#Like my friend HAD to leave work he was given NO choice by the detective I dont like this

[novaxmuses]

A Detective is on the way over. I'll be MIA for a little bit. Had to call my other Roommate at work and they had to leave work to come talk to the Detective. I really hope everything is Alright please send me good vibes.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Jay and Mouse (Platonic) Oneshot

Requested by @windshield91

TW: PTSD, angst, some gore/violence, mention of wanting to die at the end

(Based on one of the episodes of CPD - the one early on where Jay is kidnapped and beaten.)

“Send a lone officer, unarmed, with the box. That’s what he said,” Hank repeated to the unit with a sigh.

All of the officers in his unit volunteered, each raising their hands. He would've sent Erin, but since she had given her badge up, he had no choice. Standing among the detectives and officers in his unit was the next person Jay cared the most about. An old friend from the Rangers. When Hank made eye contact with Mouse, they had a silent exchange.

Hank looked up at the rest of his unit with a nod. "I want everyone to start making fake CI files."

Hank then walked into his office, Mouse quickly following and shutting the door. "You know you have to send me."

"And you know, technically, I can't." Hank sat down at his desk with a sigh.

"I will sign whatever waiver I have to, saying that this is my own will and that I accept the risks. Because if you don't let me go, I'm going to do it on my own. I was in the Rangers. I know how sting ops are done."

"I am not doubting you, Greg," Hank said softly. "I know you're the best person for this."

He was taken aback when Hank used his real name, but nodded quickly. "Then you know I have to go. I will sign anything you want."

Hank sighed again, debating it in his head. In the end, he didn't care how it happened - he needed to get Jay back. He looked up at Mouse, then nodded. "Alright, let me get some paperwork together. We'll work you as if you were a CI going for a sting."

--

Mouse waited eagerly beside the box, looking around. He could barely make out where the rest of them were hiding. He was nervous, but felt a little safer with the shank Al had given him. It wasn't much but it was sharp and wouldn't be detected by a metal detector.

When a second car came pulling up beside his, Mouse grabbed the box, which was fairly heavy and bulky. He looked at the men as they rolled down the window. “Put it in the back.” A man got out, scanning him for weapons, then opened the back door.

Mouse cocked an eyebrow, looking at them. “Where’s the hostage?”

The man closest to him shook his head. “Put the box in the back. You’ll get instructions on your guy after we verify the files.”

“I’m not doing that,” Mouse replied, shaking his head. “I need proof of life first.”

The man scoffed. “Fine. Get in.”

Mouse debated whether he should or not, but he was desperate to get his best friend back. Besides, this seemed like small potatoes compared to his time with the Rangers. After a moment of internal deliberation, Mouse got into the car with the box of files, riding to wherever they might’ve taken him, trusting that the team would follow or find him again, hopefully with Jay.

.

When they arrived at the house, more like mansion, they led Mouse inside. He looked around, scoping everything out, planning potential escape routes. He put the box on the boss man’s desk. “I’d like my guy now.”

The boss tsk’d his tongue, shaking his head. “Relax, have a little fun. Want to take a line? On the house.”

Mouse glanced down to the cocaine on the man’s desk, shaking his head. “I’m good. Where’s Jay? Or I will walk out of here with the box right now.”

The boss man nodded to one of his guys, who opened a door. Jay was pushed through and forced onto the couch, though Jay wasn’t quite strong enough to argue at the moment. Mouse’s eyes widened and he ran to him. “Jay, hey man, it’s me.”

Jay looked up at Mouse, confused. “Greg…?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Come on.” He helped Jay stand up, but they were stopped by some of the men.

“Not so fast,” the boss said, handing the box of files to another man, who took it away. “We’re going to verify those files before you leave here.”

A pit dropped into Mouse’s stomach. He knew those files were completely fake. Jay was forced back to the couch and Mouse was forced to sit as well, discreetly grabbing the shiv on his way, holding it in his hand so they couldn’t see it. He knew things were going to go south, fast.

“Greg…” Jay mumbled. “Why are you here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Greg replied, looking at Jay again. “How bad is it?”

Jay hummed, closing his eyes, then opening them again. “Six.”

“No danger zone then. We’re good.”

“Yeah, man… We’re good. Just like old times.”

“Yeah,” Mouse replied, letting out a breath as the man came back angrily.

“These guys are prisoners in different states! No way they’re CIs for Intelligence!”

The boss man stood, shaking his head. “Kill them both; make sure they suffer. Kill the tall one first and make the smaller one watch.”

“Now,” Greg said, Jay and him springing up from the grasp of the men. Jay tackled one of the men, Mouse tackling the other. He used his shank to stab him repeatedly in the abdomen, giving a final blow to the neck.

Meanwhile, Jay was doing his best, but was pushed off in his state. Mouse tackled the guy after Jay was pushed to the ground, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest and abdomen as he pinned his arms down with his knees.

Jay coughed and regained himself just in time to see a gun being pointed at him. The boss man had gotten to him first. When Mouse got up and turned, he stopped cold, letting out a breath.

“Drop it,” the boss said.

Mouse dropped the shiv, breathing heavily as he looked at the boss. He must’ve looked like a lunatic, blood dripping from his hands. He got a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the man, but all he could see was his camouflage outfit, his helmet, and the blood of his brothers on him.

“Now, I’m going to kill you both, to make an example of you to your boss. It’s unfortunate he sent you with fake files. Otherwise, you’d be walking out of here with him, right now.”

Mouse didn’t say anything, breathing heavily. He could see the dark room. They’d been there before. He could see his brother in arms, Michael, beaten, on his knees, a gun to his head. He could see the man above them, the terrorist, holding the gun, just waiting to squeeze the trigger. He could see everything, just as it played out the first time.

But he wouldn’t let it happen again. Not to Jay. Not to his best friend. The one who helped him turn his life around. The one who he looked up to like an older brother. The strongest man he knew. Mouse, while the boss man was talking and taunting him, lunged forward, grabbing his arm. He pushed the gun up, higher, just as it went off. It missed Jay, and Mouse tackled him, wrestling for the gun. Then, he finally got it turned toward him. “I hope you rot in hell!” Mouse squeezed the trigger, the gun hitting the boss man’s heart. He was dead almost instantly.

Mouse got up, blood staining his clothes. He breathed heavily, stumbling with the gun over to the door, opening it. There stood the rest of the Intelligence team, long guns and pistols in hand. Mouse nodded. “He’s inside.” Then, he stumbled out, being caught by Hank, who took the gun from him.

“You okay? You hurt?” Hank asked, looking Mouse over as he tucked the bloody gun into his pants for the moment.

“No.” Then, Mouse continued past him, out to the front steps, easing himself down on the side, out of the way of the people coming in and out.

—

When Mouse was discharged from the ER, he went straight to Jay’s room. He was also being discharged. He walked in with a small knock on the doorframe. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jay said, nodding to his friend. “I saw that look in your eyes in there.”

“Yeah,” Mouse said with a soft shrug.

“What did you see?”

Mouse sighed. After a long moment of silence, he spoke again. “Michael.”

Jay met his eyes, shaking his head. “That wasn’t your fault. It was an impossible situation with no backup.”

“Maybe if I’d had the balls to do what I did today, he’d still be alive. His wife would have a husband and his little girl would have a father.” Mouse couldn’t help but tear up, looking away from Jay.

“Greg, it wouldn’t have helped. The terrorists aren’t as cocky as these low-level scum. These guys are sad excuses for criminals. Most don’t have the balls to do what needs to be done. He was going to keep mocking you and taunting you.”

“I wasn’t even listening. I didn’t hear anything he said.” Mouse shrugged.

“Greg, the guy who murdered Michael wasn’t like that. He was going to shoot you, too.”

“I froze. It’s my fault. I saw Michael’s eyes as the bullet went through his skull, Jay. I saw the life leave him. His soul separate from his body.”

“That guy was a terrorist. He wasn’t like the guy today. If you had lunged forward, he would’ve shot you, then Michael, and you’d both be dead.”

Mouse shook his head, leaving the room without another word. Jay tried to follow, but was caught by Will on the way. Mouse left the hospital and walked down the streets of Chicago, hoping some stray bullet would end his pain right then and there.

[zahri-melitor]

For the writer thing: James Tynion IV

Oh this is going to be fun as I've actually read a variety of things written by James Tynion IV. At present I have 164 issues marked as read on LOCG.

8. Talon 2012 #0-14: Oh wow do I not care about Calvin Rose. This is like a turbo combination of 'what was HAPPENING' during n52, 'new writer' vibes where he's still learning in places, and just really fanficcy vibes in places? He grows from here.

7. The Woods 2014: Early installment weirdness again. I'm enjoying it so far in terms of the concept of the plot, but I get why nobody talks about this title.

6. Batman Eternal 2014: These were a toss up, but I had to put Batman Eternal lower because it just drags so much. 52 issues is such a lot of story telling and there are clear sections of this that could easily have been excised into their own miniseries. It's got some interesting plotting, it has some characterisation I hate, I hope that Babs never has a mental breakdown like that again to the point that she decides trying to kiss Jason because she misses Dick was a good life choice.

5. Batman & Robin Eternal 2015: it's shorter, for one, and there's a handful more stand out scenes in this over Batman Eternal (Bruce talking to Damian about being Robin stands out of course). The plotting is tighter. I don't particularly like the concept of Mother and I think it overwrites a lot of important background for characters like Cass and JPV, but also I suspect that was scripted by someone else, given Tynion gets straight into fixing that as soon as he's on 'Tec.

4. Something is Killing the Children 2019: Just stylistically so much smarter and better considered. I want to dig into this further.

3. Batwoman 2017 #1-6: Tynion cowrote this with Marguerite Bennett and honestly it's such a juicy reset for Kate Kane. Now I do want to fist fight Tynion over a few issues (like locking Kate to Bruce's age even as we're getting the timeline extension put back in) but the Lost Year is just a glorious idea for Kate and the world and character building in this is very satisfying.

2. The Nice House on the Lake 2021: oh gosh I am head over heels for this title. It's just such a really nicely constructed horror piece, and interestingly in conversation with being very much a 'this was written during COVID' piece; it's less aggressively Hi I Am Processing My Feelings About Lockdown than a lot of COVID response stuff, particularly that came out in 2021, but it's also...it's about a group of people who have a friend in common trapped together in a luxury house in the middle of nowhere during the end of the world, where everything arrives by delivery and they can't leave a very specified area. The parallels are obvious.

1. Detective Comics #934-981: Rise and Fall of the Batmen. Is it perfect? No. Do I have things I would have done differently? Yes. Is it doing an incredible amount of work and storytelling in far less space than you would think? YES. I am in awe of Tynion's ability to compress decades of comics and hundreds of issues of storytelling down into this 48 issue run, while still making entertaining plots.

[igotanidea]

Toxic : Dick grayson x reader pt 2

Just FYI: As I mentioned I changed the readers proffesion (forensic scientist and tech expert) and her alias - to Flux (you'll figure it out), but everything else is the same.

I made a life for myself outsider of Gotham. Leaving the past behind hoping it would never come running after me. Since I was always interested in science and criminology (no surprise given my adoptive father’s side job) I became a forensic scientist and technician for the LAPD. I worked hard to become to best in my profession and the one people relied on. What was funny, despite my rather reserved outside and dislike of any office gossip I was also known as the one who gave the best advice. Maybe it was because of my abilities. Oh, and speaking of that other part of me, I tried to give up on them. Being Ghost just did not work out anymore so I made a choice of being ordinary, no-super-enhanced YN. Funny thing was that despite my quitting they developed. After year one I discovered that apart from being an empath I could also draw people’s energy and use it to form some sort of shields and protections. Shit. Is that what you get when you try to bury the past?

But this, this was fine. I was still able to make it work in line with my normal life. I got back in touch with an old friend, Donna Troy aka Wonder Girl, who used to be my best friend back in the titans day. We worked quite well together, her extravert nature filling well enough for my introversion and vice versa. We met from time to time, keeping our friendship afloat. Once she made a mistake of asking me about what happened in Gotham that made me run away and whether this concerned Dick (after all he was her friend too), but I shoved her off, probably a bit harsher than intended. But I knew she understood my motives.

Life was good for a couple of freaking years. And then all Hell broke loose. By some crazy accident I came to the information that our department will be energized by the new detective. Normally I would let this news pass me by without giving any more thought into it, but when I got the notification of the upcoming employee I could not believe my own eyes. We would like to inform you that starting today we will have another detective on board. Please give warm welcome to detective Dick Grayson. Fuck! What the hell was he doing here? Was it some undercover mission for Batman? Surely he did not know I was working here as well. It’s been such a long time and I thought I was over feelings for him. Ha, ha, ha….. Good joke apparently. Thank god I had my lab on the other side of the floor so, luck help me, we would not be seeing each other too often. Knowing myself and knowing Dick, this could got awkward.

Thoughts and memories started bombarding my head up the point where I forgot about “starting today” part of the message and if it wasn’t for some other detectives who saw me sitting and staring at the wall I would just miss this warm welcome. Not that I would complain if it were to happen. But they were reluctant to all my excuses starting from the pettiest one like “I got a lot of work to do” ending on the most unbelievable one’s like “I got an old injury in my leg back and I can’t move.” Damn detectives. They just dragged me out of the office into the conference room.

“What is this? A kindergarten party?” I muttered crossing my arms and trying to stand in the back

“Oh, come on YN, don’t be grumpy. You are going absolutely wild in this solitary lab of yours. Aren’t you at least a bit curious about the new meat?” detective Todd Carson asked me

“Nope. Not even a little.”

“I’ve heard he is hot, you know. You could use some distraction” Amanda, the secretary winked at me.

“Leave the girl be, guys.” Captain Sarah Anders cut them off, as always when situations get a bit more serious. “we are still at work and you know the  HR policy on the matter of relationship between coworkers.”

“Thank you captain” I sighed “can I just go back to the …..?”

“Absolutely not. Despite everything you need to act nice towards our new colleague. Or at least, appropriately. And that requires meeting him”

“Believe me, I already had the pleasure” I mumbled almost inaudibly

“What were you saying?”

“Nothing. Sorry boss.”

“Good. Here he comes apparently.”

Fuck! He did not change a thing. Maybe brazened a little bit but apart from that he still got those messy, soft hair, smart, glistening eyes and straight posture. His energy was buzzing and it did not take my powers to see and fell that. I could not help the slightest blush that came onto my face.

“Changing your mind already, my dear?”” Amanda smirked at me “he is hot, isn’t he?”

I simply stayed silent since I couldn’t really deny and agreeing was not an option. At this moment I wished I could just turn invisible. Oh, wait….. Everyone was so busy with the introduction, captain Anders included that this might as well work out. I took a step back, towards the door to test the waters. No one noticed, so I took another one and then another and another. And just as I was about to cross the threshold Dick’s super-sensing made him turn head in my direction. It was …. Well, I don’t even know how to describe it. The way light froze in his eyes, but his facial expression did not change. The way his pupils dilated as he saw me, showing so many different emotions ranging from disbelief, though surprise, guilt and pain. It was physically hurting me, feeling all the same as he did. It was mere seconds before we both regained our cool attitude. Years of training made our reflexes and adapting abilities better than most people. He got back to greeting his teammates and I fled back to my safe space, my glass cage, controlling my breath and heartbeat in desperate need of something to focus on.   However, I couldn’t stop wondering what will his next move be.

***

He didn’t come to see me. Obviously, I did not come to see him either. Like I mentioned my lab was on the other side of the floor so most likely he got too invested in whatever case was assigned to him to take any sightseeing tour. Was this a relief? Yes. Really. But for how long?

***

He broke three days later. I was sitting in front of the files and samples with headphones off but I still heard the knocking and instantly knew. Everyone else just busted through the door.

“Come in, detective” I sighed turning around.

“Are you hiding from me?” he cut straight to the chase

“Is that even possible? Given all you can do? All your trained skills?”

“YN….” He sighed and plumped down onto the chair next to me

“Sorry.“ I mumbled looking down “been a while. How you’ve been?” I tried acting cool, keeping all my questions at bay. Are you just passing by? Are you on a mission? Are still with…

“Small talk, YN?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just trying to be warm and welcoming, but might as well go big right ahead. Why are you here?”

“I quit.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I quit being Robin.”

“What happened?”

“I was becoming too much like Bruce. And I never wanted that. So I….”

“run away?” I asked eyeing him carefully

“yes.”

“Seems like we have something in common.”

“You had different motives for that.”

“I guess. But the results turned out to be the same.” I hesitated before speaking again “are you going to stay?”

“I left almost right after you. ” He spoke at the same time and it made us both go silent

“Um…. Do you need any help with your cases?” I swiftly changed the subject but it was already awkward.

“I might, if you are willing to give me a hand. Everyone speaks so highly of you.”

“It’s just the job, Dick. I try to do my best.”

“You always did.”

“Apparently not good enough in some matters.” I just couldn’t stop my bitterness and reminiscence of the past from getting out.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a while

“I know. The past is in the past.” I was terrible liar and he knew that “how can I help you? With work of course?”

 

***

It’s been a couple of weeks during which we worked together a couple of times. It was strange at first but soon this tension between us just went off and we were able to work without any inhibitions. It was clear to see he has changed. Definitely trying his best to not be like Bruce and move past all the aggression and pain he was raised with. So yeah, we were back to being friends or at least working it out this way. That was until a very special and very scared girl showed up at the precinct.

“YLN, there’s a call for you.” My solitary work was interrupted by fellow detective named Anderson

“Is it urgent?” I frowned, not used to being summoned this way.

“Apparently. Otherwise no one would dare interrupting you.”

“Who’s in need?”

“Grayson.”

“I’m not even surprised.” I sighed “I’ll pick it here if you don’t mind” I motioned him towards the door and he was quick to get out “What’s up Grayson?”

“YN, I might need a bit of your help in the interrogation room.”

“Interrogation room? I think you are mistaking my roles in this office, Dick. Unless….” I cleared one’s throat “who’s help are you seeking exactly?”

“I think you already know.”

“No.”

“YN….”

“No, Dick. We’ve talked about this. I gave up that part of me.”

“Did you?” he mocked

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Look YN, I’ve got a kid…..”

“Well then congratulations daddy” I could almost feel his blood boil at this word.

“Stop it! She’s scared. There’s something …. Different about her. I’ve never seen her before and she knew about the circus and the accident and all the history….. YN, I really need your help here.”

“What’s her name” I sighed standing up and getting ready to get to the second floor where the girl was.

“Rachel.”

“I’m on my way. But I don’t like it, Dick. At all.”

 

***

“Rachel?” I walked through the door where black-dressed teenager was sitting

“Are you Dick’s friend?” she looked at me with eyes filled with terror

“That’s the word he used?” I smirked “I guess you can say something like that. He mentioned some…. things about you…..”

“There’s something inside me….” She shook in fear

“Ok. We can work that out” I felt so much pain and struggle coming from inside “I’ll help you. We will help you.”

“How?” she looked me straight in the eyes “I don’t think you can do this.”

I sighed. Rachel was clearly something more than human. More like…. Me. But how do I explain to her the range of my abilities without compromising my work here. Been there, done that. Once you start again it’s like an addiction creeping inside your mind and craving more. Damn you, Grayson! You couldn’t just leave me be.

“Give me your hand, will you?” I put my palm forward but she was hesitant to grab it “don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. I know how to protect myself, ok? You have to trust me on this.”

The girl just nodded and gently touched my hand. None of us expected what happened later. Sudden splurge of invisible energy made us both gasp in pain. It was only a couple of seconds but I felt everything that was inside her coming at me and drowning me in. I immediately put an internal force field to save myself from being consumed but damn it was harder than everything I ever dealt with before. I could also sense she saw something about me.

“What just happened?” her eyes was wide with fear

“What did you see?” I panted breaking the contact “how much?”

“A couple years in the past. You and Dick and how you used your powers…..”

“Please keep it to yourself, will you?”

“Sure. What did you see?”

“I felt. What’s inside you is bigger than we can deal with ourselves. I will help you, Rachel, I promise. Just…. Stay here for a while, ok? I’ll get Dick and we will figure the rest out.”

“Please don’t leave me here” she sobbed

“Rachel, hey, don’t crack. What we are dealing with is not normal, but in case you didn’t notice neither am I. We will work it out.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise” I smirked “that’s still a thing, right?”

“Yes” finally the faintest of smiles showed on her face.

“Good. I thought I was getting out of touch with teenage slang. Wait here, I will put a force field on, all right. No one will hurt you.” I turned towards the door

“YN?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

I just nodded without a word. Now, I had a problem. And by saying I, I meant Dick had a problem as well.  

to be continued

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[callsign-bunnie]

Hiyaaa. I was just wondering if you could update Slasher Feildtrip chapter 12. Maybe if possible. Really love your work tho, the writing is just amazing, and the characters are so well written.❤️❤️❤️🙏

Hahaha, we're going to pretend this didn't take me months to write.

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“Mr Parra, thank you for sitting down with me.” Detective Graves smiled at Rodolfo.

Rodolfo did not like him. “Of course.” He nodded, crossing his arms and sitting back. “I think it’s interesting that you’re phrasing this as if it’s a choice.”

“I only asked if you could answer some questions, you’ve not been arrested or subpoenaed.” Graves shrugged, flipping through a notebook. To be fair, they were only at a cafe and Rodolfo had been given the option to not show up, but was he just going to say no to a federal officer? He knew better than that. “You’re aware of your friend, Johnny Mactavish-”

“Soap.” Rodolfo corrected, sighing. “He prefers Soap. Yes, I am aware he was the sole survivor of a mass murder that happened a year and a half ago. I’m aware that the killer was never found. I’m the one who took him to therapy appointments.”

“And… you and your fiance were the sole survivors of another incident.” Graves confirmed, not showing any reaction to Rodolfo’s outburst. “Correct?”

“Correct.” Rodolfo sighed, shaking his head. “When I was sixteen.”

“And your fiance was 17.”

“Yes.”

Graves wrote a few things down and then he folded his arms over the notebook, smiling at Rodolfo. “Are you aware that your fiance’s father was suspected in a long string of murders in the 1990s? He killed several women. The only reason he was never convicted was a clerical error.”

Rodolfo frowned, furrowing his brows. No… No he hadn’t known that. But, it was no matter. He had known that it was always suspected that Alejandro’s father had killed his mother. “No… but I do know it was always suspected that he killed his wife, my fiance’s mother. My fiance has had nightmares over it. His father was a monster, I knew that well.”

Graves did seem a little surprised by that before shrugging. “It was told to me by Kyle Garrick that you and your friend, Soap, didn’t go to the party. You both came home. I have eyewitness accounts, though, that say you were there.”

Shit.

“No. We didn’t go.” Rodolfo shook his head, dropping his shoulders. “My then boyfriend and I got into a really big fight and I was really upset, so I stayed home and asked my friend to stay with me. No, I don’t have anyone who can confirm that, I stayed home.” He was lying, but he wasn’t changing it, knowing better. If he insisted on his story, it looked more believable. “But… people saw Soap at every major event, after the fieldtrip. Hell, people were claiming he was at a mass shooting halfway across the country. You can look at his twitter.”

Graves nodded a bit. “I’ve seen. I’m on your side, Mr Parra. I suspect that the murderer when you were 16 and the murderer recently are one in the same. Do you know a woman by the name of Valeria Garza.”

Rodolfo paused, blinking and then frowning. “I’m… sorry?” Valeria Garza? No, he didn’t know who she was at all. 

“Her mother was one of the women murdered by Marcus Vargas.” Graves sighed. 

“No, I don’t know who she is.” Rodolfo shook his head, furrowing his brows. “Why do you ask?”

Detective Graves watched him for a moment, appearing almost surprised, before shaking his head. “No reason. Have a nice day, Mr Parra.” He stood and gathered his things before leaving, leaving Rodolfo very confused. 

Who was Valeria Garza? Why did Detective Graves look so surprised that he didn’t know who she was? Should he have known? So, he got out his phone and texted Alejandro. I just was asked to talk by that Detective. Why didn’t you tell me there were other women? That your father killed.

The detective asked you questions??

Alejandro.

He didn’t get a response for a long while, Alejandro starting and then stopping typing repeatedly before finally, something came through while he was picking up dinner to take home. I didn’t want you to think I was like him.

Rodolfo wasn’t sure what to say to that, since they’d all agreed not to mention the whole murder thing over text. But… wasn’t Alejandro? Aren’t you? I mean… 

I never raped anyone.

Well I didn’t know he had. But, Ale, come on… You have to understand why the connection might be made.

I’m not my father.

No, I’m not saying you are, I’m just saying that maybe these tendencies come from him, I mean… you got your bipolar from him.

Rodolfo, I’m only going to say this once. I’m not my father and I do not appreciate being referred to as him.

Rodolfo stared down at the phone in his hands. Was… Alejandro threatening him? No, no, that wasn’t going to fly at all. He quickly called Alejandro, taking the bags of food he’d gotten out to the car. Again, it took a moment but Alejandro answered, just giving him a cool hello. “Alejandro Vargas. I’m only going to threaten me. You either kill me or you don’t.”

Alejandro spluttered, sounding shocked. “I wasn’t- I wasn’t threatening you. I wouldn’t kill you-”

“I don’t believe you, nor do I care. You kill me or you don’t, but do not fucking threaten me. I will not live in fear of you like my father lived in fear of my mother.”

“...you really think I would kill you?”

Rodolfo pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing softly, before dropping his shoulders and getting in the car. “I don’t know what to think, sometimes, Alejandro! I close my eyes and I am surrounded by blood and fire. You did that, you caused that.”

“Mi amor-”

“Don’t.” Rodolfo sighed and put his head back against the headrest, staring up at the ceiling. “You kidnapped me. You were going to let my friend die… How am I supposed to believe that you wouldn’t kill me?”

“Because I love you…” Alejandro sounded almost desperate. “I love you more than myself, mi cielito… I adore you.”

“But if you stopped loving me? What if you just… got bored of me? Would you kill me, then?”

“But that will never happen!”

Rodolfo’s heart sank. He knew it was true. He knew that was the case but… having it confirmed was heartbreaking in a way. Reasonably, he also understood that being around Alejandro was a tightrope, teetering on the sides of love and death, but… he hadn’t expected it to ever be so explicitly confirmed. To have Alejandro basically say that “yes. If you fail and you become boring to me… you’re dead.”

He felt tears fill his eyes, but he still wasn’t afraid. More… resigned. “One day.” He whispered. “One day I won’t be enough anymore. I’ll fight you too much, I’ll be too defiant, or maybe I just won’t be fun to be around. One day, that’s going to happen, and one day you are going to kill me.”

“No, no, no, no. That won’t ever happen, Rudy, that won’t- That’s never going to happen because my father killed my mother and I would never kill you, I’m not my father, I’m not him. I’m not.”

“What if you don’t see it like that? I think if you fell out of love with me, you’ll rationalize it that your father was in love with your mother and you’re not in love with me, so it’s not the same. Maybe it won’t be, but you’ll still kill me. Will you even fell guilty?”

“Rodolfo, please. I’m not going to kill you…” Alejandro’s voice was broken with tears, which was a bit of an odd sound, and it did tug on Rodolfo’s heart. He started to feel bad, and he realized he was being unfair. He would be married to Alejandro, maybe Alejandro would still think it was the same. “I love you more than anything, you don’t know what you mean to me. I’m only still here to have the chance to be with you. I adore you… Please believe me…”

Rodolfo sighed and softened. “I do believe you, I’m sorry… I’m coming home, I picked up food. Can you put the laundry in? I forgot to do it this morning…”

Alejandro audibly sighed in relief. “Of course, mi querido. Alex and Gaz are over, by the way.”

Rodolfo paused and frowned. “Like… together?”

“Alex snared him. Exactly like I told him how, isn’t that amazing? Three best friends for three best friends.” Alejandro’s voice was so dreamy, and despite everything, Rodolfo laughed affectionately at how excited he sounded. 

Rodolfo jumped and shrieked at a knock on his window, blushing dark red when he saw it was a woman at his window, rapping her knuckles against the glass. Alejandro sounded panicked, repeatedly asking if Rodolfo was okay. “Yes, yes, just…” He took in a breath, holding up one finger to the woman, who nodded and backed away from the window, and then he held his chest. “Someone just scared me, sorry mi sol. I’ll be home soon.” He lowered the phone, ignoring Alejandro’s extra questions and rolled down his window. “I’m so sorry, I’m on the phone-”

“With your boyfriend?” The woman chuckled, leaning against the vehicle and leaning down. Her accent was very similar to Rodolfo and Alejandro’s, and she had short black hair with aviator sunglasses on. “I’m sorry, your fiance?”

Rodolfo frowned, getting a bad feeling. Alejandro was losing it on the phone. “Rodolfo! Rodolfo!! Don’t answer her, don’t say anything.” 

The woman chuckled, her eyes glancing to the phone. “That’s okay. I can hear him.” She revealed a knife from behind her back and gestured. “Come on, hermoso. Out of the vehicle.”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide at the sight of the knife but he got out, taking the phone with him. He knew better than to try to fight back, now very skilled at life or death scenarios. “Who are you?”

“My name is Valeria.” She hummed and stepped back as Rodolfo got out before getting right up close to him, putting her face close to his and letting out a slow breath. “Are you religious… Rodolfo?”

Rodolfo avoided asking how she knew his name. “Rodolfo-”

Valeria took the phone from Rodolfo’s hand, and he did almost stop her, but she swatted him away with the knife and he had to quickly yank his hand back to avoid being cut. She put the phone up to her ear and chuckled, softly. “I’m going to savor this, Alejandro.”

Rodolfo couldn’t hear Alejandro, anymore, taking deep breaths and trying to remain calm. Well, it turned out that Alejandro was right, he wasn’t going to kill Rodolfo. Rodolfo was still going to end up dead, though, it seemed. Oh god, he didn’t want to die. He really didn’t want to die. He tried very hard to push down his fear and keep himself from shaking, but it just didn’t work.

Valeria chuckled and pulled the phone from her ear as Alejandro started to scream at her in Spanish, and she turned the phone to speaker. “Valeria, I swear to god, if you do this, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth. You will never know peace, again!”

“Oh, Alejandro…” She tsked, her eyes remaining on Rodolfo. Rodolfo’s heart pounded, his breath was racing, he was so afraid. Valeria reached around Rodolfo and then she put the phone on the hood of the car, smiling at Rodolfo. “Not even going to beg for your life?”

Rodolfo took in a very shaky breath. “I know better.” Was all he could manage as he let it out. 

“Fair.” She chuckled before lunging forward and Rodolfo hunched forward as he felt the knife stab right into his stomach. “Shh…” She cooed and held Rodolfo, the pain forcing his legs to give out. It was visceral, making tears spring to his eyes and he gasped before coughing up blood onto the ground, slumping forward once he was on the ground.

“RODOLFO!” Alejandro was screaming, though it was hard to hear over the ringing in his ears. 

Valeria gently pet Rodolfo’s hair, cooing again. “It doesn’t hurt for too long, hermoso, don’t worry…”

Rodolfo’s vision was already darkening and he gasped for air, but his lungs seemed to just be full of blood, and now he was becoming light headed. The pain had started to fade, just as she said, but so was everything else. He finally let out a sob that took most of the energy he had left, while Valeria helped him to lay down and then she pulled the knife out, causing him to have to release another sob. “...why…” He gasped out, looking up at her.

Valeria sighed, getting out a cloth and wiping the knife handle before laying it beside Rodolfo and standing, getting out what looked like an instant camera and taking a picture. “Revenge. He took something I loved, so now I’m taking something he loves. I’m sorry you had to be a pawn, Rodolfo, but… well he doesn’t love anything else. I could burn his house to the ground, kill all of his friends, but he won’t care. He can get new friends, even new murderous friends. Alex didn’t have a tendency in his body before them, and he managed to convince Alex to kill his mother. Well… I think Farah Karim helped. However… he can buy a new house, too. But he can’t replace you.”

Rodolfo held his stomach as best he could, trying without reason to keep his blood inside his body, but he knew it wouldn’t work, rolling onto his back and coughing up more blood. He could still hear Alejandro screaming his name, and it became the only thing he could hear while he watched Valeria walk away and his consciousness finally started to fade. 

“RODOLFO!”

-

Lucas swung his legs, sitting in his dorm desk chair as he stared at the new picture he’d gotten. Alejandro would be incredibly disappointed if he found out Lucas’s new obsession, but… so what? Alejandro didn’t always know best, even if he was usually correct… Besides, Ghost and Alex were the one who even got him on the scent.

“Yeah… We’re just soo concerned because there’s this FBI agent running around asking questions… But we’re nervous to kill him, because they’ll just send another.”

“He’s blond and blue eyed, too, I mean there’s just a dime a dozen like him, too…”

“Older… I mean, he’s at least thirty…”

Lucas had caught on, quick. He’d only even looked at the detective to satiate them and to also satisfy his curiosity, but… well, one glance had easily been enough because Lucas was immediately hooked. 

O.L.D.

Alejandro had it, though he would never admit it out loud. Diagnosed, too. Alejandro hated the term, likely to do with it’s connection to Anime characters, but it was a family trait. All of Alejandro’s siblings had it, and that included Lucas’s father. Lucas’s mother was actually very spoiled, because his father was obsessed with her.

Which was likely why all of Alejandro’s siblings turned the other way when Alejandro stuck an axe in Lucas’s abuelo. He had threated Lucas’s father and Tio Damian’s wives, which both of them were utterly obsessed with. They all had to know what Rodolfo was to Alejandro, too, and when he threatened Rodolfo… Well, Lucas wasn’t shocked, at least.

But, now Lucas had it too. Really bad… He supposed the BPD was also not helping. Turns out, when your father is obsessed with his wife, he doesn’t care that much about the children she creates.

Obsessive love disorder…

Lucas didn’t think he was that obsessive, though he definitely knew he was. Especially as he took the photo he’d taken of Phillip Graves and put it up on his “dream board”, right next to the rest of the growing collection. Ghost and Alex had been spot on, though… 30 years old, blonde, blue eyed, fairly fit, and very aggressive… Oh, Lucas had done his research. Everything about the detective was like candy for him…

He’d found out everything he possibly could, obsessively studied his exes… He liked feminine males, which Lucas definitely was. Probably hetcomp, but Lucas didn’t mind, as he could more than play into it. He preferred his coffee black with only two packets of sugar, he was a widower, and he wasn’t just an FBI agent, also owning a shady business selling black market weapons.

Lucas was very good at research, especially when he wanted the subject as badly as he wanted Graves. He had almost been afraid that Rodolfo would ruin his chances, as Graves had interviewed him that morning, but Rudy was now in the hospital, so not only would he be out of the way, but Alejandro would be busy with Rudy and couldn’t get mad at Lucas for his little… fixation.

His obsession. 

“Phillip Graves…” Lucas murmured, liking the way his name tasted in his mouth. Like honeysuckle right out of the flower… 

Ghost and Alex had been right to put Lucas on the trail.

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[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 1

LawlietX Reader

word count: 3580

Topic: you’ve been brought in to the case from another institution similar to the Wammy’s House. Which was created by a friend of Watari.. It’s going to be a small story divided into chapters about how you and L form a friendship, which might grow into something else... 

P.s.: i never proof read this.. so i’m sorry guys

It was a cool day in Japan, I had just moved here to help with a case. I had heard of this Kira case and how One of the greatest detectives,L, was on this case.

Watari whom I met only once my whole life had contacted Elies, my suppose caregiver or instructor. He had requested I come in to join the case to find this Kira. It was clear that off the bat this individual had a God like complex, but the truth was they were simply a serial killer. Anyway; to say I’m nervous is an understatement, Elies has been talking my ear off telling me how I’ve prepared for this my whole life.

I suppose I have, not that I wished to do so.. but it was my gift and talent, and as Elies would say “ it would be a shame if you were to let it go to waste.” I had been part of Elies institution for as long as I can remember. I was given patterns, and images to constantly study, to analyze body language of the other kids in the institution. None of which ever happened in person, I stayed in my room and watched it all through a screen. Elies had said it will allow me to see the big picture, which I think was beneficial to some extent. We had just passed security and now headed towards the headquarters room itself. Watari greeted us at the entrance and walked us through the process. I do believe I was asked questions but my responses were simply forgotten, or maybe I never answered. Just as we were about to enter Watari stopped before us and said “ I believe you’ll be able to help, I’ve heard great things about you Y/N/N.” Without much of a response you simply nodded. Just as you walked in you were introduced.

“ I would like to introduce to you Y/N/N and Elies to the Task force team. Please let me know if there’s any concerns” Watari nods slightly before continuing his was out with Elies, leaving me.. Alone.

“ Hello Ms.Y/N/N it’s lovely to meet you and have you on the team! It will be great to have another pair of eyes and ears you can say! Oh.. and I’m Matsuda!” He extends his hand for me to shake

The man whom I’ve come to know as Matsuda, is an interesting man. It seems like he’s a very extroverted person, which is a liability in any case, but they are also the ones to make extreme choices and act out of impulse.. once again a liability, but can be used as bait if need be. With a brief look at the extended hand you stare, “ I don’t shake hands.” I walk away from the interaction and take a look around the office.

“ and why is that Ms.Y/N/N, perhaps you don’t trust us? Well.. i find that Odd considering you’re the one who’s new to this task force.” A calm monotonous voice speaks. I glance up to see that a man sitting in an odd position with his hands on his knees to be speaking . Hmm.. I wonder why he sits like that? It could be that it’s his protective stance, a natural instinct to want to protect one’s internal organs.. maybe it could be a behavior that brings comfort? No. With the way he leans forward to the screen.. as well as sucking his thumb so it seems.. that’s behavior of one thinking.. he sits that way to think and work.. odd way to sit, unless he’s been conditioned to sit that way to help with his thought process.

“ you can’t trust anyone, the world is filled with liars.. and liars are monsters who take form of a human, to manipulate.. so no I don’t trust anyone.” You spoke back in hopes he would turn around and show himself. But instead another voice speaks up, a voice that comes from a tall brown haired boy. “ we’ll I can assure you that none of us here are monsters, and I wouldn’t say a liar is a monster, sounds over dramatic to say that, given we have all lied at one point. we’re all here for one reason only.. and that’s to catch Kira!”

Interesting to see… a man who is quick to speak up to defend his friend/coworker, but it sounded more of trying to defend himself.. and who is ‘we’ I made it clear that I’m not a liar .. unless someone in this room is known for lying… Besides a person who lies a lot would be the first to say that “ everyone lies,” so who are you trying to convince? Me, someone you just met or the people around you that you’ve been possibly.. wait no, that you Have been deceiving.

“ I made my statement and I will stand by it, but giving that you folded your arms as soon as you began talking indicates that you’re defensive about this topic, for reasons I’m not sure why.. unless your threatened by me.. possibly afraid that I will catch you in a lie that you’re trying to hide? No that would be too easy for me to point out because I do not know you, but to the people you’ve been working with, they’re oblivious. So tell me why you decided to jump in when i mentioned being a monster?” I keep my eye contact on this young man.

“ Well you were calling him a monster, and i-”

“ No I said trust no one because liars are monsters, so I never said he lied nor did I ever call him directly a monster, I simply don’t trust him. Not to mention that Mr. Matsuda didn’t seem bothered by my comment, simply embarrassed. Yet.. Yet you seem to be bothered by such words, is it because you’re a monster.. and liar? Maybe it’s because you’re hiding something like a dark secret.. Go on, tell me.” 

I look around the room to see shocked faces, and that’s when the boy begins to speak again. “ I don’t know who you are or why you’re so defensive but I have nothing to hide, and if this is your way of saying that I’m Kira, I would stop while I’m ahead because I am not Kira!”

Not Kira? I never said anything about Kira, why bring him up.. I look around and see the slouched boy freeze in his seat, what is it? Is he thinking the same thing as I am.. 

“ Well considering I never brought up Kira, but you have related the topic of Kira to the topic of lying and a monster.. And the young man in the corner froze the moment you said you were “ not Kira” I’m going to make the assumption that you are a suspect to be Kira and in fact I have no doubt that you are him. You spoke too confidently on what it means to be a liar, and who can be considered a monster, making it where you feel like you have a say on who and what is bad.. Since Kira is all about removing evil in the world, it would make sense for Kira to also make judgment on who and what is considered bad.. Which is what you did exactly. I will now also stand by this statement, that you Are a monster and you are Kira.” 

You could hear gasps go all around the office, but a small chuckle coming from the slouched man, surprisingly it sounded very sweet and endearing..

“ I don’t think I have seen someone come to such a quick conclusion as I have. It's nice to see that I have someone on the same page as I am.” He turns around in his chair and I’m met with dark circles eyes, a somber look that paints his face. “ Oh and I’m L, but do request that you call me Ryuzaki for safety reasons.” 

“ It’s great to meet you, I’m Y/N but I go by Y/N/N for safety reasons. I look forward to solving this case along with you.” 

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It has been over 3 weeks that I have been helping with the case and just when we think we’ve gotten somewhere, everything is pushed back. Currently we have both Light and Misa in confinement 

“Y/N/N what do you think of this theory, Misa is deeply in love with Light.. Now I don't have much idea of what Love or emotions are to look like, but I do think that’s your field of study.. I think that Misa would do anything for light, even kill.. Now you already know my assumptions on Light and Misa being the real and second Kira… But do you really think that such powers could travel from person to person?” L speaks in his usual position with his eyesight on his tea cup, as he fills and adds his sugar.

“ Considering they were confined for such a period of time but the tapes both show the same reaction of “shock” it makes no sense… If they were both from the beginning saying they were not Kira, then why the sudden change in body language and awareness. Making me think that they were either being controlled and their memory was removed of them being kira, which explains the shock of their situations.. Or they both had it planned all along to act in the same manner.. Oh and by the way you're missing two more lumps of sugar, your tea won't be sweet enough.” I lean over and add the two extra sugar cubes and take the spoon that was set on the plate to stir the tea. 

L stares at me with a puzzled look and back at his tea with a slight nod, he takes a sip of his tea and gives a slight hum and smile in my direction. “ I see you’re very observant, and learned a bit about my sugar intake.”

I look at him with a blank stare of ‘are you serious’; “ well I know you put 8 cubes of sugar in your tea, 10 in your coffee. When you have a box of chocolates, you eat the chocolates that only have the ones that have no weird textures, such as anything that has nuts. When you have your cake you enjoy eating off the small whipped cream before taking a bite from your cake and leaving the strawberry for last. I have studied you enough to know you like the back of my hand.” 

“ I see.. Well I have studied you as well. I noticed that when you write notes you lean so close to the paper, like if you’re not close enough your thoughts won't transfer to the paper. You bounce your leg rather fast depending on if someone is saying something that alarming. When you sleep you curl up in a fetus position no matter where you are.. When no one is looking or paying attention, you tend to hug yourself.” His pupils enlarge as he stares, a hint of when you look at something you like or interests you.

“ Great points, but if you have no understanding of why a person acts a certain way, then that information is useless. Let's get back to the case, I think you should take them out of confinement and have chief plan out a murder situation where they both think they’re going to be executed but the chief plans on killing Light. If they are playing dumb with us, Misa loves light so much that she would kill light’s father, or light the real kira would have no problem of killing his own father.” It’s a long shot but I would like to see their reaction to such extreme measures

L has no issues and agrees with my plan, he goes and calls chief Yagami and tells him about the plan. Today is the day that we watch it all happen.

I’m sitting by L and watching the whole situation happen, to say that I’m nervous is an understatement. I sit in my chair with my knees to my chest as I wrap my arms around my legs, watching the screen like it’s an action film. 

“I’m going to kill you here and then kill myself” cheif Yagami speaks. You hear protests coming from Misa and Light. I watch the interaction and analyze every movement and word my brain goes into overdrive. Although I know what to expect and know that the gun is a blank, I still jump in my seat and reach for L’s  arm when it goes off. I sense L tense with contact making me pull away quick with a mouth full of apologies. 

“ It’s alright, it was a loud sound I suppose.” 

I nod and turn my head back to the screen, when I hear apologies coming from Light's father. I turn to tell L, “ well Chief is still alive so it clears them.. Not to mention their body language was very Sincere.. But somehow I can't help but question light.” 

“ I agree with you Y/N/N, he could have seen right through our plan.” 

L begins to address Amane then tells Light that they are to be together 24/7 until Kira is brought to justice. 

—-

Both Light and L have been handcuffed together, and we have miss Amane ask if L was on the “ other side of the fence.” At that comment I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, L turns to me and gives me a small glare. “ I told you I’m not doing this because I want to” L mumbles.

With a huff Amane starts asking how she’ll be going on dates with light if L is always around. L mentions how they could still go together, he’ll just be there. Amane is quick to disagree, “ well then we can go on double dates, you can bring Y/N/N and you can kiss her so you don’t have to watch Light and I kiss! Maybe then you won’t be such a pervert!I don’t even know you two and I already know you’re both weird, how come she hasn’t spoken a word! ” 

“Light please make Misa stop.” L asks with a desperate plea. 

Once Light shut Misa up, a thought came to mind.. Misa mentioned Love at first sight.. I tap L’s shoulder and lean into whisper “ If it’s love at first sight.. And it was in May 22, the same day the second kira mentioned they’d be there.. Isn’t it a bit weird that she just “ knew” it was him that would be her soulmate?” L nods and turns his head in my direction, our faces so close to one another. I feel my cheeks heat up as I look away and lean back. 

L brings up everything that I said and even asks how Misa would feel if light were Kira, and not to my surprise she still loved him.. In Fact she would love him even more.. And even try to help Kira, which would be light in the depiction that L played out. L lets out a hum… While you can tell that everyone in the room wishes they could kill Misa at that very moment, especially when she was just kind of cleared. L lets Misa know that her new manager will be Matsuda and will be following her around. 

She is quick to ask why that “ old” man was going to be her manager and why not me.. When I first heard that I was quick to jump in, “ because I will not have the Patience to listen to you nor will I want to listen to you complain. I have better things to do than watch over an individual who has 3 dancing brain cells to function.” 

Misa is quick to run towards me and slap me across my face, leaving me in shock. I Had never encountered violence.. I was always kept away from kids and others.. This case has exposed me to more human interaction than I have ever encountered in my whole life.. I look back at her with my hand over my cheek, and stare at her cheek.. I suppose eye for an eye, with one swift I grab her by her small pigtails and yank her towards me to only slap her back.  You could hear gasps go around the room. I am not sure why there were no gasps when she hit me.. Was I not supposed to hit her, maybe I was supposed to do a different move instead of slapping her?

She tries to lung at me but Light grabs her and Aizawa kicks her out..  Once everything was spoken about everyone leaves the room.. Well that is besides L and light. L turns to me and asks if I'm okay. “Yeah just stings, was i not supposed to hit her back? I saw a lot of kids when I was told to study and they would do that when they get hit.” Light turns to me with a questionable look. 

“ Why do you say that when you were told to study? Did you not interact with them?” 

“ I was never allowed to talk to the other children, Elies said I was different from the other kids.. And kids like me are meant to do more studying than playing.. So I was never allowed to play with the others, he was scared that they would ruin my greatness.So I don't know how to react to certain things, i was just taught to observe and understand actions, but I don't know how to act with others.” 

Light apologizes and avoids my eye contact after that. L asks watari to bring an ice pack and hands it to me to put against my cheek.

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It is the next day and we are sitting in the living room with Misa and I on one side of the table and L and light on the other side. Misa is going off about how this isn't fair and how she wants to be alone with Light.. L tells her to ignore us and asks for her cake. She says that cake makes her fat but L is quick with a come back and says that you don’t gain weight if you use your head. That just makes Misa fume, “ What is it with all of you thinking I’m stupid! And I’ll give you the cake if you let me and Light be alone!”

“ Even if we leave you two alone, we’re still going to be watching through the camera”

“ Y/N/N! CAN YOU TELL YOUR CREEPY BOYFRIEND TO STOP BEING A PERVERT!” Misa yells.

I look at her with a blank stare and look at the cake L was eyeing, I reach over and hand it to him. L gives me a slight smile as he begins to munch away at the cake.. Light speaks up and asks L on why we haven’t made much progress.. L goes over his whole speech on what I said was the case when they were confined… But ends his speech with not wanting to try so hard, and that there’s no reason to keep trying. Light gets up calls on Ryuzaki, L turns his head in his direction and the next thing I know L is being punched. Misa and i are quick to get up from our seats in shock! Since L and Light are tied together, L goes flying back and Light goes flying forward. Misa began screaming and steps over a cake, her worries now being that she stepped on a cake which ruined her socks. My attention going back to the boys when L kicks Light in return.. And did i just hear him say “ an eye for an eye my friend?” That’s what i said yesterday, so i wasn’t wrong for hitting Misa back! 

Light begins to accuse L of not being satisfied until he can prove that Light is Kira, which is true. I won’t be satisfied until Light admits that he was once and is Kira. Next thing we know Light punches L again and L goes for another kick. Somehow When Light wants to go for another punch, he elbows my eye. Which catches both of the boys' attention. Light begins to apologize but for some reason I acted before I thought and the next thing I knew I was punching Light across the face. This caught Misa’s attention and now she’s coming in my direction. I duck before she could hit me leaving her to trip over her own feet. I feel arms pull me away from her, I look back quickly ready to go for another hit when it's L.  Light grabs Misa before she can come for me again, though there isn’t much distance between L and Light, they both do their best to keep her and I apart. 

Soon later we hear the phone ring, L reaches over to grab the phone and answers all while still holding on to me just in case I runaway.. Once he hangs up Light asks what it was.. To which L says “Matsuda is acting stupid again.” Light not surprised and says it’s Matsuda’s speciality.. I look at L and Light telling them that Matsuda can hear them, to which both shrug. 

[10moonymhrivertam]

Hey this is a wild mishmash of comic!Sandman, TV!Sandman, and TV!Lucifer but I Had To (have fun spotting what is poorly meshing canon and what is just me not having read the comics in 8 years djdjdj)

Also, unedited straight from my phone notes because I Need To Share

Comics spoilers ahead!!

Lucifer-typical violence, discussions of familial death

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Dream felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. He’d just been trying to be nice - he had no idea how things usually worked on his sister’s days off, but clearly most souls found their own way to the Sunless Lands. He’d only wanted to sit with the girl until she felt brave enough to make the journey.

He hadn’t accounted for the assumptions the police would make, nor the fact that trying to watch his nephew made it much less of an option to simply slip into the Dreaming at the first sign of trouble. When he’d realized his sand was to be taken from him, he had been - well, not as rational as he would’ve liked, and had compounded his trouble by fighting the officer for it. Being surrounded by his own reflection since had not helped, although as long as he didn’t meet his own eyes, it was - easier than it might’ve been if he hadn’t lost Morpheus.

He fixed his gaze on his hands on the tabletop, just to be safe, picking at his sleeves. He was tempted to slip into the dreamscape of someone who had fallen asleep at their desk, but he knew Jed was still in another of these rooms or at the front desk, and his own comfort wasn’t a good enough reason to leave him behind. He looked up as the door opened to admit who must have been a detective and -

Dream’s hands curled into fists. Morpheus may have been on his path for a good while, but Dream had found in the time since that he resented being cornered into the choice, and there was an argument to be made that being given the key had been the point of no return. (Perhaps the real point of no return had been Jessamy’s death; perhaps he’d always had the option of turning back until Orpheus had asked his help. But to hold a grudge in Lucifer and Desire’s directions for a few centuries was oh-so-easy.)

“I’m Detective Chloe Decker. This is my partner, Lucifer.” She took a seat across from him. “Could you tell me why you chose to sit down in the middle of a crime scene like that? Especially with how upset you were making that kid?��� There was a slight edge to the last question, but she seemed willing enough to listen. Still, he’d seen enough nightmares to know how the tide could change. And it would be so easy to do what Morpheus had done when faced with a situation where there *was* no right answer. But - silence would only guarantee his continued separation from Jed, and the boy had been through more than enough.

“I only meant it to be a vigil, of a sort. I don’t quite have the temperament to make it work like my big sister.” He found it in himself to flash a smile. “My nephew doesn’t know either of us very well, yet, and I’m afraid I didn’t stop to explain to him.”

“If you don’t know your nephew very well, why is he with you?” Detective Decker folded her hands on the table.

“My niece was insistent she get to know us outside the context of a wake.” This smile was thinner, but it took on a mean edge when he saw Lucifer shift in his seat. “She’s his guardian.”

“Where is she?”

“There are a few places she might be,” Dream remarked, sitting back. “Jed was the one who chose Hollywood for the trip, but Rose did most of the research. I was taking Jed back to the hotel because the next thing on the itinerary was Lux.” Dream leveled a look at Lucifer. Chloe’s eyebrows shot up and she turned to him.

“Do you two know each other?”

“Well, he didn’t exactly volunteer it, either,” Lucifer protested. “Is it just you and your elder sister in town?”

Dream nearly rolled his eyes. “She met us *all* at the wake, Morningstar. It’s everyone but your good friend.” That was a bit more contempt than he thought he had in him, which might be something he needed to look into.

“My, my, what did Desire ever do to you?”

“I hope you’re trying to be funny.”

“Hey.” Detective Decker held up a hand. “How long ago did you and your siblings split up?”

“We split up after a film; I wasn’t interested in getting near Lux. We were all walking. I wasn’t tracking the time.”

“So, no good for an alibi, then?” Lucifer asked cheerfully.

“Not unless Destiny’s word would do, no. Morningstar, you’d do well not to mistake me for a better person than I was a year ago.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Before Dream could bristle, Lucifer had leaned forward. “What do you desire, Daniel Hall?”

Lucifer jumped back as Dream lunged. Detective Decker yelled.

“I have broken no rules, Lucifer Morningstar. My sibling’s powers, my sibling’s borrowed powers, hold no sway over me.” The stars in his eyes burned and burst. “But since you are so desperate to know, I will tell you. I would like to tear you both to pieces for putting everyone around Morpheus through that. I would like to send Linda Martin a nightmare to remind you what I am capable of.” Lucifer’s eyes burned and he snarled. “I would like to get Jed home, I would like my pouch returned, and I would like to return to Matthew. Does that satisfy you, Morningstar?”

“Sit down!” Detective Decker barked, standing between them and holding up her hands. “Shut up, and sit down!”

Dream sank back into his chair, bowing his head. He should’ve kept his temper better. He might have to do something complicated, now, to get his sand and his nephew back. He heard Lucifer sit down, too.

“What the hell was that?” The detective asked, steel in her voice. Dream glanced up to see she was glaring at Lucifer. That was good, because he couldn’t excuse the threat he had made against her friend.

“That was…both of us being out of line.” Dream looked up to glare, but he went unnoticed.

“What happened with the mojo?”

“One of his siblings can do the same, I’m afraid the whole family is immune.”

“What did you do to his friend?”

“Stuck him with the key to Hell when I left.” Chloe Decker rolled her eyes, which was interesting but not necessarily a surprise. Her dreams were alternately entertaining the truth, or Lucifer’s ‘lies’ finally crumbling around him and revealing whoever he really was. “It worked itself out.”

“As I recall, Amenadiel wasn’t happy about ending up with it, either.”

“It’s the key to Hell, no one’s going to be happy with it. If you didn’t want it, perhaps you should’ve played the game more carefully.”

Really? Really? All because he had won the challenge that had arguably been in Lucifer’s favor? “Perhaps you should’ve changed the circumstances of the game.”

“There were rules to be followed, Dream.”

“I am not the one who summoned the audience,” he said pointedly.

“Well, you’ve summoned this audience; care to tell us a little about Roderick Burgess?” Lucifer shot back. Dream was tempted to leap across the table again. On the other hand, he could take the point - every demon present would’ve known his remark about Hell’s power was directed just as much at its first resident as its human ones. He swallowed back his reaction, his eyes flickering toward the mirror and then quickly away.

“You.” Dream glanced up to find the Detective was now addressing him. “You know Dr. Martin?”

“I know she knows Lucifer.” He knew she feared light and divinity, feared an unscrupulous past come to catch up to her when she received Death’s gift.

Detective Decker gave him a narrow-eyed look, but apparently decided to set that train of thought aside.

“What’s so special about this pouch?”

He was, unfortunately, saved from choosing between the vulnerable answer (that he was uncomfortable having it taken from him) and the unwise answer (that he wanted to keep them all safe from what had happened to Rachel Moodie).

“The pouch he punched Detective Douche over? The one he let be taken from him again, that pouch?”

“Shall I ask my sister if Uriel left any messages for you?” This time Dream was the one who had to leap back, and the Detective began shouting once more. She tried to hold Lucifer back, and Dream suspected he would normally allow it, but they were each fighting below the belt. The room was small, and there were only so many places he could go without slipping into the Dreaming. It was not exactly pleasant to be slammed into the wall, an arm against his throat, but he had nothing to be wary of, at the moment.

“Have you named them? Those new flowers?” Lucifer snarled, his eyes burning.

“It was what he asked of me,” Dream rasped. His true failure was millennia old, and it still ached, but he’d had more distance than Lucifer, and he would damn well use that.

“Lucifer - Lucifer!” They both became aware of the Detective tugging at Lucifer’s arm. “Let him go. Now!”

Dream caught himself on the wall to avoid completely crumpling. He tugged at his turtle neck, pulling it down and away. He wished it was only a show for sympathy, but this aspect seemed to carry this sort of thing with more reality than Morpheus - likely due to the fact that Morpheus hadn’t exactly had time to truly resolve his issues after Burgess, and the nagging flicker of humanity now at his core.

The Detective had pulled Lucifer across the room. He was standing with his head bowed and his hands shaking. He didn’t seem to hear whatever she was hissing to him.

[march-26]

in conclusion,

as painful as it was, as much it pushed me to the edge of ending things, I'm greatful for what moving out did to me, I got to reflect on so much, I got to understand not only myself but you as well, my head had become so much more clear, I felt like myself, I felt free.. I didn't realize how fucked up I was getting, how clouded my mind was before moving out, it allowed me to just see and feel things from a different perspective, and I get a little angry because THIS is who I should've been for you, for us..the real me.. I was never myself in that house, thats why it was so freeing just being with you, no matter what we did, but at some point shit from home would attach itself to me and I started to lose myself again, you were my safe space and even that started to get taken away from me because of everyone's bullshit and I lost you..

and I'll always think to myself what if I had done things differently.. that day you made your decision you looked at me and told me you were fighting everything within you to change your mind and take back what you said, what if I told you to stay? what if I had held you and begged to just see this through with me.. what if I had did what he did?? what if I had given you an ultimatum or convince you that I'd leave and say goodbye for good if you didn't do what I asked you.. I mean this was the same guy that wanted you to call me so he could hear you break my heart, what if I had been so cruel?.. what if I had never even brought up being friends? and the fucked up thing about that was I never even wanted that, I only ever suggested it because I knew you were in pain living these two lives and I just wanted you to be okay, and even more fucked up is that I was thinking of him, I kept thinking "what if this dude hurts himself or worse because she left him" and I didn't want that for someone, I didn't care for the guy at all but my dumb ass thought about his feelings and wellbeing over my own.. I just knew I couldn't do any of this to you, I always wanted you to be free and to have make your own choices, I never wanted to instill fear in you that I would leave you, I could never ever do that, you're my entire world why would I ever want that?..

again I'm sorry, I know This is a lot to read and take in, I just felt that no matter what, I was going to go through this loop of pain and misery just thinking and reliving my past mistakes, thinking about every what if, wishing I could just go back in time and change certain things or have said something different, even to just hold you and just tell you exactly what you mean to me and that I'm never letting go.. but I know what's important is what I do right now, what I do with the moments in front of me, which was something I should have been doing.. and by writing all of this out, I know its going to help me just move forward and heal, and start taking hold of things I can actually control.

It's so strange, being on my own, it was like a switch in my brain, It almost brought me to tears just knowing how free I was, I had found myself, the real me, and boy did we have a lot to talk about and work through..

I have no idea if these words will mean anything to you, I just really needed you to know my truth, my pain, to understand who I was then and what I was going through, and for you to see and know the person I am today, the real me that's not chained to anybody or anything, and I so desperately wish you could be here to see and know this version of me.. you'd really love him. i really hope you continue to read everything else I have labeled for you, it's all so important, and the reason I'm doing all of this is because you were and still are someone very precious to me, you're my world, my everlasting star, my best friend, and I felt like I had a future that I would've been really happy in taken away from me and like a detective I reflected on everything and siffed through my memories like if they were pinned to an evidence board to just see and understand what the fuck happened..

I just hope at the end of everything, you really did see a future with me, that you saw me as your husband, a father, someone to grow old with, I really hope that everything between us, your love for me, was real.. and sometimes I only wish you chose neither one of us so we both could be in your life..

I am so sorry that I lost my way my love, especially during the most crucial point of our relationship, I said it before and I'll say it again, losing you will always be my biggest failing.. but I know I can't stay in the past, I can't change that, but what I can do, is do everything the way I always wanted to do with you, and just be present, instead of always in my head. idk if one day you'll say goodbye, or if you'll keep me, but just please promise me, that no matter what happens, to me, to you, or us.. please don't forget about me, don't forget my love for you, my words, all my little gifts, all my songs .. don't forget about the pieces of my heart and soul that you carry with you and I promise I'll do the same.. you'll always be my favorite girl, my sweetie, everytime I look at you I'll always see you walking down that aisle, I'll always see a future with you, and that door will always be open..

[artzee-bee]

Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

[inupibaldspot]

Unfair

Pairing: Inui Seishu x Reader

Genre : Fluff

"Bye bye~"

You waved at Koko who was leaving the library. The boy gave you a smile as he walked away.

You immediately turned to look at the boy sitting beside you. Unlike you he had no books on the table, he wasn't even acting as if he was reading. You smiled. "You're not going with Koko?"

Inui shook his head. "I think I want to stay in the library abit more."

Your smile widened, as you placed your hand on your face. "Is it because you want to stay with me?"

Inui took a moment to register as his face soon reddened. "Of course not!" He stood up from his seat, walked to the nearby shelf,grabbed the book and placed it on the table. "I'm here to read."

You smiled as you turned around, focusing on your book as you continued studying. "I think it's sweet that Inupi is already reading on pregnancy."

Inui stiffened as he looked at the cover of the book. GUIDE TO PREGNANCY. Written on the front book. Shitttttt Inui cursed internally. From the side,you let out a giggle when Inui left his seat to get another book.

With that the duo went back to what they were doing. You were solving some algebra home work when you looked at Inui from the corner of your eyes.

He was frowning. You took this opportunity and leaned towards him. You quietly moved your chair closer to his as you then brought you face close to his,it seemed as if he didn't notice you yet. "What's wrong?" You whispered into his ears.

Inui stiffened as his face brightened in closer. He didn't turn though and instead he pointed at a word on the book. "I wasn't able to read this kanji."

You leaned in closer,your shoulder touching. Inui did not move a muscle,his heart was hammering against his chest. "This words is written as hikouki. It stands of aeroplane."

You smiled at him. "Got it?" Inui rigidly nodded as you then leaned away and went back into your books leaving behind a very red Inui Seishu.

Teasing Inui was fun. The way he would turn red, stiffen upon your touch or stammer his way out of situations... Everything about him was simply so endearing.

You loved Inui and you were pretty sure he reciprocated those feelings yet you guys were not a couple. According to Koko, Inui apparently doesn't want to drag you into the world of gangs and stuff. Inui cherishes you a lot were Koko’s words.

You respected Inui's choice but then those won't stop you from your blatant teasings.

You continued to work on your homework and beside you Inui was also diligently reading a book regarding machines.

You let out a loud sigh ,earning Inui's attention, as you leaned your head against the table and closed your eyes.

Inui peeked from the corner of his eyes to see what you were doing to find you sleeping. Your facial expression was relaxed unlike the teasing one you always wore, so you looked very much endearing to him right now.

Smiling to himself,wearing a soft expression,he too leaned on the table to face you,as his eyes trailed your facial features. You were simply so beautiful to him. So freaking perfect.

While staring at you, your eyes suddenly opened making Inui immediately straighten himself and act as if he was reading. But no doubt he got caught.

You smiled at him. "Don't tell me you were watching me rest,Inui?" You watched Inui simply ignore you, his only reaction was his ears turning bright.

You smiled to your self as you remembered the glimpse of the expression he wore while he was watching you. He looked at you with a doting expression, one with so much love, it warmed you to the very core.

You giggled as you put your books in your bag. "Inui,I'm done with my work. Want to go home?"

Inui nodded,he didn't turn to face you and instead immediately walked to the shelf to put back his book. Once you were done packing,you guys exited the library as Inui walked you home.

While walking a sudden beep from you phone grabbed your attention. You reached out to pull your phone to see a message from one of your friends. You smiled as an idea popped on your head.

"Inui,look at this." You showed your phone to Inui,who leaned in to get a closer look at what you were showing. You smiled to yourself with your heart beating a tad bit faster when you felt your shoulders touch.

The picture was of you and your other friends I'm costumes. "We went to a café last week and we were allowed to wear outfits." You explained. You were wearing a detective costume, other friend was in a sailor outfit and another in a maid outfit.

Inui stayed silent as he kept staring at you phone. "Don't tell me you're checking out my friends~" You teased.

"No...I'm looking only at you." Inui without missing a beat replied making your eyes widened.

It was moments like these,which had your heart pound against your chest. Moment which reminded you that your feelings were never one sided, so pure and so raw that these moments would return in your thoughts when ever you think about Inupi.

Since you were silent for a prolonged period of time with a dazed look,Inui tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

You looked away as you picked up pace,leaving Inupi behind as you cupped your blushing face. "You're being very unfair,Inui."

“Huh?” Inupi let out a confused sound. “What do you mean,Y/N?”

Yes,it was indeed unfair when you had to plan ahead of time to fluster Inupi yet he could do it to you at any given moment. Yet these moments made you the happiest.

[wordsfromthesol]

Hunted

Author: @wordsfromthesol​ Taglist: togasbetch malfoys-demigod pricetagofficial Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You're a detective at Bludhaven PD with Dick Grayson and when a serial killer your after starts hunting you down, you have no choice but to ask for his help. Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking Word Count: 2.3k

You had been working at Bludhaven PD for about 2 years before the hotshot Dick Grayson came on the scene. Though you had grown into friends or at least friendly coworkers…he annoyed the shit out of you. After all, everything seemed to come so easy to the pretty boy Grayson and you could count the number of times you had actually seen him at the station on one hand. Thankfully this happened to be one of those times because you had run out of options.

"Dick, can I get your eyes on this case? I'm been staring at these files for hours and can't find the pattern. Yeah, they've obviously got a type. But that's not enough to go on."

Dick briefly runs through the file before staring blankly up at you. "You can't be serious, right? You need to take yourself off this case."

"People are dying, Dick." You had already assumed you would get some pushback from the star detective.

"I can't let you go after this guy. You're an exact match to all 5 people they've killed." Dick attempted to reason with you, to no avail.

"Then I'm the exact person who should go after this guy. Rather it be me than some civilian." Finally, Dick relented and gave you some useful information.

"Well…everyone was taken near an abandoned subway line." He takes out a highlighter and marks up the map. You tried to mask your nervousness as the bright yellow line stopped a block from your apartment.

"Thanks…I didn't even notice that." He nodded, still apprehensive about giving you the information, as he handed the file back to you. Tucking the papers away, you decided to finish up the research at home. 

As you sauntered home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. Stopping at the crosswalk, you noticed a man staring at you in your peripheral vision. You swore he was the same man from five blocks ago. Surely you were just paranoid…right? You began weaving in and out of the crowd, making a complete circle back to the crosswalk. Yet there he was in the corner of your eye. This wasn't paranoia. This was real. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and pressed Dick's contact card.

"Hey, uhm…remember that case we were talking about today?"

"You mean literally 20 minutes ago? Yeah, I remember."

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, "Well you were probably right." Dick could hear the shakiness in your voice.

"He's following you, isn't he?"

Your current situation momentarily left your mind as the words tumbled out of your mouth, bypassing the brain. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"

"Don't go home. I'm coming to get you." You wanted to plead with him to stay on the line, but your stubbornness got the best of you. Slowing your pace, you attempted to stay in the crowd and walked straight. How was Dick even going to find you? As soon as the thought danced across your mind, there he was, as if you summoned him from thin air.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out from the street. A deep sigh of relief flooded over you as you trotted over to him. Crawling on the back of the motorcycle, you didn't bother asking where he was taking you. Anywhere was better than here.

**

"Wow. Just wow." Dick shook his head in awe as he climbed off the bike, ushering you into the apartment building.

"It's not like I planned it." You tried to force the uneasiness from your voice.

"Right, of course not. You realize he had to have been following you for days now, right? He knows where you live. You can't go back there." You hadn't really thought about that, yet where were you supposed to go? You looked at him pensively, unable to form a proper sentence. "Looks like you're staying here then." The alacrity of the statement caught you off guard.

"I can't just --"

"Right right. So let's go antagonize the serial killer. Genius." The sheer amount of sarcasm took you aback, this was a completely different side of the infamous Dick Grayson than you were used to.

You glared at him as he opened the door to his apartment. "So dramatic…besides, someone has to stop him. He's already after me, so I'm the perfect bait."

Dick's eyes went wide. He looked at you like you had three heads before bellowing, "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

"Do you have a better plan?" Part of you hoped he would begin rattling off some convoluted trap. One that didn't hold your life in the balance.

"Well…not yet. But I'm sure we can think of something. Give me a few days."

**

A few days came and went and you were losing your mind in Dick's apartment. The worst part was, you were never alone. Dick or one of his family members was always by your side. You weren't quite sure how some 14-year-old kid was supposed to do anything if said serial killer showed up, but Dick was insistent.

Finally, you caught a break. Jason, your latest babysitter got called away on some emergency and Dick wouldn’t be home for another hour. Of course, Jason informed you to tell Dick he left just moments ago, which actually worked in your favor. You dialed Captain Holt on your phone and began to strategize. The captain wasn't keen on using you for bait either, but eventually, you swayed him. Everything was planned to take place tomorrow afternoon, a time Dick just so happened to be testifying in court.

"Y/N?" The confusion spread across Dick's face as he opened the door.

"I'm here!" You called out from the bedroom before stepping into sight.

"Where's Jason?"

"Oh, family emergency. But he left like two minutes ago. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay…" Dick didn't sound convinced.

"I also got a call from the captain today. He wants to meet with me tomorrow at 2." You tried to play it off as a casual request, but you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"What? Why? We still haven't caught the psychopath…plus I have court tomorrow."

"Dick, I'll be in a police station. You can drop me off on your way."

Dick let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But I don't like it."

**

You were absolutely terrified, but you tried your best not to let it show through. After all, you asked for this. Dick still seemed uneasy, even as he dropped you off at the precinct. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong. Though there wasn't much he could do at this point, considering he was due in court by noon.

"Y/N. Are you sure about this?" Captain Holt questioned as you walked into his office.

"No. But something needs to be done. This guy doesn't just give up. So either I'm bait and we have a chance at catching him, or I die a horrific death for no reason. Not the best of options."

Holt nodded in understanding, "Well everything is set up. We have snipers in position around the perimeter of your apartment and a dozen plain-clothed in the vicinity."

"So hopefully we have a chance. What about near the abandoned subway entrance? That's how Dick thinks he's staying out of sight."

"Covered. We are ready to go on your command. Though I still think Detective Grayson should be informed of the plan."

"He's in court. So he couldn't help out anyways. The fewer people that know, the better. Let's move."

**

You arrived at your apartment without any issues, though you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. With everyone watching you, it would be hard to notice one more face. Nevertheless, you persisted, attempting to go about your day in your apartment. The apartment that now seemed so foreign to you, though you had only been unexpectedly ripped from it a week ago.

As the day went on you began to feel more and more lightheaded. Normally, you would chalk it up to stress, but given the situation, you decided otherwise.

"Captain…"

"There is still no sign of him," he ignored the strain in your voice.

"I think…he's already…here." A crashing sound was left ringing through the earpiece.

"I want everyone on her position now! Get me a visual!" Captain Holt's booming voice commanded those around him. "Where are my snipers?!" An eerie silence crept over the line. "Shit." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. The dial tone appeared to mock him until finally the other end picked up.

"What happened?" The stringent words reverberated in the air.

"He has her."

"Goddammit. How did he get her out of the precinct?" Dick didn't wait for an answer. "Because she wasn't in the precinct. How could you let her be bait? You've seen what this guy does!" The anger was bubbling up inside him. Out of everyone, why you. Why did he have to go after you?

"I know."

"How long? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD HER?!" Two cops turned towards Captain Holt as Dick's voice echoed from the speaker.

"About a minute. From her apartment." As soon as the word left his lips, the line went dead. Holt buried his head in his hands. If there was any hope of finding her, it was Dick Grayson.

**

You woke up in a cold, dark, concrete room. "Well, guess that didn't work out as planned…" You mumbled to yourself, or so you thought.

"Really? You thought a bunch of cops in blue jeans could stop me? I've been hunting you for months. Along with the others.  But you. You were my challenge. I memorized everything about you. Your favorite breakfast, your confidants, what time you call your family. Lovely little folks, by the way. And then you thought you could hideaway in that pathetic little Richard Grayson's apartment. The only reason I didn't take you then is because I didn't want to. What kind of challenge would that be? That would have diminished everything!" He carefully stepped around your chair, weaving your hair in and out of his fingers, until he turned to face you. "But now, here you are! My masterpiece! My coup d'etat!" His lips forced their way to yours. "Don't worry, my sweet. I'll take my time with you. After all, the grand finale demands perfection!" The crazed man turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving you with your own horrific thoughts.

It felt like hours had gone by before he returned. When he walked in, his eyes went immediately to your wrists and fingernails, which were now bloodied beyond recognition. "Now I wish you hadn't done that. Blood does not make for a spectacular fossilization." He walked around and surveyed the damage. "I guess it was to be expected though. After all, it wouldn't be fun without the challenge."

"You know, you keep saying that this is some big challenge, yet you gassed me and then tied me up. That doesn't seem like you are really challenging yourself."

"Simple-minded fool! Challenges are not always those of brute force. It took planning and timing to get you here. Those 4 snipers set up on the surrounding roofs? Had to get them out of the way. A delay in your communication device? Truly a necessity. And though you had the foresight to add a few men to the abandoned subway tunnel, they neglected to surveil the associated maintenance hatches. So you see, your perfect encapsulation proves to be quite the…" You noticed a slight furrow of his brow as the sentence broke. "Challenge. Now to finish preparing the resin!" Off he galloped, but you swore something was off. A slight change in his mood.

You heard several loud bangs before your captor fell backward through the door. Nightwing loomed over his grisly body. Then his eyes shot up towards you.

"I'm okay." The words were forced from your throat. With those two small words, Nightwing glared down towards the man and began throwing punch after punch. "STOP! Please!" You screamed out the words, shocked at the vigilante's ferocity. Nightwing's eyes slowly shifted towards you. It was as if a twinge of pain ran its way through his body as he crept towards you. Once close enough, his hands carefully cradled your face until finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what I would have done without you. Why did you do something so stupid?" You could tell he wanted to say the words out of anger, yet a euphoric aura surrounded them instead.

Still confused, you began to answer as he unbound your wrists and ankles. "He wasn't going to give up. This was our chance to catch him…"

"I would've found another way!" The words burst out of him louder than expected. Nightwing let out a sigh as he helped you out of the chair.

"Alright, Dick, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a reaction...nothing. Worried he didn't hear you, you pushed the point further. "Guess I should be glad you weren't in court long."

Dick stopped in his tracks, finally realizing his mistake. "I…uh…left early." As the two of you got outside, there were a dozen cop cars already swarming the area. Two of the officers came up to meet you.

"Detective! Are you alright? What happened?!" The first began to raddle off questions, but Dick quickly deflected.

"You can find out later. I'm taking her to the hospital. Your man is inside, unconscious."

"I can still talk ya'know…" You mumbled as the officer ran off to inform the others of the new information.

"Yeah, but then you'd try to convince me not to take you to the hospital. And that's not going to happen. But don't worry, the captain is on his way there now. You'll get to regale the entire course of events with him."

It was almost scary how well he knew you. "You'll stay too?" The simple question caused an oversize grin to spread across his face, but all he did was simply nod.

[doomed-prophetess]

Do you have any headcannons or ideas for any of potential male leads for og! Penelope? Also I liked the ones that you suggested in my previous ask

P.s. Penelope deserves better than to be pair up with her tormentors like come on

My favourite idea of a male lead for Penelope is a cook. No secret bastard prince or powerful wizard hiding his talents. Just someone absolutely ordinary. I have a few reasons for this choice: All of the men who tormented and killed Penelope were nobles (Callisto is a crown prince, Iklies a prince of a fallen nation, Vinter is a marquis, Reynold and Derrick are dukes). On top of that they are usually insanely talented at something be it swordmanship or magic. They could easily crush Penelope between their fingers. Penelope has no good association with the nobility. Whenever she leaves the house to go to balls she gets either ignored or mocked. She has to bow down to them and make herself small and insignificant and apologize for anything that caused troubles even if it wasn't her fault.

If her love interest was a commoner this would be quite a different story. It would be a different kind of power imbalance where the girl is kind of in charge instead of the guy. Remember when she was alone with Iklies and it was probably the first time she smiled from the bottom of her heart? With a commoner lover Penelope could finally be herself without worrying how others might perceive her. She doesn't have to follow complicatet etiquettes or watch his every move to detect any sign of anger. It'd be true freedom.

Why a cook you ask? Because food is a love language and for Penelope, someone who has grown up with food insecurity, being cooked for and served a warm homemade meal has a big meaning. It means "I thought about what you might like and cooked it with you in my mind. I want you to be full and happy and never be hungry again for the rest of your life." It'd be just very sweet.

I picture them starting out as childhood friends. The boy doesn't start out as a cook. He's a kitchen boy or a servant meant for the lowest and dirtiest work. He has to chop the firewood and do the washing up. He's getting a bit pushed around by the fellow servants and the dream of becoming a gourmet cook is still out of reach for him.

How do they meet? After a week of being starved again, Penelope sneaks into the kitchen to steal some leftovers and there she catches him stealing a pie! At first she's very angry at him. The food was meant for her (it wasn't) and all the anger at being starved is suddenly redirected at him. She can't scream at him as it might alert people but she shakes him, glares at him and threatens she'll tell the duke. The boy apologizes profoundly and explains he couldn't help himself he was so hungry and Penelope..understands. She knows what it's like to be a commoner and live at the mercy of others. They make a deal: she won't snitch on him and he won't tell the others about her coming down to the kitchen.

They start out as just two stranger bound by nothing but their unfortunate circumstances but eventually they become friends. Sometimes he waits for her to come out at night at a certain time and has already food prepared for her and is sad when she can't make it.

I headcanon him as having a sick mother or a crippled father (from the war maybe?) making him the only breadwinner of his family full of hungry younger siblings. And more often than not he has given up his food to them. He's just a very kind person and can't stand to see a person in need. When he mets a beggar on the streets he'd give him his last shilling that he wanted to use to buy candy for his youngest sibling. I also picture him as a bit dumb? Or naive? Like he legit didn't notice what was going on with Penelope until he actually met her. He just thought the bad leftovers were for the pigs or something. In his defense he worked his fingers to the bone 24/07 and just had other worries.

I also have the headcanon that Penelope leaves jewels as a gift to him to show her gratitude but he thinks someone is trying to blame him for theft and tries to get rid of them lol.

When Ivonne arrives and Penelope is blamed for the poisoning and confined in her room, he uses the time window where her door is unlocked and he has to serve her food to gives her the uniform of a maid and they escape at night together. They settle somewhere far away from the capital, pretending to be a young married couple in need of a job. The boy becomes a cook just like he always dreamed of and Penelope is finally free from her family. She is unspeakably happy when he asks her a few years later for her hand in marriage (for real this time) and they open up their own restaurant with their savings.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Telegrams & Teacups

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader (Enola Holmes)

Warnings: None.

Summary: Your morning was normal until you received a telegram from your friend Sherlock Holmes with a simple request: help him find Enola.

A/n: This tiny idea had me so obsessed that it’s all I’ve been writing for the last few hours! I have no regrets <3

You had just poured yourself a cup of tea and set it down on the small table by the armchair when there was a knock at the door.

How peculiar. You thought to yourself. 

Crossing the room, you turned the handle and propped open the panel of wood to see who your guest was and was met with a man from the post office holding in his hands a beige envelope.

“Telegram for (Y/n).” He explained. You confirmed your identity and were handed the papered item bidding the gentlemen a good day.

With a swift closing of the door, you leaned against it and opened the letter, recognising initials of S.H on the bottom right corner. Sherlock had told you that he was leaving to attend to a personal matter in the country yesterday morning so if he sent a priority telegram to you, then there must have been a development in the case.

Unfolding the paper, you read the message and learnt that he requested your assistance in locating his sister Enola Holmes who he suspected to be in London and that he would be back in the city later that afternoon. At the bottom of the letter there were the words ‘URGENT’ and a short series of words describing the girl scrawled rather messily, no doubt belonging to his brother Mycroft who was constantly teetering on the edge of patience.

You glanced over at the teacup still sending swirls of steam into the air and sighed - your drink would have to wait. Grabbing your coat from its stand, you hastily put it on and dashed out the door. 

When you stepped out onto the street, you remembered Sherlock once mentioned having a sister that he had not contacted in years. It was a simple remark that he let slip when he had his guard down around you - it didn’t happen often and he had caught himself before opening up to emotion. A trait that you had come to accept.

Focusing back on finding the youngest Holmes sister, Sherlock had told you of the station that she would have gotten off at. A station name was all you needed because as it turned out, you were rather gifted at getting into people’s minds and predicting the footsteps that they had taken and ones that they were likely to take next.

From the way Sherlock had explained the situation in the letter to Mycroft’s hasty emotion-driven description, you could tell that Enola was on the run to escape her brothers and a young girl out of place, who wanted to stay hidden, would have to blend into the crowd.

Your feet brought you to the first dress shop on the street from the station. Peering through the window, you noticed that the shop owner was counting a large wad of cash that seemed to be suspiciously ‘earned’ by an otherwise empty and ragged looking store. Your eye also caught the clothing rack of beautiful dresses and the empty hangers by the window. 

‘Unrefined’ was one of Mycroft’s choice words and it seemed that Enola was clever enough to use his descriptions to her advantage.

Stepping back from the shop, you looked around the busy and bustling streets. Dressed like a lady, the young girl would be in need of accommodation, therefore she would have asked the shopkeeper for suitable lodgings to avoid wandering the streets aimlessly.

As if on cue, the dressmaker walked out of her shop and made her way across the street. Letting your instincts lead, you followed at a safe distance with a casual stride so as to not arouse suspicion. In a matter of minutes after turning a few streets and across empty passages, you had tracked the shopkeeper to what looked like a lodging of some kind on the edge of a suburb.

It was not terrible but would definitely keep one out of sight. Walking in, you introduced yourself as an acquaintance of Sherlock Holmes and inquired about Enola. The bookkeep nodded and immediately led you up a narrow set of stairs before approaching a room and knocking on the door.

“Young Miss. You have a visitor.” They announced. You heard a small shuffle of feet from inside and the door creaked open to reveal and young girl with big brown eyes. She seemed to have recognised you, stepping to the side to let you in. She closed the door and turned around.

“I know who you are.” She said boldly with a fresh air of confidence that was not to be expected from someone so young. “You work for my brother, Sherlock.”

Looking around at the little space, newspapers scattered over the bed, you smiled at Enola’s phrasing.

“Actually I work with him - on the occasion.” You corrected wheeling back around to the girl who folded her arms.

“Why are you here?”

“A telegram from your brother.”

Enola frowned and shook her head. “Well, I won’t return home so they can ship me off to some home for girls to be oppressed into this world.” She looked at you and realised that you dressed in the typical London style like everyone else that she had come across and added a small, “No offence.”

“Believe me, I am not a person of societal rules. I wear no hat and no gloves, and my neighbour - your brother - usually has me wound up in one of his most outrageous cases.” You explained with a small laugh. “Mycroft only tolerates my so-called ‘embarrassing presence’ because Sherlock insists.”

Your words seemed to have reached the young girl from the way her posture fell more relaxed.

“So, you won’t take me to my brothers?” She asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle while shaking your head.

“No. Mycroft called you wild and unladylike in my telegram but as I stand here before you, I don’t see any of it. You’re remarkable and we’ve only met.”

Enola sighed with some relief that she was not going to be dragged away and smoothed out her dress before looking up at you. “Thank you.” She said politely.

You had completed the task of finding Enola Holmes as requested and bid your farewell to the young girl but not before reminding her to reach out to you if she needed assistance. While she appeared to be very bright and capable, the city had its dangers concealed as innocence.

Leaving the lodging, you trekked back home, picking up a loaf of bread from the wheat merchant for dinner. It had been a long day and you were ready to sit back and enjoy a fresh cup of tea given that the one you had made earlier would have likely gone cold.

At the door, you balanced the paper bag against your hip and turned the key to unlock your place of residence. This time when you walked in, you discovered that you weren’t alone - Mycroft was pacing by the fireplace while Sherlock had taken a seat in your armchair with a newspaper in his face.

“Has nobody told you that it’s incredibly rude to show up in a person’s home unannounced?” You wondered letting the door fall to a close behind you. Sherlock smirked behind the paper at your comment as he turned the page. Mycroft stepped in your direction and your eyes darted up to see the scowl beneath his moustache.

“What I find to be rude is that you took it upon yourself to be entertained with such trivial actions instead of carrying out the simple task of finding our sister.” He snapped, gesturing to the bread in your hands. His sharp tone of cold authority once intimidated you, but each encounter had you grow bold, refusing to be tread on by the man.

“A task so simple that she managed to elude your brilliant mind?” You questioned with a small purse of your lips and tilting your head ever so slightly to accentuate your sarcasm. “If that isn’t an embarrassment to the name of Holmes, I don’t know what is?”

It was like you had struck the man physically as his walking cane was suddenly pointed at you with warning.

“Watch your tone, (Y/n). I can make your life exceedingly difficult.”

You held your ground against the man and smiled back. “Just being in my presence is difficult enough.”

His jaw clenched; the eldest Holmes brother pulled his cane back to his side refusing to entangle in a pointless argument. Head high, he scoffed and grumbled about how disappointing you were and why Sherlock kept you around as he exited the apartment.

Thankful that he was gone, you walked over to the small table by the window and set the bread down before picking up scattered pieces of paper.

“I take it that you found her.” Sherlock inquired from where he sat.

“Of course. She’s quite well hidden.”

“You didn’t tell Mycroft.”

Turning around, you crossed the room to the fireplace to place a few stray envelopes on the mantelpiece. “I don’t believe I owe him an answer after he broke into my home like some common thief.”

Sherlock set the newspaper down and watched you, “And yet, you’ve let me stay.” He said curiously.

You dusted your hands and glanced over your shoulder, shooting him a playful, almost-teasing smile.

Taking that for your answer, the famed detective stood up and placed the newspaper back from where he first retrieved it. You had finished up and noticed that he was on the border of leaving too.

“I take it that you won’t tell me of her location either?” He surmised, tugging a little on his coat to straighten it out.

With a small laugh, you walked past him and patted his chest. “You might be more agreeable than your brother, but I have no desire to make your job easy, Sherlock.” You told him kindly. “I’ll keep Enola in my sights and hidden until you catch up.”

That’s when you saw it, sitting on the armchair table was your teacup from that morning except, instead of being filled with a cold liquid, it was hot and steaming. Frowning, you turned to Sherlock who was by the door, smiling at your bewildered expression.

“You’ve had a long day. I’ll give you some time to catch up.” He winked and stepped out, disappearing behind your front door.

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[allronix]

Carth and Force Sensitivity (crossposted from Reddit r/kotor)

This is for @k-she-rambles:

Okay, so while we're shooting the bantha crap over on KOTOR fan theories, u/134340Goat mentioned my all time favorite "Have you been chewing spice?!" fan theory when it comes to KOTOR: Is Carth Force Sensitive?

So this one starts with a story. I mentioned my brother in law, who is pretty much Keeper of the Jedi Archives. Seriously, he's an English teacher and my sister is a librarian. They met at a sci fi convention and their first date was Phantom Menace. We're taking not just geeks, but geeks who can throw the damn bookshelf at you. Brother in law bought KOTOR on the day it launched and turned it into a week long binge watch at his house. And because brother in law is that kind of geek, he's translating the characters into the West End D6 system. I'm watching him do a playthrough, and he's got Canderous and Zaalbar at Ajunta Pal's tomb.

Allronix: Huh. That's odd. Why aren't commenting on anything when Ajunta is speaking?

Bro in law: Oh. They can't even see Ajunta. You have to be Force Sensitive to see a Force Ghost The stronger your Sensitivity, the better you can see it.

Allronix: Really? Then how come Carth can see it?

Bro in law (gets the "holy shit, I gotta confirm this" look): Really?! He just sees something out the corner of his eye or something?

Allronix: No, he sees Ajunta just fine. Understands what the dude's saying too.

Bro in law instantly rolls back to his last save, swaps Zaalbar for Carth, and sees the bit in question.

Bro in law: Oh. Dear. (Goes over to make some quick scribbles on Carth's character sheet)

Okay, so maybe that was a lore fail. I didn't really think about it too much until I hit that False Level Up glitch and ran around with Carth and Mission as Sentinels. Now, while I couldn't really see Mission as a Sensitive, that little bit with my bro in law nagged at me. And became a "once you see it you can't unsee it." Apologies to TV Tropes, where some of these were my additions to the Wild Mass Guess entry on this topic.

Any one of these on its own is pretty easy to blow off. After all, man is career military, and knows All this Shit is Weird. I also like to think of Sensitivity as a spectrum and not a switch. If all life is connected by the Force, then all life would be Sensitive to some degree or another. It’s just a matter of to what degree. It’s only as the list gets longer and longer does the case start looking damning...

What are the odds of surviving that attack on the Endar Spire, getting to the escape pods, sharing the last escape pod with the mindwiped Sith Lord, piloting through the chaos, landing in what passes for the "good" part of town, remaining uninjured, pulling the badly injured mindwiped Sith Lord from the wreck, evading Sith detection while all this is going on, and just happening to find a dump of an apartment where the landlord's not asking questions? That is one amazing string of coincidences and good luck. Get that many in Star Wars, and it's definitely The Force sticking its nose in things.

Piloting the escape pod to land in the Upper City, piloting the Hawk through the Sith Blockade of Taris, the random Sith patrols, the escape from the Leviathan, and the fleet around Lehon along with the crash landing that left the ship easily repairable. Now, compare to Atton who we know to be an excellent pilot and drawing on The Force who still manages to crash the ship at least three times.

He's a scary good judge of character if you're interacting with other NPCs. If you watch him with other NPC characters, he's got a pretty good compass as to which characters are being helpful and which ones are full of shit. The only one he calls incorrectly is Rukil, who is probably also an untrained Sensitive (the age, the "marked" comments) and half senile, which is probably throwing him.

Related to that, his distrust and wariness about something not adding up with the PC, the Jedi Council feeding the party a line of bull, that things just aren't adding up. And on all of it? Dead on. He's 100% right about the Player Character, he just expected something a little less crazy than "that's Darth freaking Revan."

If you play Female Revan, then Carth's the one who gets fried in the torture cages on the Leviathan. Saul comments how strange it is that Carth takes so much punishment and still remains conscious. Now, this is a low level thing, but in lore, Force Sensitives have drawn on it to keep them alive or conscious under duress. Explicitly, the first sign we got that Leia was a Sensitive when she withstood the Imperial torture droid.

Another of his scary ass judge of character feats? In the comics, Zayne (who is on the run from the Jedi, who framed him for the murder of his classmates) has a vision that Mandalorians are coming for Serroco. Saul? Laughs it off, throws Zayne in the brig. Zayne's own friends don't even believe him. Carth gets one of those creepy hunches and starts calling in "duck and cover" sirens as far as he can broadcast, which sends seventeen cities and millions of people heading for shelter. It saves their lives and Carth is called a hero for it. Armed with another hunch, he disobeys Saul (remember this is before Saul nukes Telos) and lets Zayne "escape" from custody. Mind you, not even the Jedi or his party members believed Zayne. Carth did.

Carth makes a lot of creepy weird offhand predictions about the future. He says he knows on some level he'll be there when Saul dies. That certainly pans out. He makes an offhand prediction that the Jedi have set the party up to take a fall. Right again. He tells a female PC that she'll have to make a choice soon, one she can't walk away from. And then we get the temple top. He even blurts out that "I sensed you would have to make a choice soon, and that was it*, I can feel it!"* If you specify a LS Female Revan, his recording for T3-M4 says he's had a hunch Revan would leave without warning. Again, spot on.

Specify a LS male Revan, and Carth will remark to Bastila that seeing the Exile reminds him "there are worse things to lose." The only other people who can see just how screwed up the Exile is are the Jedi Masters, Chodo Habat, and the Force Sensitive party members.

Specify a LS female Revan, and Carth will insist that he would know if Revan were dead (again, scary ass intuition) and that there's an "emptiness" where she used to be. Now, remember one of the things about a broken Force Bond? It would simply be "empty, a wound."

You know how your party members in KOTOR 2 feel upset or even horrified as they realize they feel compelled to protect Exile and can't being themselves to leave, even when said actions are kicking puppies? And how they swing wildly from being crazy, almost stalker level possessive of them to being scared out of their wits and clamming up when you try to pry anything out of them? And the more potent (and untapped) their Force Sensitivity, the more they get hammered with the effect? (Mira and Atton in particular) Yeah. Now, Carth's "I don't wanna talk" looks a bit different, doesn't it? It could also account for that romance arc, especially if you roll a DSF Revan and go for that "everyone dies" ending.

Again, Ajunta Pal. Seeing a Force Ghost? Yeah. Some degree of Sensitivity needed. Understanding what he's saying? Yeah. Takes a bit more than that. And Carth makes a weirdly insightful comment about the Dark Side on top of it.

Notice that this a wall o text argument already, and I'm now just getting to the "Yeah, his kid is able to throw around mid-level Dark Side powers and packing a red lightsaber." Given the jawline and the muleheaded attitude, no way Morgana was fooling around with the pizza delivery boy. That's definitely Carth's kid, and that's definitely Force Sensitivity. Now, while it can skip a generation (see Theron Shan), it tends to run pretty heavy in families.

Lastly? Gee. He comes from a planet settled by and heavily populated by descendants of Force Sensitives who failed their training. I'm also willing to bet some bastard children of Jedi get passed off as "foundlings" and "orphans" and dumped there, too. Jedi are forbidden attachments, but not sworn to celibacy, so...yeah, bastard kids are gonna happen. There's probably a Jedi or two in that family tree. It's circumstantial evidence at best, but it still supports the case.

Now, any arguments I missed? Counterarguments?

And the million credit question: If there's a character who gets to break this news to poor Flyboy, who do you think would actually take that on? How do you think Carth would take that kind of news? And what, if anything, would come of it?

I kinda figure Jolee might be the only one nuts enough to poke that with a stick...I also kinda figure "Sentinel" would fit best. Consular? Hell no. He hired Mical for that. Guardian works with the feats, but the whole "ferreting out deceit and injustice?" Yeah. That's Carth.

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🖤Hero Academia — Aizawa🖤

Note: I thought I’d post an old work here. Also, b/c I’m seeing a lot of minors migrate to ao3, I’m thinking of switching all my works to here since it’s easier to monitor, which means I’m deleting my ao3.

⚠️: bulge, breeding, somnophilia, cnc

He’s late. Just as you thought, but that’s expected of Pro Heroes and you can’t blame him for being one. You knowingly accepted your common law conditions, so you can’t complain. You reached for your phone hoping to see his name tangled within the notifications.

NekoZawa: late

Was the only message that caught your attention with a little bit of disappointment. Deep down you already knew it’d come to this, but you still can’t help feeling let down a bit. As you were about to change out of your getup a series of sharp knocks startled you, catching you off guard.

“It’s mee!” shouted the familiar voice.

Midnight?!

You rushed to open the door.

“Kayama? You’re ba—,”

“Ahhhh! So cute, so delicate, just youth!” she huffed in excitement at the sight of your longline lace bra and single-ruffled panties.

“Ah! Wai—youth? You know we're not that far in age,” you said, as you try to hide behind the door.

“Please, I'd kill to be 5 years younger, and don’t even try hiding from me. Even though he doesn’t care much about looks this definitely falls within his tastes,”

You blushed at the compliment, wishing it had come out of Aizawa’s mouth instead.

“Anyways,” she continued, “how about some bubble tea? I got your favourite,” she whipped out a bag of drinks from behind her. You wonder if she knew of your plans and came to cheer you up.

Who am I kidding, she’s an R-rated hero. Her sixth sense is basically her sex sense.

“Yeah, I could use some company,” you smiled in relief, thankful for her sharp intuition.

Before you knew it, 9PM became 11PM in what felt like 30 minutes and that heavy feeling weighing on your chest left after a couple of laughs here and there. You couldn’t help but feel better in the presence of Kayama, you have no choice but to feel better in her presence.

“And after I showed his class a pic of you, that grape idiot said ‘ if that raggedy ass man of a sensei is able to snatch a woman like that then there’s still hope for me, right?! Right?!’ in that stupid lisp of his! I couldn’t help, but cackle in his face! Hahahahahahahaha!”

“Grape idiot?!,” you laughed, almost choking on your tapioca.

“It caused this huge uproar which took Aizawa an hour to settle down,”

“Sounds like an exaggeration to me,”

“Really? Then I’d have to ask Principal Nezu for permission to let you visit. Hmmm, maybe a surprise visit during his birthday, I’d get to see that purple shit bleed from his eyes again. Hah!” she said, her sadistic side twinkling in her eyes.

You could tell she wasn’t lying about the surprise visit as she hummed her thoughts between sips of beer. Although you know how much Aizawa likes to keep his private life separate from his professional life, your thoughts couldn’t help but ponder in curiosity at how he acts around his infamous class 1-A students. All he ever does is complain about them every time you ask, but just thinking about him acting like the strict teacher Kayama says he is . . . makes . . . you . . .

“Oi, oooii . . . I said OI!”

“Gah!”

“What the hell’s got you blushing like a dazed mess?”

“Blushing? . . . !”

You clasp your hands over your face, as if you’re trying to keep your thoughts and daydreams from escaping. You let your imagination run wild just from thinking about Aizawa as a teacher — his strict demeanour and cold eyes piercing through you . . . his deep growls muffled at the base of your neck as his grip tightens around your waist and hair . . .

“Oh! What time is it?” Kayama exclaimed, disrupting your thoughts.

You reach for your phone to check the time, seeing 11:17PM illuminating from the screen before flipping it to Kayama.

“Perfect!”

You cock your head to the side trying to think of what could make Kayama that excited, but before you could react, her quirk had already taken hold of your consciousness.

Aizawa let out a heavy sigh staring at the time on his phone. It wasn’t the first time he’d let you down like that, even though it’s out of his control he still can’t help feeling disappointed in himself. Pro Heroes always have unpredictable schedules, but still, he’d wish his schedule had gone his way today.

“Thanks as always, Eraserhead. I’ll send the details your way once we’ve confirmed the date,” Tsukauchi reassured, dismissing him for the day. Aizawa nodded in response, finally, he thought. As he walked out of the station, his phone vibrated.

Ugh, what now?

He reached for his phone and unlocked his screen.

Kayama? Probably just more cat pics.

But much to his surprise, the series of pics caused him to stop in his tracks.

Kayama: Bon appétit! *kissy face*

Was the only message that followed at the end of the series of pics. After Kayama used her quirk to put you to sleep, she happily cleaned the place up and settled you prettily onto the bed in an innocent, but also, somewhat tempting position. Who could blame her? She had a knack for setting up tempting situations for her best friends. Aizawa tapped on each pic, examining the details of your delicate lace bra and fluttery panties. He really wished his schedule had gone his way today. The longer he stared at each pic, the bigger his temptation and pent up emotions grew — frustration, doubt, confusion, jealousy, anger, greed, love, lust, it was causing him to lose all sense of logic. You were causing him to lose all sense of logic and he hated it. It’s his first time experiencing something like this, he’d never romantically loved anyone until you came into his life. At first you were just like any other Pro Hero he teamed up with in previous missions, but the mission you two took on escalated into an emotional high profile case, which caused him to spend more time with you. One thing led to another and now, you’re each other’s common-law spouse. Both of you could care less about the huge wedding traditions of planning a wedding day, banquet halls, invitations and all that, but unexpectedly, he did buy you a wedding ring — a customized designer ring at that. Not only does he not care about appearances, but he also doesn’t seem to care about prices, so long as it serves its purpose.

“Uh, Eraserhead? Everything okay?” Officer Sansa tapped on Aizawa’s shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, Detective Tsukauchi already settled on a date already?” Aizawa quickly locked his phone and tucked it back into his pocket.

“Um, no, he was actually worried about you . . . you’ve been standing still here for a while now, just staring at your phone . . .”

The logical Pro Hero himself didn’t even realize that he stopped walking and was surprised to see the station still behind him. Tch .

“. . . yeah, I think I should head home now. Someone’s waiting for me. Thanks, Officer Sansa.”

He waved at the cat officer before tucking his hand back into his pocket, unconsciously digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands in frustration. He hated this feeling . . . and he can’t wait to take it out on you .

Aizawa hesitates to open the door, unsure of how he’d react when he sees you for himself. He carefully turns the knob, making sure not to make a noise that’ll wake you from your peaceful slumber. You were just like the pics Kayama sent him — back exposed with the soft glow of the city night lights highlighting your dainty shoulder blades . . . arms clutching the pillow from underneath that pretty little head of yours . . . one leg hitched up to the side while the other was elongated and tucked half way into the sheets . . . As he reached to caress your face, he noticed his hand trembling from suppressing his temptation. Tch. He pulls his hand back in frustration.

“ . . . mmph . . . Shou . . . ta . . .” you murmured in your sleep in between heated breaths.

That was enough for Aizawa to let go of any sense of logic and common sense he had left, and before he knew it, he was hovering over you — the weight of his body sinking into the duvet. His eyes trailing over your features, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you take — a reassuring feeling that you’re real and very much alive to him. He annoyingly hears his name from the teachers at UA all the time, but when it whispers out from between those pretty lips of yours, it made him experience a feeling he wasn’t used to controlling. He gave in, leaving trails of kisses that slowly turned into hickeys and then bite marks. He felt bad for leaving those marks on your supple skin, but he also wished they were permanent, as if the wedding ring doesn't speak for itself anymore. Aizawa’s grip tightened on your thigh at the thought of anyone else touching you, pinning your leg to your chest. His rough hand traces down your curves before slipping them in between your thighs — a wet sopping mess.

Ah, her panties are ruined . . . shame, he thought as he ripped a slit open, big enough for what you’re about to take in. Whoops . . . I’ll just get her a new one.

The temperature of your body was rising as he continued to press up against you, leaving marks on your collarbone and teasing your insides with his thick calloused fingers. A wave of pleasure ripples through your moonlight kissed skin, slowly pulling you back to your senses. You bat your eyes a few times to shake off the heaviness weighing on your eyelids.

“ . . . Shou—haa . . . !” your body twitched as another wave of pleasure came over you, shaking off your sleepy numbness, awakening your sense of touch as you grip his forearm trying to get him to slow down. It was no use given how enamoured he was with your reaction, your measly grip is as light as a feather against his strength.

“Haa . . . wait . . . slowdow—mmph!,”

Aizawa places his hand over your mouth, silencing your relentless begging. You finally noticed his flushed face and entranced eyes — a face you’re not used to seeing.

“Shut up, if you know what’s good for you,” his deep voice reverberated in your ear, sending a ripple of shivers down your neck. He was a completely different person in a completely different headspace. The only thing that can bring him back to his senses is your safe word, but you know that if you give in he’d completely stop and resist touching you for days as penance for losing control. But . . . you love it when he loses control along with his sense of logic, so you melt into your favourite position, signaling him to release all his pent up emotions in you — a mating press. You bite your trembling lower lip, begging with your wet eyes as a smirk played across his face. He gently kisses your forehead before pulling down his bottoms, revealing his thick throbbing cock. Your cunt twitched at the sight of it, squeezing out your fluids, dripping down like honey.

“How badly do you want it?”

“. . . badly . . . Shou~ta~ . . .” you cooed.

His cock twitched at the sound of your light and airy voice, precum drips onto the sheets.

“Not yet,” he said as he began stroking his cock on your clit, making sure not to let an inch slip inside you. The sensation drives you crazy as you whimper and whine for him to fill you up inside, desperately begging with your hips. But Aizawa’s firm grip on your thighs won’t let you, and keeps you from getting what you want. You miss the feeling of being bred full . His strokes were getting faster, his panting turning into growls. Your body tensed and toes curled as the feeling came closer, letting a desperate sigh escape from your mouth.

“Already? But I’m not done with you yet,” he playfully whispers in your ear before ramming himself inside you.

“Haa!” you yelped.

Your plump walls twitch at the sudden movement, tightening itself around his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” he chuckled, cockingly.

Tears well up in your eyes as you bite back your whimpering. He grabs your hand and firmly places it on your lower abdomen,

“Do you feel me? I’m right here.”

With your hand firmly placed on your stomach, you can feel his bulge every time he strokes his cock in you. He keeps it there, so that you have no choice but to feel it until the very end — up until his cum fills you up inside. His long strokes began to shorten, each stroke getting harder than the last and unable to hold in your pants and moans. Not only can you feel the warmth fill you up, but you can also feel his cock releasing globs of his milk from the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. Your fingers dance around it making him twitch, his bruising grip tightening around your wrist.

“Fuck,” he grunts, looking down at the mess you both made.

Your cunt was swelling at the amount of cum it’s trying to keep from spilling, gushing out every time your sticky walls twitch. Before Aizawa was about to pull out, you grab his arm,

“Wait . . . not yet,” you must’ve been pouting when those words fell off of your swollen lips cause you’ve never seen his features soften like that before. He lowers himself, feeling his weight sinking into the bed as he tenderly kisses your forehead, brushing your slick baby hairs from your face . . . the warmth of his forehead resting against yours . . . the reassuring feeling of his hand gently cupping your flushed cheeks . . . You reach for his face, thumbing the scar under his eye, diving in for a deeper kiss and wrapping your arms around him. His heart begins to beat harder as you begin to feel his cock swelling up again from inside you.

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Still Insufferable (Damian Wayne x Reader)

This is a part two to Insufferable! I had an anon request this a while back and found some prompts that gave some great inspiration! Hope y’all like it! You don’t need to read part one, but it does make the transition smoother. For reference, you and Damian are 17. 

Words: 2,800 

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

Warnings: None

“Do you ever follow directions?” A familiar, condescending voice asks you from the ground. 

You spot an annoyed Damian Wayne from your upside perch, staring up at you with crossed arms. You grin, a little too excited to see someone who looks so annoyed with you. 

“I’m creating an extensive target practice!” You claim, gesturing with your bow to the targets down range

“By hanging upside from the rafters?” Damian raises an unimpressed eyebrow. 

“You’re questioning my methods.” 

“I’m not questioning it,” Damian corrects. “I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

You gasp in mock offense then unhook your legs and flip to the floor. 

“Your words wound me!” 

“You’ll recover,” Damian says dryly. 

“I thought you would approve of me making a more comprehensive training.”

“You were hanging upside down from the rafters. How is that more comprehensive?” Damian questions.

“Because I don’t always get the pretty shot with the perfect set up in the field!” You argue. “Sometimes, I’m making the shot while hanging upside down with a broken toe!” 

Damian pauses, his eyes flickering to your feet. 

“Is your toe broken?” He asks.

He almost sounds concerned. It’s kind of sweet. 

“No,” You admit. “But what if it was?” 

He blinks. The concern is gone. 

“You spend too much time with Roy and Jason.” 

“Well, Roy is basically raising me at this point, so yeah, kind of,” You point out. 

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“Mission briefing.” 

“Aw, you came all the way here to tell me yourself,” You tease Damian, aware of the various intercoms around the Tower.

He scowls at you, but doesn’t dampen your good mood. 

“I was the closest to the range. It made the most sense for me to come tell you.” 

“No need to make excuses,” You shrug. “I get it, I’m amazing and you can’t resist being around me.” 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“You know, that line didn’t fool me when we were 12 and it’s still not fooling me now.” 

Damian’s scowl deepens. 

“Mission briefing, now.” Then he walks off before you can make another smart ass comment. 

Sometimes, Damian makes it too easy. You hit the switch to pull the targets back in, figuring you’ll get your arrows later. 

You’ve been an official Teen Titan for a few months now. After Roy talked you into tagging along with the team for a mission, you were hooked. The rest of the team agreed to extend an invite to you, which you happily accepted. You love the team, including Damian. Despite your constant bickering, you and Damian work well together in the field, enhancing each other’s skills. 

In all honesty, you really enjoy being around Damian. While he’s a bit uptight, when he relaxes, he’s fun to be around. You’ve enjoyed getting to see the more relaxed side of Damian. Besides, it's fun to have someone who keeps up with every sarcastic remark you make, even if it includes him calling you insufferable. It’s a bit of a long shot, but you know Damian likes you more than he makes it seem he does. 

You head to the main conference room of the tower and settle in for a long presentation. While the briefings are long, and rather boring, they’re in depth. You have to give Damian credit, even when things go wrong on missions, his extensive briefings prepare your team for almost every possibility and help make adaptations to the plan on the fly. 

You fiddle with a pen, unscrewing it, laying out the pieces then put it back together as Damian talks. As you get more fidgety the longer the meeting goes on, Damian wordlessly slides a new pen over to you with a slightly different composition. You smile at him and busy your hands with taking part the new pen. Damian’s cheeks darken slightly, but before anyone can notice, he’s back in leader mode. 

Damian pulls up the blueprint, running through everyone’s role and position for the mission.

“And Black Falcon, you’re with me, handling guards on the roof and additional security measures.”

“The dream team,” You grin with a wink.

Damian rolls his eyes and ignores your remark. Instead, he fields any questions then dismisses the team. You glance down at the file briefing in front of you then remember one last question for Damian. As a few Titans clear out, you wander to the front of the room where Damian is studying the blueprint from the presentation. 

“Hey, boss man,” You wave your file at him. “This building is using the Kingsley Security system. What are your thoughts about debuting the new hacking arrows?” 

Damian frowns, flipping to the page with the schematics concerning the security system. 

“How effective is the firewall on the arrows?” 

“If you’re worried about them tracking back to us, the arrows’ firewall should be strong enough to erase our trail.” 

“Should be?” Damian raised an eyebrow. 

“They’ll be fine, but I don’t like to make guarantees.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because sometimes, shit happens.” 

“I don’t like variables.” 

“Well, Dames, I’ve got bad news for you about how life works.” 

You cross your arms, leaning your hip against the table. 

“I don’t like variables on my missions when lives are on the line,” Damian says, scanning over the Kingsley credentials. 

“We’re connected to a computer with the highest level of security to currently exist. Even if they manage to trace back the arrows, they won’t get far.” 

Jon and Colin watch you two bicker about arrows and security.

“He likes having someone to argue with way too much,” Colin mutters to Jon. 

Jon nods along. 

“You’re telling me. He’s not going to do anything about it though.” 

Colin cracks a grin. 

“He’s just gonna roll his eyes and tell her she’s insufferable.” 

Jon and Colin snicker, catching Damian’s attention. He narrows his eyes at the two who sit innocently. 

“Listen,” You bring Damian’s attention back to you. “It’s your mission and I’ll respect whatever you want to do, but the only way for me to improve the arrows design is to test them.” 

“I’ll consider it,” Damian says. 

His phone lights up with notification on the table. Your eyes dart toward the light and your eyebrows go up. Damian catches your eye and snatches his phone off the table with red cheeks.

“Am I your lock screen?” You ask with a small grin. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Damian shoves his phone in his back pocket. 

“Really?” Your grin grows as your eyebrows move higher. 

Jon and Colin watch with shit eating grins. 

“Grayson set it,” Damian growls. “I haven’t bothered to change it.” 

“Sure, he did,” You nod. “It’s a cute picture.” 

The picture is after Damian and Bruce got into a huge argument, bad enough that Damian called Dick to get him out of the Manor. Dick figured it would be a good day to give Damian a childhood experience he missed out on and decided to take Damian to a theme park. Knowing you were in town with Jason while Roy was handling some business in Gotham, he talked Jason into bringing you. While at the park, Dick insisted you and Damian needed to try a funnel cake since neither of you had ever had one. 

You and Damian decided to split one since Dick warned you they were pretty sweet. When you and Damian tried your first bites, Damian’s face instantly scrunched up which made you laugh and Dick managed to catch the moment on camera. 

Damian scowls at you while you just grin. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone and ruin your reputation,” You laugh, leaving the room. 

Damian scowls at you as you leave and returns his attention to collecting his files. 

“Ah Dames, get that look off your face, we all know how you feel,” Jon teases. 

Damian turns, scowling at Jon. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Sure you don’t,” Colin rolls his eyes. “We can all tell you like Y/N.” 

“She’s--”

“Insufferable,” Jon finishes. “Yeah, we know. You know, just because you keep saying it, doesn’t mean it’s actually true.” 

“And you know, we get it, you’re a condensing, uptight dick--” Colin starts to rattle off. 

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me?” Damian scowls at Colin. 

“It saves time,” He grins at his friend. “But, despite those things, you can be charming when you want to be. And if you actually acted on that charm, Y/N would agree to a date with you.” 

Jon stares at Colin for a minute, looking unimpressed then turns to Damian. 

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 

“I didn’t ask for advice,” Damian growls. 

“We are aware and we also are aware that you never will,” Colin nods. 

“Why not let yourself be happy, Dames?” Jon asks. 

“I am happy,” Damian glares at the two of them then walks out of the room, tired of hearing their advice. 

“Think he’ll listen?” Colin asks. 

Jon shrugs. 

“Who knows.” 

. . . 

Your back hits the ground but you roll to the balls of your feet, breathing hard. You tighten your grip on your bo staff, ready to lunge for another hit when you notice Damian walk into the training room. As he walks toward you, you straighten up and grab your water, figuring it’s time for a break. Damian raises his eyebrows at your bo staff. 

“That’s not your normal choice in weapons,” He observes. 

You shrug, taking a swing of water and ignoring your cheeks heating up. While you wanted to expand your training, you’ve seen Damian using a bo staff a lot. He seems to like them so you figured you’d give them a shot. Besides, Tim has given you a few pointers. 

“Decided to try something new,” You say casually. 

Damian quirks an eyebrow, but says nothing else. 

“I’ve been thinking--” He starts. 

“A dangerous pastime,” You nod solemnly. 

Damian glares at you but continues, as if he didn’t hear your sarcastic comment. 

“We have a strong enough firewall on the computer in the Tower that if your arrows malfunctioned, we could detect and fight a security breach.” 

“So, I can bring them on the mission?” You finish. 

“Yes.” 

“Sweet!” You grin, pumping your fist. 

Damian rolls his eyes again at your celebration, but you can see him trying not to smile. He turns to leave, but you look back at the bo staff you were training with. 

“Wait! Damian!” You call. 

He turns, looking at you with raised eyebrows. 

“You’re better with a bo staff than I am,” You admit. “Wanna help me out?” 

Damian’s eyes flicker between you and the bo staff. You see a small smile fighting its way onto his face. 

“I’ll change into something more suiting for training.” 

You grin, spinning the staff around you then go into a mock solute. 

“Yes, commander.” 

Damian rolls his eyes again, but leaves to change. 

. . . 

You swing your staff up hard, but Damian blocks it and swipes at your legs with a low kick. Grinning as he falls into the expected move, you flip your staff around and hit Damian’s side. He grunts and moves again, this time, landing a hard blow to your arm. You grimace at the force, but swing your staff around again and manage to knock Damian’s legs out from under him with a move he showed you. 

Damian hits the ground hard with a grunt, but instead of rolling to his feet for another hit, he lays on the ground, looking a little dazed. 

“I got it!” You cheered as Damian sits up, watching you with a small smile. 

“Drive your hips more so the power doesn’t come from your arms as much,” He instructs. 

“You know, with all the archery I do,” You flex a muscular arm. “I’m pretty sure my arms are stronger than my hips at this point.” 

Damian rolls his eyes as he pushes himself to his feet. You swear you sees his eyes lingering on your flexed arm. 

“Basic anatomy,” He claims. 

“Right, your definition of “basic” and a normal person’s is pretty different.” 

Damian raises an eyebrow at you. 

“How do you mean?” 

You narrow your eyes. 

“You know what I mean.” 

“I don’t,” But the slow start of a shit eating grin on his face tells you Damian knows how you meant that statement. 

You groan, throwing your hands up. 

“Okay, fine, Wayne. I’ll give it to you, you’re pretty smart.” 

“Am I now?” Damian full on grins, making your heart flutter. 

You roll your eyes again, despite your raised heart rate. 

“I’m not going to say it again.” 

“I didn’t think you would. It doesn’t change the truth.” 

You sigh, shaking your head. 

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” You question as you walk toward your water. 

Damian freezes for a moment, your words slowly mulling over in his head. Before he can say anything else, his watch beeps. Damian looks down at it with a scowl.

“Duty calls?” You ask, handing Damian his water. 

He looks up from the notification and nods. 

“Get dressed, we leave in ten minutes.”

. . . 

Following your normal post mission tradition, you relax on the roof with a few boxes of take out. You dig into your box of fried rice, enjoying the view as your legs dangle over the edge of the huge tower. The roof access door opens and someone sits next to you but you don’t have to turn to see who. Wordlessly, you hold out Damian’s vegetarian Lo Mein which you took the courtesy to grab while he showered after the mission. 

“Your arrows worked,” Damian comments, accepting the box from you and digging in with his own chopsticks. 

“Mmhm,” You hum with a smirk. “Told you.” 

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“Of course you wouldn’t be able to resist making a childish remark.” 

You grin, nudging Damian’s shoulder. 

“You knew I already knew the arrows worked. You just wanted to hear me say it.” 

“I absolutely did not.” 

“Sure you didn’t. I’m irresistible.” 

“You’re insufferable,” Damian corrects. 

“I still don’t believe that line.” 

“Your belief does not change the truth.” 

You laugh, leaning against Damian as you both continue eating, enjoying the view and each other’s company. After the first time Damian joined you on the roof, it became both of your traditions to enjoy your post mission meals together. Later, you would rejoin the team for game night or movie night, but for now, you two enjoy your quiet meals and unwind peacefully. 

Once your meals are finished and the boxes are discarded to the side, you scoot closer to Damian, resting your head on his shoulder. He slowly places a hand on your knee, seeming a bit uncertain. You smile to yourself and squeeze his arm, scooting a little closer to encourage him. He leans into you, seeming more relaxed by the affection. 

“You know,” You finally say after a few minutes of silently watching the sun set. “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” 

“How much did you intend to like me?” Damian asks.

You feel him starting to go stiff. 

“Well, given you insulted me when I first met you,” You point out with a shrug. “I didn’t expect to like you very much.” 

“And now?” Damian asks hesitantly. 

You lift your head from Damian’s shoulder to look at him, your noses inches away.

“Now, you’re pretty alright,” You tease, admiring his pretty green eyes. 

Damian rolls his eyes with a small laugh. 

“Just alright?” He asks, squeezing your knee lightly. 

“Well,” You shrug again, feeling your heart pound. “Maybe a little more than alright.” 

You stare at each other for a long moment until Damian’s eyes flicker to your lips. Here goes nothing. Before you can bring yourself to regret, you close the small distance between each other and press your lips to his. He’s hesitant for a moment, stiff against you. Before you can pull away, Damian’s fingers sink into your hair, pulling you closer as he kisses you back. 

You melt into the kiss and grip his shirt tightly. As he shifts his head to deepen the kiss, a voice yells from behind you: 

“It’s about time!” 

You and Damian jump apart, still holding a hand on each other to see Jon standing by the roof access door. Damian scowls at him while Jon grins like he’s just won the lottery. 

“You have no idea how annoying it was so watch you two pretend like you don’t like each other,” Jon rolls his eyes. “Come on, we’re starting game night.” 

He disappears back through the door as you look back at Damian. 

“Well, duty calls,” You joke, sliding off the ledge. 

Damian turns, catches your wrist, and tugs you back to him.

“They can wait,” He mutters to you, kissing you again. 

You happily melt into the kiss, your hands on Damian’s chest as his hands slide to your hips. 

“Am I still insufferable?” You tease against Damian’s lips. 

He smirks, standing to his feet and pulling you close by your waist. 

“Yes,” He kisses you again. 

I’ve been writing things as I get inspiration. I think I’ll be compiling a prompt lists soon because I have some request... They are really big ideas and I don’t think I can take on any projects that big right now. I hope you enjoyed!