medieval knight! price x armourer! reader
the mornings were the best part of the day in your opinion. none of the knights were awake yet, still sleeping off the previous nights drinks or recovering from a recent mission. it wasn’t until the early afternoon did men come for any alterations to armour or to pick up/ drop off weapons. the sun had just peaked through the front windows and the morning dew had just dried off the grass of the castle gardens. nothing had prepared you for the large unknown man standing behind your door with his fist raised to begin a knock.
gasping loudly and jumping backwards, both hands had raised to attack the unknown man. he had a similar reaction to your gasping at him, he stepped backwards and raised both hands in surrender. after a few moments and recognising he is not a threat, your hands dropped from attack and rested on your chest.
“apologise for my intrusion. i did not mean to frighten you.” the man kept his hands raised with two parchments of paper held to his palm by his thumb. the first thing you notice is his lips, gently encompassed in a thick well-kept beard. unlike other knights who were either clean shaven out of necessity or grew out dirty and untidy beards that made them look decades older. but not his, this made him look sophisticated and upper class, a man of status and respect. and those lips, soft and plump, ready for the taking. wait-
“uh...not at all, sir. what can I help you with this morning?” you stepped aside to welcome him inside your workshop, offering him a seat by the window. he held out the pieces of parchment to you, written directions from the king on this knights new uniform and armour requirements. he was the new military advisor, coming to join the other ranks of the men on the ground. it was rare such thing happened, most advisors relished in the comforts of palace walls and upper class living.
"new to the ranks i see. you're in for some trouble with this lot, sir" you tried to joke to loosen up the tension. his lips pulled into a smile with a gentle chuckle pushing through.
"nothing i can't handle im sure, miss." you nod back and gesture for him to stand up and follow you to a seperate room, the armoury room. he doesn’t say anything and followed behind you, the only sound giving him away his the brush of the fabric of his shirt against his pants as he moves his arms. the walls covered corner to corner in various types and layers of armour, all different sizes and shapes for various types of men and women. you reach out and grab a breast plate and tasses to try on first.
“try these on first, sir." he nods and silently follows your instructions. you stepped up to him to check the sizing, pulling at the plate and pushing a hand underneath to ensure there was space for him to breath comfortably and fit any thick winter wools underneath. the tasses on the other hand, barely fit over his thighs.
"let's try another one of these. step out, sir." you moved the piece of armour and searching through other sizes. you grabbed a larger size and handed it to him. it fit perfectly. you handed him brassards, gauntlets and leather gloves to finish off the top half of his armour. they all fit perfectly. you could see he was impressed.
"you're as good as they say you are." you're movements stopped. you were used to the flirty comments from the knights, arrogance is common on the battlefield. but you have never been complimented on your work before, most comments about your appearance or gender. you loved your job, you were go at it. your gaze went back to his mouth for a moment. this time catching his tongue slipping out to wet his bottom lip, soft and pink. perfect-
"thank you sir." you nodded and turned away to hide your blush. this was highly inappropriate to think about. he is miles and miles above you in the scheme of things. one wrong look or comment and you were out of here. you reached out to check the new additions to his armour.
"just price, miss."
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How did the kids got adopted in Civilian Bruce AU? Cause, excluding Dick, they all were involved with Batman first, Bruce second
ok SO
basically dick becomes nightwing first, and he did it for his parents, because he has a bleeding heart and a drive for change, and also because of bruce.
bruce is always on site helping victims of attacks in the aftermath or sometimes even when the bad guy is still around. one time, it gets bad and he gets caught in fear toxin, and he goes home to a worried alfred and dick.
"i'm so sorry, dick. i was so scared. i was so scared i wouldn't come home, i was so scared you would be all alone, i'm so sorry. i never want you to lose anyone again, sweetheart, i never want you to hurt like that again."
and dick just. kinda loses it because he hates so much that bruce is putting himself on the line, and dick is doing nothing. by this time hes already grown some, i'd say he would be around 18 when he makes the choice to become nightwing. i feel like he would have a lot of anger, especially so since he has no outlet as robin in this au, so he pushed everything towards gymnastics and martial arts. bruce understood his son's need for a release so he approved of it, not knowing that dick would eventually put his training towards becoming a vigilante.
for nearly 10 years, dick had watched the man, who took him in at his lowest point and helped him slowly start to heal, work late hours pulling shifts at local hospitals, attending galas to raise money, getting hurt being in places he had no obligation but every want as a bleeding heart to be, and he just. wants bruce to take a break. he wants to be the reason his dad can take a break and take care of himself and not worry about gotham. he just doesn't consider that HE will always be bruce's number one priority, that he would always be the person bruce would drop everything for should dick ever need him.
and thats the biggest irony because dick doesn't realize that until he's already into the vigilante business and ended up taking his little brother with him, who bruce had adopted after the kid has tried to steal the tires off one of his mercedes benz.
tim comes along after bruce connects the dots towards the drake's neglect of their son, and the kid comes around to the manor more often than he stays at his own home. after a legal battle and eventually janet and jack drake's passing, tim is officially adopted.
bruce happens upon cassandra when she first enters gotham after running away, and she's distrustful but instantly feels an odd sense of calm near this man who spent time with her and worried for her and knew sign language/ was willing to learn just so he could understand her in a way she was comfortable with. he insists checking up on her and she wants to keep coming back, so she does, and cass joins the family.
a few years earlier than in canon, a child is left on bruce's doorstep, who proclaims he is bruce's son, damian al ghul wayne. his mother, talia, has been impressed with bruce's conviction and his want for knowledge when he had been investigating the healing properties of the lazarus pit, but was ultimately disappointed by his lack of a taste for necessary violence. so after eight years, talia was reminded every day by her son's ever-changing face of who his father was, and how different it was the life bruce led. she did not truly want the life of an assassin for her son, so she sent him to gotham. its a rocky start, and damian had still received training and a sense of arrogance, but also a deep longing for open affection and approval that he finally receives from bruce and the rest of the family.
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hand on my stupid heart flashbacks
this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks.
will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it.
posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it
original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom.
800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)
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When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.
He almost went back.
Almost.
He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.
He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.
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Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.
Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー
The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.
While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.
Dad scrambled to shoot at him.
Danny fled.
His parents didn’t recognize him.
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The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.
He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.
The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”
Everyone pointed at Sam.
Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.
This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.
The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.
Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.
Surely they would know him on sight.
“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.
Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”
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Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.
He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?
They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.
It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.
Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.
VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.
Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.
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