#I think I accidentally made a noise out loud and if he didn't hear/see it then the girl next to me definitely did.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

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[pholla-jm]

Klutz

IMAGINE: KLUTZ ~ LAW X READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: established relationship. mention of blood. mention of broken bone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A loud crash echoes through the submarine which causes Law’s head to snap up. Normally, one would think that something happened to the ship. But he already knows what happened. 

With a heavy sigh, he gets up from his chair and walks towards the source of the noise. He wasn’t surprised to see you frantically moving around. You were putting things away. Law could only best deduce that you had accidentally knocked into something and caused it to crash. And now you were putting everything away before someone noticed. 

“(y/n)-ya.” He calls out, causing you to jump and knock your arm into a shelf. You let out a small yelp before turning to your Captain with a nervous smile. “Captain, what brings you here?” “Thought I heard something.” 

You purse your lips and shake your head, “nope. I didn’t hear anything. Have you gotten enough sleep?” “Are you saying that I’m hearing things, (y/n)-ya?” The tone in his voice suggested that you shouldn’t be playing around with him. But you didn’t care. 

Your hands go up in mock surrender. “Hey, you’re the one that said it. Not me.” 

Law pinches the bridge of his nose, “don’t you have things to do?” “Yup! So I’ll be on my way now.” You happily say before skipping past him. 

However, you trip over the bottom part of the hatch door causing you to face plant against the floor. You heard a soft crunch as soon as you hit the floor, causing you to let out a whine of pain. Law’s eyes widened when he saw you fall onto the floor. 

He doesn’t waste a second to pull you up from the floor. A free hand goes up to cover your nose, trying to relieve the pain that shot through your face. You immediately felt warm liquid cover your hand, signifying that your nose was bleeding. 

“How could you trip over that?” He was exasperated from how clumsy you are. If he was being honest, it was a bit tiring from how clumsy you are. He was also always worried about how you were going to hurt yourself next. 

You only shrug your shoulders at his question, “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t see it.” “Let’s just get your nose fixed.” “Huh? What are you talking about? It’s fine.” You try to convince him, but you already knew that there was no way Law was going to believe you. 

“There is blood dripping down your face.” 

You let out a disappointed sigh. Not disappointed in him, but in yourself. “Okay.” 

It didn't take long for the both of you to be back in his office. He had you sitting in a chair, with a towel to help clean up any blood. 

“Okay, (y/n)-ya. This is going to hurt a bit.” He mutters right before he sets your nose back into place. 

“Ow!” You yelp as you flinch away from Law’s hands. 

Law is quick to clean up any mess and bandage up your nose. “Take these,” he says handing you pain medication. “Thanks.” You whisper before taking them from him. 

Law crosses his arms before looking at you up and down. His gaze made you nervous, and you had no idea what he was about to do next. 

He notices that you were wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants. Despite how hot it was in the submarine right now, you were wearing clothes that would make you hotter. 

“Let me see your arms and your legs.” He commands. “Huh, why?” 

Law shoots you a look which causes you to pout. “Fine.” 

You pull up your pant legs and your sleeves. Law can’t say that he is surprised to see you littered with bruises. Most likely from your clumsy accidents. 

He shakes his head and goes to grab some ointment for your bruises. 

“You really need to be more careful (y/n)-ya.” He starts to apply the cool ointment to the bruises, holding back any winces that resulted from his touch. 

“I know. I’m trying, I really am.” 

Law hears the desperation in your voice and he starts to feel a little bad. But not too much. “Does it hurt anywhere?” “Mm, you know. This one on my arm really hurts. Maybe a kiss will make it feel better?” 

Law looks down at you with a look that shows that he isn’t amused. “That’s not how it works.” “I mean, you won’t know until you try.” “There is scientific evidence-” “But have you tried it?” 

It was quiet for a bit and you could tell the gears were turning in his head. “Fine.” He grumbles and leans down to place his lips on the bruised skin. You could see that his cheeks had a pink tint, but you enjoyed the sight and feeling in front of you. 

He pulls back, trying to hide the fact that he was flustered. “See, it doesn’t work.” “It totally does! It’s already starting to feel better. I think that you have to kiss the rest of them.” You cheerfully say while holding out both of your arms. 

His face goes entirely red this time. “Nice try. But we’re going back to the ointment.” 

“Awe,” you faux pout at his words. However, he ignores your pout and continues to treat you. 

“There, I think it’s best if you stay here.” 

You didn’t have to be told twice. “Okay!” You say while making yourself comfortable. 

Law is relieved that you didn’t argue with him. 

The truth is, is that Law slightly enjoyed that you were clumsy. It gives him an excuse to keep him at your side. For him to keep an eye on you. It also brought him a sense of comfortability from how clumsy you were. 

He wondered why. But then he realized Corazon was also a klutz. Seeing you be a klutz as well reminded him of Corazon. It made his heart warm up from the familiarity. And he swore that he was going to protect you from every threat. No matter how small or large.

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

So I had this very funny thought also I accidentally deleted this the first time around 😭😭😭 incredibly sad about that

You can read this as a romantic pairing or a strictly platonic pairing

A/N: Also this is more based on young justice beast boy because I feel like he's better written in young justice and that's what I've watched most recently

Beast boy x reader

So imagine you and beast boy are hanging out with your two cats at your place, your cats aren't exactly fond of him but you don't think they hate him either considering he constantly brings them cat treats and toys honestly with him around they're absolutely the most spoiled cats on earth... Your cats are used to you being clumsy and making loud noises so one day your a bit surprised to find that your long time partner Garfield isn't as chill as your cats are about the noise...

As your preparing lunch for the two of you, you forget about the pot that's near your elbow and as you turn to move the pot goes crashing to the ground your cats just stare at you judging but suddenly you hear hissing you turn expecting it to be your two cats fighting over a mouse that one of them had caught but no you see this third very green cat hissing at you and the pan wildly fur puffed out and spitting at you... For a moment you just blink and stare because we'll this is a new development you knew he could transform into any animal he wants but you didn't quite expect this... So you go over to the cabinet with the calming cat treats that are made with hemp witch is safe for cats and you assume cat adjacent people you gently go down to his level and sit on the floor like you've done for the strays outside your apartment complex and your own cats when they've been startled or upset by something. You gently start making hushing sounds saying it's okay as you start to break up the treats and placing them in front of the green kitty he slowly begins to sniff at them while growling at you, your by no means offended by this, this isn't the first nor will it be the last time an animal has growled at you.. you watch as he sniffs and begins eating the treats you've laid on the floor and you take that opportunity to scoot a bit closer while whispering reassurances and slowly hold out your hand in front of him with the treats he eats those out of your hand and it honestly tickles you reach out and begin to start stroking beast boys fur. Surprisingly it's silky soft as you begin to pat him you look into his eyes and see some of his awareness has returned after a while of you holding and patting him all the whole telling your own cats no and to leave him be sternly he suddenly changes back to his usual self...

He looks absolutely embarrassed and can barely look you in the eye without turning a bit red ..

"uhhh sorry about that my hearing is super sensitive", he says a bit bashfully...

You can only smile at him and say "honestly its not the first time I've dealt with a very startled and disgruntled cat nor will it be my last", you can't help but giggle a little at that last part but you gently place a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze while also handing him some cat treats to give to your cats that are now growling at him ... You bend down to pick up the pot that was dropped and place it back on the counter while listening to beast boy gently saying words of apologies to the cats as he promises them that next time he comes over hell bring them a bunch of cat toys to make up for his turning into a cat and eating there treats witch he mumbles the last bit...

Suddenly

"WAIT WERE THOSE TREATS EVEN VEGAN", is all you hear from the other room as a blur goes past you to the cat treat cabinet and at this point you can't help but laugh ...

A/N: throughout this I was picturing the scene from lion king where a young Simba starts hissing and spitting but isn't threatening at all also I do not own the art above it just felt fitting to add

[angelicsoka]

SARA, l. hughes

word count | 1.3k

pairings | luke hughes x fem!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x reader, platonic!jack hughes x reader

summary | luke’s girlfriend has suffered in silence for too long, and luke noticed the warning signs too late

warnings | HEAVY themes of suicide and suicidal ideation, mentions of self-harm and depression, underage drinking and smoking, mentions of blood. ANGST ANGST ANGST, open ending, this is not a happy fic, luke is fucking oblivious. based on the song sara by we three. no use of "y/n". lowercase intended

a/n | this is my first time posting in here so i'm still figuring out how this all works lol. this is NOT proofread. also this is probably the darkest thing i have ever really written.

little sara, you're a diamond in the rough

and i know that you don't hear this all enough

and i'm sure that's why your wrists have tons of cuts

and i'm sure that's why you think you're not enough

fingers traced over the faded scars and onto the raised ones, the urge more than she can handle. but she deserved this. she deserved to feel so shitty, she was shitty. she ruined everything good she had, her relationships and job. a repeated process, be happy for a while and then fuck everything up. “who would care if she fucked one more thing?” was the thought that ran through her head, crimson covering the sink.

your mind can only think about the things it shouldn't

your brain is filled with thoughts of wishing that ya didn't

little sara, perk your ears up, try to listen

but she can't hear a sound because she's locked in a prison

the room was loud, but the noise sounded so far away as she dazed off. she was brought back to reality by luke swinging his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. the sudden movement made her quietly hiss as her arm brushed against him, the fresh wounds in the back of her mind. she forced a smile on her face, looking to luke who gently kissed her forehead. he offered her a beer, to which she took, ignoring the concerned look on quinn’s face. she had been drinking all night  but luke didn't have to know that. it slowed the thoughts, so how could it be a bad thing?

luke began to chat with his brothers and their friends, oblivious to the smile that had dropped from her face. oblivious to the fact that she was practically chugging the beer in hopes to stop the horrible thoughts that had begun to invade her brain once more.

and she was oblivious to the concerned looks of her boyfriend and friends as she abruptly got up, walking outside. she sat down, pulling the cigarette from its box, lighting it. she took a drag, jumping when a voice spoke up:

“you’re killing yourself, you know that?” she whipped her head around to see quinn standing there with his hands in his pockets. “does luke know you smoke?”

“why do you care?” she snapped, turning to look back at the yard. it was quiet, crickets chirping being the only thing making noise. she ignored quinn as he sat beside her, taking another drag. she held back her tears, not wanting to break down in front of her boyfriend’s oldest brother.

“he loves you, you know? the way he looks at you says it all. you're good for him. i don’t think i've seen him this happy in a long time.” she forced a small smile at quinn’s attempt to comfort her. he was lying, he had to be, because who could love a fuck up like her?

all your friends they wanna smoke 'cause it's a friday

but you've been smoking straight probably since last sunday

i know you know you shouldn't say that you are okay

but you still look 'em in the eye and lie then go to use your ashtray

she was high, but when was she not? the boys passed around the blunt, each taking drags from it. they were joking around, jack and trevor wrestling beside her. luke held her close, his fingers gently running down her arm. she ignored the burning sensation that occurred when luke’s fingers accidentally brushed over her wound, a smile plastered on her face. luke seemed to be the only who didn’t notice that the smile didn’t meet her eyes. she huffed out a laugh at a joke made by cole, settling her head against luke’s shoulder. for a moment, she felt happy; carefree. 

that all ended when that singular thought crossed her mind: they hate you. such a simple thought, but she felt as though she had been sucker punched. she subtly shifted off of luke, who seemingly didn’t notice. she twiddled with her thumbs, ignoring the feeling of someone looking at her. she felt jack nudge her, handing her the blunt. she accepted it, unable to really meet his eyes. “you okay?” quinn mouthed to her when she met his eyes. 

“yeah.” she lied through her teeth, averting her eyes and grabbing the ashtray.

little sara, last night, you got it bad

in that moment, you could barely even

add up two or three reasons why you're glad

and i guess that's why you grabbed your pen and pad

it was 6:14, and you could barely even read

all the words you'd written down when it was time for you to leave

your phone was on the ground and you could barely hear it ring

couldn't even hear a sound, couldn't feel a single thing

nights were the worst. being alone in her thoughts led to serious consequences, this night no different. she did what she was suppose to, all the coping skills she had learned. still, she couldn’t come up with any reason to stick around, which is why she now sat at her desk, scribbling rapidly. she couldn’t hardly read the words on the paper, tears cascading down her rosy cheeks as she practically destroyed her desk in search of the blade. the distance sound of her phone ringing stopped her for a moment, the contact name and picture for luke clear on her phone. she pushed the second-guessing thoughts aside, muting the call.

luke swore when she once again did not pick up, the text that started this now open: i love you, lukey. i hope you can forgive me. he swore to himself, angry that he had missed the signs. as he thought about it, the signs were so clear, how could he have not noticed? he begged for jack to drive faster, dialing her number once more. luke wiped his tears as jack sped up, praying for her to be okay. he hoped he would make it in time, to be there when she needed him most.

now it's 6:15, and you're on your knees

blood is on your sleeves, and your lungs won't breathe

eyes are watering, body's shivering

and you're wondering what is happening

now it's 6:23, and they're on their knees

begging "jesus please, can you make her breathe?"

'cause they finally see what was happening

underneath their nose and underneath your sleeves 

she sat against her bed, sobs racking through her body. her chest was tight, her breaths short as she began to lose consciousness. she began to shiver uncontrollably, curling into herself to create any kind of warmth. she looked up when the door was kicked in, her vision blurring. her eyes fluttered close as luke ran to her side, her life slowly leaving her body. 

“get something to stop the bleeding!” luke yelled to jack who was frozen under the doorframe. he snapped out of it, grabbing the blanket that was balled up on her bed. he began to put pressure on her wounds as luke pleaded with her to wake up. they continued this until the paramedics arrived, luke hesitant to leave her side. for the first time in a long time, luke cried into his brother’s shoulder. and he swore to himself that he would never miss the signs again.

she can barely see the pavement

she can barely read the signs

people think she's complicated

but never wanna look inside

'cause she's a little too r-rated

and they're a little too damn blind

she's just looking for her angels

but they're a little hard to find

[irishmammonagenda]

How I Think The Obey Me Dateables + Co Would React to The Rumours™️

Summary: Rumours have been floating around the Devildom. Rumours about a certain Angel and Sorcerer...how will the demon brothers react? Word Count: funny joke! Content Warnings: nothing i dont think Disclaimer: This will probably not make a lot of sense unless you've read this fic here for context, but ykw life doesnt make sense you do you <3

[Brothers Version]

dividers by @cafekitsune

You had left the Sorcerers' Society feeling quite flustered, but also extremely pleased with yourself. Take that Solomon. You grin. In all the excitement of the following days, you'd forgotten about the rumour you had accidentally spread around the Devildom. Perhaps you shouldn't've pretended to be Archangel Michael to gain entry....

💙💚BARBATOS💚💙

Finds out about the rumours relatively quickly, Little D No.2 sees him nearly dropping a plate before catching it with his tail. He was sworn to secrecy.

Poor Little D No.2

His first thought is shock, his second thought is.

'What did you do MC?'

smiling he dials your number on his DDD.

You were in the middle of doing homework, or rather, sitting at your desk staring at your homework when Barbatos called. "Hiya Barbs!" You grin into your DDD. "Hello MC." You can hear the Butler's smile through the phone. "What's got you calling Barbie?" "There have been some rumours of a certian bastard sorcerer and Archangel in a romantic relationship...you wouldn't happen to know anything of it?" You laugh. "My assassination attempt went wrong." Barbatos lets out a small chuckle along with you. "I can't say Solomon doesn't deserve it." You pause. "Barbs?" "Yes, MC?" "Would you maybe wanna...go to the next Devildom Carnival with me?" You mumble into the phone, but he catches it. Thankfully, he was feeling nice, and did not teasingly ask you to repeat it. "Of course I would MC," Barbatos tone softens, smile visible in his voice. "Perhaps you can tell me more of this assassination attempt going aray?" "It'd be my pleasure Barbie."

❤️❤️DIAVOLO❤️❤️

Barbatos tells him.

Remember the sticker incident? Yeah. Diavolo laughs when he hears about it

This could be a great help in uniting the 3 realms!!!

And hey, if someone commissions Asmo to make stickers of Michael x Solomon, dont look at Diavolo who is very suspiciously whistling innocently.

"Hi Asmo!" Lord Diavolo steps out from the shadows. Asmodeus shrieks, loosing all colour in his face before gaining it back again and grinning excitedly." Diavolo! What are you doing in my room?~" Diavolo shooshes him, pale golden eyes widening as he looks around the Avatar of Lust's room. "Not so loud." After deeming it safe enough, the Demon Prince continues, "I snuck away from Barbatos" Asmo makes a noise of understanding, he looks up at the other through foxlike eyes. "So what can I do for you Dia? ~" The Prince smiles ear to ear. "Remember the stickers you made of me and Lucifer. Well, I'd like to commission something." Asmodeus gasps excitedly, moving a stray champagne coloured lock from his forehead, he grabs his bejeweled pen and journal. "Of course! We can discuss pricing later on! First things first! What would you like?~" "Well..." Diavolo lets out a booming laugh, "Maybe something quite similar to the stickers of me and Lucifer, except with Michael and Solomon?" Asmodeus sets his pen and sketchbook down, looking up at the Devildom's present goofball and future ruler. "Y'know what, Diavolo?" He smirks mischievously. "It's on the house." Diavolo pouts, "At least let me buy you Majolish's new line of clothes." "Awww!~ If I had a ring that I didn't want to keep for myself I'd propose to you!~" Diavolo laughs. These stickers were going to be amazing.

🩷🩷THIRTEEN 🩷🩷

Haha L Solomon

Knows it's fake from the moment she hears it.

Upset she didn't think to start it....but when she finds out from Satan you had a hand in it?

Damn bbg she's about to have your hand in marriage😏

You were just trying to walk home from RAD, having finally gotten a moment of peace from your idiots when an extremely loud 'VROOOM' startles you. A black motorcycle with pink accents traverses the streets of the Devildom like it's attempting to audition for Fast and Furious, before going rogue and coming straight towards you. Scared, you start to sprint, alas, even as an angel,you can't outrun motorcycles. You don't wanna die! The mystery rider drives beside your sprinting, catching up to you before reaching their leather gloved hands out and; YOINK! The motorcyclist pulls you flush against their chest, holding you there with one arm as they use the other to steer. You've been kidnapped by a motorcyclist who thinks they're in GTA. Great. Being kidnapped by a crazed motorcyclist before GTA 6....actually, maybe this was GTA 6. "As much as I'd love to hear your screams in a different context MC, can you stop screaming?" A voice asks through the Motorcycle helmet, you immediately stop squirming to get out of the Motorcyclist's arms. "Thirteen?!" She laughs, "Awww, I love it when you say my name!" You drive in relative silence for a while until she reaches a small cafe. She stops the bike and takes her helmet off, her long ombre hair is tied in a ponytail, she takes out the bauble and lets it fall down. Bloodied emerald eyes lock onto yours as she pulls you in for a kiss. "What's this about you dying and not giving me your soul...." She says in mock sadness before jumping off of the motorcycle, helping a dazed you to your feet. "No bother!" She flirts, tucking a stray hair away from your face, "You can just give me your soul, and your heart, and your body, and your mind!" You blush. "W-why are you in the Devildom Tee?" "Well a certain someone-" She pinches your cheek, "made up a fabulous rumour about that Rat-Bastard! So I'm here to give them a lovely little dinner date and my hand in marriage as a reward!" "Excuse me? Could you repeat that?!" You ask, heart racing. Thirteen just laughs and gives you a kiss that leaves you breathless, a soft blush of her own showing up on her porcelain skin. You walked out of your impromptu unofficial kidnapping dinner date a married MC. Time to go to Vegas to make it official!

💜💜MEPHISTOPHELES💜💜

The man found out because you told him.

He is not impressed. Couldn't you have made up a rumour about Lucifer dating someone?!

No MC, this is a serious newspaper! He is not posting gossip. Or advertising fanfictions. Especially ones with a name like that!

What do you mean Lord Diavolo would 'want you to do it, Mephisto!!' are you trying to emotionally blackmail him?!

"Pleaseeeee!" "No." You try again. "Mephisto pleaseeeeeee?" He gives you a rather rude look. Damn, rich people really were good at looking at people like they were dirt on their shoes. "I won't ask for anything ever again!" "You will, and the answer is still no MC." He glares at you. Pear green eyes filled with annoyance. "The RAD newspaper is sacred! I'm not posting fanfiction on there! We are a serious organisation!" "You post popularity polls." You deadpan. "This is why I hate rich people." "Let me go wipe my tears with my various stacks of grimm lying around. Speaking of which, how did you get into my house, MC?" You grin sheepishly. "No comment!" "MC." "Your little brother let me in! He's very nice, unlike you! Now please I'm begging you!" Mephisto raises an eyebrow. "You don't look like you're begging." "I'm not getting down on my knees. I'm going to piss in your cereal." Mephistopheles scoffs. "I don't eat cereal. That's poor people behaviour." You sniffle, deciding that the best course of action would be to annoy him. "You know, you're acting like Lucifer right now! Not letting me post this in the Newspaper." Mephisto waggles his finger at you, "Send me a Devilmail of what you want included later." "Yay!" You cheer. Satan was going to be so happy when he found out you managed to get your fanfic mentioned in the RAD Newspaper!

🩵🩵SIMEON 🩵🩵

He finds out after you print out the published parts of the fanfiction you and Satan wrote.

He's an author after all! What better person to get constructive criticism from?!

Someone please save this poor man.

Solomon looked up at Michael with dull eyes devoid of emotion, just previously they had shone with tears, now they were just dead. A graveyard of feeling. "Take it back Michael." The sorcerer mutters, but Michael heard him clearly. "What you said about Humankind...take it back!" "It's the truth Solomon!" Michael raises his voice, the rain dropping like bullets against the windows of Cocytus Hall. "I can't do this anymore!" Solomon blurts out, before turning on his heel, cape flapping, as he runs out of the door, into the storm outside, his arms cover tear-stricken his face. "Solomon wait!" Michael races out after him braving the- "MC..." Simeon looks up at you, he takes his reading glasses off and gently sets the paper down, attempting to avoid looking at anything else written on it. "MC, what is this?" "Art." You nod seriously. "It is good writing MC, but, why?" "Why not?" You tilt your head. "With all the love in my heart, darling, I'm forcing myself to forget this story's existence." You pat Simeon's back. "That's probably for the best Simmy."

🤎🤎RAPHAEL 🤎🤎

Solomon? Michael was going out with Solomon?

This worked out great for him actually, this meant he could eat Solomon's food more often. How delicious!

Disappointed when he finds out the rumours aren't true.

"Raphael for the last time, do I look like the type of person that would date Solomon?!" Michael says exasperatedly, covering his face with his hands and fake sobbing. Drama king. "You are a bit odd. Are you sure you're not dating him? I won't judge you, Michael, I respect you a lot." Raphael nods seriously. "I am not dating Solomon." Raphael pouts, "I see. Have you considered dating Solomon?" Michael grabs a pillow and screams into it.

🖤🖤SOLOMON🖤🖤

Finds out through Asmo

Is that a fanficiton, MC?

Two can play at this game.

You enter your room when you feel a hand go over your mouth. You attempt to scream, but seeing as there's a hand over your mouth, it doesn't exactly go very well for you. "Relax Mc, It's just me." You turn your head around to see Solomon and that signature sneaky smile on his face. You scream louder. He chuckles and mutters a few words, all of a sudden you feel very sleepy.... Hours later, you wake up on your bed, now around 3 feet tall and with familiar pink wool, your hands and feet are now hooves, beside you Solomon had been oh so kind as to leave you a note. Cant write Fanfiction if you don't have hands. Jokes on him. You're a co-author.

🩵🤍LUKE🤍🩵

hears some demons talking about it at RAD while he´s in Devildom history

Michael are Solomon are DATING??!!!

LIKE THE THING PEOPLE DO BEFORE THEY GET MARRIED??!!

Michael and Solomon are getting MARRIED??!!

Is Solomon his dad now?

Luckily for Luke and Unluckily for Michael, Michael is still in the Devildom, so when Luke gets home, he goes to ask Michael about it.

Sounds of sizzling and chopping can be heard from the kitchen in Purgatory Hall, and thankfully, it's not Solomon. Michael hums as he expertly dices the onions up and puts them into the blender with the tomatoes, broccoli and cauliflower. His long golden hair had been haphazardly thrown into a plait, small curls that didn't feel like conforming popping out here and there, sauce stains found themselves a home on his dark skin, he stuck his tongue out in concentration. Frozen meatballs had been left out to thaw, and now the Archangel was making the vegetables in the sauce so they'd undetectable to a certain fussy young angel. "Michael?" The young angel in question calls out in the doorway resulting in Michael exclaiming something that sounded like 'GAH!' and attempting to hide Luke's view of the blender. "Hiya Lukey!" Michael grins awkwardly. "What's up with you today? Haha." Now long used to Michael's strangeness, Luke pays it no mind. "Michael, I have a question." The archangel turns the various pans on the stove to the lowest heat before sitting on a stool on the kitchen island and pulling Luke up to sit on his knee. "What's up Kiddo?" He grins, tilting his head at the boy. Luke fiddles with his thumbs, his blue eyes meeting Michael's red ones. "Is it true you and Solomon are getting married?" Michael's smile drops. He pats Luke's blond hair, "No Lukey, me and Solomon are not getting married, nor are we in a relationship." Luke's face flushes, he clenches his tiny fists. "Those demons! Making up lies!" Michael shakes the image of you from his mind. "Yeah. Demons. Yup!"

lads im gonna be honest here i havent met mephsitles or hwoever u spell it a lot in game (as well as thirteen and raphael) so apologies if theyre really ooc😰

[unearthly-doting]

yandere portrait

a/n: new blog, first post!! it's longer than i intended but in my defense, i wrote this to cope w the aftermath of bugbear's route in saint spell's, so. sorry if it's messy </3

warnings: yandere content, gn reader, male yandere, delusional yandere, i think this technically classifies as stalking, the feeling of being watched, slightly graphic murder, kidnapping, they/them pronouns do get used to describe the reader at the end, no nsfw but still minors do not interact!!

— there's this portrait inside the attic of the house you had just moved into. you had found it while cleaning the place out, getting rid of the belongings of the former owner of the place.

— you had tried throwing it out along with all the other stuff, but there was just something about it that... well... you aren't sure how to describe it, but looking at the man in the portrait, you felt bad for wanting to throw him away. he looked so sad in the painting, staring down at a wilted rose in his hand while being surrounded by a field of yellow chrysanthemums.

— it was silly, to be honest. it was a painting, you aren't sure why you felt bad for it, but you did. so you kept it. in the attic.

— and it was all fine and dandy. you honestly forgot about the portrait after a few weeks since you rarely ever went up to the attic, and you were so busy unpacking and decorating your new home that you just didn't have the energy to think about it.

— but then one night, you heard a very loud thump coming from upstairs. you weren't sleeping, catching up on some work you had put back, but the noise startled you nonetheless. had somebody broken in? the thought made you feel sick as you looked up at the ceiling of your room, waiting to see if you could hear footsteps or anything like that.

— you heard nothing.

— okay... then maybe something fell? you hadn't exactly cared too much about where you put stuff up there, so you wouldn't be surprised if something did. you... should probably go check, to make sure nothing was broken up there.

— when you got to the attic, it didn't take you long to find the source of the loud noise you had heard. the portrait of the man had fallen from where you had placed him and was lying face down on the ground.

— you picked it up with a sigh, only for the frame that surrounded it to come undone in the process. the fall must've broken it. it was old, so you weren't surprised. you're just glad the painting looked okay—wait... was the man always looking at the viewer?

— you're... not going to think too hard on that. you're pretty sure you have a frame that would fit, so you carefully roll the portrait up, making sure to not accidentally bend the corners or cause any tears before making your way back downstairs to begin your search for a new frame

— it was definitely a long search, but you eventually found one tucked deep away in the closet you were using for storage. and it was a perfect fit! and after some debating with yourself, you decided you probably shouldn't put it back up in the attic, just in case it fell again.

— there wasn't any place for you to hang it at the moment, so you just decided to put it in your room for now until you could find space for it. you made sure to face it away from the bed, however. you aren't sure why, but it felt as if the man in the painting were watching you.

— that feeling never really went away, even after the days went by. whenever you would walk by the painting, it felt as if eyes were on you. and you couldn't help but notice little details in the portrait were changing.

— the flower he held was no longer wilted. he didn't look sad anymore. the blooming flowers surrounding him went from chrysanthemums to red roses. it was hard to believe, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were going crazy. maybe the painting was just dirty and you were mistaking the details?

— the painting did look a little dirty, so after doing some research, you bought the supplies you needed to clean it and got straight to it when you had the time to spare. you removed it from its frame and laid it out on the dining table since that was the only flat surface you had that was big enough.

— you were deeply focused, playing music to fill the silence and humming along to whatever song played, tending to the painting as if you had painted it yourself. and you were so caught up in cleaning the painting that you didn't notice that you were being watched. you didn't notice the way the man's eyes followed your every move or the way his lips twitched in a barely concealed smile.

— you did, however, notice some writing at the very bottom right corner of the painting. "aurin, by xxx." so that must be the man's name then, huh? taking one glance at him, it felt fitting.

— once you had finished cleaning the dirt and dust off the painting—aurin, as you now know him as—you put him back in his frame and find a nice spot in the living room to hang him up. he was definitely out of place with the rest of your décor, but you didn't really mind. he added a strange feeling of... life.

— the feeling of being watched never went away, however. even at night, when you were tucked comfortably in bed, you would wake up in the middle of the night feeling as if someone else were in the room with you. it was beginning to make you feel paranoid. maybe the house was haunted?

— not only that, little things would be different whenever you came home from work or an outing. the place would be cleaner, the fridge would be neatly sorted, your clothes would be neatly tucked away in your closet... this was a very clean and friendly ghost if you're house really was haunted. and you really hope it was. you don't want to think of the alternative.

— but it was still weird, and you were starting to lose sleep because of it, hoping to see if you could catch whoever or whatever was doing this. at some point, you called a friend to come over to spend a few nights with you. you felt like you were going crazy, and you needed someone there to keep you grounded.

And your friend did! They came over, promising to stay for the week to help you keep your mind off the weird shit happening in your house. The weird feeling of being watched was still there, but nothing was ever moved out of place anymore.

Tonight was the last night that they'd be staying over, and the two of you decided to make a little party out of it. You both went out and got some drinks and a bunch of snacks and you guys just sat down and watched some shitty movies.

You guys weren't drinking alcohol, but the jokey mood the two of you had going on certainly made it feel as if you were tipsy, collapsing into a fit of giggles at one of their lame jokes as you leaned against them.

The time spent with them this week was fun, tonight being the best of all, but eventually, the two of you had to go to bed. The two of you shared a hug before you left them to go to your bedroom. You went to bed that night with a smile on your face, feeling relaxed for the first time in a while.

...

You startled awake. It was dark outside, and the clock read 4am. A loud noise had woken you up, a thud that sounded like someone, or something, falling. You weren't immediately concerned, thinking that your friend might've fallen off the couch while sleeping.

You should probably check on them to make sure they aren't hurt. With a tired sigh, you climb out of bed and make your way to the living room, stumbling a bit in the dark as you rub some sleep from your eyes.

Your hand roams against the wall for a moment before finding the light switch and flicking it, opening your mouth to speak but your words get stuck in your throat.

As soon as the light fills the room, your stomach drops.

You had been expecting to see your friend on the floor, probably still sleeping, but...

You weren't expecting to see someone on top of them, some sort of blade in hand, stabbing into their neck multiple times. You just stood there, frozen as you watched the mystery man stab your friend. They were already dead, not moving, eyes staring up into nothingness. You had only spoken to them just mere hours ago, and now they're on your living room floor, covered in their own blood as the man continues to stab them.

He seemed so caught up in the act that he hadn't even noticed the lights were on, or that you were watching. You should run. You should get as far away from here as possible, but it's like you were frozen in place. Your legs felt weak, and they gave out on you before you could even try running.

You fall to the ground, hands shaking, tears running down your face, bile stuck in your throat as you force yourself to not vomit.

The squelching sound of stabbing stops, and the man turns his attention to you. It was Aurin. Aurin, the man from that damn painting. Your gaze snapped over to said painting, thinking that you must be going insane, but no.

The painting was vacant. The man inside of it was gone. What the fuck.

His expression was vacant, and you stared at him like a deer in headlights, wondering if you were going to be killed next. Ha... killed by a weird supernatural entity that shouldn't even exist... maybe you are going crazy. Maybe this is all just one really bad nightmare.

You'll wake up any second now and see your friend's smiling face as they drag you out of bed so you can help them pack their stuff. You'll wake up, and he'll be back in his painting again. Everything will be normal. This isn't real.

It's not real. It can't be. This is just some fucked up—

Cold hands cup your face, and the feeling of blood smearing on your cheeks is enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You hadn't even noticed when he approached you, or when he crouched down to your level.

The vacant expression was gone, replaced with a quiet, guilty one.

"I apologize, my love," He speaks, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "You weren't supposed to see such a..." He trails off, a brief look of annoyance crossing his features as if remembering something he disliked, "Mess."

You were too stunned, too scared, to sick to speak. You just stared.

Aurin sighed, looking genuinely ashamed of himself, "I hope this doesn't make you think any less of me, my darling rose. I just couldn't... I couldn't stand the way they were looking at you. The way they were touching you. The advances they were making on you made me feel so angry," His nails dug into your cheeks as he spoke, and you wince slightly at the feeling. He took notice immediately, easing his grip on you as an apologetic smile appeared on his face, "I suppose I lost myself for a moment when taking care of them."

You struggled to process his words. He... he killed your friend because he thought they were making a move on you? Because of jealousy? That just... what the fuck...

"You..." Your voice cracks a bit as you speak, a wave of nausea hitting you as the taste of the blood in the air coats the inside of your mouth.

"Shhh..." He gently shushes you, running a hand over your hair. You cringe knowing there was blood sticking to the strands now, "Don't say anything, darling. I'm sure this is all a very big shock to you, but it'll be okay. I'll take care of you, the way you took care of me."

Your confusion only grew when he gently helped you off the ground, his grip on your arm was tight enough to keep you from running away but gentle enough that it didn't hurt, "But I haven't..." You trail off, going to deny his claims of you taking care of him, only to remember that you technically have.

He merely smiles, "But you have. I was so alone, up in that dusty attic. And then you came along, and you showed me a love that I hadn't experienced in decades. You took care of me. It's only natural that I take care of you in return, isn't it? That's what lovers do, after all."

"Lovers?!"

Aurin paid no mind to your shock, seemingly not even registering how odd and deranged this situation was, acting as if he hadn't just murdered your best friend in a fit of supposed jealous rage.

"I wasn't going to take you home so soon, trust me. I was content with helping you out around the house and making everything easier for you but..." He trails off, gaze wandering away from you to stare at the corpse on the ground, "Things happen. I don't think I can leave you to your devices here anymore. Someone may try to steal you away from me again, and I would hate for you to see another mess like this."

What the hell is he talking about?

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but you couldn't get a single syllable out before he was speaking again.

"Don't worry, it'll be a harmless trip. You'll just feel tired, but you can lean on me for support! Trust me, my love, you'll adore your new home." He says, excitement lacing his words.

It was a little scary, how you instantly began to feel tired after he finished talking. You're not sure if it was his doing, somehow, or if your body just couldn't handle the situation anymore and wanted you to sleep in hopes that everything would be better once you woke up.

Your eyes closed against your will, and you could faintly make out Aurin's soft humming as he held you close against him. You were too tired to fight against him, almost as if some sort of pressure were weighing you down.

Maybe everything will be better when you wake up...

A few months later, a couple had moved into a new home. The price had been on the cheaper side due to a fairly gruesome unsolved murder and kidnapping that took place there. They were determined to make a home out of it, even with its dark history.

"Honey, doesn't this painting feel a little off to you?" One of them asks, staring up at a painting that was hanging on a wall in the living room.

The other shrugs, moving boxes around and momentarily pausing to glance at the painting, "Just looks like a painting to me. Take it down if it makes you uncomfortable."

"Hm..."

They stare up at it, arms crossed as they take in the details. Two people were dancing together in a field of red roses. There was nothing wrong with that, it was rather romantic, to be honest. The man in the painting was normal as well, eyes closed with a serene smile on his face as he held his partner close. He looked as if he were in love, in all honesty. The part that unsettled them was the distraught look on the face of the man's dance partner, as well as the chains that tied their wrists to his, roses weaved into the chains as if to try and hide them.

It was a breathtaking painting, sure, but...

"Let's just put it up in the attic, that way we won't have to see it."

[potassiumivy]

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MEGUMI'S EYES SNAPPED OPEN the moment he heard your scream pierce the serene atmosphere of an usual sunday morning.

slapping his face two times and pinching his cheeks to shake his sleepiness off, he slammed his door open just in time to see you stop right in front it. 

you harshly grabbed his shoulder, shaking him from side to side. "G'MORNING, MEGGY!" you yelled in a pink megaphone, making him cringe from the loud noise. he was melting in embarrassment from the nickname, and he prayed to every god that his classmates didn't hear it. "YUUTA IS COMING BACK!" 

"okkotsu-"

"YES!" you answered through the megaphone although your bodies were only a few inches apart.

shaking him again and standing on your tippy toes, you rubbed your face against his affectionately. "oh, megumi! i could almost cry from how happy i am! don't you see my tears?"

"mhm-"

"can you feel how fast my heart beats??" you pushed his hand in your cleavage. "can you?"

he cleared his throat, trying to muster up an answer. i'm feeling ecstatic! did i use that word right, megs?"

kissing his cheek, you left him standing there as you skipped down the hallway, banging on every door you came across. "YUUTA IS COMING BACK! I REPEAT, YUUTA IS BACK!" your voice echoed through the dorms.

he turned his around to see yuuji coming out of his dorm, running his fingers through his pink hair to tame his bed-head, popping a mint gum in his mouth and spraying his cologne everywhere around before passing right under it.

it was clear as day that the idiot was trying to impress you. 

"good morning, neighbour!" he grinned at his classmate."it's a lovely morning we're having, aren't we?"

inhaling loudly in frustration, megumi accidentally breathed in some of yuuji's cologne residues, making him gag.

the other boy gasped in concern. "fushiguro! are you alright?"

trying to reassure his friend, he opened his mouth to respond, but he choked on his saliva, coughing even more. 

"HOLD ON FUSHIGURO! I GOT MY FIRST AID CERTIFICATE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!" he panicked, running behind megumi to perform the heimlich maneuver.

megumi's eyes widened in mortification, trying to escape his classmate's monster grip. he looked like a cat running away from water as he dragged his nails through yuuji's arms.

"don't fight it! we're gonna go through this together!"

gojo and nobara both chose that moment to come out of their rooms, seeing yuuji aggressively humping megumi. 

"one day of peace." nobara huffed, "that's all i'm asking for. at this rate, i'll get wrinkles in a few years."

"oh, but you already have one" gojo pointed nobara's forehead, making her eye twitch in anger. 

"it's right... here! boop! hehe" he chuckled to himself as she lost it, jumping on her teacher.

"wrinkles, huh? i'll show you wrinkles, grandpa!"

"no- NOBARA! NOT MY SCRUMPTIOUS HAIR-"

ignoring the chaos around you, you continued running towards a specific door, lightly knocking on it. patiently waiting, you see the door open, but the figure you were expecting didn't appear. 

there was actually nothing at the door. blinking a couple of time, you rubbed your eyes, thinking that you were still a little out of it.

"miss y/n! down here!" a child's voice called out.

following the voice's instruction, your eyes fell on nanako and mimiko, geto's adopted twins. "oh my! hello!" you said in your megaphone, making them giggle as they hugged your waist. 

they were only 6, and it hasn't been too long since your teacher took them in, but you'd still give them the whole world if they asked you to.

since maki wasn't too kin on having girl days with you, you took the twins out instead. that made your bond grow stronger.

throwing the pink object aside, you picked them up in your arms. "wow, you two sure grew up while i was gone!" 

nanako nodded with a little smile. "yep! we ate our vegetables so we got stronger!" she flexed her arm. mimiko only played with your hair, shoving her head in the crook of your neck. she was on the shy side. 

"i see that you already surprised them." you heard geto's voice. putting the twins back down, you kissed their head before looking at your teacher. 

you smiled softly, greeting him. "i was looking for you."

just like you, he was also ignoring the chaos unfolding behind him. "were you?"

"yes. yuuta is coming back."

"i know."

"oh? was i too loud?" you asked, your glassy doe eyes looking straight at him.

"no." he chuckled, "i was the one who told you."

"right, right!" you laughed sheepishly.

swallowing hard, geto finally gathered the courage to ask you something he wanted to ask a long time ago.

"hey," he called out softly, "i was wondering if—"

gojo who finally got rid of nobara by running around the school grounds, came back just in time to hear his friend's speech. he knew he was going to ask you out. 

he was supposed to be happy, so why was there a slight pinch in his chest? he ignored it, turning back om his heels as he was retreating to his room, but he involuntarily looked at the scene from the corner of his eyes.

he swore he didn't want to— that he didn't mean to—but as his eyes roamed your body language and your facial expressions, he wished they were all for him. and as his eyes roamed your figure, the sunlight poked through the window, illuminating your figure like you were a cup of gold on display. 

it also put an emphasis on your necklace, the one you...

you had a new necklace.

gojo took his blindfold off, looking intensely at you from afar. 

no trace of the pearl necklace.

the same necklace who started it all.

he didn't know what came over him, but the pinch in his heart grew and grew until he couldn't take it anymore, and before he realized, he was between you and his best friend. 

"...satoru?" he heard geto's voice, but it felt like he was underwater. he had interrupted suguru's speech as he just stood there, panting, his blue eyes refusing to leave the sight of the golden necklace.

his eyes met yours, and you didn't even have the time to question the scratches on his face as he pulled your wrist almost robotically.

"i just need to borrow her for a few seconds, suguru."

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gojo was panting as he jogged around the school, racing to find an empty room.

"...jo? gojo? gojo!" your voice made him snap out of his trance, as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

"you're hurting me" you whimpered and he could feel his heart wavering. 

"sorry." he loosened his hold on your wrist. he brought it to his face, pressing a light kiss to it. 

your breath hitched from his unusual behaviour. seeing his uncovered eyes was unsettling enough, but the whole atmosphere was tense between you two. 

he hastily unlocked his office, pushing you inside. your back hit his desk, and he hovered over you, his strong arms caging you. 

you both remained silent for a few minutes, and only panting could be heard.

he pushed himself closer to you, one of his hands tugging on your necklace, bringing your face close to his.

"your necklace."

"what about it?" you breathed out.

"the one with the pretty pearls. the one you bought with my money. where is it?"

"it's in my room."

"i meant," he lowered his voice, "why aren't you wearing it?"

tears gathered on your water line, you were beyond scared and confused.

"who gave you this necklace?" he asked further.

you just couldn't answer.

"hakari? naoya?" you shook your head as a response, swallowing back your tears.

"then who?" his tone was calm, but it was scarier than anything.

"my manager." you choked out. "he bought it for me."

"the one who signed you up for the playboy thing?"

"yes, him."

"give me his name."

your shoulders were shaking by now.

"y/n, please."

"shiu..." you sobbed.

"shiu? as in shiu kong?"

"mhm."

he let go of your necklace, chuckling slightly.

"shiu, huh?"

he pressed his forehead against yours,

"you think he'd let me borrow his star model for a couple of minutes?"

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[fuyuu-chan]

hellu! how are u? i adore the entirety of ur blog, its very cute! : D

i was wondering if you could write vyn with a reader who lets their emotions overtake them? like theyre very sensitive! then they meet a calm vyn that affects them to be more at peace w/ themselves.

thank u sm! i hope ure doing well!! 🤍

Love Who You Are

Fuyuu-chan: Hi Hi. I'm good, how about you?? Thank you for requesting!! Love your idea, also idk if i did this right 🥹 but i hope you like it <3

Pairing: Vyn Richter x Reader

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You were just here to browse for a new book to read when someone approached you out of nowhere.

"Excuse me...are you perhaps interested in that book?" Someone asked.

You looked from the book you were holding to the person who probably asked the question to you.

"Are you talking to me?" You asked as you let your eyes scanned your surroundings only to found you and this guy.

"Yes I am" he nod and smiled slightly. You looked back at the guy again.

"Oh well...to answer your question..yes, I took an interest on this book, why do you ask?" You asked.

"Oh its nothing...its because its my first time seeing someone took an interest on that book...not many people like those types of book" he explained.

You frown slightly which made the man taken aback. "Oh...are you telling me...never mind" you said as you avert your gaze for a few seconds before turning back to the man. 'Is he telling me I had bad taste in books?' you thought. Seeming to notice your silence the guys asked. "Did...I say something wrong?"

"...umm do you meant that in a bad way or like??" You asked.

The man took a second only to realize what he said earlier. He probably had offended you accidentally considering your also a book lover. "Oh no I'm sorry...I meant it in a good way...that book was actually nice to read while relaxing, I was just surprised to see someone also interested, since whenever I came here no one really looked at that book." He explained. Usually people take his compliment but you...thought it was an insult? Sure maybe bevause of his wordings and all but... People still usually assume its a compliment or sometimes they just dont ask about it.

"Oh...I see" you nod in acknowledgement. "I..never got your name by the way?"

"Ah how could I forget to introduce myself... My name is Vyn Richter, what about yours?"

"(Name), nice to meet you Vyn" you said.

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Ever since that encounter you two usually met coincidentally there at that book shop and sometimes at the café across from that book store.

Of course with those encounters you two exchange a word or two that extends to conversations that extends for quite some time. So at the end of the day you two got to know each other.

Your time with Vyn only grows and he got to know you. He got to realize about your sensitivity for words at your first meeting.  So he make sure that he watch his words much more carefully so he won't accidentally offend you like last time. He also realized your sensitivity for loud noises.

That happened when he invited you to catch up after not meeting each other after a busy week. Vyn invited you to catch up in the usual café you two always meet up.

As usual you also met up at the same time as always. But you noticed, lots of people starts to pack up the café. Like every once in a while you would hear the bell meaning some new people just entered. Then you realized then. "Is it holiday today?" You asked Vyn as you put down your drink.

"I think so..." He said as he looked down and took his phone that is on the table. He opened his calendar and looked to see if it is holiday or something.

He looked up after confirming. "It is holiday" he said as he smiled. "Oh...this café must be really famous" you said as you drink again.

Vyn nods. "Even if it weekday it doesn't have much people but I didn't expect to see this many now that its holiday." He said as he looked around.

"Mhm" you hummed trying to calm yourself down since its starting to get loud by people's chattering.

Vyn who looked back noticed how quiet and how you look uncomfortable. Not to mention the urge for you to cover your ears. (He could see by your body language) After gathering his thoughts he asked. "Hmm its getting a bit hot here too, do you want to go somewhere peaceful and have some fresh air (name)?"

You who was looking down the entire time to calm yourself looked up at the mention of leaving the once peaceful café. You immediately nod and so Vyn stands up as he extends his hand to you.

You took his hand out as you two left the café and goes to a park where its just you two. You sat down at the vacant swing as he too sat down next to yours.

He glanced at you checking if you starts to calm down. "Are you alright?" He asked. You looked at him and smiled softly. "Yeah thanks for offering to leave"

He shook his head. "No problem. Though I'm sorry for not noticing immediately that you dont like noisy places"

"No no I should be the one saying sorry....we were having a good time but had to stop because of..me" you looked down as you said that. "My fault too for not bringing my earphones"

"You should not blame yourself (name), besides I was also about to offer to leave the café because it was getting hot there and so we could also watch the sunset here" Vyn said as he smiled to reassure you and sure enough you smiled back.

"Thank you..." You said as you looked at the view in front of you. "You're welcome, you should tell me next time if you got uncomfortable too" he said as he also looked in front.

~~~

After that day, he made sure to bring extra earphones just in case it became too loud for your liking. And considering your comfort Vyn started to invite you to his home to just relax while listening to his collection of classical musics, have tea, read, bake or anything else because at least there its just you two and peaceful for you.

It doesn't mean that you two won't hangout anymore to other places, you two would still do that. He would let you choose the places you like to go to and when its his turn to pick he would search/research about some places where its quiet, where there is no much people. 

You notice how caring Vyn is, how he watch his words (even though you two became comfortable with each other and even though he made a mistake or two you completely understand since you know he mean no harm). Vyn also doesn't judge you like how people would normally do instead he helped you.

He also doesn't push you to get over the things your sensitive at instead he told you its alright to just be you, since he would be there no matter what. There always at your side but if you want to actually do it he would tell you to do it at a slow pace or a pace were you are comfortable.

Vyn is literally there that helped you through it all and most importantly he helped you to be at peace with yourself. Because of how calm Vyn is, you got affected that you also starts to be calm too (with his help of course).

When in the past you hated who you are and your sensitivity. Vyn...vyn loved who you were and guided you. In the end he is also the reason you start to accept yourself, love yourself, and starts to be a new person.

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Love at first sight

RZ Michael x gn reader

Summary: little dude gets a huge crush and gets angry about it. (Fluff if you squint with three glasses)

Note: I keep updating this story, sorry.

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It had been a few months since Michael got sent into the mental hospital.

Michael was in his room when he heard distant screaming, Getting curious, he decided to peek a little from his window and what he saw made his heart drop a little.

Although you were being quite literally manhandled by guards you still looked stunning.

He didn't realise it but he stared at you until you were out of his view.

But you are and will be just a cute looking random person, right?

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A few hours later it was lunch time and he saw you again, he stared at your face a lot longer and intensely than he intended and you caught him.

they're gonna think I'm creepy now.

But what you did next wasn't what he expected,

You waved and smiled at him.

and oh god did he feel like he was gonna die at how fast his heart was beating.

But then he started getting frustrated and angry, why was he feeling this way? Why does his heart beat so fast when he sees you? Was he scared of you? You? Scaring him with a smile and a wave? How dare you belittle him this way!

The poor boy felt so humiliated and he had never felt this way with someone before and so he started pretending to hate you.

You on the other hand thought he was so cool and intimidating and you also maybe had a big little crush on him and so you tried.

You tried so hard trying to befriend him by trying to chat with him or do nice things for him but that always went out the drain because he either ignored you or moved away from you, it looked like he hated you and you were so close to giving up but you knew patience is key, so you had to keep trying. Trying to befriend Michael gone wrong.

Michael was in a bad mood this day, he accidentally broke one of his mask he spent hours on and the guards bruised his wrist and he accidentally spilt food on himself and he was on his way to change, while he was huffing and puffing. The last thing he needed was you. Making him blush Coming to him when he was obviously in a bad mood and it was his last straw. Unknown to you of course.

Ironically you were in a good mood this time being, you were absolutely sure you can make progress this time when you learnt he liked making masks and was going to ask if he wanted to make some with you. You were also quite loud, yes. This was going to be his last straw.

"Hey Michael!" You reach out to him "Hey Michael, I was wondering if you wanted to make a mask with me,I have three in mind!" Dot. Dot. Dot. No answer. Maybe he somehow didn't hear you?

"Michael hello?" "Mic-"

You suddenly heard a loud slap noise and in a flash you were on the ground holding your cheek, it happened so fast it took a hot second for your body to realise you were slapped and then your cheek started burning and stinging so quickly and painfully you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming but tears were already forming in your eye and one of them already fell, not from the pain no, but from how hurt, humiliated and stupid you felt from thinking that you could've actually been friends with Michael. So now there was a burning aching feeling in both your cheek and your chest.

But you were hopeful, and you hoped so hopelessly that it wasn't Michael who slapped you but some random guard or some random patient and so you slowly looked up but as you already knew deep inside your heart, it was Michael. with his hand still semi in the air breathing heavily.

Guards who were nearby heard the sudden loud noise and came rushing.

"Ay you freak! What did you do?!" The mean guard asked.

"Don't call him that. Michael, what happened? What did you do?" The nice guard said calmly.

"God, there you go again, talking to the beast as if he's human, I mean- look at this thing!"

"That's not the problem right now, take Y/N to the infirmary, I'll take care of him." The nice guard said.

"Whatever" The mean guard rolled his eyes and took you not-so-nicely-and-gently to the infirmary.

The nurse there studied and inspected your face and mouth for a moment before saying "there's going to be a bit of a bruising, fortunately there's no serious damage to the inside of your mouth or your face." And then proceeded to hand you an ice pack, you took it tiredly and grumpily from all the mental fighting earlier, you walked so sadly with the aching feeling in your chest still lingering.

Michael now in his room had realised what he had done and he doesn't know what to do. He swears he didn't mean to do that! He didn't mean to hurt you! Can you forgive him? And his chest is the one now burning majorly and is feeling guilty, Wait what? Why is he thinking like this? What have you done to him! But then again, if he feels like this whenever he hurts you... Then this will be the first and last time he's ever gonna hurt you again.

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It was next day and everyone was in the cafeteria, he wouldn't have seen you if it weren't for you laughing with someone else near the benches, it hurt him and he doesn't know why, he was quite used to you chatting with him all day at the cafeteria while he ate the disgustingly bland food. It made him feel... Miserable. And he couldn't stand it, maybe you didn't see him? So he quietly stood up and kinda just stood where you were and huffed loudly as to catch your attention. You and your friend stopped talking and looked up at him. He expected you to smile and start talking to him but he didn't expect you to look down and grab your friend's hand and move far away from him.

He felt as if his heart was going to shatter like a porcelain cup being dropped. He kinda just stood there and sat down, and started kinda eating his food but he stopped since it tasted even more disgusting and bland than usual. Lunch time was over and Michael was waiting for you in the halls and when he saw you start walking in his direction he hoped you would start talking to him or apologize for ignoring him during lunch but nothing. You walked straight passed him even looking a bit on edge and nervous when you did and he couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he made you scared of him was hurting his heart so painfully. So he-

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Yes a cliff hanger since since I thought this was getting a bit too long and boring, also tell if there are any mistakes here or if things are escalating too quickly. the next part will be out tomorrow maybe or a few days later, bye!

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Ever since John's wolf attack, he has been acting a little strange. He has been sniffing things around, growling whenever he's startled, and whimpering whenever he wants your attention.

You and John are very close lovers. You've moved yourself into his tent and can almost read each other like a book. So ever since his accident, you've noticed something weird. His behavior starts to change a little, and he has a new habit where he goes out of your shared tent at midnight almost every single night, doing something God knows what, but you never question him anything about it and just let him be.

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One night, you got a little curious about his little sneak outs. after an exhausting day, you fell asleep in John's arms like a light, but that peaceful sleep was interrupted by him trying to shuffle out of your embrace. You continue pretending to sleep and slowly weaken your grasp on him to make it easier for him to escape and stay in bed for a few minutes after he's gone.

John was thankful that you had 'unconsciously' let him go and quietly made his way out of the tent. He went into the woods, going as far as he could, and sat down on a huge rock while looking up at the sky, waiting for the full moon to come.

You got out of bed after he's gone and put on your boots before leaving as well. You tried finding him in the camp, but he was not there until you saw a trail of his... foot?

"Did he go out barefoot? Strange..." You thought out loud to yourself and followed his footsteps. It was a long walk, but you eventually found the end of it. You looked around for a few minutes, trying to find him. Suddenly, you heard loud howling coming from not so far away from you. You followed the melody of the wolf and was surprised to see...

"John?.." you quietly said to yourself and quickly hid behind a tree while stalking him, not believing what you were seeing. John grew out ears that seemed like wolf's ears. He grew a fluffy gray tail and some claws. You were terrified of the sight of your boyfriend at that moment. Although, he wasn't really a full figure of a wolf, just him with ears and tail.

John seemed to notice your presence. He stopped howling at turned around behind him, looking out for who's out there. He began to sniff around the air, getting a familiar scent.

"[ ]?.." He said your name curiously. He began to walk to where you were, following your scent, making you scared for your dear life, thinking that he might just gobble you up. You stepped back quietly, looking around for an escape, but you accidentally stepped onto a branch on the ground, making it even obvious where you were.

John has some good hearing, and his ears perked up at the sound, speed walking to where the noise came from. You start to look around your surroundings in panic, trying to think really fast on where to go and run away, but before you could move on to another hideout, he quickly grabbed your wrist when you were about to make a run for it.

"[ ]? What are you doing here?! Were you following me?!" He growled but then calmed down, his eyes softening after he saw how scared you were of him. You didn't say anything for a moment. You only stood still, looking up at him in curiosity and also a slight fear. "You're... how are you— is that really you?.." you questioned him. "I— yeah... I might look crazy... and I really don't know how this can happen..." He replied softly while letting go of your wrist.

You start to calm down a little after you're sure that he's not going to hurt you. I mean, of course he wouldn't. You raised one of your hands to touch his ears but stopped for a moment for his consent. "Can I?" you softly asked him. He only nodded in response, slowly putting his head down a little bit so it would be easier for you to touch.

"But... how?! How is this logically possible?.." You thought to yourself out loud once again, confused about what is going on. John only shrugged his shoulders at your question, is also confused on what else to say. "It just happened... I also don't know how it works." He spoke up after you've inspected him further.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner?" You talked to him softly. "I thought you'd leave me for it, I'm sorry." He replied quickly and apologized to you. "Well, you thought wrong. Now, could you please explain to me what's... what's up with you?" Said yourself. He slowly nodded in reply with a sigh and sat down against the tree with you doing the same and made yourself comfortable beside him before he tried explaining himself as best as he could, he mostly let out some 'um' and 'uhh' since he's also confused about his little 'condition' and whenever he shifts.

After he explained the whole situation as much as he could, he let out a sigh and said, "It's... confusing, really. I also want to keep this as a secret... just between you. and me." "I'll keep this whole thing nice and quiet, don't you worry." You replied with a reassuring smile before giving him a light kiss on his cheek. John looked down at his lap in a slight embarrassment, not only that he was flustered about your sweet gesture but also about his problem that you just walked into.

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Ever since that, John has been more comfortable to be around you whenever he has shifted. After his full moon routine, he'd come back to their shared tent and fall into a deep sleep in your arms as you'd stroke his head soothingly. You also noticed a few things about his wolf-like ears. Like whenever he's annoyed about you, his ears would go in different directions. And when he's happy, it will perk up. When he's sad, it would just go backward or just flop down onto his head.

After that, you start noticing more things that John secretly does. Like, happily wagging his tail whenever he's excited to see you again or whenever you give him your love and affection to him. It was endearing, really, but keep in mind that the whole tails and ears thing only happens when there is a full moon, so these actions from him do not happen in the daytime.

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Both of you still kept 'Wolf Marston' a secret for years, never telling anyone else. Both of you prefer it that way anyway. John would tease you for dating and loving a werewolf. At first, it was funny until he wouldn't stop doing it, so one day, you got tired of it, and you just started scolding him till he stopped.

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Heyy err I haven't posted in a while sorryyy I just didn't have any motivation to write. I literally made the title like months ago and left it rotting in my drafts. I really like writing but I just haven't gotten any motivation to do it again

I hope you guys like this fanfic 4 me it's lowkey dog poop but I hope ppl will have a better opinion about it than mines!! - I do not know where I got John's picture from cause I just found it drowning in my gallery so I don't know who to credit, SORRYYY!!

Btw an Arthur Morgan fluff shot is coming in... whenever I have the motivation to continue it :3

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From The Bird's Eye View Chapter 4

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Although you achieved your dream of being a designer, you never considered meeting a man who's also a father.

Tim knelt near a broken-down car. 

He looks around his terrain, seeing a few mobsters with guns walking around. 

Tim has only been here for 10 minutes, not doubting that Bruce would be around soon. 

He felt bad for leaving you like that. Tim didn't mean to hurt you, but he needed to see his dad. He stealthily moved around, trying to not make much noise here at the car dump.

Suddenly, he accidentally tripped over a discarded car exhaust on the ground, drawing attention to the guards around him. He hid behind a car, hoping that no one would see him. Footsteps come closer to him until they now stopped.

“Hey man, it’s probably some rat. Don’t waste your time.” A guard said out loud. The other man growled as he stepped away, making Tim relieved. He turned forward, almost screaming as a figure was now in front of him. 

“Relax Tim, it’s me… Dick.”

Dick Grayson: the first son of you and Bruce. Tim has never met him until now

Tim relaxed as Dick took down his hand. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in San Francisco.” Tim asked.

“I was doing a recon mission nearby. My sensor alerted me that my old bike was here. Thought you’d be Bruce but… here you are.” 

Dick hasn’t been home in a few months. But you’ve been updating him about what’s been happening back at Gotham.

He feels bad that he hadn’t made it a point to introduce himself prior, but here they were, alone where the mafia was surrounding them.

More footsteps go up to them, and Dick dragged Tim away so they can be away from ear shot. 

They found higher ground, and Dick was looking down at the terrain, hoping to find a better way to escape. 

“You-You’re the first Robin.” Tim said in disbelief. 

Dick chuckles, slightly turning his way to Tim.

“Haven’t heard people call me that in a while. But I go by Nightwing now.” 

Tim nods his head as he joins Dick to overlook the ground.

“What are you doing here alone?” Dick asks. 

“I’m saving my dad. He disappeared a few weeks ago and Bruce found out he’d be here tonight.” 

Dick hears the glint of hope in Tim’s voice. He knows that feeling, he was like that hopeful kid that would be glued to Batman’s side.

He doesn’t want that for Tim.

“Does mom know that you’re here?” Dick asked, worried for you. 

Tim doesn’t reply right away as he looked down.

“She pleaded not for me to go. I think I broke her heart when she saw me wearing this.” He says, motioning at how he’s wearing Jason’s old suit.

“She doesn’t want you to get hurt, Tim. She lost… she lost too much.” 

Tim sits down, staring off at the distance.

“Why do I feel like she keeps so many secrets? It took her some time to talk about Jason for one, but I have no idea who she is before she met Bruce. How can I trust someone if I have not a single clue about what kind of person she is?”

Dick often questioned that himself when he first met his mom. She was happy, fun, caring… but looking at her closely made it seem she lived two lifetimes. She worried a lot, often looking over her shoulder when they go out.

But no matter what happened, she was always there for her two sons. Jason and Dick were equally loved and no one felt out of place or questioned her undying motherly love. 

He was about to tell Tim that, but suddenly two cars came into view. 

“Get up.” Dick whispered as they cowered behind so they wouldn’t be seen. 

Tim peered over and saw that the two cars parked in front of each other.

The first car was sleek as the windows were tinted. The driver came out and opened the back door and out came Two Face who looked more intimidating than ever. He looks around his terrain suspiciously as he digs into his pocket, finding his coin. 

The other car that was parked was a bit flashy, like someone hastily bought it. The driver got out, fixing his suit.

“Dad?” Tim said to himself. 

“Two Face! Thank you for coming tonight. It means a lot.” Mr. Drake said. 

“Really didn’t have a choice, but heard that you’re hiding from the GPD.” He said gruffly. 

Mr. Drake scoffs lightly, throwing his hand carelessly.

“That’s just a little precaution. Shall we talk business?” He says, motioning one of his guys to grab the goods.

Tim looks away, looking down at his shoes.

“I don’t understand, why is he doing this? He could barely even kill a rat and he’s dealing with Two Face?” Tim asked.

“Well, what did he do before this?” Dick asked.

“He was a manager at a car manufacturing factory. They had multiple 3D printers, they create silicone casings to protect automobile parts for importing.” 

Dick thinks as a thought came over his head. 

“I’ve been investigating an illegal organization that tried to smuggle guns over state borders. The FBI couldn’t detect any metal in the boxes until they realize they used other substances to let the firearms go undetected, some were silicone.”

Tim shared his head. 

“My dad’s a good person. He’d never do those things.” Tim said, starting to get hysteric.

Dick goes up to Tim, trying to ground him.

“Look Tim, we don’t know the definite truth right now. That’s the first step into investigations: observe before interfering. We stay low until the time is right, okay?” 

Tim only nodded his head as Dick patted his shoulder in comfort. The two boys resume their watch at the men below them. 

Mr. Drake brought out a wooden crate and pried it open with a tool. Two Face peered at the box, not looking impressed.

“I know what you’re thinking. It doesn’t look that impressive. But that’s the key! It looks like you’re just shipping car supplies and engines when in reality, it’s all the weapons you want to smuggle in and out of Gotham.”

Two Face peers down in the box, investigating if any of the merchandise looks anything suspicious. 

“I need to ask you something, Drake. I know your history. I know you’ve been going through financial problems since your wife died with her medical bills. So why the change of career paths?”

Drake looked a bit unhinged but he gained his cool. 

“You know how it is, Dent. One day you’re living the dream, the second later your life turns to shreds. This city spits you out once you show an ounce of weakness… and I’m done being stepped on.” 

Tim remembers when his dad’s boss would give him problems since Tim’s mom was sick. He had to work extra shifts and wouldn’t be able to be with family. And when Tim’s mom died, his dad changed. He got let go of his job and started working as a bagger, even when he had a master’s degree in business. He got bitter and upset, but he’d never taken it out on Tim. Tim was his last reminder that he was still that loving father and devoted husband. 

And now his father is here, dealing his life away to a corrupted attorney. 

Two Face digs something inside his coat and gave it to Drake. 

“As promised: new passport, insurance, and money to start a new life with your son.”

“What?” Tim said a bit too loud.

Everyone looks up as they heard Tim and raised their firearms. 

“Someone’s here!” A goon said. 

“Go around! No one gets in or out!” Two Face demanded.

Everyone spreads around on high alert. Dick and Tim are cornered, as any escape route they’d choose would kill them. There were footsteps that became louder towards their hiding spot. This was it. The guard was about to turn till suddenly, the lights went out.

“What the hell happened?”

“Who turned off the lights?”

Dick looks up and sees a shadow that glided down with his cape. 

Two Face sees this too and made a fist. 

“He’s here.” He whispered to himself. 

There was a thud that everyone heard and directed their bullets to the sound. Then, there were screams. A guard tried running away, screaming out loud.

“It’s the bat!” 

Dick takes this opportunity to grab Tim away from all of this.

“C’mon, I need to get you out of here.” 

Tim tries to stop Dick but he was running too fast. 

“I’m not leaving without my dad!” Tim yelled heading a different direction.

“Tim!” Dick yelled back but the young Drake boy was out of ear shot.

“Gotcha.” A man said out of the shadows, pointing his rifle at Nightwing. 

Dick raised his hands up, not wanting to deal with this.

“Look buddy, right now’s not the time.” 

“Well too bad, cause my boss would love knowing that I got-”

The guard didn’t even had time to finish his sentence as Batman swooped down, knowing him down. 

Batman looks at his son with no emotion. 

“You’re late.” Dick said. 

“Something caught my attention.” Bruce replied, walking over to him. 

“Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“He started running towards his dad, I’m afraid things will get ugly.” Dick said.

“We did show up uninvited.” Bruce replied as they heard more men come their way, getting in their stance to fight. 

Meanwhile, Tim was running in the maze of rubble, avoiding the men that came in sight. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of his dad who was fleeing the scene. 

“Dad!”

Drake turns around, accidentally letting his packet fall to the ground and sees a young boy go up to him, hugging him tightly.

“T-Tim?” His dad asked, surprised. 

Tim nods, relieved that he finally reunited with his father. 

“I know you were trying to make ends meet after mom died, but this isn’t the right way.”

“Why are you wearing that and- where did you come from?” Mr. Drake asked, shocked. 

“There’s no time to explain, we have to leave and I promise we could get help.” 

Tim bends down and is about to retrieve his dad’s packet, but he saw the items contained. 

It was all the things Two Face described: the money plates, an insurance card and one passport.

One passport.

“Son… let me explain.” 

Tim looks at him, eyes stinging with tears.

“You’re leaving me?”

“It’s not like that, Tim. I was going to get you back one way or another.” He said, reaching out to his son, but Tim moved away. 

“I was looking for you! I couldn’t sleep because I was trying to figure if you were hurt or worse I- I thought you left to protect me.” 

Drake gets on his knees and placed his hands on his shoulders. 

“Look Tim, I am so sorry that I left. You’re right… when mom died I was a wreck. Our insurance couldn’t cover all the payments from the hospital and my job was leading me nowhere. When I heard that people make triple the money than what I was doing, I had to try. But I knew I’d make enemies and the police was hot on my trail. Know that I was doing everything for us.” 

Tim makes a fist in anger. 

“If you did it for us, you should have stayed.” 

Drake lets go of his son and stood up. 

“So what, you’re going to arrest me?” He asked. 

Tim couldn’t even reply. His father just committed a serious offense, and he’s really guilt-tripping his only son?

Drake got ahold of his packet and stared at his son. 

“Come with me Tim, and we can leave this entire city behind. There’s nothing left for us here.” 

This was it… Tim could finally be reunited with his father. What was left here for Tim? 

He didn’t really have friends, he could still excel in another school-

And then he thought of you. 

If he left now without saying goodbye, she’d be facing the same heartbreak as her late son. She cared for him, she made sure he wasn’t over-exerting himself when he was balancing his internship and school work, you… you cared for him. 

“I can’t leave dad. I’m sorry.”

Drake looks down then back at his kid, not knowing what to say.

He turns around and runs away from Tim and tries to escape, leaving the young boy heartbroken. He feels a hand on his shoulder, turning around to see Bruce who pitied Tim. 

Tim bursted into tears and hugged Bruce. 

Bruce hugged Tim back, as if protecting him from all that has happened that night. 

But then, a shot rang in the air. 

Tim looked up and, frightened as it came from the direction his dad left. He left Bruce as his feet carried to where the gunshot happened.

“Tim!” Bruce called out, following him. 

Tim ran and ran until he stopped in his tracks seeing his father lie still on the ground, eyes opened and still. 

Standing over his body was Two Face, who had gun in his hand. 

“What did you do?” Tim screamed. 

Two face turned around, stunned that the young Robin had such hurt in his voice. The young boy knelt down on the ground where his father’s body was, trying to shake him to wake up but it was useless. Tim tried to charge at him but Nightwing came, holding Tim. 

“We need to leave, you can’t stay here.” Nightwing demanded.

Tim tried yelling, thrashing his arms around but it was useless. The two ran away and all that Tim can feel is regret as he never had the chance to save his father from himself. 

In just moments, Batman arrived as his face was emotionless. 

“Here to end my suffering?” Two Face asks, not turning around as he already sensed who was there. 

“No, but I’m wondering why you’ve targeted Drake.” Bruce says.

Two face chuckles, now turning to Bruce with his scarred side. 

“I wasn’t supposed to come tonight. But Drake had the upper hand, said he knows all of my secrets from a source. He threatened to take away my-” Harvey gulps, as he almost said his daughter. 

“He threatened to take away the only thing that mattered to me.”

Bruce jaw clenches, knowing that Two Face was mentioning you. 

“You know what comes next, Dent.”

Two Face looks up to the sky, taking a deep breath.

“I’m done with fighting…” he murmured, throwing his gun towards the ground as he surrendered. 

Soon, the whole crime scene was surrounded by police as Nightwing gave an anonymous tip that there was criminal activity. As they were about to march in to find any criminals, they stopped in their tracks as Batman was escorting Two Face to them. 

Harvey Dent didn’t looked like any of the other convicts who looked angered or appeared like they failed. He just look tired, tired of the life that was forced into his hands. 

After talking to the police, Bruce traveled back home alone as he knew Dick took Tim back to the manor. Once he arrived in the cave, Alfred rushed up to him in a hurry. 

“Where is he?” Bruce asks. 

“Upstairs, with the madame.” Alfred said quietly as Dick broke the news as he arrived with a hysteric Tim.

Bruce didn’t have time to change as he rushed to the living space, trying to find you. Once he arrives, he hears Tim’s cries and another voice that was trying to calm him. Bruce came closer and saw the back of you as you held Tim close to your chest as he was still shaking and crying. 

You turned around slightly and made eye contact with Bruce. From your eyes, he could tell you were feeling so many things: remorse for Tim, anger that Bruce allowed him to go on this mission, and fear of your father.

But you broke your glance as you returned your attention to Tim, whose cries became quiet whimpers. Soon, he was sleeping in your lap as you softly brush his hair through your hands. 

“Here’s some water for him when he wakes up.” Dick whispered as he placed a glass by your side.

“Thank you, Dick.” You softly replied, looking at your eldest son.

“It’s not a problem.” He replied.

“No I mean, thank you. For being there.” 

Dick gives a small smile to you and kissed the top of your head. 

“I’ll be staying for a few days to help out. Love you mom.” He said.

“Love you too, sweety.” You said as Dick made his way up into his old room.

You look down at Tim as he slightly shivered. You were trying to look for a blanket until Bruce was in front of you with one in his hand. He stood there still as if asking for permission. You nod your head as he laid the blanket over Tim and you. 

You had a lot of things to say to Bruce and he shared the same thoughts. 

Bruce was about to speak but you gave him a serious look. 

“I don’t want to fight, Bruce. Tim's here, and he needs us more than ever. Can we… take one last pause? Just for tonight?” 

Bruce nods and holds you close. You rest your head by his shoulder and rested your eyes, soon enveloped in sleep. Bruce made sure to not move and held you in his arms, wanting to protect you with his very being.

The day arrived when you and Bruce were at your appointment with Dinah. The drive was silent heading over as you and Bruce haven’t really spoken since that night. Both of your heads turn when you see Dinah giving both of you a comforting smile. 

You went inside her office, as you both sat down on a couch that faced her chair. She sat down in front of you and laced her hands by her lap.

“It’s good to see you Bruce.” She says, as this was the first time Bruce ever stepped foot inside the Justice League Grief Center. 

Bruce gives a courteous nod as he shifts in his seat, slightly feeling uncomfortable. 

“As a reminder, I’m here to listen, observe, and asses if necessary. You’re in a safe place. So, who would be the first to answer some questions?” 

You and Bruce look at each other and Bruce nods his head, agreeing to start.

“Okay, let’s start with something easy. What’s a fun day that you experienced with your family?”

“When I flew us to San Francisco and took the Titans out at the Bay Area. It was one of the rare times I didn’t really have to worry about my responsibilities as… you know.” Bruce said. 

“Do you often worry about being a vigilante?” She asks.

“When I first started, no. It was easy to just get hurt one night and don’t think of the consequences later. But, I realized there’s more at risk when I started opening to the idea of being apart of a family again.” 

“That’s a lot of pressure, wanting to protect your city but ensuring the safety of your loved ones. My next question is this: did you allow yourself to grieve when you lost your son?”

And that’s when Bruce didn’t answer right away. 

He often thought that being Bruce Wayne was a role. He’d often be on autopilot at interviews or press, giving a logical and flamboyant answer in a matter of seconds.

But for some reason, he felt like he was sinking in quicksand. 

“N-No.” He stuttered quietly. 

“Why is that?” 

The collar around his neck began to tighten. He tried stretching it out, but his breathing became thin. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words don’t come out. Out of nowhere, a comforting hand is on his knee. He turns and sees you. Your eyes were soft, as if reassuring him.

“I blame myself that he’s gone.” 

A beat passes and he turns to you.

“I never should have left him alone. I didn’t expect that the Joker would be there. And when I got back to him… it was too late. And when I called you I- I felt like I took away your trust. I promised you I’d get him home safe and- I broke that promise.”

Bruce felt the unfamiliar tears threatening to fall. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so- sorry.” He whispered.

You felt tearing up too as you look at Bruce.

“I never blamed you Bruce… not once. You never forgave yourself and you decided to keep your distance. But Alfred needed you. Dick needed you. I needed you.” You said, your voice slightly cracking.

You look over at Dinah who’s also tearing up. 

“I want to tell him.” You said to her. She nodded her head and she stepped out silently to give you two space. 

“What’s going on?” Bruce asks, concerned. 

You take a shaky breath as you nervously looked at Bruce. 

“There’s something I haven’t been honest about. A week after Jason died… I - I started getting sick. I went to the doctors and they diagnosed me with early-stage ovarian cancer.”

Bruce sat there, still as a statue.

“I got treatment immediately, but they said that I may never have the chance to be pregnant in the future. I couldn’t - I couldn’t come to terms with it because I - I haven’t told anyone but Dinah because I’ve been trying… trying to piece back this family but I can’t do this alone anymore.”

Bruce closes the gap between you and holds you close to him.

You could hear him crying out loud, no longer able to hold back.

He knew how much you wanted to grow your family.  He knew that you wanted to have a baby with him. And Bruce wanted that too. 

“I should have been there for you.” He said, his touch around becoming tender.

More tears came down your face as you hold him tighter. 

Soon, Bruce lets go and looks at you. 

He softly brushes away the tears from your cheeks. 

“I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness.”

“What are you talking about, Bruce? You do whatever it takes to save everyone around you. But I can never get through to you. I just feel like we still don’t trust each other and it’s dividing us.” 

Bruce shakes his head up and down and holds your hands. 

“You’re right. This ends now: the secrets, the holding back, everything. I want you to know that I trust you with my entire life. I love you. Please, give me one last chance to make things right.” 

You hesitate for a moment, brushing the strands of hair that was in his face.

“I love you too, but we take things one step at a time. Okay? No more doing things alone. And no more secrets.”

Bruce nods his head as he kisses your temple.

“No more secrets.” 

You two thanked Dinah for today and scheduled your next appointment with her. On the drive back to Gotham, you two intertwined your hands as Bruce drove, and you two shared loving gazes from time to time. 

Soon, you arrive at a restaurant where you’ll be meeting Dick, Tim, and Alfred. Dick was leaving in two days so you wanted to spend much time with him, but he also wanted to know Tim better. 

“Hey, mom.” Dick said getting up, greeting you and Bruce at the table. 

“Hi, sweety.” You said, hugging him tightly.

“I think you’re due for a haircut soon.” Bruce lightly joked. 

“I don't know, I think my new hairdo is fitting.” Dick teased. 

“My dear, how was your appointment?” Alfred asked. 

“It was… it was good. We talked a lot, but we’re taking it one day at a time.” You said, smiling back at Bruce. 

Bruce takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“Not that I mind, but I was wondering why we’re here. Alfred mentioned we’re celebrating something.” Tim asked. 

You look over at Bruce, motioning him to continue.

“Well, we were wanting to wait till dessert. But, we wanted to give you something.” Bruce said, getting a small envelope and handing it to Tim.

The young boy opens it and doesn’t react yet. 

He looks up to you guys with tears in his eyes. 

“You want to be my foster parents?” He asks. 

You turn to Tim, nodding your head yes.

“I know a lot has happened. But I want you to know this. The memories you made with your parents are still inside of you, don’t ever forget where you came from. I can’t imagine a life without you, Jason, or Dick. You three are always important to me, and I’d love if I could be someone who’s able to love as much as your parents.” 

Tim wipes his tears and shakes his head vigorously. 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He said, getting out of his seat to hug you.

You give a tearful smile as you hold him tightly. Bruce is tearing up as well as Dick and Alfred. 

You both let go and start to collect yourselves. 

“Okay, enough crying. Let’s eat!” You said, making everyone laugh at the table. 

Far from the restaurant, a young man looks over at the scene.

Anger and jealousy fuel him as he makes a fist. 

“They moved on after how many days you passed.” Talia Al Ghul said, walking around him. 

“You can strike them now I suppose. But if you are patient enough, you can exact rightful revenge.”

“Why did you want to bring me back?” The young man said. 

Talia stops as she stares in the same direction he has. 

“I offered the world to Bruce many years ago, powers that he had no idea existed. But his humanity stopped him since he met… her.” She gritted.

“Let’s remind him that his inner darkness is there, somewhere, and that he should embrace it.” She replied, giving a slight smirk.

“How do we start that?” The person asks.

She turns to the young before him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It starts with you, Jason Todd. You shall remind Bruce of how he began his journey in the shadows.” She said, before walking away.

Jason looks at you all again, seeing how you moved on from him. He turns away as he starts his own journey, marking the night he became the Red Hood. 

[amspams]

Protective father

A/N: After one accidental deletion, crying my heart out and having to rewrite the whole thing, I've finally finished another fanfic. :,)

TW: Swearing, violence, child abuse

Glenda had gotten herself into some trouble. She watched as one of the other girls she'd been playing with - Katy - wailed in front of her. Who knew a simple game of tag in the park would lead to this? If only that whiny bitch hadn't refused to be 'it' when Glenda had caught her, Glenda would not have shoved her. Now Katy was going to have to deal with her bloody, scraped knees, by herself.

And Glenda did not feel any remorse for her actions. In fact, she was amused by the little girl's sobbing. Glenda thought Katy was being way too dramatic over what happened. It was only a few scratches after all.

"Glenda, what did you do!?" Said a panicked voice from behind her. Glenda turned around to see her twin brother, Glen, staring at her with wide eyes. "Is she hurt?"

"No-" Glenda replied stoically, but was interrupted by Katy.

"Glenda pushed me!" She cried.

"I did not!" Glenda denied, and stomped towards her.

Glen tried to hold her back. "Glenda, stop! It's not worth it."

"She's lying! She hurt me for no reason!" Whined Katy.

"Shut up, you cunt!"

However, just as Glenda was about to kick the sobbing girl, someone grabbed her by her wrist and flung her back. Glenda landed on the ground with a thud. The force of the impact took her by surprise, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Glen quickly ran to his sister's side. "Oh no. Are you well?"

"Does it look like I'm-"

A man grabbed Glenda by her shirt and lifted her up, letting her feet dangle above the ground. "You little brat, what gave you the right to treat my daughter like that, huh!?"

The twins gasped, and Glenda frantically tried to wriggle her way out of the Katy's father's grip.

"Please don't hurt her, sir," Glen pleaded. "She didn't mean to-"

"Stay out of this, boy!" The man yelled before shifting his attention back to Glenda. "You little shit. Did your parents teach you nothing?"

"Let go of me, asshole!"

"Oh I'll let you go, alright," spat the man. "I'll let you go after you're hurting just as much as my Katy is!"

The man let Glenda fall back down before grabbing her by her shoulders and violently shaking her. "You think you can just walk off with no concequences? I'm gonna teach you a lesson your parents should've a long ago."

"DADDY!" Screamed Glenda. "Daddy, der Mann tut mir weh!" (Daddy, the man hurts me!)

The man clasped a hand over her mouth. "Stop screeching, girl. And speak english!"

Just when it seemed as if the man was about to strike her, he was violently shoved away by an infuriated Chucky. "And what the hell do ya think you're doin'?"

The man was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. "I was just-"

"That was a rhetorical question, idiot," said Chucky, and punched the man in the face. A horrible cracking noise was heard when his fist made contact with the man's nose. Chucky had more than likely broke it. "I don't give a flying fuck about your excuse. You don't hit kids. Especially not my kids."

Glen covered his eyes whilst Glenda grinned from ear to ear at her father's display of aggression. Chucky forced the man down to the ground.

"Get off me, you freak!" The man demanded, and tried to push Chucky off of him. But he was no match for him. Chucky had been fighting his whole life. He grew up on the streets after all. Your average man stood no chance against him, and he was very well aware of that.

"Shut up," Said Chucky, and held him down.

"Ya know, if we weren't in public right now, I'd..."

Chucky trailed off when he saw two officers approaching.

"Please get off, sir. We'll take it from here."

Chucky did as he was told, but before he got up, he whispered into the man's ear loud enough for only him to hear. "Lock your door, dickhead. We're not done here."

Chucky then picked Glenda up and took Glen's hand before walking back to the car with them. "Lucky bastard," he muttered.

[kaethefangirl]

Instead of thinking of prompts and forgetting them I decided to start writing tiny little fics ab them

Ling stares down at the kid in front of him as he walks directly behind him — maybe he's too close because he accidentally stepped on the back of the kid's shoes more than once but whatever, it's college, he probably won't even see him again.

"And you're sure you know where the robotics class is?" Ling asks for the third time.

The kid nodded shortly and didn't even spare Ling a glance. He hadn't looked at Ling at all, for that matter. The air was awkward and Ling was overly-conscious of every step he took and the way his sneakers squeaked against the newly polished university floors.

He gulped and it seemed as if the noise echoed throughout the entire hall, but theres no way it was audible to anyone except himself. The boy he was following turned his head slightly to shoot Ling a quizzical look.

Well, when in doubt—

Ling took a deep breath before breaking the silence. "I've been skipping for the past few weeks— for a very good reason, mind you— but I hear the professor is cool. I also hear he's hot but that's neither here nor there. Professor Mustang, I think."

Talk. He'd made lots of friends this way, with his inability to stay silent.

The short blonde kid replied with a grunt.

"I didn't really want to take this class to begin with but Lan Fan — my best friend — she forced me to fill my schedule and I thought robotics sounded cool so, you know, here we are."

"Fascinating."

Ling furrowed his brows. Was the kid anti-social or did Ling make a bad impression earlier...?

"I'm Ling."

Another grunt.

"What's your name?" Ling pressed. He was going to make this kid like him.

"Ed."

"Ed. Cool. You must have robotics too?"

"You could say that."

"I didn't know freshmen could take this class," Ling smiled, hoping he'd just insinuated that Ed was smart.

"Not a freshman." Ed grinds out. Ling's jaw snaps shut at the tone of voice. God, the last time Ling has felt this socially awkward was when he first transferred to a public middle school.

He felt a tension between them that he was itching to get rid of. "Today there's a substitute. He's known around campus for being super bitchy. But he's also won a Nobel prize! Hey—" Ling happened to turn his head and he caught a view of one of the trophy cases. Inside of which was a framed picture of a Nobel prize being handed to—

"Why is he handing the award to you...?" Ling visibly deflated as he slowly turned his head back to the short blonde.

"You're the substitute, aren't you?"

"Yep."

"Kill me."

Finally, Ed laughed. It was loud and boyish and Ling loved it. He always loved to make people smile.

"Look, kid—" Ed starts.

"I'm 21! Not a kid."

"I'm 22, and I say you are."

"No way you're older than me! You're so sh—"

"Don't say it!"

"Say what? Shor—"

"Stop!"

[mrshamada-dorian]

adeuce (accidentally) tries an edible

honestly the last one was so fun and easy to write, i had to try it with the trouble-making duo themselves. by the time im posting this, my birthday is in one day. all i ask is that you shoot me an ask. it can be anything really. i just want more mutuals on tumblr tbh. leona ver. idia ver. azul ver.

cw; drugs

telling ace and deuce not to touch something always results in them touching it. it didn't matter what it is. you could tell them not to touch a hot stove and next thing know, you're treating their hands for third degree burns.

ace was the heathen that always started it. he would get the urge to do it and exactly that as long as you weren't around.

and although you have more faith in deuce, he wasn't exactly an angel either. ace always managed to drag him into his scheme.

but it always ends with you giving them an earful that rivaled riddle's.

it was beginning to become a problem (especially for your snacks) so you came up with a plan.

don't them about it. if they didn't know, then they wouldn't touch anything right?

WRONG!

you had decided to take up a part time job at sam's mystery shop as crowely was a shitty headmaster and just barely provided you with thaumarks (or madol if you prefer) to maintain yourself.

you were planning to hangout with ace and deuce that night so you told them to go ahead and let themselves in.

which they happily did.

ace immediately planned to raid your kitchen. he always managed to find your secret stash no matter how many times you moved it.

deuce, as always, tried to stop him, but still ended up in the kitchen where they saw something that was equally as desirable as your snack stash.

the was a pan of delicious looking brownies just waiting to be eaten.

ace could feel himself drooling just looking at them. he immediately went to grab a piece when deuce. he gave the normal spiel of "you can't do that!" "you didn't ask!" "they'll get mad if you do!"

so what's one way to shut up a wannabe goody two shoes?

involve them in your crime.

ace went through with taking a piece. but instead of eating it himself, he stuffed it in deuce's mouth.

just as deuce was getting ready to complain, the flavor hit him. that shit... WAS SO GOOD HOLY FU-

it was almost a good as trey's baking (emphasis on the almost). it was so good and moist and- WAIT DID YOU ADD STRAWBERRIES?! ... deuce might've just fallen in love with a brownie.

ace was just having the audacity to smirk watching deuce dig his own grave. all it took was a light push on his behalf.

they both mutually agrees that the rest of those brownies had to go... in their mouths.

and about an half and hour later they were resting on your couch after finish the whole pan, well deuce wasn't really sitting. he was pacing because he knew you were going to be upset and ace's care free attitude was not helping.

it wasn't going to take long for you to get home and- opp there you go and suddenly somethings not right.

ace was feeling calm and giggly. way too calm for someone who was about to get cussed the fuck out. he would be freaked out, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.

deuce, on the other hand, was panicking like crazy. you would think that his momma was coming to beat his ass after doing something stupid.

out of the two, deuce immediately knew what was going on. he has gotten high before back in his delinquent days. now he's wondering why the fuck you had weed and where you got it from.

deuce's first reaction is grab ace and hide. but seeing as ace didn't want to move and deuce's cognitive functions were not functioning, they both fell to ground with a loud thud and a shit ton of giggles.

after hearing the noise all the way from the foyer, you ran to the living room only to find your two dumb idiots laying on the floor, one howling in laughter while the other one was in tears.

deuce's tear stricken face looked up at you in so much fear, it made you think that you were a monster intruding in on them.

but then you got to look at them. like REALLY look at them, and by the look in there eyes you could tell what was really going on.

oh yea you were definitely going to give them BOTH a reason to cry now.

[doodlesbf]

Chapter 11

Tagging @luimagines

Hyrule watch the group do their own thing but he can't get the feeling of a deep uneasiness and dread off as he move his hand sleeve down to see his Triforce then glance over to the sleeping child that legend is still sitting next to them then glance back to his own hand in a thought.

Hyrule's thought: how could the golden Goddesses and hyila let this happen to a blind kid? Is this a sick game to them?? Why??!

Hyrule shake his head to stop himself from thinking too much on his thoughts that start to became more questions than answers. He needs to focus on something else as he thought that just then one of the members call hyrule for something, hyrule hear them and get up to go see whoever call him just hyrule is glad to have something or someone to destructing from the thoughts for a while. Legend still sit by wind bedroll that have the sleeping child in and legend withdraw his hand from the child back to bring his hand back as wind came over to see legend and the sleeping child.

Wind: hey legend, how buddy?-

Legend look to wind and quiet told wind to not be loud since the child is sleeping and wind get it.

Wind speak to legend in a quiet voice in order not to wake the sleeping child.

Wind: time have summon you to talk.

Legend: again? *sign* okay but someone have to look after-

Wind: I will watch them and beside wild is cook so they'll likely wake up to hear him.

Wind say as legend get up from the ground and do a stand to creak his back then nod to wind since wild does make noises while cooking but it'll be good timing since he put the kid to nap a while ago. Legend head to were time is as wind watch him go then turn his head back to the sleeping child as he sit down. Wind raise his hand to reach to the child ear to lightly touch it but their ear wind touched twitch from the touch alone that wind chuckle.

Wind: aryll would love to met you..shell probably yellowtail that she's a big sister. Heh.

Mmmm....

Wind see the child move but also they slow to open their cloudy eyes, wind realize that he accidentally woken them up but the child yawn then move their hand to rub their eyes.

Child: hello?...

Wind: sorry buddy. Didn't mean to wake you up.

Child ear wiggle to hear wind voice and hum as a response.

Child: big brother wind.

Wind can feel warm to be called that and couldn't help but smile then he (blind too) hear what sounds like warrior and twilight and wind look over to see that the two are wrestling likely warrior bodyslam twilight again and twilight didn't like to be rudely woken up that way.

Wind was going to say something but stop himself to notice from the corner of his eye the blind child's ears wiggling to pick up sounds and wind look to them and he slowly smile as the child title their head to hear more.

Wind: twilight and warrior are wrestling.

Blind: oh, so those noises are them?

Wind: yep but don't worry they do this as a friendly-

Twilight throw warrior off as warrior made a noise then he roll himself on his stomach and sign.

Warrior: heh, cheap move rancher.

Twilight: oh is the captain complaining?

Warrior was going to say something back but wild voice break through their little fan.

Wild: okay, that's enough. Time to eat!

Blind child heard but is rubbing their own face with their hands to make sure there's no drool and rub the sleep out their cloudy eyes while they can hear few footsteps around them moving. Once they believe they're okay enough, they put their hands down so they can get out of what feel like a blanket and try place the blanket down like they never used it. Wind waited for them then gently poke his hand to the child hand for them to hold his hand. Once Wind see and felt the child hold his hand that wind guilde them to the fire pit were the chain are gathering and already chit-chat or eating their food.

Wind make sure to let them know that the log is infront of them once at the firepit and half help them to sit on the log. Wild smile to see the two youngest are here and he hand wind his bowl and he hand the child their while he let them know what's in their bowl and warn them that the food is hot. The child carefully hold the bowl and they nod to wild since their curious on what it'll taste.

The child carefully lift the wooden spoon to the food inside their bowl then lift the spoon to put it in their mouth slowly so the heat doesn't burn their mouth. The child cloudy eyes widen and ears pin up shock on their face.

Child thought: yummy!!

The child take another spoon full and nipping their food happily while trying not to be too loud but wild have a soft smile on his face to glance over to see the child reaction to his cooking and when he sneak glance to the others, he seen them have smile on their faces as well to seen the child happily eating but the one thing they all silently agreed on is how slient the child is beening. They wouldn't mind it but it kindof off them all in some way.

Time: we'll be moving before Dawn. Best not be here for too long.

Warrior: agree and we need to find town too on the-

Wind: we shouldn't be rushing guys.

Hyrule: wind, we're also need to get some *he glance to the blind child* Supply.

Legend: yeah, can't let them continue to wear those...

Child let out a hum after they swollen their food to show they finished eating and title their head a bit to hear.

Child: wear what?

Legend was going to open his mouth to speak but sky beat him to it.

Sky: new clothes for you kiddo, it get some what colder in hyrule ground.

Child: really? Sky?

Sky: yes kiddo but don't worry, you'll be fine in my sailcloth or twilight's wolfpelt.

The child slightly felt nervous but nod as sky smile slightly to see the child be nervous again but four clear his throat to break the conversation.

Four: so does anyone know were we should go?

Wild: it might be my time. Since there's more field/space?

Warrior: probably or probably not since your time have more of those himox.

The group talk a bit more while some go clean their bowls and spoons, the child help with that since they don't want to be in anyone ways as time watch them til he lift his hand to rub the bridge of his nose.

Warrior: don't worry time, the child is-

Time: so young... innocent too....

Twilight and wild slient agree but once the small group return and the group go to their bedrolls minus Twilight. Twilight taken first watch of the night so his bedroll is available for the child to sleep in peace and as well stay warm too.

For some luck the group have actually good sleep and of course twilight goes to warrior for him to do second night watch and so on til morning. Wild made a easy yet fulfilling breakfast for everyone that they hit the road before its scheduled time. Time lead with warrior & twilight as wind,four and child behind them then hyrule, legend with wild, sky. Some the boys make small conversations here or there's as the blind child is holding sky hand since sky offer but unknown to the child is that the boys wants to be the child guide but sky beat them all to it which sky grin to his victory.

The group walk for almost six hours and time thought that a break is needs til warrior step forward.

Warrior I know were we are, a town is close.

Wind: thank goddess. Thought we'll be walking forever.

The child blink and felt sky moving and start walking too and wanted to ask something but keep their mouth shut out of habit. The group walk a bit more til like warrior say a town appear and the group walk into town and see the people walking around doing their normal tasks or businesses.

Warrior right away say he'll go check on information collecting, wild take twilight to gather on possible food or other things need, time and sky, four are a group to check on weapons wind ran off to do gods knows so it leaves hyrule and legend with the blind child.

Legend knows right away what they should do and gently hold the child hand.

Legend: come kiddo, let's find you some-

Hyrule: legend weres your hat?

Legend confused reached his hand up to his hair to feel that his hat is gone and when he look around he only remembers that he left it on the child and look to the child to find them have his hat still on them but this time hug it.

Child sense eyes on them and swollen their nerves.

Child: I'm sorry, it was soft.

Legend: don't worry kiddo, was just checking is all.

The child nod and walk with the two as legend lift his other hand to sign language hyrule of were their headed and the reason why as hyrule nod.

Hyrule: they love it.

Child: who love what, big brother hyrule?

Hyrule: that's a surprise buddy.

Child: oh? A surprise? Hehe.

Hyrule follow legend lead as the child still holding legend hand and their ears would wiggle to hear everything going on in the town that they'll flinch to a sound that's too loud but would softly squeeze legend hand.

Legend felt the child hand squeeze his hand but they reach a shop ,legend glad it's still in the same spot and legend would gently squeeze the child hand back as to comfort them.

Legend: we're here buddy.

Child: here? Is it the surprise?

Hyrule: yep and hopefully they have your size.

Hyrule walked forward to grab the door knot to twist it in order to open the door and he let legend with tye child to go first than himself and inside this shop Hyrule shock and bewildered to see hundreds and hundreds of clothes.

[i-like-art-and-spiderman]

All the Peters like to embarrass each other Infront of the other's Harry's.

Peter 2 saves his Harry(Raimi) from a villain. He takes him back to their new apartment Harry 2: You need any help? Peter 2: No, I got this stay here? Harry 2: Peter. Peter 2: Yeah. Harry 2: *kisses Peter* Stay safe. Peter 1, hiding behind a bush and whispering: OMG Just fuck already. Peter 3, also whispering: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Peter 1: Sorry. Before Peter 2 could investigate he got distracted by an explosion. Quickly realizing that he still had a villain on his hands, he went back into action.

Harry stared back at the bush.

Peter 1: You think he can hear us? Peter 3: Shhh! Peter 1: No, you shhhhhhhh! Peter 3: I'm older than you! You don't get to shhh me, I get to shush you!

Peters 3 and 1 continue to shush each other as Harry walks up to the bush. Both of their spider senses activate as they pop their heads out of the bush to see a tall man with short curly hair look down at them.

Harry 2: Shouldn't you two be in your own universes? Peter 1: We wanted to visit Peter two. Harry: And yell about how you want me and him to 'fuck already'? Peter 3 and Harry looked at Peter 1. Peter 1: It's not my fault you guys have so much tension! I was just calling it out. Peter 3: Wait, was that your first kiss!? Peter 1: NO! I ruined the moment! Harry: It wasn't. Peter 3: Shut. Up Peter 1: You liar. Harry: Nope not lying.

Peter 1: When did it happen? Peter 3: Please tell us. Harry: . . . He's going to kill me later but sure.

(30 mins later)

Peter 1 and 3 finished dealing with another threat in town and decided to go out for burgers. Peter 2 caught up with them a few minutes after they finished eating.

Peter 2: You know you could have called? Peter 1: Sorry PP we wanted to surprise you. Peter 3: Yeah, by the time we arrived you were flirting with Hare Bear, and we didn't want to interrupt. Peter 2: . . . Peter 1, cracking up: Yeah, you and your pumpkin bomb make a cute couple. Peter 3, also cracking up: I know right? Spidey and Goblin Jr. are so cute together.

Peter 2 chases both Peters.

Peter 2: YOU TWO ARE DEAD YOU HEAR ME! DEAD!!!!!

Neither Peter 1 nor 3 seemed to care as they continuously laughed while they swung away from their angry older brother. This would have continued till sunrise, however Peter 2 stopped when he saw Harry laughing hysterically at a picture of him (Peter) angry. Apparently, his little brothers and Harry made a deal. Harry would tell them all the embarrassing nicknames they gave each other in exchange for photos of Peter mid scolding or fighting them. Apparently, Harry thinks angry Peter is adorable if not hilarious.

Peter 3 and his Harry (Harry 3/TASM Harry) are making out in Oscorp when Harry pulls away.

Peter 3 looks at him in confusion: What is it?

Harry doesn't respond but starts to laugh instead.

Peter: What. What is it?

Peter 3, following Harry's gaze, looks in back of him. He turns around to see Peter 1 and Peter three sitting on the railing. Peter 1 is eating popcorn while Peter 2 gives him a supportive thumbs up.

Peter 3 stares at both of them in embarrassment and annoyance both emotions being elevated by Harry's increasingly loud laughter. Peter 3 gave both of them a dirty look and went to close the curtains. Both Peter 2 and 1 dramatically pretended to be horrified, causing an even louder reaction out of Harry.

Harry: Don't be mad at them love!

Peter grabs both curtains intending to close them. In a fit of rage, he accidentally rips the curtains and curtain rod off the wall, causing Peter one to fall, Peter 2 to cover his mouth, Peter 3 to cringe at the loud unexpected noise, and Harry 3 to fall backward on to the table laughing.

The Spider Bros come back to Peter one's universe, dropping off Peter one to his and Harry One's (MCU) shared apartment. Harry 1 is waiting outside for him.

Peter 1: Hare!

Peter 1 goes to kiss his Harry and hug him. Harry 1 looks in back of Peter at the two older gentlemen in spandex staring back at him.

Hare: Who are they? Peter one: Oh, sorry. These two are Peter 2 and Peter 3. Hare: I see, well nice to meet you. * Goes to shake their hands* Peter two: Same here! Peter 3 with a mischievous grin on his face: Us too Peter 2: You must be Harry Osborn. Peters told us so much about you! Hare: Same here. Peter 3: Yeah, he talks all the time about how much he loves you. Peter 1 gives 3 a dirty look causing Peter 2 to catch on quickly. Peter 2: Yeah, he won't shut up about how sweet you are.

Peter 1 now glares at peter 2 in surprise and horror.

Peter 3: How pretty you look. Peter 2: How sweet your voice is Peter 3: How kind you are. Peter 2: How caring and sweet you are. Peter 3: The way your dreads fall onto your shoulders. Peter 2: The way your eyes sparkle in the sun light! Peter 3: They way you look perfect in every picture! Peter 1: *grabbing Harry's arm* Ok that's enough. I'm tired how about we got to bed.

Peter 1 and Harry go inside as Peter gives his older brother's death glares.

I might do a second one with the Harry's not sure though.