#platonic!reader

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Can you pls do an angst fic where fem!reader is sarah's little sister and when she dies joel enters in such a heavy grief he ends up not being a good dad and makes her feel abandoned and forgotten, and tommy is the one who unnoficially takes to himself the role of father figure/protector seeing she needs it?

And one day, after years of reader living with tommy as if she were his little girl, joel (who might be finding himself again, maybe through ellie like canon) decides to have a heated heart to heart (like they had in episode one) accusing tommy of "made my child get distant with me" but tommy starts to giving a sense of reality to joel, saying everything he wants (like how joel made this himself and tommy just did what he had to do?)

Very tommy "might not be the dad, but the dad who stepped up" miller vibes. And a little jealousy now that joel wants the role back, just when Tommy got so used to this role already

Helloo, i hope you like it ~ ♡♡

The One Who Stayed .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Tommy Miller became your anchor when Joel couldn’t even look at you without breaking. He tucked you in, kept you safe, taught you to survive. Raised you like his own.

tommy miller & niece!reader

joel miller & daughter!reader

You were only six when Sarah died.

Only six when you saw your father fall to his knees in the dirt, cradling her body like the world might come undone if he let go.

And maybe it did.

Because the Joel Miller you remembered disappeared that night.

And in his place was someone hollow.

Someone who stopped speaking. Stopped looking at you. Stopped trying.

You clung to him the first few days. You cried so hard your voice gave out. You curled up on his chest like Sarah used to, hoping it might wake something in him.

But he just laid there. Breathing. Silent.

And when you whispered, “Daddy, I’m still here,” he didn’t answer.

It was Tommy who noticed you slipping through the cracks.

He’d show up to check on Joel and find you crying into your knees.

One night, Joel didn’t even notice when you didn’t come home.

Tommy did.

He found you, cold and alone behind a church wall.

He carried you home.

But not back to Joel’s place.

He took you with him.

It was only meant to be a few days.

But those days turned into weeks. Then months.

And Joel never came to bring you back.

He barely even asked where you were.

Tommy didn’t say much about it. He didn’t have to.

He just wrapped your hand in his, wiped your tears when they came, and started braiding your hair like Sarah used to do for you.

You stopped calling Joel dad.

Not on purpose. Not out of hate.

Just because he stopped being one.

But Tommy never tried to take that title.

He never asked for it.

Still… when you were nine and someone asked, “Is that your dad?” and you nodded without thinking, he didn’t correct you.

He just smiled at you later and said, “Don’t worry, kid. I’ve got you.”

And he always did.

Years passed.

You grew into your own. Smart. Sharp. A little quieter than you used to be. A little more guarded.

But Tommy saw you—all of you.

He taught you how to shoot. How to track deer. How to tell when someone’s lying. He knew the days you needed space and the nights you couldn’t fall asleep unless someone was in the chair by your bed.

And when he tucked you in, you never said it out loud, but you thought it—

This is what a father’s supposed to be.

Then Joel came back.

With a girl.

Ellie.

He was older. Worn. Still hard to read.

But when his eyes found you across the street in Jackson, you saw it.

Recognition.

And regret.

He tried to talk to you. Awkwardly. Like a stranger approaching a wild animal.

You were polite.

But distant.

Because how do you talk to someone who buried your sister and then left you in the wreckage?

How do you talk to someone who stopped being your father the moment your world shattered?

The real fracture came days later.

Tommy came home from the stables quiet, jaw tight. He didn’t even take off his coat.

You knew something was wrong.

“What happened?”

He sighed. “Joel—cornered me today.”

Your stomach twisted.

“What did he say?”

Tommy sat down hard. “Said I took you from him. That I turned you against him.”

You blinked.

Then laughed.

It wasn’t a funny laugh. More like a cracked one.

“He really thinks that?”

Tommy rubbed his hands together, rough palms dragging down his face. “He’s hurtin’. I get it. He’s feelin’ the weight now.”

“Now?” You looked away. “I was six. I waited years. He didn’t even say my name.”

“I know,” Tommy said softly.

“Did you tell him that?”

“I did more than that.”

FLASHBACK – Tommy’s POV

Joel’s voice had cracked with fury. “She’s my daughter, Tommy.”

Tommy had stepped in, face tense. “She was. But when she needed you—you were gone.”

“I lost Sarah.”

Tommy’s voice rose. “So did she. But unlike you, she didn’t get to grieve. She had to survive it. And I was the one who held her through it.”

Joel’s expression had twisted. “You replaced me.”

“No,” Tommy had snapped. “You left a hole. I just refused to let her fall through it.”

Back in the present, your voice came out small.

“He wants to be a dad again.”

Tommy looked at you.

“Do you want him to?”

You didn’t answer.

Because the truth was more complicated than yes or no.

You missed what he used to be.

But that version of Joel died with Sarah.

And the man who was left?

You weren’t sure he had a place in your heart anymore.

Later that night, Joel came to see you.

You didn’t let him inside. You met him on the porch.

He stood there, eyes lined with age and guilt, hands trembling a little.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For everything.”

You looked at him. Really looked at him.

He looked like a man who’d lost too much.

But so had you.

“I needed you,” you whispered. “And you weren’t there.”

“I know.”

“Uncle Tommy was.”

Joel’s shoulders dropped.

“And he still is.”

You didn’t say “you don’t get to come back and claim me now.”

You didn’t have to.

Your silence said it all.

And yet, you two talked a little.

Later, when you walked back inside, Tommy looked up from the couch.

You crossed the room, curled up next to him like you used to when you were little, and rested your head against his shoulder.

“He said sorry,” you mumbled.

“Yeah?”

You nodded.

“Still my girl?” he asked gently.

You didn’t hesitate.

“Always.”

And Tommy smiled. Proud of his daughter.

You don’t talk to Joel.

Not really.

You nod if he says hi. Keep your voice even when you answer. But you don’t talk.

You’re polite. Distant.

A stranger wearing your last name.

It’s been weeks now.

Tommy doesn’t push. He lets you be. But you know he watches you whenever Joel’s nearby. Like he’s waiting to see if something will change.

It doesn’t.

Not until Ellie shows up at your door one afternoon, kicking the heel of her boot against the porch like she owns it.

She looks awkward.

You’re suspicious already.

“What?”

She squints at you. “Can I come in?”

You cross your arms. “Why?”

She shrugs. “Because I have something important to ask, and it’s cold as hell.”

You roll your eyes and step back.

Ellie marches in like a one-girl army, flops down on your couch, and starts poking through a bowl of stale trail mix on the table.

“Do you even like this stuff?”

“Not really.”

“Figures.”

She pops a peanut in her mouth anyway.

Then: “So. Your dad’s Joel.”

You stiffen.

“My biological dad.”

She hums. “Right. And Tommy’s, your uncle is like… the real one?”

You don’t answer.

She glances up at you. “You don’t have to act like it’s a trick question.”

You look down at your hands. “What do you want, Ellie?”

“I wanna know,” she says, “if you ever missed him.”

You blink.

“Joel?”

“Yeah.”

She says it so plainly, like it’s not a name that opens wounds.

“I was six when he stopped being my dad.”

Ellie watches you. Doesn’t flinch.

“People mess up. Doesn’t mean they stop being your parent.”

You laugh. Dry. “It kind of does.”

Silence.

Then she says, softer, “He talks about you.”

Your heart pulls tight.

“He thinks you hate him.”

You don’t say anything.

“I don’t think you do,” she adds. “I think… you’re still hurt. And he doesn’t know how to come back from that.”

You swallow hard.

“I waited for him, Ellie. I waited for years.”

She nods.

“And uncle Tommy came. Joel didn’t.”

“I know.”

You blink at her. “Do you?”

She nods again. “I do. ‘Cause… I didn’t have anyone, at first. And then Joel showed up and started giving a shit. And it messed me up. Because I didn’t know how to let someone care about me like that.”

You look away.

Ellie leans forward, elbows on her knees.

“He doesn’t know how to fix what he broke with you. But I think he wants to.”

You whisper, “It’s not that simple.”

“No,” she says. “But it’s not impossible either.”

She stands.

“Just thought you should know.”

You sit with that for hours after she leaves.

Just you, and the ghosts.

And the one man still trying to come back from the dead.

The next morning, you go out.

Your feet carry you down streets you’ve walked a hundred times.

You don’t even realize where you’re going until you see the porch.

Joel’s porch.

He’s sitting there with a guitar on his lap.

He looks up as you approach.

Doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

You stand in the snow.

And you don’t know why you say it, or where it comes from, but—

“You used to make pancakes on Sundays.”

Joel’s shoulders tense.

“I’d always want chocolate chips, and Sarah would want bananas.”

His voice comes slow. Careful. “You hated bananas.”

“I still do.”

You look at him.

Really look.

Older. Quieter. Still haunted.

“I used to miss you every day,” you say.

Joel’s voice is low. “I missed you every day too.”

“You didn’t come back.”

“I know.”

Silence.

“I had to let go,” you whisper.

“I don’t blame you.”

You sit on the steps, a safe space between you.

“You’re not my dad anymore,” you say.

He nods. “I know that too.”

“But maybe,” you add, “you can try being… something.”

His voice cracks. “I’d like that.”

You nod once.

No promises.

But something.

You don’t tell Tommy right away.

But he knows.

Later that night, when he sees the way your face softens just a little at the mention of Joel’s name, he gives you a small smile.

Doesn’t say “I’m proud of you.”

Doesn’t need to.

You already know.

Because Tommy’s still your dad.

He’ll always be your dad.

But maybe now, there’s room for the man who lost his way…

…to find a way back in.

[writer-in-wonder]

what being a little sister figure to joaquin would look like (found family)

a/n: finished brave new world today and UGH i loved seeing joaquin get more screen time!

i added a line break just because it’s a long post lol :)

• remember when sam called joaquin “kid” when talking to isaiah at the end of BNW?

• well you’re even younger than joaquin, so imagine how much more they look out for you.

• the MCU has already deviated a bit from joaquin’s story in the comics, notably that he’s from miami in the movies but in the comics he lives in arizona after immigrating from mexico

• also in the comics he has a huge heart for the mexican immigrants and leaves food and water and medicine there for them as they cross the border slayyyyyy

• la raza 🇲🇽❤️

• because it hasn’t been specified to be different, i say his family is his mom and grandma just like it is in the comics

• that means he grew up with his immediate family being only girls. so he’s definitely more fluent in girl than he might appear, and it’s the best

• upon meeting you he sees a lot of his same zeal for exciting adventures and learning in you, and takes to being an older brother figure to you pretty quickly

• with him knowing girl world, he becomes one of your go-to’s for girl talk

• he also may or may not know how to braid hair…which you found out by complete accident

“hey y/n, a strand of your hair is hanging out of the braid.”

“well do you wanna do it?”

“uh…sure.”

“what?”

• now he’ll do your hair sometimes when you visit

• sam: nice braid

y/n: thanks joaquin did it

sam: *looks at joaquin at his desk*

joaquin: yeah

sam: cool

bonus:

sam: don’t y’all remember that i grew up with a sister? i know about all that stuff

•sam’s walked into a room more than once to see joaquin working on a braid while you’re telling him what’s new, the man nodding and interjecting as you go on.

• he’s also the best when you’re suffering with your period as he’ll go buy you snacks and make sure you’re comfy.

• joaquin hates to be the stern voice of reason with you because he feels too much like sam. but he’ll do it if he has to. he wants to be the mentor he didn’t have growing up, and sometimes it means you butt heads for a second but that’s fine. at the end of the day you know he just wants the best for you.

• he’s your sparring partner when you’re at their base. you definitely didn’t have to hide a laugh when isaiah bodied him during their training. multiple times.

• “you okay?”

“…can you get me a water?”

• you get on him for being a diehard miami guy but soon enough you’re taking his jerseys and hoodies because you like the oversized look

“…that’s my sweatshirt”

*sipping coffee* “yup.”

• he gets you your own come Christmas, but you both know you like his

• somewhere along the lines he started calling you Shorty due to the height difference. or chaparrita, in Spanish. sometimes Princess when he’s teasing you or being sappy.

• you respond with your own names: birdman, joaq (the first half of joaquin which just sounds like “walk”)

• or joaqy if you wanna be exceptionally annoying. which you love being.

• “joaqyyy”

“what is it?”

“can i please try the jet pack?”

“wha-no! sam would kill me.”

“he doesn’t have to know.”

“but he’d still find out.”

“joaqyyy-“

• speaking of spanish, if you’re fluent too then you both speak spanish all the time to annoy sam. • i know he knows vital spanish, as we’ve seen in BNW, but he’s nowhere near as fluent as you and joaquin are.

• “would you two cut it out?”

“que le pasa?” (what’s wrong with him?)

“no se manita.” (i don’t know sis)

• he was raised a gentleman and grew up looking out for his mom and abuelita.

• so there’s no way he’d let someone hurt you.

• definitely gives you advice, whether you ask for it or not.

“he doesn’t come up to the door on your first date? gone.”

“okay joaquin…”

• it’s not like he’s keen on the idea of you having a boyfriend, anyway.

• he would put the suit on in a heartbeat if he even thought a guy was trying to talk to you. no one gets to play with your emotions, or even worse, break your heart.

• he gets better over time, yet you don’t let him forget about the coffee shop incident.

“dude, he was just picking up the napkin i dropped!”

“i don’t care.”

• but sam’s quick to point out the hypocrisy when you’re glaring at girls who try to flirt with him

• “she just likes the wings.”

“sounds like someone’s being protective.”

“…shut up sam.”

• your stomach dropped to the ground when you saw what happened in the indian ocean.

• you couldn’t really watch the news or be on your socials for the first few days because everything was about the american air force captain who was shot out of the sky

• you were scared. and you cried. a lot.

• sam wouldn’t let you see him for a while because he knew how much it might shake you up

• which made you absolutely furious and you told him off, saying he had no right to baby you

• but you guys made up later so it was alright

• “he’s gonna be okay, kid.”

“i know…”

• you definitely were tearing up when you finally got to see him • “hey shorty!”

• you didn’t mean to get emotional but the relief of hearing his voice and seeing his smile again gave you so much comfort

• “hey, i’m fine, i promise.”

*sniff* “when you get better i’m gonna kill you.”

“okay.”

• i have this idea that sarah hosts you all for a cookout at some point. it takes place after the events of BNW, and you and joaquin definitely get up to your shenanigans. notably betting when bucky and sarah might become a couple (sam finds out and shuts the whole thing down - or so he thinks)

• the bet’s still going on to this day

• some time after the accident, joaquin was pretty much back to normal. he still had his upbeat happy-go-lucky attitude, joking with sam and isaiah and being annoying to you

• it wasn’t until you noticed him less at his desk that you realized he was more injured than he ever let on.

• they knew he had a concussion from the impact when he fell, and for him that meant he was sensitive to bright lights. you walked into the office one time to see all the lights off and him sitting in his chair with his head in his lap.

• “joaq?”

• “…i’m okay y/n. i’m okay.”

• that was the day he realized he needed to slow down more. which he hated. but you and sam and isaiah were awful to him and made sure he stayed resting.

• and if he ever said “maybe i should get shot out of the sky more often” in front of you like he said to sam at the end of BNW?

• oh, he’s in for it.

• he talks to sam about the nightmares he has about the fight and you overhear one day

• and he definitely gets defensive when you bring it up, or when you mention how you noticed he’s wearing turtlenecks in the middle of summer to hide his burn marks.

• “i don’t want you involved in this y/n.”

“i’m not a kid, joaquin. let me help-“

“you can help by leaving me alone.”

• he didn’t mean to snap at you, but truthfully you were all tired of the last few months and all the changes they brought.

• “fine.”

• you two didn’t really talk for a few weeks. the guilt kept building between you both until you each caved in and made up.

• thanks to an intervention from sam, of course.

• joaquin will drop anything to help you out, whether it’s for studying or needing a ride from somewhere.

• always has your location on and is super annoying about it.

“aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

“my professor ended the lecture early?”

“uh-huh…”

• and don’t even bother changing the settings because he’ll just hack it and then snitch to sam.

• he definitely does stupid things to make you smile when you’re having a bad day, but knows when to be serious as well.

• he’s pretty good at pep talks and is always happy to offer a hug if you want it.

“i know you can do it, y/n.”

• there’s few people in the world who make you laugh as hard as he does.

• he still loves a good conspiracy theory, which has led to plenty of nights of you two trying to reason through them.

• “i’m telling you, this is crazy!”

“it’s not! if the FBI was founded in that year, then it only makes sense that-“

“kids, go to sleep.”

• sam is convinced he’s watching two babies sometimes. but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

• even when you both know nothing about the songs he’s trying to teach you about.

• he feels so hopeless sometimes being that you two are completely aloof to older generations.

• “it’s…it’s chicago. it’s not that old of a band.”

“sam the only thing i think about when i hear chicago is the pizza.”

”wait chicago deep-dish sounds so good right now.”

• joaquin will remember your favorite snacks or orders from fast food restaurants and sometimes order them unprompted.

• that’s just him being a big brother.

• and as much as he wants to mother you sometimes, he respects that you’re becoming your own person as a young adult and is so proud of all that you’re doing in life.

[nightsmarish]

Summary: when travelling through the forbidden forest you realize your friends think of you more than you thought

Platonic!slytherin Skittles x gn!reader (pandora rosier, evan rosier, Barty Crouch Jr, dorcas meadows, Regulus black, and you) | words count 1.8k

Tw: forbidden forest, night time, poachers, puffinskins being killed (talk), spiders (talk), mongrels/wolves (talk), a small fight

A/n: inspired loosely by hogwarys legacy

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Poachers. 

Poachers are people who kill or steal wild animals illegally.

In the wizarding world, poachers are the biggest threats to wild life.

If you find a niffler den you are guaranteed a lump of gold and treasures before even catching them. Unicorn hair is used in many forms, for potions or wands. Puffskins are agreeably one of the most adorable magical creatures, it's not hard to find a buyer for one, alive or dead.

One of the most common places poachers have settled down is the nearby forbidden forest. A forest off limits to students, That's riddled with spiders, ogres, puffskins, dugbogs, bowtruckles, centaur, and whatever else chooses to call the forest its home. 

A forest that has piqued your interest since first year. Whether you take a walk to Hogsmeade, or through the highlands, you are bound to pass at least one entrance to the forbidden forest. And it's not like they station guards there! 

Really, nothing is truly stopping you from getting in. Just avoid anybody seeing you and you are off scott free. 

That is what a disillusionment charm is for after all

-

“Bombarda!” sparks fly from your wind and into the chest of a poacher wearing a skull with a long tapered snout and two protruding teeth. Likely belonging to a kneazle. 

The sparks explode on impact, sending him flying into a wooden cart and falling unconscious. 

Before you can turn to the remaining poacher, a column of fire begins to descend upon you, barely missing as you throw yourself onto the ground, landing just a foot away. 

“You blasted little fiend!” He yells out and sends diffindo your way. Casting protego on yourself before the slash can make contact.

“Flipendo, confringo!” Letting out a quick shout of spells, the executioner is sent flipping in the air before promptly landing unconscious and slightly smoking from your spells. 

Rolling the shoulder you landed on as you stand, you walk to the nearby cages that house your puffskins friends. Using alohamora to release them and watching them speedily jump back into the direction of their den. Rewarding you with kisses (licks) as they said goodbye.

Your breath is a tad cold from an earlier glacious spell as you down a wiggenweld potion. Your skin pulls tight for a moment and your chest warms as any scratches, bruises, or remaining effects from spells is healed. 

When you look up the sky is dark. Far darker than it was when you entered the forest. 

You make your way back to the entrance closest to Hogwarts, trying to be timely but not to alert or disturb anything that may lurk in the forest. 

This was supposed to be a quick excursion. Check on the nearby puffskins den, drop off some treats, and make it to the dorm shared by Barty, Regulus, and Evan as those three, yourself, Dorcas and Pandora all planned to meet up there before deciding what you would spend your Saturday evening doing.

But when you got to the puffskins den, it was whipped clean. Rock towers thrown over, dark ash littering the wall from a fire spell, and not a puffskins in sight!

The only logical thing to do was find them before they were skinned and made into bathmats. Checking all the abandoned poacher camps that you've slowly been working on wiping clean every weekend, you begin to look for them.  

Sadly, the poachers that stole the sweet creatures had traveled to the other side of the forest. It took nearly an hour to get there, and an extra three to survey the area, wait for a moment to strike, and knock all the poachers out. 

Safe to say, you are very, very late. 

The forest has gotten extremely dark now, few candles or lanterns litter the paths as you make the journey through. Having to stop and cast disillusionment a number of times as large groups of hatchling spiders would pass by. Or a pack or mongrels would run through.

This made the already long way back, even longer. You finally make it to one of the smaller bandit camps on the east side of the forest. This camp hasn’t been touched for a while now. 

It’s the first camp you cleared out in 3rd year, after they captured the first kneazle you'd ever seen. The camp only had two poachers at the time, and you had been reading up on defensive spells in your, so it was a nice, yet challenging first fight. 

But this also signals you aren’t nearly as close to the exit as you had hoped. 

You can only imagine what the rest of your group is doing. Likely assuming you'd gone back to your own dorm or gotten other plans. Continuing their night of mischief without you. 

You don’t stay at the small camp for more than a few minutes before you continue walking. With how late it is and how cold the highlands get, you are starting to consider turning back and staying somewhere in Pitt-Upon-Ford. Or maybe Upper Hogsfield would be closer.

If you stayed the night in Upper Hogsfield you could wake up early and see if you can find the giant purple toads that live nearby. There also the old falbarton castle you could visit before going to Hogsmeade. 

But if you went to Pitt-Upon-Ford then you could finally visit the tower you've only looked at from afar. There's also a niffler den on the outskirts of the small Hamlet you could bring some items too. Perhaps some treats from a bakery, or maybe you can find some decent looking jewelry for a fair price and give it to them.

Many possibilities.

So many possibilities that while thinking you nearly miss the crunching of feet and whispered shouts coming from up ahead. 

Recasting you disillusionment charm and steping off the path into some bushes and trees. 

More poachers perhaps? Maybe the small camp wasn’t as abandoned as you thought and they had taken up residence there? Perhaps you mistook inferi groans for whispers? 

The inferi option is quickly thrown away. You can faintly see light from a wand as they walk closer.

You grip your wand tighter, mentally cataloging defensive spells you can use. Standing from your crouched position, never letting up your charm as the people come into view, already murmuring the beginning of arresto momentum when you realize.

For Merlin's sake! These aren't bloody poachers! It's your group of idiots!

“Stop walking so loud!” Dorcas holds up her wand, the tip illuminated as she shouts at Barty, "you are going to attract the Giant Spiders!”

“And you think the light from your wand won't attract them?” Barty doesn’t bother to whisper, “Besides! Something is likely already watching us and we don’t even know it.”

“That's horrific.” Regulus groans, looking through the foliage.

“He is right, many creatures inhabit the forest. We could be being hunted by mongrels. Or being monitored by centaurs.” Pandora sighs, looking with Regulus. But she looks in curiosity, not caution. 

“Yes, panda!” Barty high fives her with a wicked grin on his face.

What in Salazar's name are they doing out here? You aren’t sure the exact time, but it's likely nearing the middle of the night. And it's freezing out, if it wasn’t for your charm you reckon you could see your breath. 

Even with his jacket on, Regulus has his arms crossed, and Barty is only in a black t-shirt. 

You step out of the foliage, a few feet ahead of where they are, and drop your disillusionment charm, “what are you guys doing out here?”

At your sudden appearance, Dorcas’ free hand grabs Evans upper arm, Regulus stumbles for just a moment before composing himself and Barty grabs Evans other arm. 

“Gem, there you are!” Barty lets go of Evan in favor of hugging you, or more rather barreling into you, “We were looking for you after you had the gall to abandon us.” he says rather mournfully.

“I didn’t abandon you-”

“You can’t say that when you are nearly three hours late to meeting in the dorm.” Regulus looks you up and down. 

Evan shakes off Dorcas, who smacks him in the back of the head, “What made you decide to come out here anyways, it's bloody freezing.” Evan steps beside Barty, pulling him off you like he's a damp piece of seaweed. 

“I really didn’t mean to be so long,” You defend, crossing your arms,  “I went to visit the puffskin den and some poachers kidnapped them, so then I had to find them and rescue them.” 

“There's a puffskin den nearby?” Pandora interrupts whatever Dorcas was going to say, “Can we go there?” 

“Did you beat up poachers?” Dorcas intercepts before the topic changes. 

“Did you *kill* poachers?” Barty adds on. 

“I didn’t kill them!” You hit barty, “I just knocked them out and set the puffskins free. It's just been a rather long trek out of the forest since then.”

“Clearly.” Regulus grumbles, taking his own scarf in favor of wrapping it around you.

“Where's the puffskin den?” Pandora says again. 

“Are we going to meet puffskins? Please tell me we get to see puffskins after walking all the way out here?” Barty looks at Pandora, then you. 

“It's on the south side of the forest. I’m sure I could find the way there.” you nod, “there's also a niffler den a ways down from it, and another puffskin den close to the path leading to Hogsmead.” 

“Then lead the way, please.” Pandora locks arm with you, a bright smile peeking out from the Ravenclaw scarf wrapped around her. 

“Is this what you've been doing when you leave the dorm at the crack of dawn?” Dorcas walks on the other side of you, lighting the path. 

“This, and exploring the land surrounding Hogwarts. There are many abandoned towers and castles. Other dens and old treasure vaults.”

“And you've been in them?” Regulus watches the forest with caution as he was before. 

“A few. As of the past year I’ve been keeping an eye on poacher camps. There's over a dozen in the forest alone, let alone outside of it. They have been terrorizing local hamlets and wildlife.” 

“Can't believe you've kept this from us, gem.” Barty steps behind you and Pandora, tossing his arms around the two of you, “Been beating up baddies and visiting secret places without us? Terrible of you.” He shakes his head like you've committed a heinous crime. 

“Hate to say it, but he’s got a point.” Evan walks behind you, “not fair you've kept the fun too yourself.”

“Don't agree with him!” You toss a betrayed look over your shoulder at him, “I just never thought to mention it. Been doing it myself since first year.”

“You’ve kept this from us since first year?!” Barty screeches in your ear. 

You all shush him.

“I’ll invite you lot next weekend.” You shrug. 

“You better. The more I'm out of the castle the less of a chance there is that Sirius will drag me along with him.” Regulus turns his attention back to the group. 

-

With a lot of walking and bickering, you get to introduce them to both puffskin dens, and the niffler den where everyone leaves having lost something of theirs in the process. Especially Pandora who manages to make friends with every single niffler.

Seems you’ll be having more people joining your excursions through the highlands. 

[mallory524]

Okay, so this is kinda like a pt.2 of platonic child reader if that'd okay? I just thought about something, what if something happens to you, ? Like something about Valentina doing something to you that changes you a bit, and how they react to it? Bob's def mad about that,

This is a bit angst, but everyone needs a bit of angst in their lifes, hehe :3

(STOP THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA i love it, part 2 babyyyy)

thunderbolts & platonic child reader - angsty part ii

tags- a year after thunderbolts*, manipulation by valentina, mentions of minor burn injuries, angsty because reader's sad and everyone's sad but it's all okay, mentions of all the thunderbolts' pasts

notes- hey y'all idk what happened, i was crashing out like 2 days ago and i guess i redirected all my stress and obsessive energy towards this and then forgot to post it until now. maybe this is incoherent or great idk, anyway it's way longer than i intended

It's really weird when you and Valentina start to talk like you're friends or something.

At first you had just kinda brushed her off. She took advantage of your friends and nearly had them killed, but it's a weird position to be in because the New Avengers now work with her. Of course they all hate her, and so do you.

She is good at making conversation, though. At least you've got someone to talk to when the team is away.

She shows you around some labs and rooms you haven't had the clearance to get into before. Whenever you're together, she sprinkles in little comments about how smart and mature you are, and how the team should let you in on more than they do. You know what she's doing, so you mostly just ignore it. Mostly.

Valentina does have a point; they haven't been letting you in recently. Make no mistake, they always make sure you feel really appreciated and loved, but they've just been a bit distracted with all the work that's started to pile up.

One day Valentina offers you some wearable tech you've never seen before. She says it's so you can "protect yourself". It's a weapon. A weapon that's too powerful for you. It feels all wrong. You're an honorary New Avenger at best, you're not a fighter like them, and they'd freak out if they found out Valentina offered you this. You don't get why she's doing this, and you turn it down. It's just too weird.

Of course, you don't even know the half of it. You weren't around when she did this exact thing to Bob.

A few nights later, Bucky finds out about your friendship with Valentina... if you can even call this a friendship. It's like a working relationship between two people who don't work together. She has no business trying to get to know you like this. It feels nefarious.

You never get into fights with the group, or at least not about anything serious; it's usually just bickering about nonsense. This night however, you and Bucky argue for a while. The others jump in to side with him, and that just makes it worse.

There's a lot of "We told you, she's not someone you want to be friends with." and "It's not like we're best friends! I can't talk to people? Why are you acting like I'm a little kid" and "We told you about everything she did and you're still-" and on and on and over and over-

There's something different about you tonight. Maybe it's your cadence of speech. Maybe it's your posture. It's been slowly happening for a few weeks and no one can really put their finger on what it is, but it's weird. You've never shouted at your friends like this. It's clear to all of them that Valentina is trying to turn you into someone else, like she did with Bob and "the Sentry".

When everyone's given up and gone to their rooms for the night, you go to find Valentina and tell her you changed your mind.

Big mistake.

You just wanted to take back a little control by having something cool that was your own.

That weird machinery she gave you? Clearly no one had ever tested it out while wearing it the way you're supposed to. It's out of control and excruciating the moment you turn it on.

You aren't sure if you'd even be able to take it off. It looks like it fused with your skin or something horrifying like that. It's unclear what kind of tech this is. What could even do this? You don't want to know.

After that, more than anything, you're angry.

You're angry that Valentina used you as a test subject. You're angry that your friends treated you like a little kid who didn't know any better about her. You're angry that they were actually right. You're angry that you started to trust Valentina and let it ruin everything.

You've become a lot more quiet and irritable, and you just look tired all the time.

You don't think you can fix this.

Yelena is furious that Valentina managed to do this again.

All Yelena's ever wanted for you is to have a better early life than she did. You shouldn't have been used like this. Your vulnerabilities shouldn't have been played on like this.

She feels awful. She knows you had to have felt really isolated to get yourself into this situation in the first place.

She just didn't notice until it was too late. That'll bother her for a while.

Of course, Yelena’s friends can always rely on her when they make a mistake. That’s who she is. That goes for you, too.

You're zoning out a lot more often. Your silence doesn't seem as comfortable, it just seems sad. She always manages to pull you out of it, though.

No matter what you're feeling or thinking, about yourself or others or everything that's happened lately, she wants to make it better. She's pretty good at it, too.

You might not feel like you're in the mood to laugh, but that's too bad. Yelena's natural warmth and humor makes it hard to stay quiet and sad for very long.

Maybe you'll be in a weird mood for a while, but at least for the moment, Yelena saw you start to smile. That's enough for her. For now.

Bucky may have been pretty tough on you the night everything went down, but you won't hear a single "I told you so" from him. He feels too bad, he wouldn't get a sliver of enjoyment from that.

He's focused on fixing everything about this that he can.

You're injured from that equipment you had attached to your arms. Bucky knows the feeling. It took him a long time to see his own arm as anything besides the weapon he didn't ask for.

Luckily, yours isn't permanent like his. He'll help you fix it.

He knows a lot of people. He'll get in contact with some very skilled medical professionals who can repair any physical damage that's been done to you.

He also knows a few people who'd be very interested to know about Valentina's continued shady activity.

If you ever apologize to him for yelling at him that one night, he tells you not to worry about it.

If you never apologize, he doesn't mind. He knows that being wrong about something with such awful consequences is a tough thing to come to terms with. Your relationship will mend anyway. You both understand the other without having to say all that out loud.

Ava was used as a weapon for a long time. Forced to be a soldier when she was way too young.

Luckily, your situation is a little different. You have all of them, the Thunderbolts. Together, you can undo what's been done. You may have learned the hard way, but still.

She sees how you've gotten a bit sullen and reclusive, whereas your silence used to be comfortable and peaceful.

She's seen that attitude before, in herself, when she was just a young lonely girl.

She's just a little easier on you than usual, but for the most part she tries to treat you like she always has. She doesn't want to overwhelm you with special attention or anything.

You spend your usual chill quiet hang out time together. It's very comforting.

John is a very protective person, and the moment he catches on to those little changes in your behavior, he is really bothered by it.

Valentina swooped in during one of his lowest moments, and now he sees she tried to do it again.

That night you were all fighting with each other, John was probably the most mad.

Mad at Valentina, not really you, but it may not have looked like that.

"How do you not understand what’s happening here? You’re smart, but you’re letting her in after everything she’s done to each of us-"

When the dust had settled and you could eventually see what had been going on, you look back and you know that John was just worried about you. Sure, he's really not great at expressing it, but that's what it was.

You're healing physically and mentally, and he'll try to check in like a normal person.

"So. Yanno. How are you feeling? Does your... like, your arm hurt still?"

He always sounds like he's never comforted anyone before and he's just copying what he's seen other people do, but it's sweet anyway.

He regularly peeks his head into your room when the door's open to see how you're doing and to ask if you want to hang out. That's how he shows he's there to listen.

Alexei was the first to notice the little changes in your behavior. At first, he didn’t even know what kind of change it was, but it eventually became pretty clear what had started to happen: You haven’t been yourself lately, and it's because of Valentina.

It's like with Yelena all over again. "The light in your eyes has dimmed"

He did so much for you and was always there when you needed him, but he doesn't see that right now. All he can think to do is blame himself.

He feels like he wasn't present enough. He thinks that if he’d really done enough for you, Valentina wouldn’t have been able to sway you like this.

He's not too good about personal space or "alone time", but sometimes that's what helps. You never question whether or not he cares. He makes that pretty clear.

Bob. How do you think Bob reacted to this?

He finally sees it from the other side. When Valentina had tried to get close to him and win him over, it felt weird, but he was so vulnerable he fell for all of it. The memory makes him feel a little queasy.

Knowing it just happened to you too makes him feel sick to his stomach.

He feels like this is worse because Valentina's experimentations on him, inhumane as they were, left him invincible, whereas you've only got painful injuries to show for it.

Bob is mad.

He's as comforting to you as he can be. You're keeping to yourself even more than usual, so he gives you the space you want, but he's there if you need him.

If you try to reach out, even in a small way, he's there.

He doesn't want to act like anything's wrong. He doesn't want you to think he sees you any differently. It's difficult though, because you have changed. Maybe just a little, and maybe not forever, but it's hard to pretend everything's the same it's always been. You're so sad and withdrawn.

Valentina keeps a bit more distance after this. She may not be intimidated by the rest of the New Avengers, but she is kind of intimidated by Bob. He's a sweetheart, but it's hard for her to forget everything he's capable of and everything he did to NYC like a year ago.

To you, though, he's as sweet as ever.

They're all so worried about you, but this part of your life isn't forever. You trusted the wrong person and let it get between you and the life you've started, but your friends are there to help you.

That's because they 1) love you more than anything and 2) want to help you to live a life they didn't get to live. They all see pieces of themselves in you. They see parts of their past in your current situation. They know what they would've wanted and needed back then.

One day you're all sitting around and talking and nothing feels off anymore. No one notices at first, because everything's natural like it used to be.

One messy argument with some ugly consequences didn't ruin your life. Far from it. Everything will be like it was again, if not stronger, because they saw you when you were low and you all banded together to get through it.

[yasministration]

mind blowing kisser - platonic!marauders

summary: your friend group finds out something shocking about you, Hogwarts's biggest heartthrob. wc: 1.5k cw: undertones of remus x reader, talks of sex, suggestive(?)

A charming smile that swept boys and girls alike off their feet. Confidence that had teachers and students agreeing with any word that came tumbling out of your mouth. Luring eyes attracting prey after prey into your arms, whether it be at a party or from across the library. A roster of people lining up in front of you that had Sirius Black intimidated. Everyone wanted you, and not a single person could deny that.

Some people were genuinely intimidated to approach your friend group, and you weren't surprised. Why wouldn't they when you had the two heart throbs, the scariest student at Hogwarts, both Head Students, and a raging lesbian? That’s why everyone left your favourite spot in the common room empty, whether you were there or not. And it was always available for after parties like this one. You slumped down on the couch next to Remus, snatching his bottle of beer and taking a sip before pulling a face. Sometimes you were intoxicated enough to forget you hated beer — this was not one of those times.

“He a good kisser?” Asked Marlene from the armchair she was vacating, watching as you waved goodbye to the Hufflepuff you'd been making out with. You shrugged, letting the smile drop from your face when you turned back around. “Just enough.” “Not enough for you to take to bed?” Questioned Sirius, hiding his smirk from behind his own beer bottle. “You say that as though I sleep around.” You didn’t mean to get the entire group laughing, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face at their cluelessness. “Right, because how many people have you slept with? One? Three hundred?” You threw your head back with a laugh at Lily’s comment, eyes attracted to where she and James held hands tightly.

“Why, how many have you slept with Sirius?” You asked, suddenly curious. He winced, lips moving silently as he counted the numbers in his head. “Like twelve?” You hummed apprehensively. “Thought it would be more.” “More? Lady, you’re really scaring me here.” He shot back, eyes wide in shot. “Genuinely sweetheart, how many is it?” Pushed Marlene.

You turned to Remus, now holding you snug against him by the arm around your shoulders. The boy smiled at you, noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes. “They’re not going to believe me when I tell them.” Remus chuckled at your loud whisper, watching as you started giggling to yourself. “Oh I can’t wait to see your faces when I tell you.” You announced, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued laughing. Remus swallowed thickly, trying not to think about the number. Lily, sat directly facing you on the warm rug with her boyfriend, looked terribly concerned for your wellbeing.

“Okay, ready?” You asked, scanning the group one last time. “Wait!” Yelled Sirius, “Let’s place bets!” You nodded, seeing Remus roll his eyes from your peripheral vision. “Is that appropriate?” He rubbed your arm softly, and you turned to him again, telling him “Let them.” He was confused for a moment. Were you under the impression he knew how many people you slept with?

“Okay,” Marlene announced, “I want twelve, I’m matching Sirius’s count. Lily says seventeen, James says seven, okay odd man out. Sirius?” “Twenty three.” You gasped loudly, putting your hand out towards Sirius in a theatrical gesture. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, Mr. Black.”

“Oh just spill, will you?” He countered. “Okay, here we go.” You took a deep breath, taking one last look at each of your friends’ faces before finally saying. “I’m a virgin.”

Marlene screamed, standing up and pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You’re a fucking liar is what you are.” Said Sirius with an unimpressed look on his face. “Zero?” You heard Remus mumble. He just wished you didn't sense the relief in his voice. “And I wasn’t hiding it either. If you’d asked, I’d have told you.” Marlene shook her head.

“Lies, because when I asked last week how it was with Rosier, you said-”

“Good. I said it was good.”

“And then I asked if it was mind blowing and you said-”

“Not really… Because what’s so mind blowing about a good make out sess?”

Lily suddenly gasped. “You sneaky little- so just because we’ve never said the word sex in the questions, you didn’t - oh my godric.” You shrugged, a smile on your face. “Wait so how has the entire castle been fooled?” Asked James, looking at you with genuine interest. “I mean boys in the Quidditch locker rooms talk about you all the time.”

“People exaggerate things. I’ll give a hand job here and there, and when they can’t get it up again I’ll just say it was shame and they’ll leave. I guess they’re just too embarrassed to reveal those details. And you’d be surprised by the amount of guys who cum in their trousers from a little kissing and grinding.” You heard Remus’s breath hitch in his throat. “You’re joking, right?” Clarified Sirius. You shook your head. “I’ve never tried hiding the fact that I’m a virgin. Thought you’d know.” You turned your head towards Remus, finally looking at him in the eyes.

“When I asked if you slept with Malfoy, you said no. Said you didn’t sleep around. I thought you meant you didn’t sleep around much. When you came back from Davies’s dorm, I asked you about it and you said ‘these boys are disappointing. A little kissing and they’re done for.’ I thought you meant kissing while fucking. Jesus, it’s been right in front of our faces.” Remus ranted breathily, looking at you with a confused expression.

“So Hogwarts’s number one heartthrob is a virgin?” Gasped Sirius. “Kissing enough guys made people think you’re sleeping with them all?”

“I’m good at what I do, Sirius, there’s no denying that.” His face flushed red, and from across the couch, you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips. "Mind blowing kisser, in fact." “You see - that!” Marlene cried, sitting back down. “You’re so confident, and you could have anyone. So - so why haven’t you?”

You leaned your back against the couch, stealing Remus’s beer from him again and taking a long sip. “I just - I enjoy kissing people, you know? And I don’t want to have sex with any of these guys who are only interested in that. Like they all hope they’ll sleep with me and then steal my heart so they can be the ones to break it. I want-” You huffed, downing the rest of Remus’s beer. The boy huffed, pushing you to the side in mock annoyance. You laughed lightly. “I want someone I have a genuine connection with. An emotional commitment before a physical one.”

Your eyes followed Remus as he got up to fetch another beer, and you saw him grab a pre-mixed cocktail. He opened both bottles, handing you the watermelon flavoured drink, and you smiled at him softly. A long silence fell on the group, watching as you thanked him with a loving look in your eyes.

“Godric,” started Sirius, breaking the comfortable silence, “You must masturbate like-” “Never.” You cut in. It was his turn to scream now, and even James and Lily’s jaws dropped. You started laughing again as you took another sip of your drink. “Not my thing.” “But you have, right?” Asked Marlene, a desperate look in her eyes. You shook your head.

“So the biggest heartthrob at Hogwarts isn’t only a virgin, but has never had an orgasm.” You nodded at Lily’s shocked words. She was discovering a whole new side of her best friend. “Hogwarts’s biggest heartthrob is actually Hogwarts’s biggest prude.” You grinned, almost proudly, at Sirius’s words.

You stood suddenly, putting your drink down on the table and stretching your back in an exaggerated manner. “Well, I’m going to go have another peaceful, virgin night’s sleep.” Marlene cackled at your comment, and you squeezed Remus’s outstretched hand as you passed by. It was easy to notice how relieved he was to know that you didn't sleep around. That maybe, his amateur skills in bed could impress you.

“Hey y/n?” You spun around, hand still holding Remus’s. You hummed at Sirius’s call, tossing your hair out of your face. “I’m not drunk enough now, but next time, I’m finding out just how good of a kisser you are.” You winked at your friend, missing the glare Remus sent his way. You bent down, pressing a kiss on Remus’s forehead. The unsuspecting boy jumped at the feelings of your soft lips on his forehead, and he turned to wave bye at you, but you had already turned your back to him and were halfway up the stairs.

Once you were out of earshot, Sirius laughed loudly, clutching his sides. “Oh, should’ve seen his fucking face! Chill out, Remus, I am not stealing your girl.”

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[msfantasy-anime]

Daughter of Jinbe

Monster Trio x Reader

Request: How would the monster trio (separately) feel about reader who secretly turns out to be the adopted daughter of jinbai?

A/n: i’m not sure if you wanted this to be romantic or platonic so I made it platonic.

Luffy

“Y/n is my daughter,” Jinbe’s deep voice rumbled across the deck, cutting through the lazy afternoon as some of the crew lounged under the sun.

“Huh?!” they all shouted in unison—everyone except Luffy, of course.

“How are you not surprised, Captain?” Franky asked, raising a brow as he watched Luffy casually pick at his teeth, lying back on the grass and staring up at the sky.

“They look alike,” Luffy said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Usopp’s brain twisted painfully, trying to make sense of it. “How on earth do they look alike? Are you blind?” he snapped, eyeing Luffy with exasperation. “Y/n’s human. Jinbe’s a fishman. Even a blind man could see they look nothing alike!”

Luffy just rolled onto his side, now picking his ear instead.

He didn’t get how they couldn’t see it.

You were calm in every storm. Loyal beyond reason. You even mastered Fishman Karate just like Jinbe. That quiet strength, that steady presence—it was all the same.

To Luffy, it was obvious. You were exactly like your father.

And he couldn’t understand how the others had missed it.

Zoro

“How’d you learn Fishman Karate?” Zoro asked, raising a brow. His tone was casual, but there was clear curiosity behind it. After all, it wasn’t every day a human girl mastered a martial art considered a race’s closely guarded tradition. The real mystery was how you even found a mentor—most fishmen weren’t exactly fond of humans.

“…Well, my papa’s a fishman, so…” you replied with a shrug.

Zoro choked on his own surprise. “You’re a fishman?”

His eyes darted over you, suddenly reassessing everything. “…Or a mermaid?” he added, frowning in confusion, clearly trying to make the math work in his head.

But your laughter derailed him completely.

“Are you serious, Zoro?” you wheezed between giggles. “I was adopted by Jinbe—how do you not know this?!”

Sanji

“Wow!” Sanji gasped, his eyes turning into shimmering pink hearts as he gazed across the deck. His entire body froze in place, as if struck by lightning, before melting into a dramatic pose—one hand clutched his chest while the other reached toward you longingly.

Jinbei followed his gaze, already dreading what he’d find. Sure enough, there you were—laughing in the sunlight, hair dancing in the breeze, that radiant smile softening the very air around you like a dream plucked straight from the sea.

“She’s absolutely glowing today!” Sanji swooned, practically levitating. “An angel gracing us with a vision of heaven! A vision so enticing, it’s almost torture! If I could just—”

“Not my daughter!” Jinbei barked, snapping Sanji out of his poetic haze.

“D-d-daughter?!” Sanji stammered, his soul practically ejecting from his body. He clutched his head in both hands, staggering backwards like he’d been stabbed. There’s no way Sanji just vocalised so improperly to a potential father in law. “Did you say daughter?!” he repeated, his voice cracking under the weight of his horror. “I-I was only admiring her grace! Respectfully! As a gentleman of impeccable taste! I swear!” Sanji pleaded, bowing frantically. “One day, if I could—”

“Over my dead body,” Jinbe growled, locking eyes with him like a predator staring down prey.

[lil-isha]

Can people please give me some Child!reader fics 🙏😭 I think I've read them all. I NEED CHILD!READER FICS, I NEVER GOT TO HAVE A CHILDHOOD. I need them all

Kid!reader, Toddler!reader, baby!reader, child!reader, teen!reader, platonic!reader, Daughter!reader, son!reader, sister!reader, brother!reader. I DONT CARE, JUST GIVE THEM TOO ME‼️

I NEED PLATONIC FICS

[wolfiafuntime]

Obey Me Thought

MC, about to do something self-endangering: You only live once!

Lucifer, stopping them: And you will live it safely.

MC, about to do it again: Life is short!

Lucifer, stopping them again: Yes, but I will make it as long as possible.

MC: I'm here for a fun time, not a long time!

Lucifer: And you can have fun inside your room.

MC, running off: YOLO!

Lucifer: What does that mean?

Levi: Looked it up. Apparently, it's human for "You only live once"

Lucifer: MMMCCCCC!

[moraxussy]

You Can't Take One Without The Other

Damian Al Ghul x Twin!reader

Content Warnings: mention of the word "abuse", nothing major, and not proof read:3

Word Count: 646

Despite her seemingly cold demeanor accompanied by her unmoving stature. Talia Al Ghul is a woman—a mother that lets her hard shell peel open when it comes to what's hers—her children.

Damian Al Ghul, her prodigy, blood born assassin, but also her beloved son. So composed and calculated yet also holds a temper that it easily triggered. Trained to kill on the spot without mercy, the young boy is honed to secure any emotion that hinders his mission—the Al Ghul's mission. He was made to not let any other being get in his way, to use all means necessary as long as he's able to give expected results, preferably exceed them. Yet despite his killer instincts and apathetic front, he is a boy of value. He believes blood over all matters.  He cherishes his family to such a strong degree that he's willing to kill just to preserve and protect it. No outer force can sever his belief on this. But it doesn't stop at family. Damian adores animals and takes care of them unconditionally. It pains him to see any of those creatures hurt in any way. Which pushed him to pursue the path of veganism.

The Demon Prince, Heir to the Shadows, and Son of Assassins....

Damian Al Ghul

Damian may possess the prowess and talents meant to satisfy the legacy of Al Ghul, never forget his other biological half, his twin sister.

The youngest, Talia's sweetheart, her doll, and her precious killer. Her little girl, the same as Damian, trained to be the perfect assassin for their family's legacy and for the preservation of the world, isn't just a weapon, she is also a daughter she dearly loved with all her heart. The mother might say she doesn't pick favorites, but one might think otherwise once you see how she treats the two differently. Although tender towards both, Talia can't help but train Damian a little harsher than her heiress. If you try to argue with her about this, she would just shut you down. But deep down, all she wants to do is give her daughter the childhood her mother failed to experience while also helping her build strong walls to protect herself once their mother leaves them on their own devices to strive for independence. Of course, this doesn't make the daughter twin an ordinary girl. She also values family and cares for animals but not the same degree as her brother. Believing that animals are a resource meant for humans for which they should be treated with respect and value if one wishes to utilize its maximum potential. This contrast in stands causes quarrels between the two during moments involving any animal. Not to mention she as well possesses the  strength and capabilities that qualifies her as an excellent assassin whose efficiency in the shadows allows her to parry and counter any attack thrown to her by her foes.

The Demon Princess, Heiress to The Shadows, Daughter of Assassins, and Talia's Second Chance...

You

The Duo of the Shadows, The Successors of the Demon, The Treasure of Talia Al Ghul

Together, no enemy can stop the twins. No matter how harsh nor how inhumane the training they are put through, as long as each twin is there to root for the other, they are ready to take the abuse. In the glory of their legacy. In the name of Ra's Al Ghul's greatest aspiration.

But what will happen if a new variable is introduced to the family of demons? A man of night once again reminded of his time in the shadows. A wake up call for the Dark Knight that what happened all those years ago gave birth to consequences that he now has to bear.

Will the bat be able to handle his demons? Will a mother finally let her young fly on their own?

Notes:

Hi so this is my first time making a batman based fic. I'm still new to the community so I'm basing on just common knowledge. I really wanted to try and focus on how Damian and the reader would be in the clutches of the shadows. I'm still learning though!

[siddyyyyyyyy]

You're Only Sixteen

wc: ~3.6k

summary: child soldier gets into task force 141 part TWO, things are getting a bit funny; first part, third part

warnings: description of scars, some violance (combat training)

a/n: I'm actually pretty shocked of how well this fic is going, I hope you're all enjoying this so far, and the plot's is going to intesify a bit the longer this goes on.... and I'm talking too much. Have fun!

Waking up to the familiar alarm is hard enough, but eventually making yourself ready for the first training together is harder. You put on your new uniform and make yourself look more presentable, only to stop midway by the mirror. Your eyes move instinctivley towards your neck. There's no material covering your neck area, making you slightly anxious. There is a long scar across your neck; the scar tissue white and stands out a bit. You feel your deep scar across your neck that goes horizontally through your skin with a slight curve up to your jaw. Hopefully no one will notice. But how is it possible to ignore such thing? There will be questions, there will be eyes on you all the time, there will definitely be snarky comments, and... deep breath in and out. It's no one's business, and you don't owe an explanation to anyone anyway.

Picking up your last courage for today, you walk out of your bunk to the training hall. Walking in, you see a few other soldiers training together, and also Price seemingly waiting for the rest of his team to arrive. He notices you almost immediately and waves you over to him.

»Good morning. Sleep well?«

You shrug, answering him. »Yeah, good enough.«

»Great, you'll need it today.« Perfect, so he planned something tough for today, that's for sure. Shortly after, Ghost and Soap arrive into the hall, as well as Gaz, who seems to be in a good mood. Price claps once, having the attention of everyone on him. He announces the morning stretch you'll be doing first and the next exercise has got to be some teamwork exercise already.

The supposed 'morning stretch' was nothing short of relaxing, but lucky enough you're flexible and got along just fine. Afterwards, the first exercise begins, and as Price explains it, the more you start to think he can't be serious.

»Trust falls?« Soap asks again, also not having expected this exercise to be the first one. Usually, they never do something like this together since they already trust each other with their lives. Price nods, hands on his hips and dead serious. »Who wants to start?«

You're stiff, silently looking around while hoping you won't get picked out. Luckily, Gaz raises his hand slightly and volunteers as first for the trust falls. The captain smiles and nods once more, letting him pick a person to fall against. He chose Soap as some might've expected, and they do it naturally. Nothing bad happens, they trust each other, and one catches the other. They repeat it after switching also, nothing spectacular happening. You watch silently, arms crossed and with nothing to do. It's almost amusing to watch these buffed military guys do silly things, like trust falls. Next was Ghost and Soap, then Price and Gaz with the others. It's awkward now for you since you're the last one, having to just fall back and trust the other to catch you. How can you not feel at least a little awkward while doing it?

»C'mon, it's fun. Just trust us.« Soap encourages you before you could say anything in the first place and already opens his arms for you. There's really nothing you can do but accept your fate and do the trust fall, knowing you have no choice but to trust them all as your teammates. You turn your back to him with a small sigh and close your eyes before falling back, feeling how he indeed catches you right up and lets you sink down a little more. He feels strong and big against your back, not that you doubted it. Soap leans you back up, and you stand up straight again. You hate to admit it but it was fun. Maybe you'd do it again... oh, you need to do it again. Trust falls with everyone, remember?

Price wants to be the next one to do it with you, an almost loving smile across his lips and open arms as he steps up to you. You do the same as before and fall, feeling how he catches you the same and lets you stand right back up afterwards. He pats your shoulder lightly and steps away, looking to the others to see who wants to go next.

»Me next.« Gaz states with a raised hand, standing at the same pose as the other two before. You can't help but crack a small, tiny smile at that before turning back around and falling back, trusting them all by now. The last one should be Ghost, and to be honest, it's somehow scary. Maybe it's his height or his aura, but there's no choice but to trust him. Eventually, you fall, back and he catches you just the same as the others, feeling as if he's more careful with you for whatever reason. But that could be just your mind hallucinating at this point.

The next station for this training session is more serious and requires more technique and skill. You're glad, it's something you're good at and won't be awkward to complete.

Knife melee. With fake combat knives. Each gets a combat knife to fight with and a randomly assigned partner. You get to be paired up with Gaz, and he shoots you a soft smile before standing in front of you to test out your true skills. Price is mostly there to watch over everyone and lead the practice, standing not too far off the big mat.

»You go first, I'll try to go easy too.« Gaz tells you with a small nod, waiting for you to attack and see how you'll do. Or maybe he's just too afraid to hurt you, knowing how young you are.

»Okay.« You think for a split second before going straight in, grabbing his right wrist with your left hand, pushing it out while moving the blade close to his neck. Gaz is briefly surprised at your attack, especially with how you went straight at him. But he's strong enough to bend his right wrist slightly and wrap his left arm over to grab his knife with his non-dominant hand. You didn't expect this to happen, being spooked for a moment by the sudden action of him wrapping his arm over you just so he has his knife in his free hand. He presses his knife against your stomach just enough for it to be touching your shirt and is about to swipe your feet off the ground.

You back up, trying to kick off the blade off his hand quickly, in which you fail. You don't want to hurt him, but you also know that it's just training and minor injuries are normal. You know it from the camp, but this feels different. You have... more respect for them. Getting back to reality, you're the one who sweeps his feet off the ground, kneeling over him and pressing your knee against his chest with your knife against his throat once more but not pressing onto him.

»Fine- you win.« He gives up and throws his hands up in defence, looking to you impressed. You get off him and give him a hand to stand back up, feeling like he went too soft on you on purpose.

»Was that all you had?« You ask before being able to think about your words longer, not meaning to sound rude. »What? Of course not. Told you I was going easy on you.« He shrugs with a small chuckle, dusting his pants off quickly before standing straight.

»Want me to attack first?«

»Fine-«

He's quick to land a kick to the side of your thigh, making you wince lightly, but you quickly regain your focus and step out of his way. You quickly kick him into his side instead, knocking out his breath briefly. Gaz realises how strong you actually are and decides to go harder on you. There's a sharp pain on your ribs before you feel the dull slice from his fake combat knife against your arm. You give him a rather irritated look before going in once more, slicing across his chest with your own fake knife before kicking him into his chest. He stumbles back, once more out of breath. It's your chance to get close to him and strike another attack, so you do just that. You step closer to him quickly and jab a few more slices against his ribs before kicking his legs in. He's on the ground and probably more out of breath than you. Gaz looks up to you and catches his breath before standing back up, not giving up yet.

»Where'd you learn that?« He questions almost confusedly and simultaneously thinks of another approach at you for his next attack. You shrug, not giving him an answer as you're studying his stance. He's about to cage you in, that's for sure, with his wide stance. That's got to be the most annoying technique for you, not liking how it feels like to be trapped or pinned by anyone. Moving your eyes back at his, you waste no time to kick against him once more, but he catches it.

He has your ankle in his hand and twists it enough for you to lose balance and fall to the ground. You huff and try to get back up quickly, but he's fast, kicking your knife out of your wrist.

Price watches you both fight, and he must admit you're quite strong. Beating Gaz twice? That's already impressive for him. He watches as you manage to fight yourself out of his pin, having him on the ground instead. You both fight like siblings at this point, at least that's how Price views it. He sees that Gaz is still trying to be gentle with you even though he doesn't need to. You're highly trained and fast, thinking logically as well. Meanwhile, Soap gets his ass beat by Ghost since he's trying to watch you fight but gets awfully distracted that way.

Price keeps most of his attention on you both anyway, being curious about how much longer Gaz will be gentle with you before being sick of losing every time. After losing for the fifth time, Gaz stops fighting for a moment.

»Wanna catch a break?«

»If you say so.« You agree and shrug lightly, having a light coat of sweat but being nowhere near done. You're still full of energy but also can't wait to sleep tonight.

»So, how do you like it on the base so far?« He asks, his tone friendly and voice smooth. His eyes are on you, hands on his hips.

»Yeah, it's... fine. Like a base.« There's just no way you can answer otherwise, not sure of how to answer it anyway. You press your lips together lightly, unsure of how to continue. Gaz is rather talkative, so you're grateful for that as he goes on, seemingly wanting to get to know you better.

»You should check out the mess hall too, the food‘s a bit plain, but it's cosy in there.« That's great information however, you do not know how to respond to that.

»Cool.« With a light nod and a more or less forced smile, glancing away shortly after. Gaz notices that you don't seem to talk much, having a similarity with Ghost on that. He accepts it however, and stretches his arms before suggesting another round which, you also agree on.

You're sweating way more now after the training session ended, Price saying that it's time to have lunch and just have a normal day afterwards. The sun is fully up, it's a warm day outside for once and there are no annoying people around you. Until Soap is approaching you on the way out from the training hall.

»Wanna eat lunch all together? It won't be boring, promise.« He suggests with a friendly smile and waits for your answer, coming off more excited than you.

»Uh, yeah. Where's the mess hall again?« You ask sheepishly since you have no clue how this building is laid out, let alone know where the exit is again. »Oh, you haven't been shown around, eh? Well, I'll just show ye around after lunch. The mess hall's on the first floor, 's pretty easy to find.«

Soap explains to you shortly, having faith in you that you won't get lost on your own. You simply nod back in response and make a mental note of where the mess hall should be, retreating back into your own bunk after taking a shower.

You're hesitant at first, having considered just skipping lunch, but you can't let the others hang. So, you make your way to the mess hall shortly after putting on new clothes, making sure to cover your neck once more. Stopping mid-change, you realise something. No one made comments or even looked at your scar earlier. You expected the total opposite, now trying to remember any moment that was close to some of your expectations, but there were none. Maybe, just maybe, they don't care. Not in the rude way, but in a way that they won't judge you. Well, considering the small but slightly more visible scar on Soap‘s chin, there's a chance they just don't want to pick on you with stuff they also have. Brushing away those thoughts, you enter the mess hall and are shortly after greeted with Soap. He stands out from the crowd with the way he waves at you, seeming to be excited to show you around or just have an addition like you on the team.

»Hungry? I don't know about you, but I am.«

His ways of starting a conversation with you are always a little strange. The way he is more energetic around you and is being overly friendly while trying to use 'modern slang' is slightly off-putting.

Ghost would be greater company at this point. You don't say anything, too caught up in the large hall and all the people around that are patiently getting their food for themselves.

»Well, there's where the food is, the trays and the utensils. Alrighty?«

»Alright.« You answer slightly unsure and look to where everyone is picking up their food, seeing that it won't be too difficult. Picking up a tray for yourself, a plate, and a few utensils, you make your way to the buffet. There's an option between a vegetarian meal that looks mostly... bland and another meal that doesn't look too bad. Soap is before you and loads his plate with the second option, grabbing a glass of water afterwards. You do the same, considering the vegetarian food seems too dry to even look at. Sitting down at a free table where Gaz is already seated, shooting a friendly smile your way.

His teammate sits down beside him and you on the opposite of them, taking a last look around the huge mess hall.

»How was the training for ye today?« Soap starts again while stuffing a bite into his mouth, ready to listen to whatever response you'll give.

»It was fine. Easier than at my camp.« Soap quirks his brow at you, asking further. »Easier? What'd you do at your camp, then?«

Ah, there it is. Finally, the burning question that seemed to have been on their minds since the day you arrived, even though they won't admit it verbally.

»Well, any kinds of things. We had a big variety and did everything a little every day.« You explain calmly, leaving out a lot of things for now and just giving out useful and light stuff. Gaz glances at you while eating his own meal, listening quietly to the conversation between you two.

»Everythin'? What was everythin'?«

God, he's giving you no chance to eat right now, is he? »Combat, shooting, underwater training, hostage saving, medical training... oh, and our stamina.« He nearly chokes on his food while you finally take your first bite, thinking it tastes quite good. For military food, it's actually quite good, it tastes fresh and is warm- »Everyday? Every focking day?«

»Language, McTavish...« A familiar, rough voice is heard from behind him, and he quickly glances back to see his Captain. Price takes a seat beside you, facing the two other teammates.

»Sorry, did you hear what she just said? That's like- that's... that should be illegal-«

»I know, Soap.«

He interrupts him again, giving him a hard look. He's either trying to stop him from saying something that could hurt you or is just fed up for some other reason.

»I'm glad we don't have such hard training here. That's it.« Soap realises that he may have gotten too far with his reaction and tries to be more calm and himself from now on. The problem is now that it's awkward because no one talks for a solid minute or two.

»Where is Ghost?« You speak up for the first time by yourself, not able to listen to the silence around the table any longer. Price answers your question calmly, seeing no reason to keep that from you.

»He eats alone, mostly. Or does some paperwork right now.« So, no one really knows what he's doing at breaks. That's something you could have expected from someone like him.

»Do you think his mask looks cool?« Gaz chimes in and looks at you almost amused, waiting for your answer. Soaps eyes also study you now, waiting curiously on your answer. Unsure of what to say, you answer them briefly.

»I mean, it's not bad.« Gaz shoots his teammate a quick look with a small nod, telling him something without saying anything. Soap sulks a little about your response, having hoped you'd say something more positive.

»Told you...« It's very quiet from Gaz and non-threatening, but you still heard it and now feel curious about what these two jokesters are talking about. Price continues to eat his own meal as he's not fascinated by their usual antics, seeing no reason to dig deeper and find out what they're on. That is until Soap notices your confused stare and wants to clear the confusion.

»We had a bet. I thought you'd find Ghost‘s mask cool, but wha'ever.« He shrugs and now has to pay five pounds to Gaz, having officially lost the bet. You can't help it but be amused by it, seeing how they're all trying to understand you, but know absolutely nothing about you but your age and name. They probably think you're like most teenagers, thinking in stereotypes, and you choose to just watch them trying to figure you out.

»He was actually quite scary at first.« You mumble, carefully trying out talking more to them and letting them get to know you more. It's something new for you to be able to be so open and casual with new people that are much older than you. Even though Soap is about ten years older than you, it still seems a lot. It's a whole decade, either way.

»Well, yeah, Ghost has his way to scare people off. But don't take it personally, he's got a good soul.« You glance at Price saying that, reassuring you about Ghost.

What kind of name is that anyway?

»Hm, depends on how you see it. He's only friendly to people he likes. Like a cat.« Gaz shrugs, adding his opinion on Ghost. You're all lucky he's not there with you right now, considering that he would shoot death glares at everyone. You listen to them, being invested in their opinions and views on him since you know nothing about him. »But he doesn't scratch us. So, that's good.« Price jokes, probably still trying to reassure you mostly and not let you get spooked. Eventually, after some more exchanges, Soap is standing up and wants to finally show you around the base. You accept and follow him out, curious to see the whole base and not get lost from now on. He walks through the building and shows you the important parts first: showers and bunks, training rooms and halls, shooting range, going on about the storage rooms, and eventually making your way outside the base. There's a small park attached to the base, great for taking small walks.

»Wanna go for a round?«

»I don't see why not.« You can't help it but still want to add that respective 'sir' at the end of a sentence. It feels like disrespecting him, but they made it clear how open and friendly you can talk to them way earlier.

Walking besides Soap is somehow calming, not needing to talk much when he does most of the talking. »You handled the surprise attack well, yesterday. Just try to warn us before firing, though.« You nod and look away slightly embarrassed, knowing you forgot to give them a sign before doing something like that.

»Sorry, thought too quick.« »'S fine, I'm actually impressed. Were ye taught that back in yer camp?« Soap can't help but be curious and ask questions, making sure to be careful with his wording.

»Yes, kind of. It's always smarter to be meaner to the enemies, so they don't have a chance.« Soap shrugs lightly, thinking about that statement. »Well, yeah... but aggressive approach is not always the best, you know?« He eyes you for a moment, continuing to walk beside you through the small park.

»It really depends on the situation and enemy, there.« You reply back after a second of considering his words, not realising that you once again impressed him.

a/n: came out a bit floppy, but the next part will most likely be better, pwomise :33

[msfantasy-comics]

The Little Three

Platonic!Damian Wayne x WonderGirl!Reader x Platonic!Jon Kent

Summary: A short story on “really want to see just a cute little platonic relationship with a reader who’s wonder woman’s daughter with damian wayne and jon kent. like a mini trinity goofing around while bruce, clark and diana are like “oh hell 😐”

A/n: Inspired by this post

Part I

“Obviously Jon will be the best leader.” Y/n declares, finger outright pointing towards the half kryptonian. Damian’s snorts at such a blasphemous proclamation.

“That is ridiculous, I am obviously the best suited to be a leader. If you two went on a mission by yourselves you would not even develop a sound strategy. Jon would come up with a half-baked plan which will quickly crumble, while you would just go to the location and wreck havoc until you win.” Damian accuses, a signature bat frown now adorning his features.

Y/n just rolls her eyes with a groan. “It’s part of my strategy to overwhelm the enemy… it always works.” Which only grates on Damian’s nerves.

“You are only proving my point further. It is reckless and stupid. You cannot be successful by being a brute.” A high pitched gasp escapes, Y/n’s hands now slamming down onto the table.

“Shut up Damian! Just because you don’t like my battle strategy, doesn’t mean you’re better.” Smirking he crosses his arms over his chest, feet now kicked up on top of the hologram table.

“I am better than you, because I am smarter, stronger and better trained than you.” Jon slouches further back into his seat, nervousness creeping up his spin at the familiar dispute.

“Guys… let’s just calm down -“

“Oh shut up you annoying little rat! How about a game of capture the flag to prove who should be the teams leader. Whoever captures the flag wins!” Y/n asserts, fist outstretched waiting for Jon and Damian to fist bump in agreement.

“You are on Little Wonder.” Damian stretches his fist out, bumping the young wonders knuckles with his own. Y/n only clenches her jaw in irritation.

“Don’t call me that, Shorty!”

“Not all of us are born with Amazonian genetics freak!” Y/n and Damian are just about pressing noses, now playing an unspoken game of chicken.

Jon continues to stand behind them pinching the bridge of his nose. The soft ticks and beeps sounding off from the technology around them. The Justice watchtower now shifting and readjusting before settling back to a set position. “Guys… I’m not encouraging this I’m out.” Jon crosses his arms, launching himself backwards into the leather seat again, he turns his attention back to the holographic table, checking for his Dad’s location and only hoping that the pin is moving back towards the tower. Y/n and Damian only meet eyes with a knowing smirk.

“Jon’s the flag?” Y/n asks only getting a small nod from Damian.

“On your mark.” Damian says which only makes Jon’s eye bulge.

“Guys - stop! I said I didn’t want to be part of your games!” The two devils only smile as if not hearing his refusal.

“Get set.” Y/n says, the two now shifting their weight to the balls of their heels. Jon growls twisting and taking off in a quick dash.

“Go!” Damian and Y/n both shout taking off at inhuman speeds, eager to catch their human(?) flag.

Damian pulls out his bat gun, launching a wire and hook into the long wall in an attempt to quick zip line towards Jon only for Y/n to grab the wire and snap it with her bare hands.

“Leave me alone!” Jon shouts, the sonic sound of his shout vibrating the objects around him.

“You’re mine!” Y/n springs out, grabbing the corner of Jon’s jacket only for Jon to step away launching Y/n head first into the large computers and screens with a loud crack. The screens glass sprays across the floor, the Amazonian only jumps up and bounds towards Jon without a second to spare.

“Launch emergency Kryptonite!” Damian shouts into his suit mic now throwing lethal batarangs and recalling the projectiles. Jon only evading the objects by mere millimeters.

The projectiles where only continuously puncturing the steel walls and solid objects around. Sparks fly as Damian hits an electric reserve.

The red emergency lights now blaring a warning.

But the three pay no mind to the danger alarm, Y/n and Damian too absorbed in capturing their objective. Jon too distracted to not getting injured.

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“Code Red, Watchtower is under attack.” An AI Voice announces into the earpieces of the Justice team. “Permission to counter attack the enemy by any means necessary?”

“The kids!” Superman exclaims, Batman redirecting the route of the Batship.

“Permission denied.” Batman grumbles into his mic. Worry now coating the features of Clark.

“What foe could be attacking the tower right now?” Diana voices, hoping that the answer will relieve some distress. Batman only grumbles a reply.

“Probably the kids.”

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Arriving to the tower the big three stand at the teleport entry, eyeing the mass damage that has occurred on the tower in the short moments they were gone. All of the screens are cracked and ruin, the holographic projector now laying on the floor in a broke heap. Sparks flying away from live wires.

“I caught him first!” Damian shouts, yanking Jon towards him.

“What are you stupid?! I caught him first!” Y/n shouts yanking Jon into her grasp. Jumping up she locks her legs around his torso, arms wrapping firmly around Jon’s neck in a lock. “You can claim him if you wretch my dead body off of him.”

“Fine.” Damian says coldly, taking a step back and launching himself onto the two making them tumble over with a loud thud. Yelps and grasps coming from the three now strewn a-crossed the floor. Jon now trapped between his two friends, thrashing limbs.

“What is going on here?” Diana yells making Y/n instantly release her grip and scrambling to get up only to slam into the floor as Damian’s grip is still wrapped around her ankle. The three slowly look up at their parents faces who are angry to say the least. “How could you let this happen.”

Y/n kicks her foot at Damian, before finally standing up, Y/n slouches under the angry gaze of her mother. “We couldn’t decide on a leader so we made it a competition of capture the flag… Jon’s the flag.” Diana’s eye twitched at the absurdity of your words. The watch tower was destroyed because their super kids decided to settle an argument with ‘Capture the Flag.’

“And added inflicted millions of dollars in damages in the process. You’re all in big trouble.” Clark reprimands, his usual friendly demeanour now replaced with stern anger.

“But Dad! I didn’t even want to be part of this stupid game!” Jon whines which only makes Y/n and Damian shoot Jon a silent deathly look.

“A good leader would’ve prevented a dispute in their team.” Clark reprimands Jon which only makes him bow his head in shame.

“You’re all clearly not ready for a serious role in the hero’s league if you plan of settling disputes with childish games and inflicting mass damage in the process - Clark, Diana and I will re-evaluate your readiness. Until then, the Little Three team is banned from missions.”

“What?! This is so unfair!” Y/n exclaims in exasperation. The hero’s team banned before they even got started. They hadn’t even picked a leader for crying out loud.

“What is unfair is that Jon, Damian and yourself have destroyed perfectly good resources all for a game.” Clark reprimands. “Jon your grounded, you will be staying home for the rest of the summer completing all farm chores including mine.” Jon groans at his punishment.

It was Bruce’s turn to supply Damian a punishment. “No vigilante work until you move stocks to cover the cost of your handiwork.” Damian stands stick straight, accepting his punishment without resistance.

“Yes father.”

Diana leans over, her brows knitting together in irritation. “Listen here missy!” Before Diana could utter another word, Y/n’s hands reach out to her mothers face, pressing her fingers into her mothers pinched brows, as if making Diana not frown would resolve her anger. Y/n begins to jut her lip out and stare up at her mother with big shining eyes.

“I’m sorry Mama, please don’t be mad.” Her soft and delicate voice pulling at Diana’s heartstrings.

“…it’s okay baby…” Diana folds instantly to her adorable daughter. “Just don’t do it again.” She coos giving her precious girl a big kiss on the cheek. Y/n only looks at her fellow mates with the cheekiest of grins.

The two boys stare in disbelief as Y/n escape parental punishment, especially as she is the instigator of the incident. Jon decides to take the plunge. “Dad-“

“Don’t even try it son.”

[writer-in-wonder]

sometimes i randomly remember that a while back i was word-dumping for a fic idea i had and then the next morning i couldn’t find it in my drafts only to realize i had POSTED it here and even though it was up for 10 whole hours not a single person liked it. like you all knew that chicken scratch was not like me and were real ones so thank you (i now always make sure my stuff stays as a draft until it’s ready to get posted) 😂

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo hii can I please request an avengers au!platonic fic with Dad!Bucky x adopted daughter!reader where she had been kidnapped by Hydra when she was really young and was pretty much raised as an experiment and now she’s 15 and been experimented on and taken on missions like Bucky was for years now, but they didn’t use the brainwashing on her, b/c she’s just a kid and really scared, they just motivate her through threats. She has fire powers and has been trained to use them. The Avengers raid the last known Hydra base, and find the terrified teenager locked in a cell. I’m sure she’d try to attack the Avengers out of fear when they try to approach her, but Bucky is able to de escalate her as he knows exactly what she’s been through and how scared she is right now, and she’s just a kid. He takes the lead in caring for her and pretty much takes her in as his own. He understands her triggers, her trauma, and guilt about all she’s gone through. He’d definitely have a tough time with her using her powers when she is not supposed to and when she’s angry (he can always tell she’s getting angry when her eyes turn red from her powers), and she definitely tries to sneak out of the Avengers Compound but Bucky is always one step ahead lol. Steve and Sam would definitely step in as Uncles and they’d help Bucky when she’s rebelling against the Avengers. Bucky would be the only person she listens to and they’d talk a lot about what she’s going through and how she can better handle it and she lets it slip that she wishes he was her Dad🥺

Y/n would probably required to see Dr. Raynor alongside Bucky (Y/n wouldn’t agree to therapy unless he was with her, she still doesn’t trust many people) and she would so see how good of a Dad Bucky is to Y/n. Y/n calls Bucky Dad at her birthday party and he gives her the present of adopting her (the avengers so would get her a lot of sweet presents🥺🥺)

Like His Own » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: (Platonic) Dad!Bucky Barnes x (Platonic) Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader with the Avengers

Summary: After finding you in a cell in a HYDRA base, Bucky cares for you as his own.

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of Angst, language, Avenger!Bucky, enhanced!reader, HYDRA, crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the amazingly detailed request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! GIF credit goes to the creator.

The Avengers were doing one last sweep of the HYDRA base they just took down before leaving. Bucky was walking next to Steve, but then stopped in his tracks when he heard whimpering coming from one of the cells. It didn’t take Steve long to notice that Bucky wasn’t walking next to him. He turned around to see Bucky standing a couple feet away from him with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Buck, what’s wrong with?” Steve asks.

“I hear something. It sounds like whimpering.” Bucky says.

Steve listened for the whimpers and heard it too.

“I hear it too. Where’s it coming from?” He asks.

Bucky was standing in between two doors. He opened the one to the left first. There was nothing in that cell. He then opened the one to the right, only to find out that it’s locked. The cell you’re in. Bucky broke the doorknob off with his vibranium hand and pushed the door open. He seen you holding your legs up to your chest and shaking on the cold floor. Bucky cautiously stepped in the cell. You lifted your head to see him. You pressed yourself more against the wall.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky handed his gun and knife to Steve to make himself look less intimidating. He walked further into the cell, expecting you to move away, but you didn’t. He crouched down so he was at eye level with you.

“Are you ok, kiddo?” He asks softly.

You shook your head no.

“Did HYDRA hurt you?” He asks.

You nodded and extended your arms out toward him, showing the needle marks from when HYDRA poked and prodded you since you were a kid.

“They’ve been experimenting on me since I was a kid.” You say quietly.

“That’s horrible.” He said softly. “They hurt me too.” He says.

“They did?” You asked.

Bucky nodded with a sympathetic look on his face.

“I’ll help you if you come with me.” He says softly.

You stared at him for a few seconds. Something is telling you that Bucky is a trusting person. You stood up and followed Bucky out of the cell, but you stopped in the doorway of the cell.

“It’s ok. You’re safe now.” He whispers, holding his hand out to you.

You put your hand in his, making you feel even more safe. He lead you out to the quinjet with Steve next to you two. The Avengers furrowed their eyebrows in confusion when they seen you.

“Who’s the kid?” Tony asks.

“HYDRA had her locked in a cell. She’s coming with us.” Bucky says.

You sat down in one of the seats in the quinjet. Bucky found a blanket somewhere on the quinjet and wrapped it around you so you could get warmed up.

“Can you tell me your name and how old you are?” Bucky asks, sitting down next to you.

“My name is Y/N and I’m 15.” You tell him.

“You said, HYDRA experimented on you since you were a kid?” He asks, recalling your words from earlier.

You nodded.

“Do you have powers?” He asks.

You nodded again.

“What kind?” He asks.

“Fire powers.” You tell him.

Bucky’s heart broke for you. No kid should endure what you went through. He put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“They won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” He says.

You felt relief wash over you. You felt free of HYDRA, something you haven’t felt in years.

“What did HYDRA do to you?” You asked after a few minutes.

“They gave me a metal arm and Super Soldier serum.” He tells you.

“Did it hurt?” You asked.

Bucky nodded. You leaned over and hugged him, not wanting to let go of him. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back to keep you calm, which made you fall asleep.

When you guys got to the compound, Bucky put you in one of the spare bedrooms and tucked you in. He left the room and stayed close by just in case you needed him.

“What are we going to do about Y/N?” Sam asks.

“I’m going to take care of her.” Bucky says.

“Taking care of a kid is a lot of work, Buck. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Steve asks.

“Yes, I’m ready for it.” He says confidently.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room. You stay up and looked around the room to gather your surroundings. You got out of bed and left the bedroom to try to figure out where you are.

“Buck.” Steve says, pointing at you.

Bucky looked over to see you wandering around. He stood up from his seat and went to check on you.

“You ok, kiddo?” Bucky asks softly.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“You’re in the Avengers compound. It’s 100% safe here.” He tells you.

Bucky led you to the lounge room. You smiled when you saw Steve and Sam.

“Do all of you guys live here?” You asked them.

“Yes.” Steve answers.

“You can live here too.” Bucky says.

You looked over at Bucky when he said that. Steve and Sam excused themselves so you and Bucky can talk.

“I can?” You asked.

Bucky nods and sits down next to you.

“I’m going to take care of you if you’re ok with that.” He says softly.

“I would like that.” You say with a smile, making Bucky smile.

———

Bucky has been taking care of you for a few months. He’ll admit he has a lot to learn about taking care of a teenager. It’s taking a lot for you to adjust too. You’re not used to people caring for you and being nice to you. In those few months, Bucky has been thinking about enrolling you in high school. He’s nervous about how you’ll react when he tells you.

“Hey, doll? You busy?” Bucky asks.

“No.” You paused what you were watching on TV. “What’s up?” You asked.

Bucky sat down next to you on the couch.

“I know this may sound a bit scary, but I promise it’s not.” He says.

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“I know you didn’t get an education while you were in HYDRA. I was thinking about enrolling in high school.” He says.

“No.” You said. “I don’t want to go to school.” You say.

“Doll, you have to.” He says.

“No!” You say loudly, your eyes glowing red.

Bucky learned that your eyes glow red when you’re mad.

“Doll, calm down please.” He says softly.

Your eyes stopped glowing red after a few seconds.

“Please don’t make me go to school. I don’t want to go.” You pleaded.

“You need an education, doll.” Bucky says.

You whined loudly and left the lounge room, walking past Steve and Sam. You went to your bedroom and slammed the door shut. Bucky sighs and rubs his hands over his face.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” Steve asks.

“I just told her that she needs to go to school.” Bucky says.

“Just give her time to calm down. She might come around to the idea of it.” Sam says.

Bucky nods. It does take you a while to come around to the idea of something. He gave you a little bit to calm down before going to your bedroom to check on you. Bucky knocked on the door a couple times before opening the door.

“Y/N?” Bucky says softly.

“What?” You asked, your voice muffled by the pillowed.

Bucky sat down on the bed next to you.

“I know you don’t want to go to school. I’m doing this, because I care about you.” He says.

You turned over and sat up.

“It’ll be ok. I promise.” He whispers.

You nodded and hugged him.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you.” You apologized.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, doll. I understand.” He says softly.

———

“Do you want to explain why to me your science teacher called me today?” Bucky asks with his hands on his hips.

“We were doing something with fire in science and my partner couldn’t get the lighter to work so I used my powers.” You explained.

“I specifically told you not to use your powers at school.” He says.

“I don’t see the problem. I didn’t burn anything down.” You say with a bit of an attitude.

“First of all, drop the attitude. Secondly, you need to listen when I tell you not to do something.” He says.

Your eyes glowed red and you stormed off to your bedroom. Bucky sighs and lets you calm down.

Later that day, you attempted to try to sneak out of the compound, but you completely forgot about the security cameras and JARVIS.

“Sergeant Barnes, Y/N is trying to leave the compound without permission.” JARVIS informs Bucky.

“Where is she?” Bucky asks.

“She’s in the back of the compound. Would you like me to call her back inside?” He asks.

“No. I got it. Thanks for informing me. Tell Steve and Sam to meet me at the main entrance please.” He says.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” He says.

Bucky went to the main entrance. Steve and Sam met him there.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks. “JARVIS told us to meet you here.” He says.

“Y/N is trying to sneak out.” Bucky says. “Will you guys help me just in case she gets away?” He asks.

Steve and Sam nodded. They went outside and went to different sides of the compound. Meanwhile, you were sneaking alongside one of the walls of the compound. Apparently, you weren’t being sneaky enough. You bumped into someone. You looked up to see Steve. Your eyes went wide.

“Going somewhere?” Steve asks.

“No…” You lied.

“Nice try, kiddo. Go inside.” He says, pointing at the main entrance.

You groaned loudly and went inside. Steve informed Bucky and Sam that he found you. You were slouched back on the couch when they walked in the lounge room.

“Where was she?” Bucky asks Steve.

“Walking along the right side of the compound.” Steve tells him.

Steve and Sam left the room so Bucky can talk to you. Bucky gave your the dad stare. You avoided eye contact with him, knowing that he’s mad cause you tried to sneak out.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Bucky asks you.

You shrugged.

“I need a better answer than that.” He says.

“I just wanted to go have fun.” You say quietly.

“You could’ve just asked me. You know better than to sneak out.” He says.

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You apologized, your eyes tearing up.

Bucky sighs softly and sat down next to you. He wrapped his arms around, holding you close to him. You broke down in tears.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He asks softly.

“Some kids at school think I’m a freak cause I have powers.” You tell him through tears. “I didn’t even do anything to them.” You say.

“Oh, doll. You’re not a freak.” He whispers. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“You know you can tell me anything.” He says.

You sniffled and nodded. You told him more about what’s been going on with you. Bucky listened closely to every word you said. He knew you needed more help than he can give you. For now, all he can do is hold you and listen to me.

“I wish you were my dad.” You say.

A smile grew on Bucky’s face and he felt a warmth in his heart. That made him happy to hear that.

The next day, Bucky called Dr. Raynor and told her about you and what you’ve been through. She told him to bring you in with him to his therapy session. Your nerves were through the roof when you guys got to her office. Bucky kept a close eye on you. You were biting your nails out of habit and nervousness.

“It’s ok, doll. Try to breathe.” Bucky says softly, gently taking your hand away from your mouth.

You nodded and focused on your breathing. You jumped and clung to Bucky when Dr. Raynor called you and Bucky into her office. You two went in her office.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. James has told me a lot about you.” Dr. Raynor says, holding her hand out for you to shake.

You stared at her hand and then looked up at Bucky. Bucky nodded, letting you know she’s a nice person. You shook her hand and then sat down on the couch. Bucky sat down next to you.

“James told me that you’ve been through a lot. Do you want to tell me about it?” She asks, opening her notebook.

“Do I- Do I have to?” You asked nervously.

“It would help to get it off your chest.” She says.

You nodded and tried to figure out what you should tell her first.

“HYDRA kidnapped me when I was a kid and they experimented on me for years.” You tell her.

“What kind of experiments did they do on you?” She asks.

Your breathing became uneven. Flashes of HYDRA putting you through years of pain flashed in your mind. Bucky wraps his arms around you to bring you back to reality.

“Doll, you’re ok.” Bucky whispers. “You can do it.” He encourages softly.

You nodded. Dr. Raynor took note of how great Bucky is with you.

“They poked and prodded me with needles and I have powers from the experiments they did on me.” You tell her.

“What kind of powers do you have?” Dr. Raynor asks.

“Fire powers.” You tell her.

Dr. Raynor took note of everything you said. Bucky stayed by your side the whole time. Even though, you don’t like talking about what you went through with HYDRA, it feels good to get it off your chest. You also mentioned that Bucky is an amazing father figure to you, which made him smile.

“You did so well in there, doll.” Bucky says softly, pulling you into his side.

You smiled when he said that.

“Can we get ice cream like you promised earlier?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course we can, kiddo!” He smiles.

———

A few weeks later, Bucky planned a birthday party for you with help from the Avengers. Wanda helped him make your birthday cake. Bucky and the Avengers got you great birthday presents. Anticipation and excitement was coursing through his veins. He has an amazing present to give you for your birthday that’ll mean a lot to the both of you.

“Thank you, guys. Today has been the best day I’ve had in a long time.” You say with a smile on your face.

“You have one more present, doll.” Bucky says, handing you an envelope with your name on it.

“You gave me a card, Bucky.” You say with a small giggle.

“It’s not a card.” He says.

You opened the envelope and took the paper out of it that was in it. You unfolded it and read it. Your eyes went wide when you read the word “adopt”.

“You- You want to adopt me?” You asked, looking up at Bucky.

“Only if you want me to.” Bucky says.

A smile grew on your face and your eyes teared up. You stood up and gave Bucky a big hug. He immediately hugged you back.

“Of course I want you to adopt me, dad.” You say.

Bucky felt a new warmth in his heart when you called him dad. The Avengers smiled at the happy moment happening in front of them.

“I love you, dad.” You say softly.

“I love you too, kiddo.” Bucky whispers, kissing the top of your head.

Bucky has a new responsibility in his life… being the best father he can to you.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[aspenmissing]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ x ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ

1881 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɪɴ ᴢᴀᴜɴ, ʏ/ɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏʟᴅ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴ���ɪᴏɴ, ʏ/ɴ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ, ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ ʙᴏɴᴅ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 || ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 || ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 || ꜰɪɴᴀʟᴇ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ | ᴇɴꜰᴏʀᴄᴇʀꜱ

The factory was silent save for the faint hum of machinery in the background. You stood near one of the abandoned assembly lines, rolling your injured shoulder to keep it from stiffening. The skirmish earlier had been brutal, but that was life in Zaun. You were used to it. You were a fighter—a protector of what little Silco had carved out for himself in this ruthless undercity.

The sound of footsteps broke your thoughts, steady and purposeful. You turned to see Silco walking through the dim light, but he wasn’t alone. His figure was shadowed by someone smaller, hesitant. As they stepped closer, you caught sight of her—a girl with bright blue hair, tear-streaked cheeks, and red-rimmed eyes. Powder.

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“What’s this?” you asked, crossing your arms and raising a brow. “Picking up strays now, Silco?”

He ignored your sharp tone, his focus entirely on the girl. “She’s staying here,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Get her settled.”

“Staying?” you echoed, incredulous. “You’re kidding. What’s she supposed to do here? She looks like she’ll fall apart if someone breathes too hard on her.”

The girl flinched at your words. Silco’s gaze snapped to you, his mismatched eyes narrowing. “That’s enough. She’s one of us now.”

Without waiting for your response, he crouched down to Powder’s level, his tone softening just slightly. “You’ll be safe here. I’ll make sure of it.”

Powder nodded, her wide eyes darting to you briefly before she looked at the floor. You felt your irritation flare again. Safe? In Zaun? How naive.

At first, Powder was nothing more than a disruption. She skulked around the factory like a shadow, jumping at every loud noise and avoiding everyone, especially you. You told yourself it didn’t matter—Silco had made his choice, and it wasn’t your job to coddle the kid. You had fights to win and deals to secure.

Still, you couldn’t ignore the way she stared when you trained, her small hands fiddling nervously with the edge of her shirt. She’d hover just out of reach, as if trying to blend into the walls but failing miserably.

“What do you want, kid?” you barked one day, sweat dripping from your brow after sparring with Sevika.

Powder froze, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally, she mumbled, “I just… wanted to watch.”

You sighed, grabbing a towel to wipe your face. “Fine. Just stay out of the way.”

She nodded furiously, retreating to a corner but keeping her wide eyes glued to you.

It wasn’t an immediate change—far from it. Powder tested your patience constantly. She was too loud, too fragile, too full of tears and regrets that she refused to talk about. But there were moments, fleeting as they were, where you caught glimpses of something else.

One night, you found her huddled by the workshop, tinkering with scraps of metal and wires. She startled when you approached, her blue eyes wide with fear.

“Relax,” you said, crouching beside her. “What are you working on?”

Powder hesitated, clutching the crude gadget to her chest. “It’s… just something,” she whispered.

You raised a brow but didn’t press. Instead, you sat beside her, watching as her nimble fingers worked the pieces together. There was a spark in her then, a glimpse of creativity that reminded you of someone else—someone Silco had once spoken about in hushed, mournful tones.

The turning point came unexpectedly.

You were walking through the winding alleyways, scanning your surroundings when the sound of heavy footsteps caught your attention. It was Powder, her eyes wide with panic, clutching something to her chest—a small, metallic object she didn’t seem to want to let go of.

"They’re after me," she gasped, looking over her shoulder. "I didn’t mean to… I just thought—"

You didn’t have time to listen to her explanation. The heavy thud of boots drew closer. "What did you take, Powder?" you asked, voice steady but urgent.

"I… I saw them hurting someone and I—" She bit her lip, her hands trembling, but before she could finish, the enforcers appeared around the corner. Four of them, their eyes narrowing at the sight of the girl and the object she was holding.

"There!" one of them shouted, a menacing grin forming on his face. "Grab her!"

"Shit," you muttered, moving to position yourself between them and Powder. You had no choice now—fight or be caught.

"Run!" you shouted, pushing her back into the shadows of a nearby alley. "I’ll handle them. Just go!"

But she hesitated, clearly torn between running and helping. You didn’t have time for her doubts. The enforcers were closing in fast.

“Why do you fight?” Powder asked one evening as you cleaned your weapons. You paused, considering her question. “To protect what matters.”

"Stay behind me," you ordered, pulling out your weapon. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as the first enforcer lunged at you. You blocked the attack, countering with a swift punch that sent him stumbling back.

Powder tilted her head, her expression pensive. "Like Silco?""Yeah," you said, offering a small smile. "Like Silco. And anyone he cares about." She looked down at her feet, her voice quiet. "Like Sevika?"

Powder’s eyes flickered between you and the advancing enforcers, and for a split second, you thought she might freeze in fear. But then, with a sharp breath, she darted to the side, running toward a stack of crates near the alley. You barely saw her slip behind them before you were engaged with the other three enforcers.

The first one came at you again, swinging his baton with precision. You ducked, narrowly avoiding the strike, then swept his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard, but before you could land another blow, the second enforcer grabbed your arm, twisting it behind your back.

"Shit," you muttered, struggling to break free. Your side ached from the previous hits, and the pressure on your arm was making it harder to move.

A baton slammed into your ribs, knocking the air from your lungs. You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to stay upright. You couldn't afford to go down now.

Powder’s small form peered out from behind the crates, her wide eyes filled with panic. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, watching you fight, but then she grabbed something from the ground—a long metal rod—and stepped into view, aiming the rod toward one of the enforcers.

With a surprising burst of strength, she swung it hard at the enforcer closest to her. The blow hit him squarely in the chest, and he staggered back, grunting in pain.

But as the enforcer recovered, the third one—a towering figure—charged at Powder, shoving her aside with brute force. She hit the ground with a soft cry, and the enforcer pinned her against the crates, holding her down.

You nudged her shoulder with yours, a playful spark in your eyes. "And you," you added, your tone light but sincere.

"No!" you shouted, rage flooding your chest as you struggled harder against the enforcer holding you.

The enforcer keeping you down slammed your head against the concrete, dazing you for a moment. Your vision blurred, but you could still hear Powder’s frantic breaths. She was trying to push the enforcer off, but he was too strong, keeping her trapped.

"Get of me! Y/N! -" Powder pushing at the enforcer, before looking to me in the eyes. And in that second, you seen yourself. Fighting enforcers off as they came at you.

Your instincts kicked in, and the moment you seen the enforcer raise his fist to Powder. You broke free from the enforcer holding you, throwing him off with a growl of fury.

"Powder!" you screamed, your voice raw as you lunged toward the enforcer pinning her. Without thinking, you slammed your fist into his back, knocking him off balance, and then grabbed him by the collar, shoving him to the ground.

With a snarl, you drove your knee into his chest, pressing him down until he gasped for air. The remaining enforcer tried to move toward you, but you didn’t give him the chance.

"Stay away from her!" you shouted, your voice filled with the primal fury of a protector. You didn’t wait for his response. You closed the distance, landing a crushing blow to his jaw that sent him sprawling.

When it was over, the last enforcer was on the ground, unconscious. You stood over him, panting, your blood boiling from the fight, but when you looked down at Powder, all the anger drained away.

She was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily, her face pale with fear, but her eyes—her eyes were full of something new. Something you hadn't seen before.

She wasn’t just hiding anymore. She was a fighter too.

You offered her a hand, helping her to her feet. "You good, kid?" you asked, trying to steady your breath.

Powder just looks to your hand before up to me, quickly getting to her feet and jumping into your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck - the impact of her hug sending me to the floor. Powder cries into your shoulder, and all you do is gently rest a hand in her back - comforting the girl.

"You saved me." The blue-haired girl mutters, tightening her hold around your neck.

She was quiet for a moment before murmuring, “I want to protect people too.” Your chest tightened at her words. “You will,” you said, ruffling her hair. “You’ve got time to figure it out.”

You gave a tight smile, glancing at the chaos around you. "We saved each other."

It didn’t take long for others to notice the bond forming between you and Powder. The two of you were inseparable now—wherever you went, Powder was right by your side, rambling about whatever project she was working on. A gentle smile always seemed to find its way to your face whenever you were around her. Even Silco, who rarely commented on personal matters, couldn’t help but seem pleased by the quiet camaraderie between you two.

“You’ve done well with her,” he said one evening, his voice low as the two of you shared a drink. “She needed someone, and you stepped up.”

You shrugged, uncomfortable with the praise. “She’s a good kid. Just needed someone to see it.”

Silco’s gaze softened, a rare vulnerability in his expression. “You’ve given her something I couldn’t. For that, I’m grateful.”

In time, Powder began to call you “Mom.” It started as a slip, a hesitant word that she quickly tried to cover up. But when you didn’t correct her, she began using it more confidently, and you found you didn’t mind.

You’d never thought of yourself as a mother. You were a fighter, a protector, a survivor. But for Powder, you became something more—a source of stability in a chaotic world, a guiding hand in the darkness.

And in her, you found something you hadn’t realized you were missing: a reason to fight beyond survival. A family.

[yasministration]

Sleeping beauty - platonic!marauders

summary: reader stumbles into the common room after a long night of 'sleep'. they try discovering who she slept with the night before. wc: 0.7k

Lily sipped her tea as the marauders animatedly chatted around her in the common room, Marlene in a half-asleep state, head resting on Remus’s shoulder. “Hey, where is y/n, by the way?” Asked Sirius, taking a big gulp out of his own coffee, looking at your two dorm mates for an answer. “Sleeping.” Replied Marlene, blinking slowly. James twisted his his torso to glance at the big clock on the wall behind him, frowning. “It’s 3 in the afternoon.” Lily jolted up, as though having a revelation, and looked straight towards Marlene. “Also, who did she get with last night?” Now this attracted the attention of the other marauders, who instantly turned to stare at Lily. “She slept with someone!?” Whisper-yelled Sirius, glancing between Lily and Marlene.

Marlene scoffed, mumbling “She came back to our dorm at like 1am, and has been knocked out since. So yeah, she definitely slept with someone.” Remus furrowed his eyebrows “Sleeping for thirteen hours doesn’t necessarily mean she slept with someone.” Lily laughed, nodding ‘yes’. “Trust me, good sex can put a girl out for a good fifteen hours. We probably won’t see her until night comes.” “Oh I bet it’s the Ravenclaw.” Marlene thought out loud, and Lily hummed in agreement. “I’ll bet it’s that Slytherin.” She challenged, digging a galleon out of her pocket. Marlene grinned, suddenly awake, and tossed a golden coin onto the table. “How- what!?” Questioned Sirius, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, here comes sleeping beauty.” Teased James loudly, earning a tired grumbled from you as you trudged down the stairs. Lily laughed at the sight of you, dragging your feet behind you, cuddling into your thick sweatshirt.

“So who’s the prince charming?” Marlene added, leaning over the table to high five James. Your eyes widened in a moment of panic, and you nodded your head across the common room. “What?” Asked Sirius, looking between you and the other two girls in the group. You gulped harshly, mumbling “Uh, I can’t say.” Lily and Marlene both had matching confused expressions on their faces, communicating ‘You always tell us though!’ You gave them a warning look, trying to subtly gesture towards Sirius with your eyes, but the second you looked his way, he had caught you.

“Hey! Why’d you look at me like that!” “No reason!” You squeaked, slumping down on the couch next to James, insistently avoiding Sirius’s eyes. “Is it the Slytherin then?” Asked Lily, a hopeful look in her eyes. “Well, uh, not the Slytherin.” You cleared your throat, shooting Lily a reprimanding look. “Oh my god, did you sleep with my cousin!?” Yelled Sirius, earning him a screech of “What!? Sirius your cousins are all girls!” But that had instantly revealed too much. Your eyes widened in realisation and Sirius straightened up, his jaw dropping. “Oh. My. God.” He started, pointing at you accusingly. “Did you sleep with my brother!?”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but nothing came out. Lily and Marlene gasped in unison at the revelation, and James and Remus shared a shocked look. You were already humiliated enough that the boy in the head below managed to whisk you into his bed, sharing secret kisses with you before bringing you pleasure until the early hours of the morning. He had walked you all the way up to the Gryffindor tower, cupping your face and kissing you gently for a long moment before pulling away and wishing you a good night. Your face had flushed, and you had promised him that he’d see you tomorrow. So, today.

“You slept with my fucking brother, oh my god.” You bit your lip, guiltily sinking back into the cushions of the couch. “One of my best friends just slept with my younger brother.”

“I’m sorry Sirius.” You tried apologising, “I really didn’t mean to he just, he just!” But the look Remus shot you was enough to shut you up, warning you not to cross any further lines. An awkward silence settled on the friend group. “Hey, was he at least good in bed though?” Marlene asked “Oh, god yes.” Simple to say, that response got you a pillow chucked in the face.

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Ghost: I brought my cat home after getting her spayed and she's just been sitting off to the side staring at me ominously...

{Ghost post a photo of his cat Vent staring creepily into the camera.]

Gaz: 👁️👁️

Soap: Those eyes...She knows what lies in the dark.

R/n: And she whispers: Where are my ovaries father?...Where are my ovaries?

Ghost: Stop! 😫