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writingblock101 · 4 years

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Drunk (Jason Todd x Reader)

Word Count: 1,600

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

Request from @hurricane-anxiety: Would you mind writing a Jason Todd x reader where jay comes home like super smashed? 👉🏻👈🏻

Based off my drunk dumbass friends.

Jason is out late, spending time with a few friends. You enjoy a quiet night in the apartment by yourself, catching up on a show that Jason hates and eating take out from your favorite restaurant. By the time midnight rolls around, there’s still no sign of Jason coming back to the apartment, so you text him good night and tell him you’ll leave the kitchen light on. He texts back a few minutes later, saying “good nigty babe i live yoi”.

Chuckling at the gratuitous spelling errors, you plug your phone in and crawl into bed. After thirty minutes of tossing and turning in bed which includes retrieving another blanket since your cuddly space heater isn’t here, you finally fall asleep.

The sound of the front door to your apartment closing wakes you up. Normally, Jason is silent, but you suppose it was because you were sleeping lighter than normal without him in bed. You groggily open your eyes and glance at the clock on your nightstand: 2:31 AM. Knowing Jason will come into your bedroom in a minute, you roll back over.

As you begin to drift away again, you hear a cabinet door slam shut followed by a frantic, but whispered: “Shit!”

Sounds like Jason let a cabinet door slip you explain to yourself, closing your eyes again. Thirty seconds later, you hear a loud bang! Followed by an even louder bang and a shouted: “Fuck!”

Deciding to see what your usually silent boyfriend is up to, you roll out of bed, only dressed in a pair of underwear and one of his shirts. The kitchen light blinds you for a moment, forcing you to squint. Through your squinting, you find Jason tangled up in one of your bar stools and laying on the ground.

You blink, your eyes adjusting.

“Y/N!” Jason exclaims with an easy grin that is quickly replaced with guilt. “Wait, did I wake you up?”

You raise your eyebrows at Jason.

“Kinda,” You admit groggily.

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe.”

“You uh…” You gesture to the bar stool Jason is tangled in. “You having some problems there?”

Jason giggles, looking a little sheepish.

“I went to sit down but then tipped backward.”

Your eyebrows raise even higher. Jason is almost never this giggly and he’s definitely coordinated enough to sit in the bar stools without tipping them over. A small laugh escapes as you connect the dots.

A night out with friends.

Poorly spelled texts.

Very loud.

Giggling.

Jason is drunk.

Watching you laugh seems to make Jason laugh even if he doesn’t know what you’re laughing at.

“You’re a goof,” You tell him, stepping over to help Jason upright.

Jason grins, wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your head

“Yeah, but I’m your goof.”

You smile, helping Jason into a bar stool that’s not on the ground. You run your fingers through his hair, warmth bubbling up in your chest as Jason leans against your hand happily.

“Yeah, you are.”

Jason’s grin widens at your words. You kiss the top of his head and walk into the kitchen to get him a glass of water.

“Fun night?” You ask.

Jason giggles, his face red. He slouches in the bar stool to lean heavily against the kitchen island.

“Yeah, it was. I’ve missed Roy.”

“I bet you have,” You slide the glass across the bar to him.

“What’s this?” He asks, staring down into the liquid.

“Water,” You tell him. “You need to drink it.”

“But I don’t want to drink it.”

“You’ll wish you drank it in the morning.”

“But it’s not the morning yet,” Jason astutely points out.

You glance at the clock on your oven which reads 2:43 AM.

“Yeah, it is,” You point at the clock with a raised eyebrow.

“That doesn’t count,” Jason waves his hand. “I haven’t slept yet, so it’s not morning.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at Jason’s logic.

“I will be sure to inform the world that the morning doesn’t start until you wake up.”

“That’s right,” Jason says proudly with a dopey grin. “See to it that the world knows.”

“But you should still drink the water.”

“But I don’t want to drink the water.”

“Will you please drink the water? For me?”

Jason looks at you suspiciously.

“Just one glass,” You barter.

“Just one?” He raises an eyebrow.

“One,” You promise. “And I’ll make you a sandwich.”

His eyes light up.

“Oh, with tomatoes!”

“With tomatoes,” You agree, walking over to the fridge. “And the works. But, you have to drink that glass of water first.”

Jason pouts but takes a few big gulps of the water which satisfies you enough to pull out all the ingredients from the fridge and start making his sandwich.

“I love you,” He says randomly.

You look up from cutting a tomato to see Jason leaning on his arm, his eyes fond.

“I love you too,” You tell him, leaning across the bar on your toes to kiss his nose.

Jason grins, leaning down to get a proper, but brief kiss from you. As you spread the condiments onto the bread with a knife, Jason clambers down from his chair to round the kitchen island and hug you from behind, leaning heavily against you. He lays his chin on your shoulder, watching you make the sandwich.

“You’re more than I deserve,” He murmurs against your head.

You finish putting everything on the sandwich and turn in Jason’s grasp, letting him rest his forehead against yours.

“What makes you say that?” You ask.

“Someone who has done as much fucked up shit as I have doesn’t get to be this happy,” He tells you as he kisses you.

You reach up and cup his face, feeling a few thin scars along his jaw.

“I think someone who has been through as much as you have deserves to be happy.”

He grins, kissing you again.

“Well, you make me ridiculously happy.”

You smile.

“I love you,” He softly whispers to you.

“I love you too,” You respond easily, kissing his head. “Also your sandwich is done, but you have to drink your water first.”

Jason groans.

“I don’t need water,” He insists as you slip out of his grip.

“Yes, you do,” You tell him, pulling him toward the chair.

He stumbles, walking heavily as he pushes you against the bar again, his hands sliding up your thighs.

“This my shirt?” He asks, playing with the bottom of it.

“Maybe,” You shrug.

Jason grins, kissing you again as his hands slide under the shirt.

“I like it when you wear my clothes.”

“I know,” You smirk, kissing him back. “Come on, eat your sandwich and drink your water.”

“But I see something else I’d much rather eat,” Jason growls in your ear, pulling you flush against him.

You laugh, smacking his chest lightly.

“Easy there, tiger. You can barely hold yourself up right now.”

“That’s okay, I don’t need to,” Jason grins, nibbling on your earlobe. “You can just ride me.”

You roll your eyes, running your hands up his arms as his hands squeeze your sides.

“I want to go to bed,” You tell him.

“Funny, I do too,” Jason purrs.

You put a hand on his chest, pushing him away from your ear. He smiles down at you, resting his forehead against yours as he sways slightly.

“To sleep,” You clarify.

“What fun are you?” Jason teases.

“I’d be a whole lot more fun if it wasn’t 2:30 in the morning,” You snark back, pecking his lips.

Jason laughs, wrapping his arms around you for a tight hug.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” He mutters into your hair.

“You can make it up to me by finishing your water and eating that sandwich I just made you.”

Jason sighs dramatically.

“I suppose I can!” He announces loudly then stumbles toward the bar stool, barely missing a collision with the floor.

You snicker, holding the back of the stool to ensure it doesn’t tip again as Jason as he enjoys his sandwich and drinks his water.

“Next time, I’ll get drunk with you then we can have drunk sex,” You promise as Jason finishes the last of his water.

“Really?” Jason asks eagerly.

You roll your eyes at his eagerness.

“Babe, you act like we didn’t have sex this morning.”

“But that was so long ago,” Jason whines.

You laugh, helping Jason out of the chair.

“You are so dramatic.”

“I am a man with needs!” Jason exclaims as you walk him back to your bedroom.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Again,” Jason slings his arm around your shoulder, kissing your head. “Your idiot.”

“Your brother may have been onto something, warning me,” You tease.

“You know,” Jason admits. “I think Damian is starting to grow on me.”

“Starting to grow on you?” You shake your head with a sputtering laugh. “He’s been around for six years!”

“He’s not the easiest person to get along with!”

“And I’m sure your brothers would say the same thing about you,” You tease, kissing Jason’s cheek.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason stumbles, leaning heavily on you for a moment.

He collapses onto the bed face down, kicking his shoes off. You lean in the doorway, watching him, amused.

“You comfortable there, Jay?”

He grumbles something into the pillow. You roll your eyes fondly and help Jason pull off his jeans.

“Oh, babe, I thought you said no sex?” Jason grins, running his hands up your legs.

“That still stands,” You tell him. “I don’t want to be woken up by you whining about being uncomfortable because you fell asleep in jeans.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Jason teases, kissing you.

“Uh-huh, shut up, you dork,” You smile, kissing him back.

You shut off the lights then crawl into bed with Jason. He immediately pulls you against his chest, burying his face into your hair.

“Good night,” He mumbles to you.

You smile fondly against his chest.

“Good night, Jaybird.”

Thank you guys for being patient! I will be working through the other requests! I’ve missed y’all

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rockscanfly · 3 years

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Tacit Omissions

Tula of Poseidonis was highly skilled in many things. A member of the Queen’s personal guard, her battle magic was unparalleled in its power amongst her generation. She was a scholar, a natural teacher, and excelled in the use of trident and spear. Mid-range combat was her domain, and she the empress.

Close quarters hand-to-hand, on land, was less her speed. Which is why it was surprising when she managed to land a kick to her partner’s jaw, sending him flying across The Cave’s training room and into a stack of mats.

Tula approached the slumped figure of the Team’s long-time leader, reaching down to offer him a hand. “Are you alright?”

Kaldur grunted, waving her off while flinging an arm over his eyes, sprawling out amongst the mats like a limp starfish. Tula rested her hands on her hips, waiting for him to gather himself.

Five minutes ticked quietly by.

Tula frowned, kicking Kaldur’s shin gently. Green eyes peeked out from under his slack arm, squinting peevishly.

Tula crossed her arms, arching a red brow. “You’re moping.”

Kaldur sighed, openly rolling his eyes in a rare show of irritation. Tula smirked, reaching out to clasp an expectantly outstretched hand. She held tight, hauling him easily to his feet. Kaldur slumped into her as he stood, dropping his sharp chin to rest atop her head. His deep sigh ruffled the short strands of her red hair. “I...am tired.”

Tula wrapped her arms around his narrow waist, reaching up to pat one broad shoulder. “My dearest, poor Atlas. Is the weight of the world finally getting to you?”

Kaldur shook his head, the motion rocking their bodies gently. “No. The team is doing fine. Our missions have all succeeded as of late, and our new members have adapted quickly.”

Tula nodded absently, pale face pushed pleasantly into her oldest friend’s chest. “So it’s a personal reason.”

Silence.

Tula sighed. The stubbornness of men.

She pulled back, reaching up to tweak Kaldur’s nose sharply. Kaldur reared back, blinking rapidly. Tula was not a weak person—her pinches stung. “You aren’t allowed to mope like a heroine in a tawdry romance and then not talk about it, you guppie.”

Kaldur colored, red glowing under the deep brown of his skin. “Tawdry?”

Tula’s stern expression broke, blue eyes shining as she chuckled helplessly, smacking Kaldur on the chest. “My apologies. You’re right—you’re a classy lovesick heroine.”

Summary: Even between the best of friends, some things are best left unsaid.

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Kaldur returned her grin with a small smile, tension visibly melting from his shoulders. “I would thank you, but I have seen what you and Garth regard as ‘classy’. As of yet, I’ve been able to resist draping myself across any coral formations.”

Tula snorted. “You’re right. You’d use a couch—You’re practically a surface dweller these days as it is,” she joked. “You do know that being on the team doesn’t mean you’re exiled, yes?”

Kaldur blanched, spine stiffening under her arms. “I—“

Tula cut him off, laying a hand firmly across his mouth. “No,” she insisted, guilt rolling in her gut. So typical—she works and works to get him to loosen up, act like his age for five minutes and when she succeeds she undercuts it immediately. “My apologies. I didn’t mean that—we know that you’re trying.”

Kaldur removed her hand gently, eyes casting off to the side. “I could try harder,” he insisted, monotone. “I have been...distracted.”

A scene from that morning flashed through Tula’s mind. Kaldur, shoulders hunched over his phone, expression tight with worry. The way the Dick and M’gann had immediately broken off their conversation when Kaldur joined them in the kitchen. “Red Arrow, right?” Kaldur’s eyes widened, panicked, and Tula rushed to clarify. “I mean, he’s not taking your calls. He’s in danger?”

Kaldur’s expression relaxed, incongruous with the way his hands tightened into brief fists against the small of her back. “He puts himself in danger,” he said, brows dipping into his customary frown. “And refuses to be persuaded away from it.”

Tula reached up, smoothing away the wrinkles between his eyebrows. He was going to have permanent ones before he was thirty if he wasn’t careful. She and Garth would look a decade his junior, despite both being older than him by a year.

“Red Arrow is a very competent operative,” she said slowly. “And none of us are the kind to shy from danger. He’s hunting his...original, yes?”

Kaldur sighed, catching her hand gently in his own and drawing it down about their waists. He looked down at his hand gently cradling her own. “It is not the hunt itself that troubles me,” he admitted. “But rather his choice of partner.”

“So, persuaded away from danger, or persuaded away from someone dangerous to him?”

Kaldur grimaced. “She doesn’t appear to be a threat to him.”

Tula nodded, the pieces coming together before her, a mosaic of unspoken truths, bound together into a coherent whole only by the fact that she had known Kaldur for a very, very long time. “But she’s a threat to you.”

Kaldur pulled away, turning to pick up his discarded weapons. She didn’t have to see his face to know the comment stung him. She could see it in the miserably straight line of his shoulders, the robotic economy of his movements as he tried to escape. “I’ve held my own against her before.”

Tula reached out, hand gentle but firm on his wrist as he stepped towards the hallway. “In combat. But that’s not the kind of fight you’re worried about losing.”

Kaldur froze, resolutely facing the door.

“You care for him,” Tula insisted. Kaldur had not spoken of it, but Tula had learned to see the signs. “You can’t assume you’ve lost if you haven’t even told him.”

To Kaldur’s credit, he didn’t attempt to deny it. “It would be pointless. I’m tired of fighting battles I can’t win.”

Tula’s grip tightened briefly, admonishing. “It's not a battle, Kaldur. It’s a choice—his choice, and you aren’t even giving him a chance to make it.”

“Tula, please. Let it lie.”

Tula’s brow furrowed, frustration building hot and bitter in the back of her throat. “You dedicate your entire life to fighting for others, but you won’t even lift one finger to fight for yourself.”

Kaldur’s shoulders hunched, arm tugging sharply to escape her grip. She held on tighter, stubbornly refusing to move until he at least faced her. “Because that’s ever gone well for me,” he finally spat, shoulders hunching high around his ears.

Tula bit down sharply on her tongue, hesitating. She could feel they were approaching a dangerous precipice. But her friend was in pain, all of it self-inflicted, and she refused to let him suffer anymore under the weight of his own ridiculous self-expectations. “I will not apologize that my feelings did not match your own,” she said carefully. They had never spoken of his confession, nor her subsequent rejection. “But it is illogical to assume that my refusal presupposes the refusal of another. I am not Roy, Kaldur. Roy is not me.”

Kaldur stiffened. “Do,” he corrected. “Not did.” He took a deep breath, arm trembling under the tight grip of her fingers. Gently, he pulled away from her, large hand warm against her own as he pried it from his wrist. He still faced away.

“Cheshire’s involvement is not the only reason I have not confessed to Roy,” he said softly. He began walking away, retreating down the hallway.

Tula remained, tongue lead in her mouth.

Kaldur paused at the door, turning to look at her over his shoulder. His eyes were very green. “He has convinced himself that nothing he’s ever had is his own,” he said. There was nothing of the accuser in his tone. Only sad, quiet gentleness, like a breeze across an ocean cliff side. “He deserves more than a rented life. I will not injure him further by offering him only half a heart.”

I’m sorry, Tula didn’t say. Kaldur turned and walked away, footfalls steady and strangely final. I never wanted this for you.

I wish you didn’t.

You deserve more, too.

She didn’t say them because she knew they wouldn’t matter. Her friend, her Kaldur, had never been anything less than the most stubborn person she knew. Given who her family was, it was impressive.

There were are other words she could have spoken to his retreating back. Ones that were less kind.

Your misery is your own fault. You have to trust people before they can love you.

You’re the one who keeps us out.

You’ll die like this, alone, if you don’t learn to let people make their own choices about how much they care for you.

One rejected crush, and you’re going to let it run your life forever? Coward.

She didn’t say those either.

Kindness or cruelty, she didn’t speak any of them. Kaldur was her closest friend, and she had no desire to drive a further wedge between them by telling him the things he didn’t want to hear. Maybe that made her selfish, or even a bad friend.

But she was one of the only ones he had, and she refused to do anything to jeopardize that. So she held her tongue, and let him walk away.

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danny-chase · 3 years

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if you want, maybe you could do "severed artery" with Dick and have Roy (or one of the other Titans) take care of him? love your writing and I hope you're having a nice day!

AHH thank you so much! I hope you enjoy!

Severed Artery - read on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Titans (Comics), Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper & Dick Grayson Characters: Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Garth (DCU), Donna Troy (minor) Additional Tags: Can be read as pre-slash, POV Roy Harper, POV Dick Grayson, vomitting, Blood, Guns, Hospitals, Canon-Typical Violence, dick is a little shit, Roy is a Little Shit, Homophobia, Roy Harper Needs a Hug, Roy Harper gets/gives a hug, Dick Grayson Whump, Roy Harper emotional whump, Protective Roy Harper, Hurt Dick Grayson, Garth is the best, Titans as family, Confused Dick Grayson, Medical Inaccuracies Series: Part 6 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

Dick and Roy are little shits to each other, until the night takes a turn for the worse.

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“Aight, Donna, you ready to go?” Roy chirped, taking a second to look himself over in the mirror, running his fingers through his (surprisingly) soft hair (he’d be stealing Dick’s shampoo more often) – getting that perfect messy, but stylish look. He fired off finger guns at his reflection – he was killing it, somehow listening to Gar of people had worked out – he gave shockingly good fashion advice.

Feeling optimistic, he sauntered into the hall, only to be met with Donna’s confused expression.

“Roy, I’m going out with the girls tonight, I told you like four times.” She leaned against the wall, gesturing to Jesse and Toni, car keys dangling from her hand. Jesse stared at him, an eyebrow cocked judgmentally, as Toni smiled, offering a little wave. He waved back, watching Jesse’s expression morph into disapproval.

“Hey, I didn’t even do anything!” He complained, glaring at Jesse. She rolled her eyes, not deigning to verbally respond. Ice queen.

Reaching out, Donna patted his shoulder, waiting until he met her eyes. “I’m sorry, hun, but we’ve got tickets to a concert, could we go out next weekend?” She fluttered her eyelids slightly, sending chills up his spine. “Why don’t you take one of the boys with you?”

“Terrible company, but babe, have fun, I’ll figure something out.” He cupped her chin in his hand, leaning forward to peck a kiss to the top of her head, ignoring the fact she squatted down to make the moment work.

“Mm, thanks.” With that, the girls were off for the night, leaving him stranded in a deserted hallway.

Well. He could do what Donna suggested and take out one of the guys – he had the reservation, and Lian was already situated with the sitter. But which guy was the question… Wally was out with the league, Garth was visiting home, Vic was with Gar, and Grant had a date. Which left Dick – no - Dick was busy working – actually yes – he likely needed a break.

Actually – was he even here?

He started towards the central control room, poking a head in Dick’s room on the way and had to do a double take.

“You’re actually in your room?” Dick threw a pencil at him without looking up from his desk, child’s play to dodge – Dick speak for hmm, maybe something like ‘asshole’, but he took it as an invitation to enter. But if Dick was going to call him an asshole, he had expectations to live up to.

He took a standing leap, twisting and flopping across Dick’s immaculately made bed, sending blankets and pillows careening off the side. Dick ignored him, scribbling down some notes on a pad of paper. Roy waited for a few minutes, listening to the scratch of pen on paper. Quick and noisy – Dick was likely stressed – he was pushing down harder than normal; he gave it an eighty/twenty chance something was up.

Ripping paper proved him right, as Dick frustratedly crumpled up the page of notes, throwing them behind him, hitting the recycling bin with ease. Groaning, he dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his eyes.

“Showoff.” Dick startled, jumping out of his chair, Roy’s own reflexes were the only thing that saved him from taking a pen between the eyes.

“What the fuck, Richard?!” He yelled, yanking the little missile out of the air. A faint flush tinted the top of Dick’s ears.

“I forgot you were there.” The admission was almost too quiet to hear, but combined with the minute sign of embarrassment, it rang of truth. Roy could milk this, oh he totally could.

“What was that, why did you almost kill me?” If he played his cards right, he wouldn’t be dining alone tonight.

“I didn’t think you were…” Dick trailed off, glaring at him. “You heard what I said.” He retorted, catching on. Sucks to suck, Dickie – he was obviously tired if that spooked him – he was likely running on caffeine.

“Oh, you misunderstand.” Scooching off the edge of the bed, he hopped lightly onto the balls of his feet. “Why’d the batboy forget I was there, hmm?” He pulled a half-eaten energy bar off the desk, inspecting the wrapper. Dick casually rocked back in his chair.

“See, completely decaf, I told you I’d-” Roy yanked open a drawer, Dick darting to stop him. “This is my desk!” He slammed the drawer shut a moment too late – Roy had good eyes after all.

“Hmm, so how do you explain the-”

“Get out, I have stuff to do – aren’t you supposed to be on a date with-”

“-CAFFIENE PILLS IN YOUR DRAWER!” He shouted through Dick’s response, effectively shutting him up. There’d been an intervention years ago after too many days spent on one hour or less of sleep. “You know the deal.” Dick groaned as he ruffled his hair.

“I have to-”

“Eat, shower, and sleep. And I have reservations. For two. You’re coming with me.” Ah yes, a romantic dinner date with Dick Grayson. People would kill for this. Dick crossed his arms. Roy picked up his chair, staggering towards the door. Dick was going whether he liked it or not, a real meal (not protein shakes or energy bars) would do him good.

“No one’s even done this to me in like, a year.” He noted, gracefully leaping out of the seat. “Asshole.” Grumbling he lightly punching him in the arm before heading into his walk-in closet, stripping off his shirt as he went. Automatically, Roy scanned for any new injuries, his eyes lingering over a few of the old.

“Liar, Wally caught you two months ago. Besides, the restaurant is nice, Donna likes it and you two are basically the same person, so you’ll love it.” Dick scoffed, stepping out of view.

“Is that all I am to you? Your replacement for Donna?” He sounded mildly offended.

“Nah, you’re too ugly to replace her.” Dick hmphed. “And your personality sucks.” Roy added.

“Why the hell am I going with you?”

“It’s not like your night could get any worse.” Dinner was better than casework after all.

Dick’s head poked out the doorway, looking completely unamused. “Asshole.” He chirped a second time, ducking back away.

Roy sat across from him, speaking between mouthfuls of pasta, smacking his lips together. “So anyways this kid, Johnny is like, sitting next to Lian in class, and he keeps taking her crayons and won’t give them back.” Dick thought for a moment, watching Roy drum his fingers rhythmically on the table. “And the teacher is being ridiculous, she just believes Johnny over Lian. My Lian! Can you believe it?” He slammed his fork down, articulating the point.

And you’re sure Lian gave you the whole story? Was what Dick wondered, but he’d prefer not to die for questioning Lian’s integrity tonight. “Why don’t you mark her crayons with a sharpie and let the teacher know?” Roy’s fingers stopped.

“Huh, hadn’t thought of that.” He leaned back in his seat, distantly looking out the window. People trickled down the street, passing by the little café, kicking up crimson leaves from half empty trees. Streetlights flickered on; fairy lights crisscrossing the avenue, as the sun lazily sunk in the sky. It was a beautiful night – Roy was right, he did love it, the food was good – catching up with Roy was refreshing – and the location was stunning; as always, Roy always picked the perfect places for dates. Dick was past the point of being annoyed at the situation but was still determined to give Roy a hard time.

“Well, maybe if you thought about that instead of harassing me.” He leaned forward, resting his head on his hand, dramatically looking out the window – Babs was going to kill him for being late with his case reports. Again. Roy smirked as he rocked forward, reaching across the table to lay a hand on his forearm. He at least had the decency to look apologetic.

“Look, you know the deal.” Brushing his thumb against his skin placatingly, he waited until Dick met his eyes. “You’re working full time, and have your nightly duties, and you’re with us.” His voice dropped, his nostrils flaring in irritation. “It’s not like you’ll leave Bruce alone any time soon either. Dick.” His eyes crinkled around the edges – concern. “You’ve got to start taking care of yourself.” Dick rolled his eyes; he was doing fine.

“You’re working with Ollie, you have a daughter, and you’re working with us, look I had one breakdown-”

“More than one-”

“-Only one that wasn’t the result of external influences.” Fuck Brother Blood for the other ones. “We made the caffeine deal after,” he grimaced reflexively “I broke up with Kory but, Roy.” He clasped Roy’s hand with his other hand reassuringly. “I promise I’m doing better now.” Tilting his head to the side, he cracked his neck. “Plus, you only brought me along because Donna was busy, that’s not what the deal was for.”

“Okay, maybe that was shitty of me, but it’s nice seeing you without the tights.” Roy flashed a winning smile. “Not that I don’t like seeing you in them, the new stuff looks great.”

“Oh, so I don’t look great now?” He teased. He’d picked out his brightest shirt for the occasion – a polo patterned after bowling alley carpet paired with the tightest red jeans he could find, and of course, a pair of heels borrowed from Donna. A single giant hoop earring dangled off his left ear. If he was going out with Roy, he wanted people taking pictures. Payback. This would be in the news tomorrow.

“Babe,” Roy lifted up his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “You look stunning.” He grinned goofily, seemingly happy to play along. Welp. If that’s how they were going to play it. He booped Roy’s nose, watching his pupils dilate. Dick recoiled in surprise – Roy wasn’t -

“Wait, you’re not actually-”

A scream cut him off, whirling around in his seat he saw a large man storming into the café brandishing a gun, his face red beet red and angry. He turned back, squeezing Roy’s hand, nodding towards the silverware.

“No-no one else move!” The guests around them stayed frozen in place. Three older ladies on their right, a family of four on their left (he guessed it was the young girl who screamed), and a couple across from them. The staff ducked behind the counter as people outside the restaurant scrambled away.

Dick raised his hands slowly. “I said no one move!” The gun pointed directly at him. Perfect.

“Okay, I won’t move.” He said steadily, watching sweat bead on the man’s head – he was nervous, his hands twitched uneasily on the gun – possibly his first time, and he kept muttering to himself. He watched Roy’s hand carefully creep towards silverware in his peripheral. “Do you want money? My father is rich.” Watching the man jitter about, he slowly stood up. Roy’s hand closed around the fork.

“Okay? You-you can get me money?” The man mused to himself, shifting his weight back and forth. He started lowering his gun, taking a step forward, he reached out his other hand. Dick took a few steps to the right, away from his chair, shifting attention away from Roy. “Okay the-”

*BANG* The world sped up around him, he rushed forward as the man fell-

*BANG* The man hadn’t even hit the ground – he was already dead – already-

“DICK-”

*BANG* Blood and brain matter poured out of the man’s head, someone was screaming, it didn’t need to-

*BANG*

“STOP!” Someone slammed into his side, and he hurtled to the ground. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!”

Roy’s face hovered above him. “Dick! You’re going to be fine.” His hands clamped napkins to his left shoulder, one on his front the other on his back – and shit – that was a lot of blood. “Hey, look at me.” Pain radiated out for the spot as Roy doubled the weight on the wound, blood seeping out past his fingers, waves pulsating in time to his heartbeat.

Cops burst in through the door, rushing to swarm the dead body. One glanced their way. “Oh shit, you hit the fa-”

“Fucking call an ambulance you dipshits!” Roy’s voice sounded farther away. “Slow your heart, fuck, do your Jedi weirdo bat tricks.” He hissed. Too late, sometimes, things happen too fast. “They hit an artery.” The blood wasn’t stopping, the napkin was soaked through, Dick felt himself slipping into shock. “Dick, stay awake!”

“Lo-ve y-ou.” He stumbled over the words as the world exploded – a million things happening at once – his thoughts scattering as black tinged his vision, overcoming everything.

Roy scrubbed his hands, pausing over the sink, watching the pink water rush down the drain, gurgling as it went. He rubbed a hand further, tackling the blood crusted over his elbow. He made a mistake of catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror –Dick’s blood was everywhere, coating his shirt, arms, pants, even some on his face. His stomach flipped, clenching tightly as he started to gag - fuck.

Throwing himself over the toilet, dinner rising back up in his throat, he threw up the seat. Shaking, he held himself over the porcelain toilet, fingertips staining it red, as he heaved. Soap bubbles dripped from his hands over the edge of the bowl, spattering on the ground.

Each drop spurred a recollection of the night’s events.

*Plop* The man was dead before he hit the grown, brain matter spattering the wall.

*Plop* A bullet whistled through the air, missing Dick by millimeters, lodging six inches next to the little girl’s head. He ran, screaming “Dick!”

*Plop* Blood sprayed out, a bullet ripping through Dick’s shoulder, as he kept moving towards the man.

*Plop* “Stop!” Tackling Dick out of the way, he screamed for them to stop, ripping napkins off a table and desperately trying to stop Dick’s life from slipping through his fingers.

He fell to his knees, a pit growing in his stomach spreading to his chest, rooting him to the spot. He curled his knees to his chest. Fuck. Dick had been shot before. But this? It was different. They weren’t in costume, they hadn’t been ready – the man hadn’t even shot anyone, only the bastard cops had.

“Love you.”

What kind of final words were those! He sat on the tile floor, banging his head into the side of the wall. Dick couldn’t die. Not because he forced him on some dumb dinner date! It wasn’t fucking fair!

His vision blurred, but he couldn’t do anything to stop the tears, unless he wanted blood in his eyes. Just – fuck. “FUCK!” His shout reverberated around the room. This was all his fault – he should have stayed home with Lian, guilt pooled in the bottom of his stomach. Why couldn’t he just leave well enough alone? Why’d he always have to have the last word? What was wrong with him!? Normal people didn’t antagonize each other like that!

The door creaked open. “Roy?” Garth called, the door squealing as it slowly opened. “Donna’s here too, are you ohhhhhhhhh-kay?” His jaw dropped, though he quickly recovered. Roy looked away, in a failed attempt to hide the tear tracks on his cheeks.

Garth stared at his hands. “That’s a lot of blood.” He muttered, his eyes darting around the room. “I mean, I brought you clean clothes.” He placed pair of sweats and a ratty t-shirt he’d stolen from Dick years ago on the counter. Roy’s eyes lingered on the shirt, no doubt the choice had been intentional.

The sound of rushing water cut through the silence, seeming to grow louder with each passing moment. Garth leaned back against the counter, hopping up next to the sink. “He’ll be fine.”

“Yep.” Dick was always fine. Always fine until he wasn’t.

“It’s not your fault.” Wrong.

“Debatable.” Garth frowned at the response but held his tongue. Instead, he let his head fall back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling.

Softly, barely above a whisper, he continued. “I left you all alone for one day and this is how it ends up.” Roy bit his lip. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” Guilt bubbled in the bottom of his stomach, and annoyance overcame him; they’d had these conversations before.

“Are you kidding me? I know what you want me to say. It’s not your fault – of course not. But then you’ll say ah but it’s not my fault either.” Angrily throwing his arms in the air, he continued, his voice growing louder. “And no – Garth – actually it is my fault!” He could feel the blood rushing to his face. “I’m the one who made him go to the restaurant. I’m the one was too late getting him out of the line of fire!” His voice resounded around the cramped room. He banged his head against the wall again. “Look, I know what you’re trying to do and thanks. But no thanks.”

Nonchalantly shrugging, Garth gestured to the water. “Wallowing here won’t make you feel less guilty. Apologizing when he wakes up will help, and I’m sure you’d prefer to be clean when the time comes.”

“Garth? Could you just…” He trailed off; anger quickly overcome by a wave of guilt. Shut up? Leave? Stop? He wasn’t sure, but he was sure he didn’t deserve whatever pity Garth was feeling. A wet paper towel smacked him in the face.

“Kick you in the rear so you’ll get off your sorry ass and clean yourself up?” Hopping off the counter, Garth strode over, lifting Roy by the elbow. “That’s not my style. But I’ll help you get cleaned up.” He let himself be dragged towards the running water, facing himself in the mirror once more, though this time he focused on Garth.

Sometimes Dick could swear he was actually a time traveler. Or maybe had latent teleportation abilities. Realistically, he’d probably just blacked out from blood loss or a concussion, but eh, that option wasn’t as fun. Blinking, he found himself in a familiar setting; a hospital room in a private wing, at – a clock ticked to his left, looking up – it was 4:19am.

He waited a minute, watching the clock turn to 4:20 - nice.

What was he doing again? How long was he out?

He struggled for a moment before remembering that he went out with Roy at 6pm last night, so he was out for… god math was hard. Six to twelve is six hours plus four, uh, ten hours and twenty minutes. Right. As long as it was the same day, he was set.

“Shit.” He promptly realized he couldn’t move his left arm. A sling. UGH. “Son of a-” he cut himself off, realizing he wasn’t alone in the room, Donna was gently snoring in a nearby chair, a little throw blanket covering her. The patterns had fish people… there was a word for that… mer-somethings-maids, mermaids. Mermaids – Garth – Garth was here, that was his blanket.

Dick scanned the room, checking for signs of life. Someone’s bag was on the floor, but he didn’t feel like expending the brain power to figure out who’s. Alright. He steeled himself. Now was the perfect time for escape.

The room spun as he sat up, turning around and round again before his eyes. Hah. Count Vertigo was way worse than this. Yep, head empty, room spinning, this was fine. Swinging his legs over the bed, an alarm blared next to his head.

“Fuck!” He jumped out of his skin, springing to his feet, in a defensive position. Well. He thought he did. The room was tilting on its side, the high-pitched noise shattering his thoughts. Instinctively, he tried to run.

“Woah there, shorty.” He found himself held by strong arms, the world turning once more. The familiar scent of Roy’s aftershave overpowered his senses. Distantly he was aware of the alarm turning off, his legs hitting the back of the bed. Roy’s face swam into view as he was guided back onto the bed, now propped up by soft pillows. So much for escape…

He closed his eyes, waiting for the rush of dizziness to pass. “Roy?” Warm arms wrapped around his torso, snaking tenderly around the sling. “What?” He mumbled - not that he was complaining, as he nestled his chin on Roy’s shoulder. He sighed contentedly, pressing his face into Roy’s stiff neck, closing his eyes and basking in the warmth.

For some reason, the wheels in his brain began turning. Roy. Dinner. Gunshots. His eyes shot open. “Fuck did you get hit, are you okay?” He pulled back, scanning Roy for injuries.

“I’m fine.” Roy facepalmed.

“What?”

“You got shot and you’re asking if I’m okay?” Roy shook his head, exhaustion clear in his voice. Dick looked at his sling again.

“I got shot?” It was like a piece of a puzzle clicking into place. “I got shot…” Wasn’t he supposed to be somewhere else? “How the fuck am I supposed to explain this to my boss?”

Sighing, Roy took a seat on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why are you like this?” Turning, he looked Dick in the eyes. “Don’t answer that actually. Look, I’m sorry I made you go out to dinner.”

“Why? It was nice.” The food was good. Sputtering, Roy searched for words.

“Well. Don’t say I never apologized.” A little bit of a blush crept up his neck.

His mind abruptly recalled something he’d heard Roy saying to Lian. “Apologies come with hugs.” Roy rolled his eyes but moved closer anyways.

“You don’t even know why I’m apologizing.” He mumbled, brushing Dick’s bangs to the side. Dick grinned as Roy pecked his forehead, sweeping him into a second embrace. Two hugs in one day – that was a pretty good day. Roy’s fingers stroked through his hair, as Dick leaned into his muscular side, the world spinning slightly, though he’d found a solid rock to lean on.

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alittlefoxedup · 4 years

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An Unexpected Reunion p2

Hey, sorry this is late, but I totally decided to do this whole week thing last minute. I have no idea how to link posts, but I come bringing fluff.

Day 2: Omega and pup

Jason held his phone between his cheek and shoulder. He hadn’t been able to sleep knowing this call was coming. Damian only managed to call once a month. The family didn’t know, and Jason wasn’t sure how Damian was keeping it a secret. It didn’t matter as long as he kept calling.

Damian chattered away about the dog Bruce had gotten him and other important issues of eleven year olds. Titus was apparently smarter than his classmates, and Tim was sighing just to annoy Damian. His nonstop talking always rolled back around to the dog though.

Arms wrapping around his waist scared Jason more than he’d ever admit. He managed to keep his mouth shut even though Roy deserved to be chewed out. He’d been very touchy the past couple of weeks. Three missions and four months under the same roof must be when Roy gets comfortable with someone. Jason wasn’t fighting it, but he didn’t understand. Was it just how Roy was or something more?

“Ahki? Is something wrong?”

“I’m still here. I was just trying not to burn breakfast.”

Roy took the spatula out of Jason’s hands and spun him away from the slightly crisp pancakes. The shooing motion was understood but not followed. Jason couldn’t get his brain to move past Roy not wearing a shirt. His scent mixed with the pancakes and bacon was not something Jason wanted to move away from.

The smirk and eyebrow wiggling quickly changed Jason’s mind. Jason refused to boost Roy’s ego. He sat down at the island and only watched Roy’s back muscles a little bit. Jason wasn’t going to mess up his call just because Roy wanted attention.

“Mother said you’ve been working with someone.” Damian was good at asking questions without actually asking a question. It had taken Jason a month to teach him to not outright demand answers.

“Yeah, I am. I’m busy when she’s free and vise versa so she hasn’t gotten to meet him yet.”

“I doubt he is worthy of your time.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “We’ve talked about this. You don’t get to decide who I hang out with.”

“Mother says he’s an alpha. He will pursue you.”

“What makes you think that?”

“You are a qualified omega.”

“Qualified?”

“Yes. You have learned how to manage a household and defend it. You are not unattractive.”

“That’s so sweet.” Jason bit his lip to keep from laughing.

“It is the truth. Only the best alpha should have the honor of courting you.”

Jason snorted. “Uh huh.”

“I am not being funny.”

“That’s why I’m laughing. I love the way you phrase things is all.”

“I don’t understand what you find so humorous. Your worth is not a laughing matter.”

“I know, I know. Dami, I know exactly what face your making when you say stuff like that. It’s really cute.”

Damian huffed. “I am not cute. Pennyworth will be here shortly. I will speak to you soon.”

“Bye, stay out of trouble.”

Roy set down a sizable stack of pancakes and two plates. He was still shirtless when he drowned his pancakes his syrup. Jason put a reasonable amount like a normal person and tried to ignore the fact that Roy was using the bars on his stool as a foot rest. Their legs were almost touching.

“So how’s the pup?”

“He thinks I’m a qualified omega.”

Roy choked and laughed at the same time. “Oh, yes. I’ve see your qualifications and concur. Smart, gorgeous, a good cook, gorgeous, and a badass.”

“You said gorgeous twice.”

“Because you’re extra pretty.”

“Shut up.” Jason felt heat rise to his face and tried to hide it.

Roy made a satisfied alpha noise that Jason didn’t know how to describe. “So damn pretty.”

Jason tried to ignore him and go about the rest of his day. Unfortunately, Roy had been turned into a lost puppy overnight and stayed close but strangely quiet. Having someone blatantly stare at him made reading and research difficult. That and Roy still refused to put on a shirt. The house was cool enough so Jason was sure Roy had motives but couldn’t figure them out.

“Why don’t you just go see him?” Roy took the laptop out of Jason’s hands as he finally settled on what he wanted to say.

“I told you I can’t. It was the last order he gave me. I’m sticking to it.”

“What if Talia ordered you to check on Damian?”

Jason furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“You said Talia was your mom so you’d have to listen to her even if it went against a certain asshole’s orders. It would be an exception that he doesn’t even have to know about even though I don’t think you should follow something so ridiculous.”

“That’s a poorly constructed loophole. Not happening.”

“He’d never know!”

“I would. I don’t want to do it.”

“Jay.” Roy leaned in and held Jason’s face in his hands. “You told me you missed Damian so much it hurts. A good alpha would never do something to bring pain to a pack member. He made it clear you’re not in his pack. You don’t have to listen to him. It’s not going to convince him you’re telling the truth.”

Jason couldn’t stop his whine as he tried to pull away.

“I know it hurts. You are the most selfless person I’ve met. You can be selfish for once. I hate seeing you suffer over this. I know Talia would be happy to help. We could make him think Damian’s visiting with Talia and maybe surprise Damian at the same time. That’d be fun, right babe?”

“Yeah, it would be, but it won’t work.”

“It will. Give me Talia’s number, and we’ll figure it out while you pack.”

“You mean go now?”

Roy nodded. “As soon as Talia can do it.”

Talia could be in Gotham in a week. Jason trusted Talia’s planning abilities but was skeptical of Roy’s. There had to be something in this for Roy. Just because Jason couldn’t figure out what it was didn’t mean it didn’t exist. There was no way Roy would risk running into Dick without a very good reason.

Roy was not going to be allowed to make hotel reservations ever again. Jason liked the distance from where Talia was staying, but he had concerns about their room. Roy had only gotten one room with one bed. The couch was obnoxiously small and looked uncomfortable. There were no excuses or explanations given. The only curtesy Jason received was Roy agreeing to wear pants.

It wasn’t even a king bed. Jason was painfully aware of all two inches that separated him from an alpha who was incredibly pleased with himself. The fact that one of them had to be the adult and it wasn’t Roy was the only thing that kept Jason from kicking him.

An hour of restlessness ended with Roy muttering under his breath. Jason lowered his guard to try to understand what Roy was saying and deeply regretted it. Roy wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist and pulled him against his chest. He threw one leg over Jason’s and started rumbling. Jason hated how much it worked but slept better than he had in a long time.

Jason left for Talia’s hotel room mid morning, grateful Roy hadn’t mentioned anything from the previous night. Being cuddled into submission was not something Jason had planned. Stupid alphas and their annoying good looks. Jason shook his head. He was there to see Damian not think about how tightly Roy held him. Hopefully, Roy wouldn’t get into too much trouble without him.

Talia let him in silently. Damian didn’t notice until the door closed. He stopped pulling out things from his backpack and froze for a second. Jason managed to slip off his jacket in time for Damian to practically leap into his arms. Damian smelled like Wayne Pack. Jason set about fixing that quickly.

After a quick greeting, Damian cut straight to the point. “Why do you let an alpha scent you?”

Jason ignored the pointed look from Talia. “He didn’t scent me. We were just in close quarters recently.”

“Why would you allow him to come with you?”

Jason didn’t have an answer. Roy could have easily stayed in their safehouse. Archers didn’t always make sense so Jason hadn’t thought much of it. It didn’t really matter as long as Roy didn’t get into any trouble. Jason just shrugged and steered Damian into talking about what he’d been up to.

The day ended too quickly. It had been fun and well needed. Talia brought only the best of nesting materials, and Damian showed off his artwork. Jason had managed to get Damian smelling like pack if only for a few moments. He couldn’t go home like that or Bruce would know or keep Talia away. It might have been overkill, but Jason felt better covering his tracks.

All that was left to do was fall into bed. The room was empty when he made it back before nightfall. Jason hoped Roy hadn’t slipped up. If he didn’t hear back in an hour, he’d check the closest bars. Roy would definitely sleep on the couch if Jason had to deal with entitled drunken alphas.

Halfway through getting ready for bed, Roy walked back in completely devoid of any scent with a ziplock bag of cookies. “How’d it go?”

“Good. What’d you do?”

“Went to talk with my sponsor.”

Jason cocked his head and leaned against the bathroom door frame. “I didn’t know Killer Croc was a baker.”

“Bet he only makes frog cakes. No, I needed to do something. Alfred gave them to me.”

“What did you do?”

Roy sighed and rubbed his face. “Nothing that could be possibly linked to you. I didn’t trust Dick not to spy on Damian so I distracted him. I don’t want to talk about it. I hope the cookies make up for the room thing. I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

“You can’t just drop it at that.”

“You gonna tell me why you really saved me? If you get a secret, I get one to. I’ll tell you when I’m good and ready. Eat your damn cookies and let me sleep.”

The cookies tasted like home, but Roy’s arms felt like home.

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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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The Outlaws x Reader x Deadpool - “Team Red” [Part 12]

Warning: Wade flirting with everyone, implied sex, language

“Go, go, go!” (Y/N) encouraged, watching the screen.

“You know how ridiculous you look cheering someone one in front of a screen in an enclosed space?” Wade grumbled.

“We’ll see who’s talking during finals,” The girl smirked sarcastically.

“Wow, rude!” He pouted.

“Can we keep our focus?” Red Hood turned to them momentarily before staring back at Roy’s cam,”

“Move those beautiful thighs Roybaby,” Wade motivated. The girl gave him a weird look before leaning into his side.

“You eye them as well?” She murmured.

“Oh yeah,” he agreed without a second thought.

“Thank god, I thought it was only me,” A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

“You okay out there ginger?” Jason asked.

“It’s getting a little hard to keep up,” He admitted.

“I’ll assist,” The girl stood up, “Jay, guide me,” She instructed.

“Be careful,” She nodded in response, opening the door and turning on her earpiece and camera. As soon as the door closed, Jason popped up a new tab with a signal of (Y/N)’s camera view and tracking device.

“I’ve sent Roy’s location to you,” The raven haired man informed.

“Thanks,” She replied, looking down at her wrist before using her powers to make her body fly through the air.

****

“I could have handled it on my own,” The ginger grumbled.

“Maybe, but I wanted in on the fun,” She winked at him.

“What the hell do you want with me?” The man yelled through the bad on his head.

“We will be bringing you and your dirty little crimes to justice.” Arsenal casually dragged the man by the back of his vest.

“Hey man, this cost a fortune!” He complained.

“You mean, you paid for that with dirty money,” The girl corrected him. The criminal remained silent for a moment before the tense atmosphere was sliced with the roaring of an engine and screeching of tires.

“Took you guys long enough,” The girl grinned. Red Hood casually slid out of the front seat as Deadpool leaned back in his seat.

“Mmh, you three are my perfect sex dream,” He remarked. Jason ignored him, moving to the girl.

“You have the hard drive?”

“Yup,” She pulled it out, their bodies were so close to each other, a much higher proximity than any teammate would be. Her hand slid it up his armoured chest.

“Thank you sweetheart,” His robotic voice chuckled as he took it from her grip, “in the van, go,” his finger gestured in the air as it made a circular movement.

“Hehe, I’ve been wanting to kick some ass for a while,” Deadpool smirked under his mask as he slid the man along the ground and threw him in the back of the van, getting in after him and shutting the doors.

The girl sat comfortably in between Arsenal and Red Hood as the latter steered the van out of the alleyway.

“You know where you’re going right?”

“Isn’t it a little late to be popping by the GCPD?” The girl leaned against Roy’s shoulder lazily as Jason placed a hand on her thigh. Under other circumstances, she would have swatted his hand away, but she was too tired, or that’s what she thought.

“Dick is expecting us,”

****

“Here,” Red Hood handed the hard drive to the police officer, “it’s got some decent footage, and he had it on him,” Deadpool threw the man at the two brother’s feet as if on queue.

“I’m tired,” the girl grumbled.

“Me too,” Arsenal groaned.

“Say, Jason’s brother is really cute,”

“I know right,” Deadpool slung his arm around her shoulders, “he has the cutest smile, and his baby blue eyes, ooh, god, he’s so hot,” he expressed dreamily. (Y/N) stared at Wade for a moment.

“You’re really into these three huh,” She smirked.

“Oh yeah, so much eye candy,” The merc agreed. Suddenly, an idea popped into Roy’s brain and he grinned. As soon as the two brothers shook hands and were about to part, the man made his presence known.

“Jason, shouldn’t you present your teammates to your own blood? It’s a little rude no?”

“He’s not my blood,” Jason grumbled as Roy guided the girl and Wade up to him.

“This is Wade,” Jason gestured, “and this is (Y/N),” his arm casually slid around her waist, hopeful that he subtly dropped a hint. The girl was still too exhausted and drawn to Dick to even notice.

“Hi,” She smiled.

“Nice to meet you,” Dick grinned, extending an arm to her. The witch opened her hand and gladly shook it.

“Say, does your name live up to-”

“Okay, okay,” Jason pulled the girl away and towards the van.

“Nice seeing ya, Dickie bird,” Roy patted his friend’s chest.

“Don’t worry my precious, I’ll find your number, and we will reunite again.” Wade kissed the eldest Wayne’s cheek lovingly. The first robin stayed silent for a moment. Confused, he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing,” Roy pulled Wade to the van after Jason.

****

“Jason, your brother is hot,” The girl stated tiredly. He immediately tense -- but never peeled his eyes off of the road as he drove down the street. Roy didn’t say a word, understanding what was happening and partially blaming himself for it.

“So is Jason,” Roy grumbled.

“Shit watch out!” The girl exclaimed as a car rushed through a red light on a road perpendicular to theirs. Jason slammed the breaks, making all three of them jerk towards the dashboard, followed by a loud thump behind them.

“Son of a bitch!” Jason cursed, watching the car race down the road.

“I’m awake,” The girl announced in shock. Roy opened the small window behind him and peeked through the hole.

“You okay back there, buddy?” He asked.

“Yeah….just...fine,” Wade grunted softly, rubbing the back of his head after it slammed into the back of their seats.

“Let’s just get home, we did a good job today out there guys,” The girl murmured as Jason cautiously drove towards their apartment.

*****

“You okay Jason.” The girl leaned against the kitchen counter in only underwear and his stolen sweatshirt.

“Fine,” He muttered, making himself a small sandwich, the two other men were already in their rooms, either watching TV at this ungodly time of the night or already sound asleep.

“You only eat like this when you’re upset, tell me what’s wrong,” Her feet moved towards him, arms sliding around his waist as she rested her cheek against his back.

“Talk to me, Jason, what’s the matter, just because you lead the team doesn’t mean you have to stay strong for us, you deserve the world,” He slowly turned to face her, heart clenching as his eyes distinguished the worry in her (E/C) ones. Jason took another deep breath before cupping her cheek. His fingertips caressed down her cheek to her jaw, tracing it softly. He slowly tilted her chin up, before dipping down and capturing her lips in his.

Her hands gripped his white T-shirt, not being in the mood for sex but understanding that it might help him get his mind off of things. His hand gripped her neck as he trailed hungry kisses along her pulse point.

“Come,” She held his hand and slowly guided him back to his room.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

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bleedingcoffee42 · 5 years

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Eureka AU- Part 4

This is fun, I’m enjoying writing this. Halfway to 20k.

Pulling in some references of background FMA people who don’t get used much. Dr. Jude is from the ‘Blind Alchemist’ OVA, Dr. Crowley from the Curse of the Crimson Elixir game. And yes, Frank fucking Archer shows up so not much foreshadowing there.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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“Quite the amazing prototype.” Captain Frank Archer reported after his test run with the Ultimate Eye. The entire hour long experience in the fields around Eureka was breathtaking. He encountered drone attacks, robots, some weird one eyed sex doll and multiple hazards and obstacles to tackle. Each time the Ultimate Eye gave him the information he required to make every move, every shot count. All fed right into his field of vision. It was like living every video game simulation he every fantasized about bring to work. Now it was a reality. “General Raven, this is everything we have dreamed of.”

General Raven smiled and looked over at Mustang who was waiting for his response with a smug look on his face. “I'll have to give it to you Mustang, this delivers on your promise to the budget committee and then some.”

“It's still a prototype, General.” Roy said and held out the open pocket watch for Archer to put the contact lens back in. He was eager to have the tech back in his possession before someone else ran off with it. “We still need to integrate a informational database that will support it. Right now you're looking at topography maps, weather data, weapons specs and not much else. “

Archer reluctantly removed the piece and put it back in it's case. “The thermal imaging is better than what we have now.”

“The lens itself is functional, but the computer needs to be fed the information to interpret it.” Roy explained. “It's only going to get better from here.”

“When can it go in production, as is?” Raven asked as Mustang snapped the watch closed and put it in his vest pocket. He and Archer both watched that precious piece of tech disappear into his vest as if the sun just vanished behind the clouds and deprived them of the warmth and light they had been basking in.

“When it's ready.” Roy replied and walked with the General out of the testing field and back to his car. “As the database grows, the software needs to grow. Then we can make adjustments with the user interface and product itself.”

“I didn't come all this way for a bullshit answer, Mustang.” Raven said. “I want a tangible date.”

“Give us six months.” Roy said. “It will be ready to be shipped and ready for it's experimental runs.”

“I plan to hold you to that.” Raven said and got in the car.

Roy watched Archer get in with him, still smiling, and the driver left to take them to the hotel in town. He pulled out his phone and called Riza to report in on the success. Four months ago he would have just gone back to his office and celebrated his success alone by moving on to another project. He would have gone home in a good mood and failed to share anything but the 'It went well' and probably would have left it at that. Being in a good mood would put him at ease and he'd undoubtedly be the man Riza actually fell in love with, which would lead to the day culminating in great sex with his wife. Then he would screw it all up the next day when Raven saw a not so promising sex doll/soldier wandering the fields with an leaking eyeball that was shot out screaming like a pterodactyl. He would have been in a foul mood and brought it home. He was glad he wasn't that man anymore. He did wish his wife was here to shoot that Mannequin soldier as it was now humping a tree. “Can someone please go get that damned thing or put it down?”

“I'll get it!” Dr. Crowley ran out from behind the observation screen to get his project before someone executed it.

“I expect a report on my desk in the morning as to why that thing now has the desire to want to fuck a tree!” Roy hollered and of course that was the exact second Riza chose to answer her phone. He heard her laugh and immediately his tension subsided. “Hello dear.”

“How did it go?”

“Captain Archer is smiling, so I can't guarantee he didn't witness some homunculus kink.” Roy said as Crowley tried to coax his creation away from the tree it was now clinging to. He turned away. He didn't want to know until it became a problem.

“Frank archer? Trust me, he's probably only turned on by the thought of tech that can kill people.”

“Comforting. Thanks dear.”

“I need to check in with Raven before I call it a day.”

“Raven is heading back to his hotel. Dr. Jude is packing up. I'm heading back to my office to just check on a few things before I head home.” He looked at his watch. “Dinner at 4?”

“Will it be moist?”

“It's going to be fucking burnt if you use that word once more.” He threatened.

“See you at home.”

Roy smiled and hung up. He knew his attitude had changed just sharing a little bit of his work burden with someone, damned near everyone had commented on it. That was saying a lot since most of the time people were scared to talk to him because he'd have some scathing sarcastic remark to put them on the verge of tears. He was glad to have her as his partner in this, it made his life easier and better than he could imagine. He had to admit that having Riza by his side for even the most ridiculous tasks made things go smoother, he even enjoyed joining her for her jobs even if they did spend their morning tracking down a homunculus. As he heard one more horrifying screech, he really wished he insisted she stay for this trial so she could shoot that damned Mannequin Soldier.

He looked across the test field and up to the hill where the Bradley's house overlooked the town. They couldn't see anything as the test area was in a valley, but he could see it. Fr the first time he actually looked at it as more than just scenery. His thought about that house and couldn't help but compare it to their own home. His home was modern, minimal and open. The old house the Bradley's had was older, smaller but cozy. A completely different feel to it. It overlooked the town and wasn't lost among all the other houses that were lined up on the street. He opened his contacts and looked for Mrs. Bradley and gave her a call as a thought entered his mind that felt right.

“Hello again Mrs. Bradley, It's Dr. Mustang. Yes...everything is fine, actually I'm calling you on a more personal matter. No....I don't need melon. It's about your house, if you ever decided you wanted to sell your home, I would be very interested in buying it.”

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Riza was frustrated that she was going to be late getting home. Roy was cooking, she hated to keep him waiting, but for some reason Raven had insisted she update her vaccinations per some recent bulletin that she didn't get or feel she needed to be included in. He ordered it be done immediately as he had to bring the vaccination in a cooler with him from base to ensure it was delivered and given. He mumbled about some kind of deposit and handed her the paperwork. She sent Roy a text telling him she had to fulfill this obligation to her health records and would be late. She was subject to the medical policies of Eureka itself, it seemed a little extra to be included in some field instructions when she was thousands of miles from any front. She had been worried that maybe Raven was considering reassigning her, until she found herself with an entirely different problem.

Going to the infirmary was not a big deal, however one routine part of any exam for any woman was being asked “Are you pregnant?” by every medical professional for any ailment or condition. This time, she had to admit that she was late and it was a possibility. She didn't tell Dr. Knox she hadn't gone for a home pregnancy test because she was waiting for one to arrive in the mail. She was actually waiting in anticipation for her period, but that sounded like ignoring the problem and hoping it went away. So she took the test.

Eureka was small and gossip traveled fast. The last thing she wanted was to go to the pharmacy and leave with a pregnancy test. She didn't want any false alarms and it's not like she hadn't experienced irregularities in her cycle before. Especially here, where the scientists could literally be the cause of anything. So she ordered one online and sent it to the office, hoping to ease her mind and make this easier on everyone.

She was on the pill and as far as she could recall didn't miss a single one. However, she and Roy had been on hiatus for a month and she was not expecting to have sex during that time so it was possible she could have forgotten something. Especially when she was dealing with that Barry situation and had a few sleepless nights. So it seemed like a good place to finally just put her mind at ease anyhow. Her doctor here was a professional and patient confidentiality was a thing he took seriously. She could just take the test, get her vaccination and stop waiting for her manila envelope from Amazon to arrive in the mail.

“I have some good news.” Dr. Knox said.

Riza breathed a sigh of relief. Well all that worry for nothing.

“You're pregnant.”

Riza felt like he had kicked her in the gut. Knox gave her a smile, a weird feature for the gruff doctor and he saw her reaction and she watched it fade away. “I'm sorry, what? You said good news?”

Knox grimaced. “Typically when someone waits to see the doctor for a pregnancy test they want it to be positive.”

“Are you sure?”

Knox handed her the test results. He wasn't sure what she was asking for confirmation of. “If you need to discuss options, we can do that, but I recommend thinking on it a while before you do. Especially if this wasn't planned.”

Riza stared at the words on the paper. No it wasn't planned. The last thing she expected was to have Roy stroll back into town two months ago and finish that conversation of theirs with sex on his desk. It could have been anytime, but after that she was much more vigilant about her pills. She just took it for granted that she didn't go lax on protocol while he was away, but she had so much on her plate at the time that....apparently she missed something.

“False positive might be a thing, but not in this town. That's a guaranteed result from the Curtis Test.” Knox said. “Do you want me to do an exam?”

“No, I'm late for dinner. Thank you.” She said and folded up the paper and gave him a weak smile. Late for a lot of things. She and Roy never even talked about kids. They talked about a dog, but never kids. When did she tell him? AS soon as she got home? After dinner? Could she even eat dinner now that she was feeling so queasy from the news?

“Just call me if you have any questions.” Knox said and opened the door for her.

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Roy was excited and he couldn't wait for Riza to get home. Mrs. Bradley admitted she wanted to move closer to school now that Selim was ready to start school and agreed to sell him her house! He couldn't wait to see the look on Riza's face when he told her he got them a home. Something for both of them and something with a yard where they could have a dog! So he ran over to the door when his phone alerted him to someone on the door step and startled her with a grin and “Welcome home!”

Riza's keys were still in her hand and she looked at Roy wondering why he was so excited. Had Knox called him with the news? No. Knox would have never done that. This had to be something else. “Did the General increase your budget or something? You're really excited.”

Roy let her come in and closed the door and then bounded in front of her like a puppy excited to see it's owner. “I have a surprise!”

Riza was just at a loss for the source of his enthusiasm. So all she said was a monotone, “Me too.”

“I bought us a house!” He exclaimed. “Bradley's farmhouse! You said you liked it and it reminded you of your childhood home. I've been thinking about how this was just my house you moved in to. It's not our home. Hell, I know you really don't like it that much so I thought we could start over together with our own home and maybe a puppy!”

Riza stood there and blinked. He...bought a house? For them. It was definitely more thoughtful than just handing her the keys to his home, but it would have been more thoughtful to include her in the process. She dared not tell him that she was just creating small talk and she honestly didn't like how much that house reminded her of her childhood home. She didn't have a good childhood, she joined the military to get away from that house. However, Roy meant well. He was excited. He was ready for a new life together and this was his way of committing to that. He was giving up the house he custom built and crafted to his old lifestyle. This was huge for him. “I have something to tell you too.”

“You're bleeding.”

“What?” Riza asked as he grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her nose. She watched it come away from her face with blood from a nosebleed.

“Are you alright?” Roy asked and put his hand on her forehead to check for a fever. He looked in her eyes to notice they were slightly bloodshot. The nosebleed wasn't stopping. “You said you went for a vaccination? What were the side effects?”

Riza took the tissue and dabbed at her own nose. She felt embarrassed. She hoped she didn't tear up in the car when she was thinking about her condition. She had to be flushed because she was nervous. The nosebleed could be from anything. “I'm fine.”

Roy took her wrist to feel for a pulse and she pulled away. “You could be having a reaction. For god's sake Riza, I'm a doctor can you please...”

“You're not a medical doctor.” She said and went for another tissue. That was a lot of blood.

“I know enough about biology to know that this is concerning.” He said and pulled his phone out. “What vaccine did they give you?”

“I don't know it was something the military insisted I have. Some bulletin I didn't get because I'm not on base. Raven brought it with him.” Riza pulled the tissue away and grabbed another.

Roy called the infirmary. “I need to talk to Dr. Knox, now.”

“Roy.” She reached out for his phone in a panic, thinking Knox would infer this was about her pregnancy and tell him before she got the chance. As she reached for it though she got light headed and Roy grabbed her as she fell into him.

“We're going to the infirmary.” He said and hung up his phone. “Don't argue with me on this.”

#fic #eureka au #royai

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Whispers and Lies-Ch.1

Yashil was the epitome of a happy country – with its rich farm land, vast forests, and massive mountains. It lived up to the name “Country of Dreams” because it provided everything for anyone who wanted a good life. In the center of the country, was the kingdom of Shesten, where everything and everyone resided. Trades, markets, guests, celebrations – Shesten was the place that had it all with many people leaving with a good story to tell. What kept this place looking grand was magic; for nearly 250 years, mages banded together to keep Shesten a shiny beacon for everyone who stayed there. Why did so many agree to this? It was because before they arrived, Yashil’s creatures would terrorize farmers or the causal traveler. King Vasil at the time was at lost until a few mages came to him, offering their help to ward off many of these creatures. The king took the offer and within a month, Shesten was safe with its new magic guards.

For 3 generations, anyone from a mages family were able to join the royal mage academy that was built to train them. Everyone lived happily until one day, Vasil’s great grandson, Allister, the current king at this time, wanted change. He believed that the mages and magicians of his time weren’t doing enough to protect his kingdom and country. He wanted to find ways to use magic as a weapon, something many of his people didn’t want. Repeatedly he would ask the mage elders for this, with the same refusal – the more they refused, the more Allister began to hate anything magical. The king finally decided on one rule that would change Shesten; no magic was to be used anywhere in his kingdom! Once the ruling was out, there was a sweep of guards going and finding everyone suspected of magic. They were to be cast out and anyone who tried to fight back, were either arrested or killed. Families were separated, people who lived there all their lives were forced to leave and biggest thing that happened was the burning of the academy. Allister refused to have anything that reminded him of magic in his kingdom.

It was a dark turn Shesten with many people unsure if their home would remain as beautiful as it was before. After Allister died, his son Allister the 2nd, took over and people had some hope when he denounced his father’s rule, allowing mages to return but under strict rule that they would register under the royal guard. This meant anyone who lived in Shesten who had magic, were ‘on hold’ guards in case of attacks from enemies or creatures. Many mages refused this, but some returned and agreed to it just to be with their families once again. Allister the 2nd turned out to be worse than his father at such a young age. Being just 24, he already made restrictions for his people; he wanted to go back to how Shesten worked before any magic. With changes to his home, Shesten and Yasil flourished without the need of constant magic. This made many people decide that magic wasn’t needed and grow a distaste for it. What was once something to be admired, was now something that was disgusted. By the time he was 30, Allister the 2nd made his kingdom safe without the use of mages. By the time of Allister’s death, the people long forgot about any magic use and carried on without it. When his son Allister the 3rd came to the throne, he enforced the laws his father and grandfather placed. Mages were still around but the magic once used to shape Shesten was a distant memory.

Even now, there are mages living in Yasil, but in the kingdom, only the king’s few magic guards can stay in Shesten with their own restrictions. Each of them vowing to be at the king’s call whenever they are ne-

“Mama, what happened to the mages though?” A young boy of 8, who was sitting on the floor looking up at the woman who stopped reading her book. The woman blinked then sighed with a small smile, “Oliver, sweetie, why do you ask such a question?” The little boy looked at his fingers and fiddled with a button his shirt, “Umm…well, it sounds kind of mean to the magic people…”

A scoff came from another boy who sat in a nearby seat, his emerald eyes full of annoyance as he glanced at his brother. “Don’t be stupid, it wasn’t mean! Didn’t you hear the part where they refused a king’s order? Great grandpa was right to kick them out for doing that!” Oliver snapped at his brother, “I’m not stupid! It was mean to the magic people who were living here!” The green-eyed boy stood up and walked over to the younger boy, folding his arms as he spoke, “Only stupid people believe that! So that makes you stupid as well!” Oliver stood up and glared up at his brother, “I’m not stupid! You’re stupid!” The two boys began to argue until their mother stood up and snapped at them both, “Arthur! Oliver! Stop this ridiculous fighting!” The two of them stopped with both turning away from each other but glancing at each other and sticking their tongue’s out. Their mother sighed and lowered her voice, “Now, I want you to apologize to each other. As princes, you need to set a good example for everyone and it starts right here with you two.”

Arthur groaned and pouted, “Fine…sorry for calling Oliver stupid.”

Oliver refused to say anything until his mom gave him a look, “…sorry…”

“Good now shake hands and be done with it.” Their mother asked, watching as the two boys shook hands, perking up when the door opened. Allister the 3rd came walking in, chuckling at the site of them shaking hands, “What have you two been up to now? Are you giving you mother trouble again?” The boys ran other to him, hugging their father and asking 101 questions at once; Allister just smile and ruffled Arthur’s blond hair while picking up Oliver, “Now, now, you two. You know you shouldn’t give you mother worries like this.”

“Papa, mama was reading the history of Shesten again. Is magic really that bad?” The blue-eyed boy asked, looking as innocent as ever. The king sighed and put his son down and knelt down to look at them both, “Oliver, magic isn’t bad, but it’s not needed in Shesten. We’ve grown and flourished without it and mostly people are afraid of it now. Why are you asking such a thing?” The little boy fiddle with the bottom of his shirt then pointed to hos brother, “Artie and his friends said I can’t play with them because I’m a mage and might put a curse them!” Their mother sighed and shook her head – her efforts to have them make up were lost. Allister perked up and looked at his eldest son, “Arthur, is this true?”

The blond 11-year-old folded his arms and refused to look his father in the eye, “Maybe…I didn’t start it. It was Francis! He said Oliver was a made because of his pink hair and the other started saying the other things!” The king gave a stern look, “Yet you let it happen and at fault here as well. There is no history of any mages in our family, thus, no one here is a mage. I’ll have a talk with your friends’ parents and if I catch you instigating such a thing again I will not hesitate to give your punishment. Do I make myself clear?” Arthur lowered his head, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now run along and stay out of trouble.” He watched as the boys nodded and ran out of the room. His wife just shook her head, “What am I going to do with those two? Arthur is starting remind me of you at that age and Oliver has yet to come out of his shell.” Allister just chuckled and pulled her in close for a kiss, “Marianne, my love, their boys. Their going to be a bit difficult until their older. I know I was and gave my mother headaches!” He couldn’t help but laugh as the queen rolled her eyes at her husband, “From the stories I heard, I think you were worse and your sisters can prove it!” Marianne pulled away to sit back down with the king moving to sit on the couch, “I’m a bit worried, darling. The boys have their interests but lately Oliver is asking more about magic and mages more than anything. Even his teacher has told me he rather asks about magic then about other studies.”

Allister hummed and rubbed his chin as he thought about it, “The boy will learn that we don’t approve such questions. You’re too lenient with him, Marianne. If he asks, then tell him the truth that we don’t want it around and dislike it. Eventually he’ll learn and stop asking meaningless questions then move onto more important things.”

Fiddling with a dark blond curl, Marianne sighed once, “I suppose you’re right, darling. He won’t like it, but Oliver is young and will eventually learn.”

As the two boys grew, Oliver’s curiosity about magic and mages became even more prominent. Whenever he had the chance the little boy would ask: “who were mages”, “what did they do?”, “how did they get their magic?” or “are they associated with the creatures in Yasil?” Most would find their 9-year-old to be quite smart asking such sophisticated questions, but in the palace, it was something they wanted to avoid. By his 10th birthday, Oliver found one of the royal mages – a man named Roy, who only stuck close to the palace because his daughter was a maid. At first, he was hesitant saying anything but eventually, the middle-aged man couldn’t ignore the bright-eyed kid who patiently sat at his table with a hopeful look. “Okay kiddo, you got me. I’ll talk but you have to promise not to say a word outside of this house, understood?” Oliver nodded, “Yes! I want to know how mages get their magic?”

The man pulled up a chair and hummed, “Easy. It runs through our family’s blood and the source depends on what element you work best with. Some mages work better with water, so their magic source is from the water; others get their magic through the earth. It all depends on the person and how they’re taught.” The young prince hummed, “Where is the magic?” Roy chuckled, “Yasil is full of magic, your highness. It was here long before any humans arrived and will remain here until we’re gone.” Oliver found this fascinating, only remembering how his teacher said it was something mages came up with. “Roy…why does everyone hate magic so much? I know great grandpa was angry about them refusing his orders but when I ask, papa refuses to say anything.” The older man sighed, knowing the real reason, “Kid, I don’t think I’m the best person to tell you…” With that little information, the kid excused himself and left back home, going straight to his father’s study. Allister wasn’t there, so he waited until dinner to approach the king with his one question.

Dinner started out as usual – the queen and king spoke of upcoming events, boring the two boys, then Arthur began talking about his training. Traditional for any boy of 13, he began to learn sword fighting and horseback riding to become a strong fighter as an adult. Allister praised his eldest son and Marianne glanced at Oliver, “Oliver, sweetie, your quiet tonight. Is everything okay?” The young boy picked at his half-eaten meal, hesitating before speaking up to his father, “Papa? Can I ask you a question?”

Allister glanced at him, “Of course, Oliver. What is it?” He replied, cutting into his food, “Why do you and everyone else hate mages so much?” That made everyone stop eating, with his older brother rolling his eyes and his mother chewing on her bottom lip. The king was finally done with hearing about all of this – he set his fork down and pointed to his youngest son. “Oliver Kirkland I’ve had enough! I’ve told you before and I’m telling you now, I don’t want any more of this magic and mage crap!” This time, instead of backing down, the 10-year-old argued back, “But I want to know! Everyone keeps dodging the question and says I’m too young to know! I want to know!”

“Oliver! If you really want to know why then fine! Your great grandfather hated magic and everyone of those mages because they wanted to run things on their own! One of them specifically tried to murder him and his family, causing destruction half of Shesten! That’s why none of them are to be trusted and why no one wants them here! Now, if you want to continue speaking about those gods forsaken people then I’ll send you to your aunt’s home until you straighten up! I do not want to ear anything more and if you speak another word about that you’ll be in a carriage the next day!” It was dead silent in the room as Oliver stared wide eyed at his father, who rarely got this angry with his sons. He lowered his eyes and tried his hardest not to cry but he felt the tears come. Allister sighed and got up to comfort his son, softening his voice once more, “Oliver, please understand. I know it’s annoying but we’re trying to keep our people safe and bringing up such a dark and sad past isn’t healthy. So please no more of this magic curiosity…” The little boy sniffled and rubbed his eyes, “Yes, papa…sorry…” Allister hugged him and patted his back to soothe him, “It’s okay, kiddo. The Kirkland family is strong without any dumb magic to get in the way. We’ve proved it then and we’re going to prove it now.”

Things changed after that day. Oliver’s questions about magic changed to questions about his studies. By the time he hit 13, the 2nd prince was focused on sword fighting and training, having the same views as everyone now: magic was dangerous and not needed in the kingdom. But now, at almost 14, Oliver’s focus was away from swords but on books. He spent most days in the library now, not really wanting to pick up a sword again. On one spring morning, he was outside in the garden with his mother and little sister Amelia, reading while she watched Arthur hang out with his friends. All the boys were 16-17 years old now, almost adults with Arthur now being groomed to eventually take the throne. Oliver was still quiet and often ignore his older brother’s teasing – he found him to be even more of a jerk now. “Oi! Ollie! Put the book down and come join us! We’re going to explore the back woods!” Arthur called out, watching as the younger teen his hid face in the book, “I’ll pass.”

Marianne lowered the book, “Go and join them, Oliver. The book won’t disappear while you’re gone, I promise. “The pink haired teen groaned, “But mother, they’re going to leave me like they did last time!” His mother pulled the book away, “If he does, you father will be after him. Besides, I think you need the fresh air, love.”

Oliver mumbled, “I can get fresh air right here…” then stood up walking over to the older boys who all were heading towards the stables. Once they got their horses ready, the group headed out down the path towards the gates that led to the south side of the city, heading towards the thick green trees. For the most part, the older boys were nice as they trotted into the forest, with Francis speaking to him. “I’m surprised you still remember how to ride a horse, Ollie! You spend so much time inside, you’re getting paler!” The group laughed, and the prince just pouted, “I do get out! Just not when stupid jerks like you are around!” They taunted him, and Arthur had to wave them off, “Hey now, be nice you guys. I rather not have my dad on my ass again.” As the teenagers trotted their horses along, something growled and spooked the horses, making them refuse to go any further. Antonio, the only curly browned haired boy there, looked around, “I heard it, but I don’t see it…maybe we should have taken another way?”

“That’s a dumb idea. We’ve always taken this way!” The oldest Kirkland spoke up as his brother glanced around. Oliver glanced around, holding onto the reigns of his dappled mare, who was jittery now. He then froze a saw what looked like a mixture of a bear and a cougar with piercing yellow eyes. It came charging after the group and all he could yelp out was “WATCH OUT!” before the force of the creature knocked down two of the horses and made the rest of them separate from the huddled group. The creature swerved around to glance at Oliver, running after him while the other teens are trying to get their horses to calm down. The prince kicked at his horse’s side and took off from the path, panicking as he looked back every now and then to see the creature coming after him. His horse took a sharp turn, sending her rider tumbling down the small hill until he hit a large boulder. “Oww!” Oliver winced in pain, hoping nothing was broken as he slowly sat up, seeing the creature looking down at him.

“B-Bloody hell…!” The young teen froze as the creature came closer, baring its sharp teeth at him. But in a flash, Oliver saw two balls of flames hit the creature, making it run off from the prince. Who did that…? he thought looking up to see a man with long, blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. Alongside him were two boys, who looked around Arthur’s age; one with red eyes and the other violet both quietly looking down at him. The man spoke with a soft toned voice, “You’re safe for now, young prince, but it will come back if you remain here. I suggest you don’t stick around long, otherwise we’ll be in a bigger mess.” And with that they disappeared and within minutes, Arthur arrived with the others. “Oliver! Fuck! Mom is going to bloody kill me!” The younger prince was in a bit of a daze as his brother picked him up and settled him onto his horse, holding Oliver as he got up himself. “One of your guys go grab Oliver’s horse and let’s get out of here!” With one of the teens doing just that, the group rode back in silence to the safety of the palace grounds.

Oliver was quiet the way back home, thinking of the beast that chased him and that man with the two boys. He knew people lived outside of the city but didn’t think they would help him of all people. His head hurt from this and as they arrived, his mother was confused as to why they were back so early. Everything happened so fast – from his mother calling for a doctor, to his brother rushing him inside to his room. The younger boy just closed his eyes, wanting the dizziness and pain to go away. A check with the doctor showed no broken bones, just some bad bruising and a few scratches that will heal. He was told relax for the rest of the day and Oliver nearly passed out as he laid for a nap. His mind was on the man with the two sons, wondering why they would help him from such an awful beast. Even at dinner time, the teen wasn’t paying much attention to his parents, who were asking about what happened. “Arthur? You didn’t see the creature that was charging after us?”

The older Kirkland shook his head, “There wasn’t anything there, Oliver. It must have been a nearby bear that spooked the horses.” He said, pretty much dismissing what his little brother said – it wasn’t just a bear…it was something bigger, I saw it. I know I saw it because 3 other people saw it…, Oliver thought, picking at is food. Ignoring the replies of ‘he hit his head and must have something’ his parents said, the boy continued to eat in silence. After dinner, he took a small walk before it got dark, stopping one of the maids he knew roamed around in the market. “Oh! What can I do for you, your highness?”

“Nothing…I was wondering, does anyone live outside in the southern side of the forest?” Oliver asked, watching the maid hum and think, “There might be…I think I remember hearing stories about a man and his two sons living out there. But you shouldn’t concern yourself with them! They’re mages and so secluded that some people believe they’re not really human!” With those odd eyes, I would believe, he thought, smiling. “Thank you. Sorry to bother you.” It still bothered him, but the prince decided to drop it for now, heading back to his room to sleep. The next day, he was back in the library once more, searching around for something new until he spotted an old leather-bound book on the very top shelf that was just barely out of his reach. The teen grabbed a chair and reach up to get it, nearly on his tippy toes to grab the book. He managed to grab it but fell, causing the bookcase to fall as well. Gasping, Oliver flinched, “No!” Closing his eyes and preparing for a bookcase to hit him. But when it didn’t, he opened his eyes to see his hands have a soft blue glow and the bookcase stopped half way with the same glow. “What the…?” Confused and shocked, he slowly moved his up, watching as the large bookcase was put back in place, alongside all the books. Oliver then looked at his hand and shook it, making the glow disappear, “Magic…? But how?? That’s impossible!” Internally freaking out, the prince decided to not tell anyone, unsure of how they were going to react to this.

Glancing at the book, titled “Creatures of Yashil”, the prince pretends the whole glowing hand didn’t happen and opened the book. But he felt off and decided to keep it for later – the thought of him with magic scared Oliver. What if his parents found out? The news would spread like wildfire and cause problems for everyone. He couldn’t do that to his family; so, hiding and ignoring was the decision made that day.

But that proved to be difficult – with each passing day, week and month, there was magic flop where Oliver had to come up with an excuse for. He didn’t like lying, but Oliver feared what will happen if anyone knew the truth. When the teen turned 16, he decided that he was going to use it in different ways. Perhaps if he used a little bit of it, it won’t be as hard to hide it as it was when he found out about it. He used it on the garden, making the flower grow bigger, the grass greener, the trees more flourished. When guests came to see it and they asked how they got the flowers to look so beautiful, Oliver would proudly say he was just good at gardening. His little sister Amelia didn’t like it because whenever she picked a flower, it would immediately die in her hand. He managed to make a flower crown for her that wouldn’t die, getting the hang of the little exert of magic he was going. Though, there was one thing he noticed while using his magic: if he used a lot of it, a marking would appear on his arm. They were intricate designs that glowed when the magic was being used, bust lasted for hours and he had to find ways to cover it.

It came to a point that the young man had questions as well as fears. Oliver hated being so secretive with his family and tried his best to seem okay. Every so often, he would glance at the forest, wondering if that man and his two sons could help. But that would expose him, and he just wasn’t ready for that. He remained quiet, hiding his big secret from a family that didn’t have any exposure to it. Oliver Kirkland, the awkward teenager of the family right now who acts weird around people at times. He had to do this on his own – but often wished he had someone who could help him. If he asked Roy or any of the other mages, they were required to tell his father and he didn’t want that.

Hiding magic isn’t so bad!

Right?

Six years passed.

Within those six years, Allister announced he was retiring as king to give it to his eldest son, Arthur, after he was married. The blond Kirkland was now a 25 year old bachelor and the talk of many noble women in Sheston. With his emerald eyes, defined eyebrows, golden hair, and athletic body, it made every young woman blush as hey spoke about how handsome he was. He carried the same pride and strong look as his father and grandfather before him. Oliver turned out to be completely different from his older brother - his features became more effeminate with long eyelashes, a slender body, and he began to wear earrings that made him look even prettier. People found him adorable because of how young the 22 year old looked and some even said he was prettier than some women; Oliver was open to conversations, was polite, and had a charm that people loved. But, what none of them knew, was the 2nd prince had magic and been using it for over 5 years now - and honestly, he was at a point where he wanted to learn how to properly use it. Every time he bought it up, his parents where almost the same as when he was asking them as a a kid once more - uptight and refusing to shed any light on mages.

It bothered the young man, but not as much as it did when he was a kid and teenager. Oliver was at a point where most men were trying to figure out what they wanted to do in life - though, Arthur found it weird that his little brother never was interesting in women. The last time a woman flirted with the pink haired man, he was completely oblivious and figure she was just being nice to him; causing her to gossip about how the younger prince might not like women. As a normal citizen it was normal to like the same sex, but in a noble and royal family, it wasn't when the family wants to grow in size to continue to the family name. Oliver wouldn't admit out loud but, yes, he preferred men and was attractive to them, but gods, if his family knew about that they would flip out. He was also not the type of person to snap at people for gossip that may or may not be true because to him, it just stirs up unwanted drama and stress.

"Oliver, you're joining the summer solstice party right?" Francis asked as the group of men sat in the parlor with drinks in hand. The younger man became friends with Arthur's friends and grew a bit more closer to Francis because of their same interests. The young prince smiled, "Of course. It's one of my favorite celebrations of the year. Plus, I don't want to miss seeing all those women trip over themselves to impress Arthur, hoping to become the next queen of Sheston." The other's chuckled with Arthur rolled his eyes,"Don't remind me. I am not ready to impress all these women....I guess it's better than going with the old ways of mother and father picking one I don't know." The other agreed with that, "But I'm curious about you, Oliver."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

His brother gave a small smirk,"You need to find yourself someone. Maybe someone to finally have some fun to relieve that stress you have." The pink prince blushed,knowing exactly what Arthur meant as he covered his face with a hand, "Seriously? Isn't that a bit inappropriate right now?" Antonio waved a hand, "Relax! We're all friends here!" Arthur laughed and patted his brother's shoulder,"Really, Oliver, you know mother is expecting both of us to find a potential wife at the party. Amelia is no longer a baby and hitting her teen years, so, she's expecting grand kids now."You're going to be the one giving here that, not me, the pink prince thought,"Ergh...we'll see. After you become king, I still have to figure out what to do once your coronation is done and you have that shiny crown on your head. Perhaps I'll travel!" His brother just ruffled his hair, chuckling, "Alright, kiddo. But do expect you to at least talk to people at the party. No avoiding people and running off to the library, got it?"

The smaller Kirkland heavily sighed, "Fiiineeeee guess I can do that." But honestly, he wasn't ready for the party because when there was a lot of people, his magic would be erratic, making it hard for Oliver to keep it hidden. Almost every party he had to slip away to relax and try keep the magic down or do something to release it - often causing a bush to be set on fire. Lately, it's been growing and the markings have made their way to his shoulders and other arm, giving a cooling feeling through his body. Oddly enough, it relaxes him but the young prince had to find ways to avoid people for fear of them seeing his intricate blue markings. Perhaps with this party, it wouldn't be too bad because it's outside where he can get fresh air and Oliver can manage it better than being cooped up in a large gathering hall. Oliver wanted to support his brother and knew that if he missed this party, it would the talk of the nobles the next day - he rather not feed into the gossip like that.

#long post #whispersandliesfic #writing #magic au #my writing

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What Happened To Us?

Jason,

I can't understand how we have gotten to this point. I'm alright. I am at a safe house with Damian. He decided that I cannot be left alone and so he is here with me.

I understand that you did not really cheat on me. I don't think you ever could honestly. I, however, cannot stand being in the same room as you while you love someone else. I know that I may be sounding like I am just jealous of Artemis. Well... I really am. She was capable of taking you away from me without even trying.

It wasn't bad at the beginning. You had both spent the night at her place catching up. I did not mind you two catching up. Then, it was the late nights you spent with her while I was waiting for you. The canceling of dates because you wanted to hang out with her. The blowing me off because she asked you to hang out. I became tired of it, Jason. I get that she is your friend, but I also know that you two were together. She held your heart for a while. You were hers.

I may be dumb for feeling so broken over this. Artemis did warn me that you still harbored feelings for her. She had come to my office two weeks ago. She told me how she was in love with you and how I should just accept the fact that I am losing you to her. I already lost you once; I cannot lose you again. Yet, here we are. Here I am, hiding away with your brother. Here I am, feeling like I lost you after our fight.

She is your friend, she is someone who you actually care for. She was there for you when you took the mantle of Red Hood. She and I can go on for days questioning which one of us deserves your love. I don't want to fight for you. I want you to choose for yourself. There is nothing that I want in this world than your happiness. You mean the world to me, and if she is what you need, then I will back off and let you be with her.

I do not like her. She dared to come to my office and tell me to leave you alone. She dared come into my life and threatened to kill me if I did not back off. She believes that I am just a little bitchy, rich girl who knows nothing. Clearly, I am way more than that, but it is not something I'm willing to expose to her. She came to our house and asked Roy, " Why in the Hell is he with someone like her"?

Of course, though, you would not believe me. Why should you? She ALWAYS tells you the truth. I am sure that she said to you that I had attacked her as soon as she waltzed her way to our apartment. I did fight her; I did leave her with bruises and cuts. What she failed to tell you was how she came in looking for you and then proceeded to tell me I am worthless, and she threw the first punch. I had Zaeed heal my scaring for me as a favor. Repairing and making scars disappear is really tough and painful. Removing a scar makes it so that we feel twice the pain than the person who got it. I asked Zaeed to remove them because I felt defeated; I felt weak. I had allowed this irrelevant girl to get some kicks and punches in.

Removing your J scar was horrible. I had always told you that it wasn't painful. I felt twice the amount of pain than you did. I wanted you to stop looking at yourself with so much despair and hatred. I wanted you to feel better about yourself, and I was willing to feel intense pain for it. You are the love of my life, and I am eager to do anything for you.

I cannot really believe that we have fought over Artemis. I tried to reason with you. I missed you so much, and all I wanted was some time with you; I wanted you to stop blowing me off for her. I needed you to understand that I was not the bad guy. I was not trying to stop you from being her friend but to prevent you from falling in love with her again. You did not give me the light of day, you told me that I was a monster for attacking someone you care about out of the blue. You dared to hit my insecurities and made me feel like I was genuinely worthless of your love. In your pit of rage, you dared to accuse me of just wanting attention for not healing my scarring. How dare you? Excuse me for not wanting to feel twice the itching and pain caused by my scaring. Screw you for saying that-- You had no right.

I feel ridiculous for believing Roy, Damian, Lilian, and Cassie about you saying that you wanted to marry me. It sounded all so great, but we both know that you do not like marriage. I honestly feel like a fool. To think that they were right-- I would have done anything to just believe them. I have grown up with you, I know that it was just wishful thinking.

I do not know where we land anymore. I am tired of yelling at the stars to give me a sign. I... I am tired and confused. I do not know if you would even care that I am gone since... well, you haven't paid attention to me in almost a month already. I know that you saw the memory shards. I hope those shed light as to my life for the five years that you were gone. I hope you understood how lost I was without you. Maybe now I will learn to not depend on your love. I do not know if they showed you anything at all. Perhaps you also read the letters, but now, I could honestly care less. I will never know what I did to make you so distant and to make you lose interest in me. I just want you to be happy, that is all I could ever ask for.

Perhaps the future will be in my favor. Maybe things might turn out well for both of us. We might possibly be together; however, the odds don't seem to be in my favor.

I hope you make whatever choice makes you happiest. I do not know if you even read this whole mess. Maybe you don't even care. I feel like I already lost you forever. I'm so sorry for causing you any pain. If anything, if you decide that I am worth your trouble, you know where to find me. I will still be in our magic shop if you ever choose to show up. Our magic shop has not changed. I will be there.

~ J.L

#character input

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A/B/O headcanons for the batfam?

I’m way too late, but I finally finish it!!!!

Long Post alert! like, 1600 words?!?!

Background:

Wolves pack system.

A society that is similar to ours, gender equality is in progress.

There are about 60% people Beta, 20% Alpha and 20% Omega. A/B, B/B, A/O and B/O couple are common, and A/A and O/O are fewer, they’re in a situation similar to current gay couples. Couples can get married no matter what their sexes are, but some of A/A and O/O are still suffer from discrimination.

Omega’s scent is able to calm Alphas, even when they’re not mates. Omega’s existence is very important to a pack. Without an Omega/Omegas, packs are hard to hold.

People in established relationships tend to mark their partner, and the mark works on both side. A old mark can be covered by a new one, but can not be removed.

Male Omegas are able to be pregnant, and female Alphas are able to impregnate.

Bruce- AlphaThe most famous Alpha in Gotham, though being such loved, he stayed unmarked. The tabloids are always guessing who will get his mark, but it seems that he’s quite satisfied with his current status. Disguised as Beta when he’s Batman (so does the other Bats), but most of the JL members know his real gender.

Selina- AlphaHas been messing around with Bruce for decades, it’s safe to say they’re deeply in love, and their genders are never problems. But they both feel that it’s not the right time for them to be established yet. The whole family know their relationship, but they’re not equally approve.

Dick- OmegaWhen he grew into an Omega, tons of rumors about he and Bruce’s relationship came up. It was terrifying then, but thanks for Gotham’s ridiculous ability of making hot news, the topic didn’t stayed long. When he’s dating Kori or Babs, Bruce had a great concern that some day Dick might come back and cheerfully tell him that he’s gonna be a grandfather, to Bruce’s relief, it never happened.

Disguised as Beta when he’s Nightwing, but half of Gotham and Bludhaven assume he’s Omega, because there’s no way a Beta can be that graceful and agile.( but actually they can, John and Mary Grayson are both Betas) In Superhero community, only people who are really close to him know his real gender, such as Tim’s Titans don’t know about that.

A group sometimes turns into more hive-like in his lead, it’s pretty different from Bruce’s or Tim’s leaderships. Getting of on Jason’s scent when he first smelled it( in the middle of a close combat fighting each other when Jason newly come back maybe), but only started to seeing him when he made sure Jason’s purpose. After months or even one or two years messing with each other, now they’re in an established relationship. But once being marked, their scent will change, and they think it’s not the perfect time to let Bruce know about their relationship, so they stayed unmarked.( but Tim, Barbara and Alfred already know ( so do some of Dick’s friends.)

Jason- AlphaHe didn’t get his second gender even till he died, but he’s already a Alpha when he’s conscious again. Has loved Dick’s scent since he’s being Robin, but never thought it’s possible to date him or to be his mate.

Kinda struggles with his Alpha instinct to be a pack leader while facing Bruce, who still take Dick as one of his pack member even after his independence. Consistently gets into fights with Damian, who declares his possession over Dick all the time. However, when Dick’s Alpha friends or co-workers standing close to Dick, he will get a bit disturbed, but he’s not that kind of over-possessive Alpha. He has know Dick for so long, he won’t let his minor jealous becomes a problem between them.

It’s annoying when he’s just running errands and suddenly being hit on by some random Omegas or Betas( “How comes such a nice Alpha like you hasn’t got a mate?”) , so he covers his scent even in day.

After he found out that Tim has already known their relationship, he somehow manages to get blackmail materials. And in Dick’s next heat, Tim is bringing them food and condoms.( It WILL backfire, it just not backfires YET.)

Tim- BetaThough being the “ordinary” gender, he’s quite satisfied with being a Beta after seeing all the troubles that Alphas and Omegas can make. And he’s dating Connor, a demi-alien with no second gender, so there is zero his business.

Sometimes he would worry about Dick being Jason’s almost-mate, but he knows that it’s Dick, the original Boy Wonder, he will be alright dating a former psycho bomber.

Damian- AlphaActually his second gender hasn’t shown yet, but he is gonna be an Alpha. Treating Jason like he’s an intruder of their family, being very possessive over Dick. Believes in many conventional values of a “good Alpha”, it’s kinda funny to see him act like that.

Barbara- AlphaIs like thiiiiis close to get married with Dick/ be Dick’s mate, but they couldn’t work it out after all. She doesn’t looks like an Alpha, but her scent is rather strong, sometimes even Jason feels uncomfortable around that.

Steph- OmegaThough it’s bothering to her, she is able to calm the other Bats when Dick’s not there. But she doesn’t it, it’s like doing someone else’s job. Quite active into Omega’s right promotion movement, awares much more about disadvantages of being an Omega than Dick does. Her scent is really sweet, she doesn’t cover it but she will punch anyone who tries to take advantage of her.

Cass- BetaShe’s quiet, and being a Beta makes she even more quiet. She likes that, she doesn’t need to be an Alpha to kick everyone’s ass, and she doesn’t have to worry about accidentally exposes her position because of her scent. She’s kinda curious about what’s having scents like, and what’s all the mates and heats thing like, but that’s it.

Alfred- BetaBeing a Beta, there were some troubles raising all the Alphas and Omegas, but he made it. What can we say? He’s Alfred.

And there’re something more I want to talk about.

*A! Jason/ O! DickThere is a setting I really like that Jason was a Beta when he was Robin, but the pit turns him into an Alpha. Because that he’s not born Alpha, he’s kinda different from normal Alphas. Like, he can’t smell others’ and his own scent, or he’s not able to mark his Omega, something likes that. Or the other way around, his scent and other Alpha traits are much stronger than regular Alphas, and he has to spend much more energy to control himself not to hurt others.

In this setting, Dick would remember Jason as a Beta, so it must be a shock to him when he finds out. (and how would he find out?)

There are so many possibilities, I really like this.

A! Jason/ B! DickI believe that there’re many great fics with this setting, and it can be really angst or fluff depends on writers. But it can be cheesy and OOC if the not handle carefully. ( don’t I say?

A! Jason/ A! DickThis is a rather unusual one? But it can be really hot! It’s only gay in Omegaverse when it’s A/A, B/B or O/O, right? Like I said, I can only go with bottom! Dick. So there’s a kink(?) in this setting that Alpha! Dick getting fucked till he knots, wow. (this is definitely too nsfw for my regular rate.) And how Alpha’s body gonna take another Alpha in, things like that, y’know.

B! Jason/ A! DickThis one is kinda similar to the A/A one, but like the upgrade version?? I mean, the literally power bottom! Dick???? Dick can’t control himself but bite Jason’s gland while getting entirely fucked???? I should better stop here.

B! Jason/ B! DickImagine how hilarious if they’re the only Betas in the family lol. It doesn’t have to be that way, but I think it could be fun.

B! Jason/ O! DickWell, we all agree that Dick would be the hottest Omega someone could ever meet, right? It must be though for Beta! Jason to have a mate like that. But they will be fine after all.

Bonus:

Clark and Connor- N/A (both disguised as Beta)People think that Superman and Superboy are Alphas? Nope, they’re aliens.

Diana- N/A (more similar to Alpha)It would be hard for Steve to wash her scent off if she’s an Alpha, but she’s an Amazon made out of clay. Sorry, Steve.

Arthur- N/A (more similar to Alpha)When he was younger kids in the school called him freak when they found he didn’t have a second gender. It was an Ah-ha moment when he knew he’s not only human.

John (Mars Manhunter)- N/A (disguised as Beta)Earthing is weird to Martian. Why does it have to be so complicated???

Koriand’r- N/A“Do you want me to knot you? Will you be upset because we can’t do that?” She gently asked Dick.

Hal- AlphaBarry- BetaThey can possibly be the A/B couple of American. Though one of them is mostly not in American.

Louis- AlphaToo precious! So pure! Must protect!!– Alpha! Louis about Beta! Clark.

Oliver- AlphaDinah- OmegaClassical A/O couple? Dinah is showing what an Omega is able to be, she encourages many young Omegas/women.

Wally- BetaHe treats Dick like second genders don’t matter, which they both believe. Dick appreciates that.

Roy- AlphaIt makes his conflicts with Oliver even more serious.Have I ever said that I like the idea that Roy and Dick were fuck-buddies?

Slade- AlphaIt’s safer for me not to talk about this.

Talia- AlphaThat’s how we know Damian will definitely be an Alpha.

John and Mary Grayson- B/B

Thomas and Martha Wayne- A/O

#ask #omegaverse #jaydick #bruce wayne #Selina Kyle #batcat #bruceselina #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #connor kent #timkon #damian wayne #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #A/B/O dynamics #headcanon

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The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Date Watched: 17th October 2016

Referenced in: 1x10, 1x13, 2x07, 2x17, 2x19, 3x04, 3x05, 3x08, 3x17, 3x21, 4x01, 4x04, 4x08, 4x19, 4x20, 5x04, 5x22, 6x01, 6x03, 6x10, 6x11 and Fall (this is referenced 5 billion times so forgive me if I miss one and let me know if I have!)

Rating: ★★★★★

SPOILER-ISH

I’m the last of 4 kids so if my older siblings didn’t like a film, I didn’t watch it. This film is an example of that so at the age of 21 I watched Wizard of Oz for the first time. It’s obviously a very popular film so it’s not like I didn’t know the story or the songs but I still thoroughly enjoyed it. The whole witch melting by accident was a bit shit though but other than that Judy you talented thing and her little comrades too #squadgoals. Also Toto is the same dog as Bright Eyes and I loved him even more than I did before.

(Other GG Movies I’ve watched so far)

(Full references under the cut)

1x10, Forgiveness and Stuff (2000) Lorelai says that she needs the Scarecrow to help her when she and Luke are lost in the hospital. LUKE: Ok, we’re supposed to follow the blue line, around the corner and then we should be - LORELAI: Where’s the scarecrow when you need him? LUKE: Ok, we have to ask someone else. LORELAI: No! No! We just have to pick one. LUKE: Ah, well can’t just wander around here aimlessly.

1x13, Concert Interruptus (2001) Lorelai says, “I’m the good witch of the …” and is cut off. LORELAI: Think fast [throws them a t-shirt each] T-shirts for all the girls because I’m the good witch of the - hey, aren’t you missing a couple of kids?

2x07, Like Mother, Like Daughter (2001) Rory mentions a famous line from the film when asking to sit with the Puffs. FRANCIE: Hey. RORY: There’s a bad draft over there where I usually sit. It’s kind of like a big downward gust. It’s not exactly ‘Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore’, but it’s still pretty darn uncomfortable, especially when you’re just gotten your hair to behave. So can I sit here? FRANCIE: Uhh, yeah.

2x17, Dead Uncles and Vegetables (2002) Kirk mentions his dog named Toto when talking about disliking Louie. KIRK: He kicked my dog when I was a kid. SY: He hit on my wife repeatedly. KIRK: Toto was always different after that. SY: My wife was much affected as well. KIRK: I’d toss her something to fetch and she’d start to run after it and halfway there she’d forget what she was doing. SY: She never enjoyed her soap operas the same after that. KIRK: She’d just lie down and go to sleep. LUKE: This is an exaggeration. BERT: We’re not exaggerating. We threw a big party when he left town! SY: I made love to my life that night like I never have. KIRK: My Toto barked a happy bark, then quietly stopped breathing. She was old.

2x19, Teach Me Tonight (2002) Lorelai suggests it as a Movie in the Square Night contender.

3x04, One’s Got Class and the Other One Dyes (2002) Lane mentions a song the scarecrow sings from this movie after bleaching her hair. LANE: It’s weird. RORY: Like straw. LANE: I feel like I should be singing ‘If I Only Had a Brain.’

3x05, Eight O'Clock at the Oasis (2002) Lorelai mentions the name of Dwight’s old house. RORY: ‘First of all, thank you for this very kind favor you’re doing me. I still can’t believe that any one person would be so kind to someone they just met.’ LORELAI: Yeah, apparently Dwight’s last home was Oz, and not as in ‘The Wizard Of.’

3x08, Let the Games Begin (2002) Lorelai and Rory quote the “lions and tigers and bears” chant when walking into Yale. RORY: Wow. LORELAI: Lions and tigers and bears… RORY: Oh my. RICHARD: It’s impressive, isn’t it?

3x17, A Tale of Poes and Fire (2003) Michel mentions the Good Witch when looking for spare rooms to house the guests after the fire. MICHEL: Everything is booked. LORELAI: You checked the Cheshire Cat, the Maiden’s Teacup, the Cookie House, the Sugarbear Inn? MICHEL: Every place that sounds like Glinda the Good Witch threw up, yes – all booked.

3x21, Here Comes the Son (2003) Sasha describes the scene between Dorothy and the gatekeeper at the Emerald City. JESS: I just wanna see Jimmy, okay? SASHA: Hey, did you ever see The Wizard of Oz? JESS: Yes. SASHA: Remember when they go to the Emerald City and they ring the bell and the guy with the beard stuck his head out and they said that they wanted to see the wizard, and he said no, and they said, 'She’s got the ruby slippers’, and he said 'Well, that’s a horse of a different color. Come on in.’ JESS: Yes. SASHA: Well, I’m the guy with the beard and I’m saying the no unless you can come up with the ruby slippers. JESS: I’m his son. SASHA: His son? JESS: Yes, his son. SASHA: Well, that’s a horse of a different color. Come on in.

4x01, Ballrooms and Biscotti (2003) Rory pretends she’s had a dream and quotes Dorothy’s “you were there, and you, and you” line. RORY: [to her clothes] I had a dream about you in Copenhagen. You were there, and you, and you, and you.

4x04, Chicken or Beef? (2003) Rory’s response to Lorelai laying a path of Post-It notes through the house references the film. LORELAI: We’re good as long as we stay on the path. RORY: So I should follow the yellow stick road? LORELAI: We’ll be here all week, try the veal. Stop.

4x08, Die, Jerk (2003) Paris says that the idea of Rory making somebody angry is as absurd as Dorothy pissing off the Tin Man. TANNA: What about you? RORY: Me? JANET: Made anyone mad lately? PARIS: Oh, please, that would be like Dorothy pissing off the Tin Man. It’s impossible.

4x19, Afterboom (2004) Rory references the lions and tigers and bears oh my! line. RORY: What are you doing here? LORELAI: Inn stuff. I had to pick up hinges and doorknobs and faucets. RORY: Oh, my.

4x20, Luke Can See Her Face (2004) Lorelai makes a reference to watching Toto from The Wizard of Oz. LUKE: No, Roy, I know what I’m talking about. I’m looking for stalks of wheat, not processed wheat, stalks. That’s putting it another way. I need bare-ass stalks. [to customer] Sorry. [to Roy] I know you can’t eat it like that. I just need it for decoration. No, I’m not going poofy on you, damn it! [to another customer] Sorry. [to Roy] I just need to know whether you have it or not. No? Okay, whatever. Thanks. [hangs up] Is there no wheat left in this country? What happened to Kansas? Isn’t Kansas lousy with wheat? LORELAI: I do recall Toto running through fields of it. Coffee to go, please.

5x04, Tippecanoe and Taylor, Too (2004) Lorelai compares Taylor to the Tin Man, calling him heartless. LORELAI: Come on, Taylor. This is ridiculous. TAYLOR: This issue is not open for debate. LORELAI: This is a nice man who is growing some very nice tomatoes, and you just need to oil your knees and go see the wizard and get a heart and drop this!

5x22, A House Is Not a Home (2005) Zach refers to himself and the other band members as various characters from the film when asked if he’ll come on tour. LANE: Zach? ZACH: Well, geez, Dorothy, if Tinman and Lion are going to go, I guess I have to go too. [He pulls himself up like the Scarecrow.]

6x01, New and Improved Lorelai (2005) Paris jokes about the Lollipop Guild while talking about Doyle’s family all being unusually short. PARIS: I’m meeting more of Doyle’s family tonight. I’ve been meeting people for months. (she goes through Rory’s clothes) He’s got like five hundred cousins, and you know what? He’s the tallest one in the family. RORY: Really? PARIS: Yup. Family get-together is like a Lollipop guild convention. I have to stop myself from asking how it’s going at the chocolate factory.

6x03, The UnGraduate (2005) Michel hums the Wicked Witch of the West’s musical theme while talking about Paris. MICHEL: (runs in the kitchen) She’s back! She’s coming back! SOOKIE: No! LORELAI: Why?! MICHEL: I don’t know why. Maybe she left her phone or her spell book. All I know is she’s heading back toward the Inn, and I’m not going out until she leaves.

MICHEL: Very well. I’ll leave the….wait. Do you feel that? LORELAI: Feel what? MICHEL: An icy chill as if something sinister is approaching. SOOKIE: What? MICHEL: (hums the witch’s theme from “The Wizard Of Oz”) Ta-ta-ra-ta-ra-ra-Taraaaaaa LORELAI: Gee, Michel, is Paris here?

6x10, He’s Slippin’ 'Em Bread… Dig? (2005) Lorelai says she uses the Wash & Brush Up Co. from Wizard of Oz to stay pretty. CHRIS [looking at Lorelai]: I don’t know how you do it, I mean, you always look… LORELAI: Yeah, well, I get the girls from the Wash & Brush Up company from the Wizard of Oz working for me now. CHRIS [chuckles]: Good deal.

6x11, The Perfect Dress (2006) Paris says she hasn’t slept through the night since the first time she saw Wizard of Oz. PARIS: Now, Doyle sleeps very deeply, so don’t worry about the hours. I, as you know, haven’t slept through the night since the first time I saw “The Wizard Of Oz”, thank you Mum, so I tend to do my crafts in the middle of the night, but the walls are very thick. You won’t hear a thing. Oh, now, the hot water in the bathroom…

A Year in the Life: Fall (2016) Several references to this film when Rory says goodbye to The Life and Death Brigade ROBERT: I said he was from New Zealand FINN: Only a man with no heart would say that to me /…/ RORY: Oh Robert don’t cry, your eye will swell up terribly. Here, take your steak. ROBERT: Now I know I have a heart, because it’s breaking. RORY: Goodbye, Colin. I'm going to miss the way that you get drunk and randomly buy things you don't need, like clubs and cars COLIN: And bed and breakfasts? Oh, yeah. RORY: Oh, Colin. RORY: [to finn] You know I think I’ll miss you most of all. COLIN: Hey, we heard that! ROBERT: yeh. Thanks a lot! FINN: Stay photogenic I beg of you.

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World Cup: BBC Sport readers rank their prime 10 maddest moments.

Spitting, headbutting and biting are simply among the weird moments which have added to the drama of World Cups

From strikes and bites to medicine and thrashings, the World Cup often produces unforgettable moments.

We chosen 10 of the craziest incidents and requested you to rank them so as. Right here, we depend them all the way down to reveal which one you deemed the World Cup’s maddest second.

10. 2002 – Keane walks out on Eire

Roy Keane walks out of the Republic of Eire’s Saipan coaching camp in 2002

The build-up: The Republic of Eire missed out on France 98, however certified for South Korea and Japan 4 years later. They had been presupposed to be led by Manchester United captain Roy Keane, however issues quickly turned bitter.

The second: Triggs the pet and the island of Saipan had been phrases on everybody’s lips within the fallout from captain Keane being despatched house from the Republic’s World Cup squad earlier than the match even started.

The Manchester United midfielder was sad with the coaching services and his temper was not helped when the equipment and footballs didn’t arrive. Keane determined to go house, earlier than altering his thoughts and staying on.

However issues got here to a head in a staff assembly when Keane launched an unprintable verbal tirade at supervisor Mick McCarthy.

Striker Niall Quinn stated: “It was essentially the most surgical slaughtering I’ve ever heard. Mick McCarthy is dismantled from A to Z – his persona, his play, his type, his techniques, his contribution. On it goes.”

Keane was banished and spent the summer time strolling his canine, whereas his team-mates reached the final 16, the place they had been overwhelmed on penalties by Spain.

9. 2002 – South Korea, Italy and the Ecuadorean referee

Korean ‘golden aim’ eliminates Italy

The build-up: Giovanni Trapattoni and Italy would have been comparatively happy to attract hosts South Korea within the second spherical however what adopted was one of many largest shocks in footballing historical past, on or off the pitch.

The second: Christian Vieri had given Italy an 18th-minute lead they usually held on till two minutes from time, when Seol Ki-hyeon, who went on to play for Wolves, Studying and Fulham, popped up with the equaliser.

And deep in further time, Ahn Jung-hwan flicked within the golden aim to remove the Italians.

Ecuadorean referee Byron Moreno turned down Italy’s requires a penalty, disallowed a aim for offside and despatched Francesco Totti off for diving.

Ahn, who was enjoying in Serie A for Perugia, was sacked by the membership’s president Luciano Gaucci and, though the Italian then had a change of coronary heart, Ahn refused to return and joined a staff in Japan.

South Korea coach Guus Hiddink stated: “It is a infantile response. Sports activities means gamers are all enjoying in numerous nations. It is nearly too ridiculous to speak about.”

8. 2010 – France gamers go on strike

Captain Patrice Evra led a French revolt in 2010

The build-up: France had misplaced the 2006 ultimate to Italy on penalties and got here into the 2010 match following Thierry Henry’s controversial handball which led to their decisive aim within the play-offs in opposition to the Republic of Eire.

Chelsea striker Nicolas Anelka had not scored a global aim for seven months and regardless of that run persevering with within the Group A opener in opposition to Uruguay, was given a reprieve and began the second recreation in opposition to Mexico. Then it kicked off.

The second: One other lacklustre efficiency from Anelka noticed him taken off at half-time by coach Raymond Domenech. The French went on to lose the sport 2-0, however that was by far the top of the matter.

It emerged that Anelka had verbally abused Domenech within the dressing room in the course of the interval and, after refusing to apologise, he was despatched house from South Africa. There was worse to come back.

An announcement was launched by the gamers “declaring their opposition” to Domenech’s resolution, and the entire squad refused to coach, sad at a “leak” from contained in the camp, and returned to the bus as a substitute of the coaching pitch.

Domenech stated: “The choice to exclude him was the correct one. I’m sorry for the youngsters for whom the French staff represents one thing. Anelka doesn’t have the correct to say such issues.”

France had been overwhelmed 2-1 by the hosts within the final recreation to complete backside of the group.

7. 1998 – Ronaldo and the ultimate thriller

Ronaldo explains what occurred earlier than the 1998 World Cup ultimate.

The build-up: Brazil had been in search of their fifth World Cup triumph once they confronted hosts France within the 1998 ultimate, one which started with the query ‘will he or will not he?’ hanging over it.

The second: On the age of simply 21, famous person Inter Milan striker Ronaldo was the world’s costliest participant and all hopes had been pinned on him to steer Brazil to victory at Stade de France.

Ronaldo had scored 4 targets within the match however there was amazement and confusion when his identify was left off the preliminary teamsheet for the ultimate.

However a revised line-up then noticed him again within the beginning XI, though he was clearly not at his greatest as he and his facet struggled badly and had been overwhelmed 3-Zero by France.

Ronaldo stated: “I had a convulsion, after lunch within the afternoon. I used to be unconscious for 3 or 4 minutes. I do not know why it occurred. No person is aware of. Was it strain or nerves? It could possibly be.”

Theories had been voiced that staff sponsors and the Brazilian FA had compelled an unwell Ronaldo to play within the ultimate, or that Ronaldo had a secret medical drawback.

6. 1994 – Maradona medicine bust

World Cup moments: Loopy Maradona

The build-up: Diego Maradona had led Argentina to World Cup glory in 1986 and to the ultimate in 1990. He got here into the 1994 match after serving a doping ban and had been given a suspended jail sentence for taking pictures at journalists with an air rifle. The dream comeback become a nightmare.

The second: Skipper Maradona began the match within the USA by thumping a left-footed end into the highest nook in opposition to Greece.

His deranged celebration with a wide-eyed scream into the digicam led to questions on his psychological well being.

Maradona performed the following recreation in opposition to Nigeria, however little did he know it will show to be the final of his 91 caps as he was despatched house from the match for failing a medication check for ephedrine and subsequently given a 15-month suspension.

Maradona stated: “They’ve retired me from soccer. I do not assume I need one other revenge. My soul is damaged.”

5. 1982 – Schumacher takes out Battiston

World Cup moments: Battiston knocked out

The build-up: West Germany’s semi-final win over France – that includes six targets, together with 4 in further time and a dramatic penalty shootout – is considered top-of-the-line World Cup matches of all time, but it surely was overshadowed by some of the brutal non-fouls in soccer historical past.

The second: With the rating at 1-1 within the second half, France defender Patrick Battiston was despatched on as an alternative and inside a couple of minutes was performed by way of on aim by Michel Platini.

Battiston obtained to the ball first and poked a shot narrowly huge, however was cleaned out by goalkeeper Harald Schumacher’s uncompromising physique verify.

The problem left the Frenchman needing oxygen, and ending up with three damaged ribs, two lacking enamel and extreme harm to his again.

Battiston stated: “All I do know is that Schumacher was somebody who needed to win in any respect prices and he went method excessive that night.”

Unbelievably, Dutch referee Charles Corver didn’t even award a foul and the Germans progressed to the ultimate, the place they had been overwhelmed by Italy in Madrid.

4. 1990 – Rijkaard spits at Voller

World Cup moments: Rijkaard spits at Voller

The build-up: The long-standing rivalry between West Germany and the Netherlands, who contested the 1974 World Cup ultimate, which the Germans gained, boiled over once they met within the second spherical at Italia 90.

Germany striker Rudi Voller and Netherlands defender Frank Rijkaard performed in opposition to one another in Serie A, however ex-Roma man Voller was the sufferer of not one, however two of the ugliest incidents within the historical past of the match.

The second: AC Milan participant Rijkaard was given a reserving for a late problem on Voller and, as the 2 moved again into their positions, the Dutchman spat at the back of Voller’s luscious mullet. The German, in his makes an attempt to point out the referee what had occurred, was given a reserving of his personal.

Only a minute later, the 2 clashed once more and Argentine official Juan Carlos Loustau determined he had had sufficient, sending each gamers off. As Voller stood together with his palms on his hips in disbelief, Rijkaard delivered one other gob filled with phlegm into the blond locks of his opponent.

Rijkaard stated: “That day I used to be incorrect. There was no insult. I at all times had a lot respect for Rudi Voller. However I went berserk once I noticed that pink card. I talked to him after the match and I apologised. I’m very completely satisfied that he accepted. I’ve no unhealthy feeling about him now.”

West Germany gained the match, defeated England within the semi-finals and went on to beat Argentina within the ultimate to say the trophy for the third time.

3. 2014 – Germany run riot in opposition to Brazil

World Cup moments: Germany destroy Brazil

The build-up: Brazil, the World Cup hosts and essentially the most profitable nation within the match’s historical past, dreamed of including a sixth title in entrance of their very own followers. It was presupposed to be an excellent few years for Brazilian sport, with the Olympics in Rio to comply with two years later.

The script was written. Neymar, one in every of world soccer’s nice skills, was the poster boy and was presupposed to information his staff to glory. Nevertheless, the Selecao made stuttering progress to the semi-finals, after which misplaced Neymar and captain Thiago Silva to damage.

To the disbelief of a nation, issues unravelled in spectacular vogue.

The second: Unbeaten in aggressive matches at house for 39 years, Brazil entered their semi-final in opposition to Germany with historical past on their facet.

However their air of invincibility was shattered as Germany scored 5 targets in 18 first-half minutes, their sensible attacking play combining with a shambolic defensive efficiency from the Brazilians to depart the Maracana – and tens of millions of viewers worldwide – scratching their heads in disbelief.

Germany added two extra within the second half to steer 7-0, earlier than Oscar scored some of the futile comfort targets in historical past because the match completed 7-1.

Joachim Low, supervisor of eventual champions Germany, stated their opponents “cracked up”, whereas Brazil boss Luiz Felipe Scolari lamented the “worst day” of his life.

It was a serious comedown for the person who guided Brazil to the title 12 years earlier.

2. 2014 – Suarez bites Chiellini

World Cup moments: Suarez bites Chiellini

The build-up: 4-time champions Italy had been going through the ignominy of failing to achieve the knockout phases of the competitors for a second straight World Cup, having completed backside of their group in 2010.

The Azzurri beat England of their opener, however a shock defeat by Costa Rica left them needing to gather three factors in opposition to Uruguay to progress to the final 16.

They confronted a Uruguay facet that had reached the semi-finals 4 years earlier, thanks in no small half to Luis Suarez’s goalline handball within the final minute of additional time of their quarter-final to disclaim Ghana a sure winner.

After the criticism they confronted throughout that match, Suarez and his Uruguay team-mates had been hungry for achievement.

The second: With 10 minutes remaining, Uruguay had been on the assault when striker Suarez and Italy defender Giorgio Chiellini clashed and tumbled over within the field. Chiellini pulled down his shirt to disclose chunk marks on his left shoulder, though Suarez held his mouth claiming he had been elbowed.

The referee took no motion and to make issues worse for the Italians, it was Suarez’s cross a minute later which led to Diego Godin’s headed aim. Italy went house, Uruguay went by way of.

Suarez stated: “It was simply the 2 of us inside the realm and he ran into me together with his shoulder.

“There are issues that occur on the pitch and you shouldn’t make such a giant deal out of them.”

Fifa didn’t agree and handed the Liverpool striker, who had two earlier suspensions for biting throughout his profession, a four-month ban from all football-related exercise – the longest in World Cup historical past.

And the maddest second of all of them… 1. 2006 – Zidane headbutts Materazzi

World Cup moments: Zidane’s headbutt

The build-up: Zinedine Zidane, then at Actual Madrid, had introduced his resolution to retire after the 2006 World Cup.

The France captain had impressed his nation to a different ultimate, eight years after scoring twice in opposition to Brazil to raise the trophy for the primary time, and his final match as knowledgeable was unforgettable.

The second: Zidane’s seventh-minute penalty, an informal chip down the center which went in off the crossbar, gave France an early benefit, however former Everton defender Marco Materazzi headed within the equaliser 12 minutes later.

The match was heading for penalties when the 2 goalscorers squared up, leaving Italy defender Materazzi in a heap on the bottom. Initially, the tv cameras missed the incident.

However replays confirmed the 2 gamers exchanging phrases, earlier than Zidane stepped ahead and butted Materazzi within the chest.

Referee Horacio Elizondo was knowledgeable of the incident by the fourth official and confirmed Zidane a pink card, ending his fantastic profession in shame.

BBC Sport pundit Alan Shearer stated: “It’s so unhappy for Zidane, for a terrific participant to complete his profession like that. Solely he’ll have the ability to inform you what was going by way of his thoughts at the moment.

“It did not appear to be Materazzi had carried out something – so for Zidane to go and do one thing as silly as that, in a recreation of this measurement in entrance of a whole bunch of tens of millions of individuals watching, is unimaginable.”

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World Cup: BBC Sport readers rank their prime 10 maddest moments.

Spitting, headbutting and biting are simply among the weird moments which have added to the drama of World Cups

From strikes and bites to medicine and thrashings, the World Cup often produces unforgettable moments.

We chosen 10 of the craziest incidents and requested you to rank them so as. Right here, we depend them all the way down to reveal which one you deemed the World Cup’s maddest second.

10. 2002 – Keane walks out on Eire

Roy Keane walks out of the Republic of Eire’s Saipan coaching camp in 2002

However issues got here to a head in a staff assembly when Keane launched an unprintable verbal tirade at supervisor Mick McCarthy.

Keane was banished and spent the summer time strolling his canine, whereas his team-mates reached the final 16, the place they had been overwhelmed on penalties by Spain.

9. 2002 – South Korea, Italy and the Ecuadorean referee

Korean ‘golden aim’ eliminates Italy

And deep in further time, Ahn Jung-hwan flicked within the golden aim to remove the Italians.

Ecuadorean referee Byron Moreno turned down Italy’s requires a penalty, disallowed a aim for offside and despatched Francesco Totti off for diving.

South Korea coach Guus Hiddink stated: “It is a infantile response. Sports activities means gamers are all enjoying in numerous nations. It is nearly too ridiculous to speak about.”

8. 2010 – France gamers go on strike

Captain Patrice Evra led a French revolt in 2010

France had been overwhelmed 2-1 by the hosts within the final recreation to complete backside of the group.

7. 1998 – Ronaldo and the ultimate thriller

Ronaldo explains what occurred earlier than the 1998 World Cup ultimate.

Ronaldo had scored 4 targets within the match however there was amazement and confusion when his identify was left off the preliminary teamsheet for the ultimate.

However a revised line-up then noticed him again within the beginning XI, though he was clearly not at his greatest as he and his facet struggled badly and had been overwhelmed 3-Zero by France.

Theories had been voiced that staff sponsors and the Brazilian FA had compelled an unwell Ronaldo to play within the ultimate, or that Ronaldo had a secret medical drawback.

6. 1994 – Maradona medicine bust

World Cup moments: Loopy Maradona

The second: Skipper Maradona began the match within the USA by thumping a left-footed end into the highest nook in opposition to Greece.

His deranged celebration with a wide-eyed scream into the digicam led to questions on his psychological well being.

Maradona stated: “They’ve retired me from soccer. I do not assume I need one other revenge. My soul is damaged.”

5. 1982 – Schumacher takes out Battiston

World Cup moments: Battiston knocked out

Battiston obtained to the ball first and poked a shot narrowly huge, however was cleaned out by goalkeeper Harald Schumacher’s uncompromising physique verify.

The problem left the Frenchman needing oxygen, and ending up with three damaged ribs, two lacking enamel and extreme harm to his again.

Battiston stated: “All I do know is that Schumacher was somebody who needed to win in any respect prices and he went method excessive that night.”

Unbelievably, Dutch referee Charles Corver didn’t even award a foul and the Germans progressed to the ultimate, the place they had been overwhelmed by Italy in Madrid.

4. 1990 – Rijkaard spits at Voller

World Cup moments: Rijkaard spits at Voller

West Germany gained the match, defeated England within the semi-finals and went on to beat Argentina within the ultimate to say the trophy for the third time.

3. 2014 – Germany run riot in opposition to Brazil

World Cup moments: Germany destroy Brazil

To the disbelief of a nation, issues unravelled in spectacular vogue.

The second: Unbeaten in aggressive matches at house for 39 years, Brazil entered their semi-final in opposition to Germany with historical past on their facet.

Germany added two extra within the second half to steer 7-0, earlier than Oscar scored some of the futile comfort targets in historical past because the match completed 7-1.

Joachim Low, supervisor of eventual champions Germany, stated their opponents “cracked up”, whereas Brazil boss Luiz Felipe Scolari lamented the “worst day” of his life.

It was a serious comedown for the person who guided Brazil to the title 12 years earlier.

2. 2014 – Suarez bites Chiellini

World Cup moments: Suarez bites Chiellini

The Azzurri beat England of their opener, however a shock defeat by Costa Rica left them needing to gather three factors in opposition to Uruguay to progress to the final 16.

After the criticism they confronted throughout that match, Suarez and his Uruguay team-mates had been hungry for achievement.

The referee took no motion and to make issues worse for the Italians, it was Suarez’s cross a minute later which led to Diego Godin’s headed aim. Italy went house, Uruguay went by way of.

Suarez stated: “It was simply the 2 of us inside the realm and he ran into me together with his shoulder.

“There are issues that occur on the pitch and you shouldn’t make such a giant deal out of them.”

And the maddest second of all of them… 1. 2006 – Zidane headbutts Materazzi

World Cup moments: Zidane’s headbutt

The build-up: Zinedine Zidane, then at Actual Madrid, had introduced his resolution to retire after the 2006 World Cup.

The match was heading for penalties when the 2 goalscorers squared up, leaving Italy defender Materazzi in a heap on the bottom. Initially, the tv cameras missed the incident.

However replays confirmed the 2 gamers exchanging phrases, earlier than Zidane stepped ahead and butted Materazzi within the chest.

Referee Horacio Elizondo was knowledgeable of the incident by the fourth official and confirmed Zidane a pink card, ending his fantastic profession in shame.

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