the ache of knowing something unavoidable settled into her bones and made itself well acquainted with the nerves and dread that had already made its on way hours before. 

Once hearing that Bucky had fallen from the train and was presumed dead but they couldn't find and confirm his death, (Y/n) dedicated hours of time into research. The hours after work, became all her time at the weekend, which became all her free time. 

It was a sad sight, really. Watching in a hopeless limbo as searched endlessly only for nothing to show up and wanting to believe she would make a breakthrough and find something but knowing that there was nothing to find. 

Years passed by and (Y/n) still worked with S.H.I.E.LD as an agent taking more undercover and long term jobs, she was the best in her field. She was through and quick with gathering her information, she never spent over a month on one job. That was until she never came back from a case. They received their info but they never heard from (Y/n) again, they sent teams to look for her but nothing came of it. 

Now if someone was asked about (Y/n) (L/n) they would be pointed to her memorial in the Smithsonian, it was in the Captain America wing and it was next to James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes. The two lovers, immortalised together in the form of old photographs and paragraphs upon paragraphs of text and information. 

However, if you were the right person in the right place, you would see a blur in the shadows, a slight tension in the air and two figures before nothing. The two winter soldiers were elusive and bound together. While no one ever lived to tell the tale of seeing them it was known they are never separated. 

They say that if you become associated with the right people and see the right things then maybe just maybe you would hear the words, "We'll meet again." and live to see what happens. 

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All my troubles on the burning pile | Tomas Shelby

warning! I don’t know all that much about the show, I’ve seen a total of 1 season so if anything is wrong please just ignore it for the sake of the fic

this also takes place before the events of the show, like significantly before. Also Tommy is probably ooc but idk i like it 

Also if (Y/n) is annoying at some points just please keep in mind that during some parts she’s literally a six year old 

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Small Heath remembered the day the men got sent away for war vividly. Boys were swept away from their families arms far too young, Fathers were dragged away from their children, and lovers were ripped away from each other some old and some young. It's hard to forget a day like that. But that is only increased when a roaring fire illuminated for what seemed to be miles from the old field where it originated.  Some would tell you it seemed like hellfire, nothing but retaliation from a stupid teenager who felt too much and didn't have enough discipline. Others would tell you it was a heartbreaking scene, a pitiful display of how everyone felt to some capacity. But only (Y/n) would be able to tell you how it really was, an explosion of too much yet not enough. Like being in a limbo where nothing feels real but the consequences do. 

She remembered her friends telling her to go as it looked dreadful but she told them to simply get lost if they didn't like it, then telling her youngest brother to just go home and tell mum that she'll be back soon. Then as pitch black settled in the sky, she remembers Ada Shelby approaching her, the fire building in intensity and height, and simply pulling her close. Hugging her. And (Y/n) broke. All the rage bubbling up became still and transformed to immense despair, tying her insides into knots and clouding everything. She felt cold despite the building heat of the flames that danced in the air. 

Ada rubbed circles in the older girls skin, soothing her slightly. Ada already missed her brothers dearly and couldn't imagine how (Y/n) was feeling. With the idea of marriage going from a realistic event to something that couldn't even be guaranteed, (Y/n) was going to have a few rough years ahead of her if she carried on the way she was. 

"Always the firebug, eh?" The nickname easily slipped out the younger girl's mouth. (Y/n)'s mouth slightly uplifted at the familiar nickname. (Y/n) had known the Shelby family ever since she was young with her being the same age as Tommy and seemingly clinging to the boy like glue it was inevitable she would grow attached to the rest of the family like they did to her in return. However, that doesn't mean that they were exempt from the surprise that was her impromptu fire starting but after knowing (Y/n) for a while to became easy for them to guess when a fire was upon them. And because of this, the nickname of firebug seemed to be obvious. 

The Shelby family remembers the day that (Y/n) started her first fire in the abandoned field. She was no older 6. Having grabbed a hold of a lighter from god knows where and gathering as many sticks as she could and setting them aflame. However, it also turns out that children don't know a lot about how lighters or how fast a fire can spread. So, (Y/n) accidently sprung the lighter to life again and burned her hand, dropping the lighter and setting the dead grass alight a long with it. And while (Y/n) couldn't stop the screams that escaped her she also couldn't stop the excitement she felt from seeing the flames lick at the ground. And coincidently, Tommy had gone looking for the girl as she had been gone for around an hour which wouldn't have been strange for other people their age, but (Y/n) wasn't normal. She practically wouldn't leave him be until the sunset and they were called to their respective houses, so her sudden absence was a little worrying for the young boy. And he ran as fast he could once he heard the familiar shriek he had grown to know in the short time he had known her. 

There she was, the lighter on the burning floor as she backed away from the flames that seemed to follow her until she bumped into someone. She was startled and feared being in trouble so she quickly turned around and seemed relived to find Tommy, her new best friend. She quickly hugged the shorter boy, "My hero! It's too bad I'm taller then you." Tommy rolled his eyes, "What is that!?" He nodded at the fire.

Despite her previous comment, (Y/n) suddenly felt quite small. The fear of losing her new friend gripped at her, making her small limbs lock up. "It doesn't matter ok! It's alwayyys rainy so it will be gone soon anyway, so stop being stupid." (Y/n) suddenly became defensive, gripping her burned hand but stopping once she remembered how much it hurt. And suddenly, (Y/n) began to cry as she realized it may not rain and she will in fact get in trouble and damn did her hand hurt. Tommy became alarmed at her sudden tears, and noticed her hand. "You don't need to cry! Can't your mum just help your hand." "But Tommy! What if it doesn't rain." Tommy was now confused he didn't see what the rain had to do with the burn on her hand. 

But that didn't matter either, as with seeming perfect timing, it began to rain. Heavily. This relieved the girl, seeming to not care about her injury anymore. Tommy however, did still care and insisted on walking her to her house despite his house being on the other end of the street. This then lead to (Y/n) having a bandage on her hand and Tommy having a cold for a week. It was then that the Shelby's and (L/n)'s knew it wouldn't be the last time something like that happened. 

One incident that not everyone knew about was yet another fire that was caused by (Y/n) at around 15. She had once again decided she wanted fire but this time Tommy was by her side, holding a box of broken items. Some of them belonging to the pair some it being something neither of them seemed to fully recognize. "You can't keep at this you know, someone will catch you one day and doubt they will forgive you so easily." Tommy said, his voice even, he wasn't mad at her. He just knew of what may happen if she is caught by someone other then him or his brothers. (Y/n) nodded as the fire sprung to life, and gestured for Tommy to throw the box in. Wordlessly, Tommy threw it in.

However, due to the density of some of the times, not everything in the box was catching fire. So carefully, Tommy began to kick the box trying to make it catch. But he didn't seem to see that it worked and that the flames were growing. (Y/n) panicking, pulled Tommy back and watched as the fire grew right where he was previously. Tommy looked down at her in gratitude as she looked away, as although she would never say it aloud she had been harboring feelings for Tommy for some time now. And before she could say anything, Tommy said, "My hero! too bad I'm taller then you." A grin tugging at his lips as he saw (Y/n) begin to laugh in disbelief at the vaguely familiar statement. "Thomas Shelby! you tosser." She gently pushed him, laughing lightly.  

"Well there goes all my troubles on the burning pile." (Y/n) said smiling, as Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tugging her body towards his. "And if you catch fire?" Tommy asked, despite the statement being extremely hypocritical from him because of what had just had happened. "Then I'll change my aim and throw my woes at the world instead." (Y/n) said gazing into the flames in front of her. "I wouldn't expect anything less." Silence followed Tommy's statement. It was comforting, as the cool summers evening began to start its slow conclusion, the warmth of the fire fought any possible cold breeze and the two teenagers stayed close and unaware the other was trying to ignore their feelings. 

However, it seems that their feelings were too much to simply move aside as that very night the pair confessed, much to their friends and families' relief. 

(Y/n) was pulled out of her reminiscent daze when Ada asked, "What are you burning?" "My troubles." Ada seemed to understand the vague statement. "I assume soon you'll be burning letters that "aren't quite right" soon?" Ada asked a light teasing tone in her voice in a hope to lighten the mood. It seemed to work as (Y/n) replied, "And you expected anything less?" Ada lightly shook her head as she smiled at the woman she'd grown to see as a sister. "He'll be back one day (Y/n)" "Well I sure hope so the tosser still has to make me his wife." 

The two young women laughed, still worried for the future but feeling better then they did before. 

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Masterlist

this is where you will find all my fics in one place =)

requests are open!

Marauders:

Sirius Black:

Potions Class | Sirius Black

James Potter: 

The rom-com type of love | James Potter

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes:

We'll meet again | Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova:

American Pie | Yelena Belova

DC: 

Dick Grayson: 

Saving you | Dick Grayson

S1:E1 - Titans | Dick Grayson

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby:

All my troubles on the burning pile | Thomas Shelby