#the fact that it took him a few seconds to connect the dots is so fucking funny when you remember he’s supposed to be the best spy ever

[twixfamily]

i know this is supposed to be kinda sad but im sorry it is truly one of the funniest moments in the manga so far. like yeah she can read minds so she knew he was there and understands that he cares in his own special way but imagine saying this to any other child.

“sorry i didn’t pick you up.” “no problem… hey btw do you think parents who did pick their kids up love them more?” “yeah probably lol”

and then he wondered why she would ask him something like that… immediately after he apologized for not being there to take her home… category 10 cringefail twilight moment tbh

[star-girl-05]

Were Dating?

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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His signature blue jeep pulled into your driveway at exactly eight. Surprisingly the brunette was on time for once. As soon as he parks he’s jumping out of the jeep, giving you his dorky smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You just chuckle at his actions. 

You and Stiles have been friends for years though it was only lately that he's been acting somewhat differently. He’s been sweeter to you, more thoughtful, you contribute it to the fact the two of you have been spending more alone time together. Tonight the two of you are going to see a new horror movie that you’ve been dying to see. 

You and Stiles just buttered your popcorn when you bump into Scott and allison. Coincidentally they are going to see the same movie, so you decided to join each other. ‘A double date’ in Stiles' own words. The night went amazing, after the movie the four of you decided to get food. At the end of the night Stiles drives you back to your house. Even going as far as walking you to the door. Just as you're about to say goodnight he kisses you. You freeze when his lips meet yours, completely stunned by the boy's bold move. 

“Uh.. What was that?” You weren't against Stiles kissing you but you wanted to know why he's kissing you out of the blue. 

Stiles tilted his head a blush still coating his cheeks, “It’s a goodnight kiss, can’t I kiss my girlfriend” Now you're really confused. 

“I’m your girlfriend?” 

“Of course you're my girlfriend”, he chuckled thinking you were teasing him. It's only when you ask since when with a completely straight face does he realize you're being serious. “A week in a half, I asked you out two tuesdays ago.”

It took a few seconds to place the day.

It was an average day, Stiles was driving you home like he does everyday. Only this time when you pulled up to your house he stops you. “Hey before you go I wanted to ask you something” He was oddly nervous but you didn't think anything about it, giving him a nod of encouragement. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang-out, like just the two of us.” Why he’s so nervous to ask you to hang out you don’t know but you answer right away. 

“Of course, I don’t know why you were so nervous to ask. I could never say no to you.” A huge smile blooms on Stiles face, his dimples fully on show. 

“Thank goodness, I was so nervous that you would say no” you laugh at his reaction, why on earth would you ever say no. 

Now looking back on it’s so obvious that he was asking you on a date. In your defense he never used the word date or the word girlfriend. So it wasn’t totally your fault for not connecting the dots. 

“I didn’t realize you were asking me out” your voice is soft 

“Oh” an awkward silence covers the two of you as both stare at each other. He had no idea how to respond, this whole time he thought you were his girlfriend, but you thought the two of you were only friends. He had no idea how you thought the two of you were friends. He wasn't hiding his affection for you. The two of you would hold hands, and cuddle yet you thought you were friends. He felt like an idiot, he just kissed you when you saw him as just a friend. “Well then goodnight I guess sorry I kissed you let's just forget about it” he tried to laugh off his discomfort, this is not how he thought tonight was going to go. This morning he was dating his longtime crush and now he’s finding out it was all a lie. He just wanted to run away and die of embarrassment. 

Before he could leave you grab his arm pulling him back to you and placing a kiss on his lips. His mind short-circuited, he’s on a rollercoaster. One second he's dating you then you're rejecting him and now you're kissing him. 

“Stiles, do you want to be my Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge 

“That's how you ask someone out” you giggle out

“Well when someone takes you on dates and holds your hands that means your dating” the both of you laugh kissing each other once more.

[thisismeracing]

Die from a broken heart | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x wolff!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions of food, jealousy, and a secret relationship; angst with a happy ending. (3k words) ― Summary: After a fight with Mick, your secret boyfriend, you find yourself crying in your father’s arms, and it won’t take much for Toto to connect the dots. The thing is: what is going to happen when he finally does? (based on this request)

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“He’s just a friend!” Yn finally snaps, voice getting louder and thicker in frustration.

Mick, who’s at the other side of the room, arms crossed, and face twisted in a frown, scoffs at her words just like he’s been doing the past few minutes they have been fighting.

“Yeah, but at this point, so am I to everyone who knows us,” his remark makes her heart clench.

She loved him, she was sure of that even though they had been together for less than a couple of months. They had known each other for over a year. They were friends before becoming lovers. So his harsh words and his lack of demonstrating hurt hit her differently.

Fighting with someone who won’t match your screams can be slightly worse than fighting with someone who will. Mick had his voice even the whole time, lips pursed, eyes hard. His cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and his stance wide, but other than that, he did not cave, did not scream, or point a finger at her.

“And what do you want me to do Mick? You wanted me to make out with you in front of everyone so they could record and we could wake up being the news headlines tomorrow morning? You more than anyone know how the media can be pushy, how they can break beautiful things.”

“Guess sometimes you don’t need them to break it, those beautiful things will break themselves,” he retorted, walking past her and to the door.

“Where are you going?” Yn asked, tears gathering in her eyes.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter to you.”

And just like that, he gave his back to her.

Her sweet, loving, patient boyfriend turned around and stormed off the room as if he was done. As if their relationship was done for.

She loved being Toto’s daughter. Loved being a Wolff, and all the things that came with it, except how her dad’s fame would play out in her life. She wouldn’t mind the constant travel, something she really liked as a kid. She wouldn’t mind the constant questions about her dad and F1, and driver X and Y. She wouldn’t mind the cameras whenever she went to the paddock. Now, she hated how her name affected her relationship. Fair enough, she doesn’t know how she would meet Mick if she weren’t a Wolff. You can never guess destiny, maybe in another life she would have worked in F1 and they would’ve met. But the fact was, she hated how she had to keep their relationship a secret at least for a bit before telling her dad. He had a rule about not dating drivers, but who was she to resist ocean-blue eyes and a dazzling smile?

When Yn started dating Mick they agreed to keep it under wraps until a month or so.

But now it’s been six months, and though Mick had suggested they talk to Toto and Susie, Yn was a bit taken aback. She was postponing the confrontation.

She hated how he stormed off. Hated the feeling of being left behind. It felt like he didn’t want to put effort into fighting with her, as if he was done with the relationship.

Ordering from the app, Yn took a cab to her Dad’s house, and though she tried to keep herself together, the second he opened the door wearing his flannel pajamas, she couldn’t help but sob and hug him.

Toto frowned in confusion but held his daughter, closing the door behind them.

Susie, sitting on the couch, got up, “Oh, baby, what happened?” Her soft tone made Yn cry harder. She clutched her dad and Toto shared a look of worry with his wife.

“Am I gonna be alright?” she whispered against the soft material of Toto’s pajamas.

“You will, baby, you will.” He compromised even though he had no idea of what was happening. Yn was still his baby in his head, he would move the world if it meant making her happy. So he kissed the side of her head, and asked: “Now, you wanna tell me what happened or want me to tuck you in bed?” Yn was similar to Torger in a lot of things, one of them being how she needed to sit on her feelings before talking about them. He knew it, but he always gave her the space to choose, either talk about it as soon as it happened if by any means she wanted a change, or simply wait for her to come around.

“Bed,” she mumbled.

She got a kiss on her forehead from Susie and shared a small teary smile with the oldest Wolff, before following her dad to her childhood bedroom. The decorations still intact, everything the way she left it.

She took off her shoes and coat, and lay in bed, letting Toto drap the comforter over her body and adjust the heather.

“Dad,” she calls with the smallest voice, yet he catches it. It’s like when you become a parent you get some superpowers, you get to hear better so whenever your kid cries from a different room, baby monitor or not, you’re able to pick it. Another thing is that you become good at telling whenever they’re lying or hiding something, that’s why when Yn apologizes and tells him it’s about her secret boyfriend, he’s not mad. A bit hurt that she waited to tell him, but not mad.

“Did he do something?”

Yn shakes her head, “It’s just regular couple stuff, I guess.”

“You came here crying, that shouldn’t be regular couple stuff, Hase.”

This time she nods her head, “It’s our first major fight…I didn’t know what to do, or where to go.”

“I’m glad you came home,” he stated simply, kissing her forehead. “Now get some rest, we’ll be here for breakfast in the morning, ja?”

She agrees, turning on her side and closing her eyes just as Toto turns off the lights and closes the door. Her childhood bedroom used to be the safest and comfiest place and whenever she got there it wouldn’t take more than ten minutes for her to fall asleep, yet it still took her a couple of hours, crying hours, before she finally drifted to sleep.

In the morning, Yn woke up to the fresh smell of breakfast and a weird car noise so close that she opened her eyes to discover Jack setting up a whole Grand Prix on her bedroom floor while waiting for her to wake up. The image of her youngest brother pushing cars around made her smile.

“So, is this der Großer Preis von Österreich?” she asked, and Jack gasped, faking a scare with her waking state, but was quick to jump into her bed, hugging his sister.

“It’s my version of the Austrian Grand Prix, in this one we win!”

“What makes you think that we won’t win in real life?” she arches her brow, knowing all too well how smart her baby brother is.

“We don’t have the best car in the grid, but we do have the best drivers, so…maybe we can root really hard and get it?”

“That’s how I like to see it!” They share a high five.

“We also have the best team principal, you know?”

“Yeah!!”

She chuckles.

“Now, let’s get some food in, shall we?”

Jack eagerly nods, running to the door, but stopping in his tracks just when he reaches the door handle, “Maybe you should…” he points to his face. “You look kinda funny…like a panda.”

“Oh-!” Yn smacks her face after looking at her white pillow case now dotted with dried mascara. “Thank you, Jackie. I’m on it.”

“I’ll wait for you,” he states, turning to his toys and sitting on her carpet again.

She smiles. Though there was a big age gap between them, they had always been close, and Yn missed her little brother every second they spent apart.

She washed her face, changed into more comfy clothes, and gave Jack a piggyback ride to the kitchen where Susie and Toto were just finishing setting up the table.

“Morning!!” Jack greeted loudly making Yn wince with how close he was to her ear. Toto chuckled, taking him in his arms and kissing his smooth cheeks.

“How’d you sleep, honey?” Susie asked Yn after she got a kiss from her dad and he left carrying Jack and a big jar of OJ.

“Ok, I guess…Do you happen to know how to take mascara stains from a pillowcase?” Yn asked, eyes cast down, voice laced with a bit of embarrassment that was quickly pushed aside by the older who hugged her close.

Deep down what she really wanted to ask was: can someone die from a broken heart? What does one do when they have no idea what’s going on? Can you go blind from crying so hard? Was she exaggerating? Did Mick have a shitty night as well? Were they going to be alright?

“I’ll get it sorted for you, how do we feel about some Apfelradln like the old times? They used to cure your pouty lips when you were a kid.”

“They would sure sweeten a bit of my mood,” Yn confesses with a small grin, and they walk with linked arms to the breakfast table.

It’s loud and boisterous, full of smiles and giggles. It feels good to be home, even though there’s a nagging deep down in her heart, a longing. Breakfasts with Mick used to be a mix of things, sometimes full of laughs, other times just the crunching noises and smacks of kisses against any available piece of skin from the other.

Susie pulled her from her thoughts, dropping some of her favorite Austrian breakfast on her plate, and Yn smiled, digging into the sweet food.

When Toto and Susie left to get some things sorted for the Race that Weekend Yn stayed with Jack to get distracted. She knew she would most likely run into Mick had she decided to join her parents, and the hurt was still too raw to put a finger on it now. Maybe she would call him later, and see if he would answer. For now, she got busy with Disney movies playing in the background while she and her little brother put some Lego figures together which proved to be a terrific distraction.

—

“Did you get into the sim earlier than scheduled?” Toto asked when Mick entered the garage, big bags under his eyes and no sign of his trademark sweet smile.

The Schumacher shook his head, “Nah, just couldn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did something happen?”

“Love happened,” he mumbles, walking to one of the rooms to drop his things there, not before grumbling on the way about how hard relationships were.

Susie who was beside Toto shared a knowing look. The arched brows and darting eyes silently get to the same conclusion.

“Do you really think…?” Toto finally voices and his wife shrugs, biting her lips.

“Maybe. They’re good friends…maybe they’ve been more and we failed to see it.”

Toto sighs, moving the headphones that are on the desk.

“Please, don’t smash it,” she jokes, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“She’s our baby.”

“She’s twenty-three, Liebe.”

“Ja, but still…”

“If you asked me to choose someone in the Paddock, it would be Mick. You’ve been working with him for a while now, we both know he’s a good guy.”

“That’s the problem!” He points and Susie arches her brows in confusion, “I’m supposed to hate my baby’s boyfriend, or give him a hard time, but I actually like that blond Ken doll, ugh.”

Susie burst into laughter, and Toto can’t help but let the smallest grin grace his features.

“She’s everything,”

“He’s not just Ken, and you know it, Torger.”

“Well, to me he’s just Ken. She’s my everything, and he’s just Ken.”

They share a look, before Mick walks back and sits on one of the computers across from them, fingers quickly typing on the keyboards.

“You sure you’re ok, kid?” Toto asks and Mick nods.

“What do you think of dinner at ours tonight, Mick?”

The German seems surprised with the invitation but is quick to recover. He scratches his neck and then nods, “I would like that, thank you.”

Susie kisses Toto’s cheek and gives Mick’s shoulder a small squeeze before leaving to do her thing.

Later that day, when the doorbell rang and Toto called for Yn and Jack, motioning for his daughter to open the door, she wasn’t expecting to face her boyfriend with two simple yet pretty bouquets in hand and a wine bottle in the other.

“I-...I thought you may be with your best friend,” his voice is like a whisper, almost as if he was talking to himself, but Yn caught it. She was used to his traits.

“Nope, I came straight to my parents.”

And just when he opened his mouth to say something, Jack came barreling into his legs, “Mick!!!”

“Heya, Jackie! How’s it going, buddy?”

“I’m good! I missed you. It’s been forever since we played games!”

“I know, I’ve been a bit busy, sorry,” the blonde made a face and messed Jackie’s hair, before looking up again only to find Susie at the door as well.

“You’re just in time, Mick.”

“Did you invite him?” Yn asked, confused.

“We sure did.”

“These are for you, and for you,” he gives the flowers to Susie and then to Yn who takes a step back when her body involuntarily leans towards him for a hug.

“Thank you, Schumi,” Susie kissed his cheek and opened the door wider for the German to get in.

He greeted Toto in the kitchen and helped finish setting the table. On the way home Toto and Susie discussed if the invitation was truly a good idea, if Yn would be mad, or if there would be any tension in the room, but as it happens, things were good. Mick was used to the Wolffs, he felt comfortable around them, and there wasn’t space for awkward silence, not with Jack around, or when Austrian dishes were involved because Toto would proudly explain the detail and story behind everything as if the name wouldn’t do it justice.

“I’m sorry I stormed off,” Mick hesitated for a second. They were doing the dishes while Susie and Toto got Jack ready to bed, and finished some of the chores around the house. And though Mick had a feeling about the whole arrangement, Yn was sure that her parents had set it up. She knew them all too well. “I know how much you hate when people walk off while you’re talking, and I know how you hate to sleep angry. I’m sorry if it seemed as if I was pressuring you into telling your parents about us, I think I’m just…I love you and I wanted to share this with everyone, but I forgot to consider your saying in this.”

She shook her head, trying to keep her tears at bay. It was the first time he said he loved her. Upon seeing the tears finally streaming down her cheeks, Mick dried his hands on the towel and stopped them just before they reached her lips. She smiled this time, and more tears gathered on his fingers. Mick dipped his head and kissed them away.

“I love you too. I’m sorry I didn’t consider your side as well,” she admitted, threading her fingers on the nape of his neck and enjoying the feeling of his soft strands against her skin.

He smiled, but it didn’t last long because their lips found one another in a kiss that tasted like salty happy tears and forgiveness. She missed his warmth and he missed her softness.

“We should tell my parents now, you know. Since we’re already here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, they invited you to dinner after I got home crying, they probably pierced everything together.”

Mick chuckled and pecked her lips again before turning back to the dishes. Once they were done and walked to the living room with dessert plates in their hands, Toto shared a knowing look with his daughter. Yn sat beside Mick on the smallest couch, and they both looked like two teenagers about to confess they passed the curfew and skipped class both in the same week.

Susie smiled.

“I…we have something to tell you guys,” Yn stated, shaking her legs up and down on the sofa, and she would probably go round and round before getting to the point, so her boyfriend ripped the bandage.

“We’re dating.”

“We were going to tell you guys, we just…were waiting for the right time and…”

“It’s ok, love,” Susie reassured.

“It is?” Yn asked.

“Yeah, but I won’t forget you got home crying last night,” Toto huffed, crossing his arms and looking at Mick whose eyes grew two sizes bigger.

“That whole thing was exactly about telling you guys,” Yn started, telling them how everything started and how she was afraid of their reactions. Her parents listened attentively, Toto would eye Mick every once in a while, to which Susie would grip his thigh even though she knew he was just messing with the German.

“Alright, it’s fine by me, but we still have to talk, young Schumi.”

“Of course, Toto.”

“It’s Sir from now on,” he stated and Mick opened his mouth looking for the right words, but settling only for a quick nod and a “Yes, Sir” which caused Susie and Yn to laugh, knowing the oldest Wolff long enough to catch when he was messing with someone.

“It’s a joke, kid. Welcome to the family,” he got up, and shared a quick hug with the youngest, but not before adding, “But I hope to God she doesn’t come home crying again, or else…”

“It won’t happen again.”

“What are you whispering to each other?” Yn intervened.

“Nothing,” Mick was quick to answer.

“I’m just telling him how happy I am to have him in the family now, right?”

They would eventually talk more, but for now, both were satisfied where things stood. Mick was happy to have the Wolffs' blessing somehow and to share with his own family about his relationship, and Toto was relieved his daughter wasn’t dating a driver from a different team.

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[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣. 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲﹒

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wasnt sure if you wanted smut so if you do just send another req and ill gladly make a pt 2, tysm for the request!

John Murphy - Dropship

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ Murphy was always protective of you, so when he thought Jasper sparked an interest in you- he was quick to shut it down. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: sfw, kissing

Being an engineer meant I had to be around Monty and Jasper whether I liked it or not- and I did like it, they were my first two friends on the ground. Other than Murphy.

Murphy and I had been friends on the Ark before we got incriminated, he was my best friend. We always did everything together. Stealing, pranking, once even blasting music through the intercoms. I always smiled at the memories, they were the only good ones I made on the Ark.

I'd like to think Murphy was still my friend, but most of his old self had been glossed over with the new ego of being Bellamy's 'second in command' as they called it. I think Bellamy knows more than half of these people trust Murphy, or well they did. Bellamy could've been easily taken over without the title, now that people were more afraid of Murphy given his recent history.

What happened to 'whatever the hell we want'?

With Murphy playing leader, I was left with Monty and Jasper. I enjoyed their company greatly- as weird as they were. Out of the two, Jasper and I had been the closest, though, I knew nobody could take the 'best friend' title away from Monty. Not that I was shooting for it, anyway. I had my own things to worry about, things most people in this camp couldn't care less about; Murphy.

I was sitting by the campfire next to Jasper and Monty, it was a cold day, the sun was resting behind grey clouds and only peeking through every now and then. Jasper must've noticed how my nose turned color because he unraveled himself from the jacket that was previously hiding his lanky body and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I smiled at his gesture, not knowing a certain someone was looking, "Thanks, Jasp."

Jasper gave me a warm smile in return, "You need it more than me," While the gesture was sweet, he in fact needed it more. The fire didn't look like it was helping anybody.

"Have you guys seen Murphy?" I muttered. I had been meaning to talk with him and catch up on how he's been. I missed our small talks. With him playing leader he's been too 'busy'.

Monty's eyes began trailing something behind me, "Walking into the dropship, why?"

It took me a few seconds to get what he said, the coldness from before melting away as I hurriedly handed Jasper his jacket back and left- leaving them questioning.

My demeanor appeared nervous, I wasn't sure how he viewed me anymore with his new act. We hadn't sat down and talked since we landed, I was sure he had already forgotten about me. But you don't know until you try, right?

Moving past the red tarp we used as a door I saw no sight of Murphy, I was about to give up when I heard a loud slam from the level above. It had to of been Murphy.

I swiftly made my way up the ladder and pushed open the hatch with a loud grunt.

"Murphy?" I asked as I stood up and dusted my hands off.

"Look who it is." A voice came from behind me, his tone was full of annoyance. I wasn't sure if the annoyance was towards me.

"This was a bad idea." I said, heading towards the hatch.

Murphy sighed and threw his head back, "Bored of flirting with Jasper?"

His sentence made me stop in my tracks, no way he thought that, right? He couldn't possibly think me and Jasper were more than friends, no offense Jasper. I felt anger bubbling in my chest as my face conformed to one of confusion as I tried to think of how he could've possibly came to that conclusion.

He took my silence as a sign to explain, "Where's his jacket?" The dots seemed to finally connect, he was jealous of Jasper.

Murphy was jealous of Jasper?!

No offense Jasper.

A wave of relief hit my body as I let out an exaggerated exhale, which only seemed to annoy Murphy further. I was relieved that's the only thing he was frustrated with, I'd never expected to see Murphy jealous over somebody interacting with me. I knew he was protective but I didn't think he was that protective.

"Me and Jasper are just friends, Murph," I said, my shivering hands going unnoticed by me.

"Friends don't sit that close, I see you guys talking like all the time," Murphy expressed, his brows furrowing as his voice grew more stern. He started walking closer to me and I took a few steps back, my back hitting the cold metal wall which sent shivers down my body.

"What're you doing?" I ask, my voice wavering.

"What I should've done a long time ago," Murphy's hands reached for my cheeks, the warmth of his palms engulfing them as his lips met mine.

I was shocked but I wasn't planning on moving away, I swore Murphy could've heard how fast my heart was beating. After a few seconds, my eyes fluttered shut and I leaned into the kiss, bringing my arms up around his neck only pushing him in more.

His body was flat against mine, the closeness brought a nice warmth to my body. His lips felt rough against mine and his nose fit cozy next to my nose.

I didn't have any thoughts, my mind went blank, and the only thing I was thinking about was how good Murphy tasted. My hands ran through his hair and his fingers ran across my jawline. Murphy was the first to pull away, leaving me feeling a sense of loss and emptiness- already missing the way his lips felt.

Murphy smirked almost like he sensed how I felt, he leaned into my neck and began sucking, leaving traces of him all over my neck. I gasped out at the feeling, but I didn't complain, I wanted people to know I was Murphy's.

After a while, Murphy finally felt satisfied with the amount of markings he made, not that I could see.

"Now everyone will know who you belong to," He gave me his classic shit-eating grin, clearly feeling full of himself as he admired the hickeys he left.

"Shut up," I said with a smile.

"Make me," He said, shrugging off his jacket and placing it into my hands, "Next time, just ask."

His fingers trailed along my jawline again, stopping at my chin and swiftly pulling me into another quick kiss, causing me to form a blush on my cheeks.

I was his.

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⚣ BatBro with his BatBros 🦇

⚣ 🦇 A/N → Ah, my first full installment of BatBro headcanons. Where does the time go? Anyway, as we progress throughout these headcanons, you can imagine the characters slowly getting older too. By, the time we get to the end, the reader is at least 18 years old making Damian anywhere between 18-19 years old, since he's a few months older.

⚣ 🦇 Summary → Going from the life of an only child, to having 4+ siblings, can't be easy. Especially when most of those siblings brothers, and those brothers come from a family a crime-stopping vigilantes. What was your mother thinking in leaving you with your dad?

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I find it funny that no one has ever thought to take advantage of the fact that Bruce Wayne has created a habit of popping up with a new kid like every couple of years. They could try to offer up their kids to him in hopes of cashing in on the Wayne family's wealth.

And he actively turns away all of them, even if he is tempted a couple of times. At least until he gets to you. Everything was normal until your mom decided one day she was done being a parent and just dropped you off at the front gate and left when you were 9 years old. This is also around the same time Damian ended up in Bruce's care, so you both were now dealing with the fact that you've suddenly got a father you never knew, as well as a brother. Well, brothers, since Bruce did somewhat actually have children before he had you guys. 

She left a note along with your other belongings that said “Trust me. He yours,” with nothing else. Bruce could only stare down at you with that usual grim, but pondering look he had while you just stared back at him. 

“I’d thought you be taller,” was your first sentence towards your dad. One that was vaguely familiar to the billionaire as he rolled his eyes and led you inside the manor.

Obviously, Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed everything to be true. You were indeed his son, snarky remarks and all. You and Damian must share that quality.

Speaking of, since you and Damian were blood-related, you have a more special bond with each other. Even if he bullies the shit out of you.

Hiding your toys and games all around the manor, stabbing your favorite teddy bears and various stuffed items with his knives and daggers, and I'm just going to throw in that you have a love-hate relationship with Scooby-Doo now.

You love the cartoon, but Damian took advantage of the fact that you may not do well with scary stuff and would make his own costume versions of the villains from the show and chased you around the house with them. They were horrifying and disturbing enough to even unsettle Bruce a little, so you could imagine the early childhood trauma you endured.

People think your fear of clowns stems from the Joker. No, it's from Damian.

It’s always from Damian.

Plus, since you and Damian are around the same age, you both end up in the same grade at the same school. So he always keeps a look out for you and protects you from any bullies, while you teach him how to be more sociable and friendly towards others.

Now, if Damian's closest relationship with another brother outside of you is Dick (who you along with everyone else agree that he is basically Damian's second father), I imagine you have a close relationship with both Jason and Tim for various reasons.

You and Tim connect because you both have very intellectual and detail-oriented minds. You watch Scooby-Doo, so you obviously have an interest in mysteries as well as the Red Robin personality. Whenever he is having a hard time connecting dots to a case or a puzzle, you simply come in, take one look and somehow figure it out. Sometimes, you’ll even just make a random statement that ends up being the key to what Tim is looking for.

Tim and you both have an interest in video games, you a little bit more than him. It was because of you that he even really got into them. Before, when it was just you and your mom, you didn’t have anyone to really play with, besides whatever friends you could find online. So having someone you could play with, especially in person now made you and Tim’s bond that more special.

Also, you’ve made it your responsibility to make sure the guy gets adequate rest and sleep and doesn’t drown himself in caffeine.

“Timothy Drake! It is way past your bedtime. Off the Bat-Computer and upstairs into bed young man.” You yelled, marching downstairs with an amused Alfred towing behind.

Your father and siblings all watched from the sidelines as well, all amused at the sight of your young, tiny body, yelling at a slightly older and taller teenager as if you were his father.

“Um, I’m older than you,” Tim responded while holding on to what had to be his 5th coffee of the evening.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Master Tim, with all due respect, I’d do what the young lad says. He’s already started unplugging and cutting the cords to every coffee and espresso machine in the manor.” Alfred said from behind.

Tim looked at you in horror while you stared at him the look on your face very much communicating a ‘try me if you want to’ message, and that’s when he noticed the pair of scissors in your hands.

“OKAY! I’M GOING! I’M GOING!” Tim shouted, sprinting out of his seat and up to his room. Your brothers were quietly laughing until you turned your head right to them.

“And, what are you three laughing at?! Get to bed right now.”

Now, it was their turn to question you. Cause Dick and Jason were full adults and even though Damian was only a few months older than you, well that was it. He was older than you so he bossed you around, not the other way,

“Woah, there little man. Jason and I, we’re grown. We don’t have bedtimes.” Dick said.

“Yeah, squirt.” Jason voiced right behind Dick with his arms crossed.

“Watch yourself, little brother,” Damian warned.

You raised a subtle eyebrow at them while your father and Alfred both looked at you with curiosity.

Alfred, however, had a little more amusement to his look since he already knew where this was headed.

“Dick, I will never have another brother movie night with you again, and I’ll start going to Jason for brotherly advice instead of you. Also, I’ll tell Kory you were being mean to me.” You threatened your oldest brother.

Dick was both hurt and fearful because how could you even threaten him with something that awful and quite frankly, plain rude and ridiculous. He gave way better advice than Jason! Also, he knew Kory absolutely adored you ever since Bruce brought you to the tower that one time and would not hesitate to put him on punishment as well if she even thought he was being mean to you.

Jason was holding a smug look at your threat toward Dick, that is until your eyes landed on him. “Jason, I know where you keep all of your limited edition books, especially your prized signed copy of Pride & Prejudice. We certainly don’t want that getting in the wrong hands, now do we,” You said, turning to your second oldest sibling. Jason was surprised, and slightly impressed, though also terrified. How could you know?!

You turned to your blood-related brother, who held a bit of an overconfident look as there wasn’t anything you could have over him that would have him actually following your orders. “And Damian, I’m sure you don’t want dear old Dad to know what happened at school last week, now do you?” You said, playing slightly with your fingernails while ‘innocently’ rocking back on your feet as if you weren’t blackmailing your siblings. For noble reasons, of course. They need their sleep!

Your brother was both shocked and angry at your statement. How did you even know about that? The look on his face, well, let’s just say it wasn’t friendly, not in the slightest.

But, to no one’s surprise except your dad, all your siblings silently trudged upstairs without another word.

Bruce looked at you and Alfred with a raised eyebrow as you turned back to face your brooding father, only now you could see his brooding look had a hint of questionable curiosity and amazement. 

“You too, daddio. It’s bedtime, yo.” You rhymed. Apparently, not only was everyone’s sleep tracker, but you had a bit of flow with it too. Someone should get you a record deal. 

You gave your dad a slight hug, your head barely reaching above his waist. You still had growing to do! You’d get there eventually.

Walking back toward the entrance, you also made sure to stop and give the butler a fist bump since he was your secret partner-in-crime. How else would you know where to hit to get your brothers to fall in line? with a slight hug to his side before heading back towards the entrance. 

“Thanks, Alfred,” You said!

“Anytime, Master Y/N.”

Bruce eyed you both suspiciously before he realized what was going on as he watched your small body bounce up the stairs.

“Really? You’re in cahoots with my son, Alfred?”

“Why, Master Bruce, I’m offended. I’d say it was more of a beneficial partnership. Cahoots is for the reckless.” Alfred responded jokingly.

The age-old ending to every mystery novel plays out again, the butler did it.

Though, Bruce was still impressed by how easily your brothers listened to you without a second thought. It takes him a few tries just to get a sentence through their head, and that’s if they were actually listening to him that time.

“Wow, he got Jason to listen to him? I still can’t get Jason to greet me without looking him looking like he wants to punch my lights out.” Bruce commented.

“He has your commanding tone, sir,” Alfred said before backing up the manor himself, “I wouldn’t let Master Y/N catch you back down here, though. I heard he’s got some especially dirty leverage on you.”

Bruce suddenly decided to look at the clock, “Guess it is a little late,” He muttered before rushing upstairs himself.

Speaking of Jason, your relationship with the second adopted Wayne kid had more of a special touch. The Red Hood persona was the brother you really looked up to. You liked and respected how he branched out and followed his own path. Of course, Dick technically did the same, but considering everything Jason went through, he had to be one determined fucker to return to the very life that killed him. And, even though you don't necessarily agree with his 'strategies', you were always standing in his corner.

Though, Jason didn’t take well to you at first. In fact, because Damian left such a bad taste in his mouth after they met; when you two were introduced, he literally ran upstairs and screamed at Bruce about how he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for all those lectures he gave him and Dick about using protection. Richard silently agreed, also remembering his first meeting with Damian. 

Determined to not live with a Damian 2.0, and also thinking he was saving you from a life full of trauma because, in his mind, no one deserved to be raised by someone like Bruce Wayne, Jason attempted to take you down to child protective services. 

Your father was very unhappy when he got a call from CPS later that day and he could clearly hear you sobbing on the other side of the phone just as Jason walked through the front door. He was not the least bit ashamed, at least until you came home and he saw how upset you were.

He apologized and decided to give you a chance, thinking since the whole ordeal actually had you crying, you had to somewhat have a soul, unlike Damian. After some time, you got really close with each other. 

Jason taught you how to fight and defend yourself. He’d read you stories at night from some of your favorite books as well as your own, and he’d always get Damian to back off if he decided to pull another one of his scare antics on you. 

Your second eldest brother was your get-out-of-jail card too, whenever Bruce punished you for something. Though, sometimes, it may have just been better to take the punishment than let Jason pull you into whatever shenanigans he was planning. Considering the fact you and he managed to put an entire city without power for two nights somehow.

"How did you two manage to short-circuit the entire electrical grid in New York?" Bruce asked with you two standing side by side, looking like you just finished sleeping on top of a giant summer barbeque grill.

You both looked at each other before turning back to your stern-looking father, Damian mirroring his expression with his arms crossed and tapping his feet.

"Would you believe us if we said it started over a debate of how to eat fries with ketchup?"

Bruce slapped his forehead to his palm while Damian called you idiots. Tim got that curious look on his face, and Dick couldn't stop laughing for 15 minutes.

Now, your eldest brother, he was definitely someone you could count on no matter what. Being the oldest and having the most Bruce experience out of everyone, he always helped you deal with your Brucie problems or ‘daddy issues’ as you'd like to say.

Truth be told, every kid in this family had daddy issues.

As mentioned before, Dick was your movie-watching buddy, he helped you with your homework and always assisted with any life issues you had going on. No matter how many times you may have threatened the Nightwing persona with such, you always went to him for advice, and there was never really a moment you could think of where you regretted it.

He also helped you learn how to be more agile and light on your feet with your fighting. While your second eldest brother taught you how to use brute force and strength in situations, he gave you the acrobatic style of lessons. Where Bruce and Jason were direct and serious, Dick taught and showed you how to be more of the opposite.

And, whenever Jason wasn't around to get Damian off your back, you'd go to him since he was basically his second dad.

You and Dick together were like two chatty Cathys on drugs. One moment, you could be talking about the movie you were watching, then you’d get into a debate over onion rings vs french fries, somehow landing in politics, somehow ending up in a political debate only to end with the "Are we even real" conversation. And for whatever reason, you swore you could hear Tim itching in his seat whenever that conversation came up.

That boy goes down a lot of YouTube rabbit holes at 2 AM when he’s bored on patrol or not doing anything.

Now, one brother on their own was one thing. Two? Someone was calling the police. Three and you may have to check if your life insurance policy is still good. All four? Pray.

Since you now were officially the youngest, a title Damian was actually happy to pass on despite his warnings to Bruce, that meant you got the most of the teasing, even if it mostly came from your blood-related sibling. But his version of teasing tended to leave you with trips to your therapist so you could do without them.

However, one rule all your siblings and family stuck by, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not even in the Justice League or Titans/Young Justice teams, could mess or pick with you except them.

Everyone in the family was very protective over you. You were surprised to see even Alfred was on that list, though you learned quickly the butler was not one to be fucked with. 

You distinctly remember that one time the Batcave got invaded and Batman made you hide in one of the saferooms, you saw on one of the video monitor screens Alfred whacking the shit outta them with just a rifle.

For that reason, among others, you took a mental note to be careful with how you complimented his cooking in the future.

But seriously, if anyone messed with you, and your family found out, Hell itself would be scared of what would break loose from your home.

A bully from school started picking on you and calling you names and you didn't tell your brothers about it, wanting to handle it on your own. Besides, you could defend yourself. They taught you well.

Until the fateful day you came out as gay, bi, pan, etc., and he called you names that your father wouldn't even repeat, and that man had the title of a playboy.

Well, word spread around the school and got back to Damian, who went back and told your other brothers.

By the next day, Dick had shredded every thread of that boy's confidence. Tim hacked the school files, got his address, and framed him for changing grades in the school. Jason used said address Tim got to pay a trip to the kid's place and shot bullet holes in all his clothes when no one was home. And well, let's just say Damian almost went to jail.

Of course, Bruce was pissed when he found out and had to intervene, but when Damian admitted the reason he nearly got arrested, your father upped his allowance.

Only God could imagine the terror that would unfold the day you started dating.

Oh, and they all call you babybird which you despise.

Don't even get me started on your sisters.

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Sixth Sense // Mickey Garcia

Summary: A freak accident occurs at the Hard Deck and Fanboy is faced with the challenge of being left to care for you, his not so official girlfriend.

Warnings: Mickey Garcia x F!reader. Hurt/Comfort. Gas explosion resulting in hearing and vision loss.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author Note: Day Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Sensory Deprivation. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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“Holy shit, what the hell was that?” It all happened so fast, so fast in fact that the explosion that ricocheted through the Hard Deck didn’t register a sound until a few seconds after the fact. 

Patrons laid strewn across the bar, ducking for cover under tables and bars. Glass from the windows had sliced unsuspecting patrons as it blew apart from the force of the blast. Food and beverages littered the floor, thrown in the panic of the moment as all inside ducked. 

“Everybody okay?” Jake Seresin stayed shielding Natasha Trace with his entire body. “Is anyone hurt?” His arms pinned her down against the hardwood floor at either side of her head. Seconds ago—they’d been arguing over a long standing disagreement over who could tie more Cherry stems with just their tongue in three minutes. Now, Phoenix had never been this close to a man she could hardly stand. 

“Yeah—we’re good!” Rooster replied as he looked around, he’d been knocked on his ass by the bast. Coyote was right beside him, as was Payback. The three of them had been indulging in a game of darts to see who could knock Hangman down a peg or two on the leaderboard. “Bob? Fanboy? You guys okay?” 

“I think we’re alright?” Bob groaned as he pushed himself up off the ground—peanuts were crushed all over the ground around him. Mickey sat back on his knees scanning the Hard Deck. He couldn’t see you. There was a small cut on the side of Mickey's face but other than an artificial flesh wound, he was relatively unscathed from the unsuspecting blast that had pummeled through the Hard Deck. 

“Anyone seen Y/n?” Fanboys eyes continued to scour the entire expanse of the Hard Deck as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. “Yo, guys—anyone see Miss Barkeep?” 

“She was heading out back to help the gas guy change out the—“ Bob didn’t even need to finish his sentence before he’d connected the dots. “Oh god, Y/n.”

A gas explosion. 

Mickey took a few seconds to register where his best friend's mind had gone, but then he realised. In those few seconds where Fanboy couldn’t breathe he knew he couldn’t live without you before he had a chance to really have you. 

Sure, the two of you were friendly. Probably more than most friends would be. Sure, you sometimes spent the night in Mickey's bed after he’d stay back and help you shut the Hard Deck up. Sure, he spent lazy Sunday mornings with you in the kitchen making breakfast and drinking coffee more often than not. And sure, the two of you enjoyed each other’s company, blatantly flirted beyond belief and made sure to always text each other when you got home, finished work, and stole secret kisses here and there when it was just the two of you. But. You weren’t official. 

And that may have been Mickey Garcia's biggest mistake. 

“Y/n!?” There you were. “Oh my god!” Lying unconscious on the ground a few meters away from where the gas bottles were kept behind the Hard Deck. Penny kept a tight ship—they were locked behind a wire cage that made sure patrons couldn’t fuck around. Something must have gone wrong during the change over, because the gas man wasn’t too far away from you. 

“Hey—hey!?” Mickey was by your side in an instant, the second his eyes caught your body lying there—thrown away and discarded like you weren’t the most important person to him, he was by your side. “Amor? Can you hear me?” 

Rooster had already called for paramedics to attend the scene while Hangman and Phoenix had begun to do whatever they could with their advanced first aid training—using the Hard Decks first aid kit to fix small cuts and abrasions on patrons from lying shards of glass. 

“Y/n?” You had a pulse, Mickey knew that much. But you weren’t waking up. “Please—come on Amor, you gotta wake up for me.” 

“This guys dead—“ Payback calls out. Mickey's mind fills with worst case scenarios the longer you were down for. “He’s got no pulse and the back of his head’s cracked.” He’s an ex paramedic, he knows. “I'm gonna start chest compressions, see if I can bring him back, how’s the kid?” 

You weren’t just shy of Fanboys age, he was the youngest in the group after all. Top of his class, intellectually gifted enough to graduate highschool three years earlier than most ever would. But to Paybacks forty one? You were still a child, in his mind anyway. 

“She’s breathing.” Is all he says before your stirrings. “Hold on! I think she’s waking up!” There’s nothing but a ringing in your ear. A sharp high pitched buzzing that’s incessant and ear piercing. You groan at the sound as you try to blink away the clouded vision that’s plaguing your eyes. But nothing can get rid of the thick fog like blur. “Y/n—it’s me, you’re okay, I’ve got you—“  But you can’t make out who it is. You can’t hear anything but that annoying ringing that won’t go away. Your head hurts, holy shit what the hell happened? 

“I—“ You stutter out. “I can’t see.” It sends Mickey's heart racing inside his chest, even more so than it already was. “I—I can’t see—“ You can't even hear yourself talking so you just assume you’re talking far too quiet. But in reality you're screaming, screaming so loud you’re straining your neck. “I CAN'T HEAR!” 

“Hey—I’ve got you.” Mickey doesn’t know what else to do besides try and calm you while medics make their way around the Hard Deck. “I love you, yeah?” Payback hears Mickey say it before you ever do and his heart breaks. You don’t deserve this. Neither does Fanboy. “You’re gonna be alright Amor, I’m right here.” 

But all you do is cry. You can’t hear a single thing being spoken or see a single thing in front of you. All there is before you are shadows of light and darkness. Mickey's hands squeeze yours and you feel it. His signet ring—the one his Abuela brought him many moons ago. But you know in the darkness and uncertainty that it’s Mickey at your side. 

“If she’s lost senses, Mick, it's gonna be a head trauma of some sort.” Payback keeps going with his chest compressions. “Is there any sign of blood?” You squeeze Mickey's hand a little harder as he goes to pull away to check. You squeeze so hard that he can’t let go, you’re far too afraid of being left alone in the dark. “Fanboy?”

“I—I dunno, probably! She probably hit her head on the ground!” Mickey manages to wiggle free just one of his hands so he can push your hair out of your face. “Shhh—I’m right here.” He tries to soothe you once again, but your cries are just too heartbreaking. “Amor, I am right here with you—I’ve got you.” 

“Please don’t let me die here alone.” Was all you mumbled out. You didn’t know what Mickey was saying or if he was saying anything at all. The ringing was all too deafening. But when you begged him to stay, to not leave your side. Mickey's heart shattered into a million different pieces. “Please don’t leave me.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” He traced your face with his fingers, just letting you know he was there with you. Your grip on his hand began to falter as you slipped into unconsciousness again, just trying to find some shelter from the ringing. “I’m right here with you.” 

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“Without the surgery your daughter might regain her vision but it’s only a slim chance Mrs Y/l/n—“ Doctor Perry spoke to the woman on the other end of your phone. Mickey had called her on your behalf from the other side of the country, she was already packing her things for the flight she’d booked to be by your side. “I’d say it’s barely twenty percent.” 

“What about with the surgery?” Mickey asked as his eyes looked over you. You looked too peaceful to be in this situation. You knew he was there just by his touch alone. He made sure you knew it was him by his ring as he ran his thumb across your palm. “What’s the odds of her getting her vision back with the surgery?” 

“Almost one hundred percent—if the surgery were to go well. If it doesn’t then she runs the risk of being permanently incapacitated for the rest of her life.” Doctor Perry was a little too blunt for Mickey's liking, but he appreciated the direct route. “She’ll regain her hearing, hopefully, her ear drums were significantly damaged in the blast but they should recover.” 

“Do the surgery.” Your mother barked on the other side of the phone. “My daughter can’t be deaf and blind—what type of future would she have then? What kind of quality of life would she have?” Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off you as you slept. It was better this way, to keep you sedated. That way you couldn’t panic. But he thought about it while the doctor droned on to your mother about the surgery, that no matter the outcome you’d have a life with him. He’d take care of you—learn how to adapt, help you with anything you ever needed. Do anything you ever needed him to do. 

A freak accident that took away two of your six senses shouldn’t be the reason your life ends. You were still alive and oh how Mickey Garcia was grateful to whatever God was on duty that day. 

“Mrs Y/ln?” Mickey interrupted as he turned the phone back his way. Your mother silenced herself mid sentence to listen to what Mickey had to say. “I know we haven’t formally met before but I just want you to know that I’ve been head over heels in love with your daughter since she served me for the first time.” He explained all the while his eyes never left your perfect face. A face he really wouldn’t mind waking up to every day. “And I know there’s a hell of a lot of uncertainty about what may come, but I just want you to know that her quality of life doesn’t diminish if her sight can’t be restored or her hearing doesn’t improve.” Mickey could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks as he squeezed your hand, and as much as he wished none of this ever happened, he knew he couldn’t leave you know. Not ever. 

“I’ve got her ma’am—“ 

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Taken: Dick Grayson x f!reader x Jason Todd (part 2)

part 1

***

No.

No. no. no. no.

This was not happening.

This must have been some kind of crazy dream and he was about to wake up from in a second and everything was going to be fine.

Yes.

Absolutely.

He was about to open his eyes in his own bed with Y/N by his side, sleeping softly on her belly with messy hair and slightly parted lips, looking all cute and innocent.  And she would be all warm, soft, happy, protected and 100% safe in his embrace.

And he would hug her close to his chest making sure it will stay like this forever, kiss her and never let her go, regardless of her best effort to wriggle out of his embrace and start the day.  She was always the responsible one…..

And she would smile at him with her pretty smile and look at him with her beautiful eyes giving him the loving gaze and…

“Dick?”

He raised his head abruptly, being thrown out of his reverie and forced to crash with reality. And the realization that this was all true and not a nightmare brought a few tears to his eyes.

It all came back.

Y/n.

His poor girl, his love, his light, his heart.

Neglected by him.

Broken and abandoned.

And the car accident that he heard happening through the phone.

And there was nothing  he could have possibly done about it, forced to listen to the crashes and that deadly silence on the other side, desperately calling her name, hoping for a word of answer or even a single breath of a prove she was ok.

Honestly at this point Dick wasn’t sure which of those circumstances were worst.

He was currently sitting on the chair in the hospital, outside of the OR, Y/N was currently operated in. And everything was too much. The bright light, the whiteness of the walls, the sounds and that overwhelming feeling that all of it was in fact his fault.

“No…” he whispered with pale, numb limbs.

Honestly, it was a miracle he was able to sit at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s been here for what seemed like hours now, he would probably be pacing nervously back and forth.  

Right now he only felt like screaming at the world about the unfairness of everything.

“Dick….”

“What?!” he snapped standing up abruptly, running hands through his hair in the mix of panic, guilt and the sudden urge to punch something.

“Please calm down……”

He looks at Jason with fury in his eyes. How dare he? How dare he ask him to be calm when his girlfriend was fighting for her life in the operation room. How dare he be so calm sitting on the hospital chair?! How dare he after everything that happened?

Yeah, he knew.

Dick was always a good detective and the moment Jason fell to his knees after hearing Y/N’s car crash and started weeping Grayson connected the dots pretty quickly. At that moment it all made sense. Jason held much more than friendly feelings for Y/N. Much more.

 And that brought a hurricane of emotions.

How? When? Why?

And most importantly – did she feel the same for Jason? Was she going to leave him?

“CALM DOWN?!” Dick yelled taking a few steps towards his brother, standing inches from him and eyeing him with a murderous gaze, but not doing anything. “DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?!”

 “you might want to step back…..” Jason hissed warningly

“Or what?” Dick narrowed his eyes

“Or you’ll be grateful you’re in a hospital.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m just saying…..” Jason smirked vindictively, almost baring his teeth.

“Well I think it would be better  if you just shut up after everything you did to her.”

“I did to her? You were the one to brush her off! She needs love! She deserves love!”

“Oh so now you love her?!”

“I do!”

“Well too bad, cause she’s mine!”

“Not for long though…..”

The chances of them beating the shit out of each other on the hospital corridor were skyrocketing by a second and who knew what might have happened if it wasn’t for the clueless doctor coming out of the operation room.

It took the MD a second to figure out what was happening and his gaze turned from confused to stern immediately. He’s had enough experience with crazy, strange, straight-out-of-shitty-romance -novels incidents happening in his hospital and was not in the mood to deal with another one.

“Sit.” He hissed and it was hilarious how two grown up men complied with his order without a single word.

“Is she……?” Dick started, watching the doctor with wide eyes, begging for as little as a scrap of information.

“Can I…..?” Jason muttered at the same moment and when they spoke in unison their murderous gazes met again.

 “Are you family?” the doctor asked and boys’ faces fell instantly.

“I’m her boyfriend ……” Dick stuttered and that word made Jason clench both his jaw and his fists.

 “Not a family.” Doctor replied sternly

“But…..”

“No.”

“please?” Dick knew well enough he was making a fool out of himself in front of his younger brother (who apparently also happened to be his opponent for Y/N’s heart), but he couldn’t care less. He hadto know if she was alright. He just had to. And if it required stooping to begging he was going to do it. Anything for her.

“She’ll live…..” the doctor rolled his eyes in a bit of annoyance.

“Can you…..?” Dick tried to ask something more, but he didn’t even get to finish the sentence when Jason jumped to his feet, towering over the doctor backing him against the wall, grabbing the front of his lab coat.

“TALK!” Jason yelled. Just like Dick he was desperate to know anything about Y/N’s current state but unlike his brother he was not going to ask nicely. Yelling, punching and threatening was way more his modus operandi.

“Jason!”

“Fuck off Grayson! I care about her!”

“Are you suggesting that I don’t!?”

“You’re just going to take this doctor’s shit?!”

“Both of you calm down now.”

The calm deep voice coming from behind made everyone turn their heads towards the direction of the door.

“Mr. Wayne!”

“Bruce?!”

“Let the gentleman go, Jason.”

“I’m not taking orders from you.” Jason scoffed not letting go.

“From what I can tell I’m the only one entitled to Y/N’s medical information so I suppose you do take orders from me.”

“You’re fucking bluffing” Jason’s eyes narrowed, the vein on his forehead pulsing as he weighted the options. Not knowing about Y/N or surrendering to Bruce.

“Try me.” Bruce retorted, his face resembling an expressionless stone.

“Fuck!” Todd cried out, dropping the doctor to the ground, not caring about delicacy.

Bruce smirked.

“Now. Shall we doctor?”

And acting like he owned the place (which was not that far from the truth) Wayne started walking towards the office.

“Bruce…..” Dick whispers desperately, with a broken voice and equally broken expression.

“Don’t worry Dick. Everything’s going to be fine.” Bruce patted his shoulder reassuringly.

***

It took Bruce ten minutes to gather all the necessary information and enable Dick to get inside Y/N’s hospital room.

Obviously Jason was about to fight tooth and nail to get the same privilege as his brother but no one cared.

Why was he always the bad one…..?

He loved her too…… He deserved to be able to see her…..

Anything…… just to hear her breathing and see she was alive…  anything to be close to her……

Instead he heard hard no.

Which was heartbreaking.

Soul shattering.

Simply unfair and punishing.

Making him feel like an outcast. Again. Over and over and over again.

Like he was just a piece of shit.

Of course he could have fought, but what was the point? It would end up with him being injected with a sedative and kicked out.

And just a thought of being tortured…again…… made him retreat into himself.

But it hurt like hell.

Only because he fell in love.

And he felt like crying at the simple thought it was Dick sitting beside her bed, holding her hand, brushing her hair and kissing her forehead.

Would she even want that?

He could remember how soft and sweet she was when he was the one kissing her. The way she touched him, hugged him….. how she melted into him… Not Dick… him.

Her lips, hands, skin, curves, her body and her taste.

So perfect…..

And then she run….

And he was hurt…. scared for her, for himself, for them….

Was there ever them…..?

Jason was conflicted, shuddering and not knowing if he ever stood any chance to be with her.

Could it be possible that she wanted him the same way he wanted her……?

Please…..

Please…..

Please….

***

Meanwhile Dick was indeed sitting next to Y/N’s bed, rubbing her soft, pale, limb hand whispering soft words that made no sense but helped him keep himself together.

He almost expected Y/N to look pale, small and fragile in the hospital bed, surrounded by all that medical equipment and encompassing white. He didn’t have much experience with hospital, since all his life he’s been home-patched, but all the stories he heard always portrayed the casualty of the accident in such way.

But not Y/N.

She was as beautiful as always and even all the bandages and tubes and fuzzy colours of the surroundings could never change it. She was strong… she was a fighter…. She survived and now she was just resting after all that.  

His pretty, brave girl.

His Y/N, who was going to open her shining e/c eyes soon and see him as the first person.

“I’m here baby….” he whispered, putting  a strand of hair behind her ear “Not going anywhere. Ever. Please come back to me…. I need you…. I love you, baby…”

He brushed her cheek softly. He probably shouldn’t have, but at this point all his reason and logical thinking was out the window replaced by the sheer need to feel her soft skin.  Honestly he didn’t care about any rules as long as it didn’t mean he was putting her life or health in danger.

They say people in coma can hear when you talk to them, when you call upon them, touch them.

Well, she was not in come, but regardless he wanted.. no, he needed her to feel he was here. She was safe now, he was going to make sure of it.

“I’m so sorry my love….” Dick whispered, rubbing her hand gently. She was so warm and soft and it brought him hope. He was given a second chance to care for her. To keep her safe and protected and he was not going to waste it. “I’m so sorry for everything… I promise I’ll be better. Just please… open your eyes…..”

Sure, life doesn’t work magically and he wasn’t really expecting his words to bring the effect, but miraculously Y/N stirred in the bed and he could feel her fingers squeezing his hand.

“Y/N? Baby? It’s me… It’s Dick…. Honey, can you hear you hear me?” he asked, putting enormous amount of energy to keep his voice calm and not scare her or to take her in his arms and hold to his chest.

That would be unwise, she still had to recover and get back to health

“Dick……?” she asks faintly, opening her eyes slowly.

Oh, screw that.

Without any thinking he wrapped his arms around the girl, rubbing her back, kissing the top of his head, letting the tears fall down, rocking back and forth with her bruised body so close to his.

“Y/N…..” he muttered repeatedly as if that word were the sweetest one in the whole wide world. “Y/N… Y/N…. Y/N…..”

“Hey…..” she smiled softly, getting lost in his embrace.

“I thought I Iost you, baby…..” he held her a bit tighter making her grunt a little. “sorry my love.” He pulled back slightly looking straight into those beautiful eyes, showing a bit of tiredness and weariness. What he saw, however, was the shining orbs, the view he would be happy to watch solely for the rest of his life is she only let him. “Y/N….” he pressed his forehead onto his, cupping her cheek and chuckling a bit nervously a bit hysterically. “You’re all good, baby…..” he couldn’t help his wandering hands that seemed to cup her cheeks almost out of their own volition.

“Dickie….”

He almost whimpered at the word. She was the only one to use the diminutive form of his nickname and the only one allowed to do so. And he could have never heard that coming out of her sweet mouth.

“I love you….” he blurted. “I love you… Oh, I love you…..”

“I love you too, Dickie boy….”  

“Do you remember what happened?” he kissed her forehead “How do you feel? Is there anything I can get you?” Dick’s natural chattiness branched off into the series of question that she didn’t even have the chance to answer because of the speed.

Dick Grayson was babbling.

Because she came back to him. And only then he realised how stressed he was.

“Dickie…. I….”

“Shh…” he kissed her temple, holding her to his chest again “don’t worry about anything my love. We’ll get you discharged from this hospital immediately. I’ll take care of you. I swear. Not letting you out of my sight. I love you so much……”

“Oh, Dick….” She cooed touching his cheek and wiping those traitorous tears. “I;m so sorry….”

“Sorry?” he frowned a bit confused “for what? Listen to me, baby…” he softly put a hand under her chin making her look up at him. “None of this was your fault. You hear me? Nothing.”

“But … but Dick…. Dick I…… I did something….”

“I know.” Dick simply said, putting a finger on her lips and brushing her hair. “I know, you don’t have to say a thing….”

“No….no you don’t know…. I…. I kissed Jason and….”

“I know.”

“You…. Do?” she looked at him with shock written on her face.

“Yeah, baby, I do…..” he smiled “I’m not mad, I swear….”

“Is he here now?”

“He’s sitting outside.”

Outside.

Jason was sitting outside.

That thought made her heart drop a little.

Partially because he was here at all serving as a reminder of her mistake.

But the bigger part of her heart dropped because she wasn’t even sure if that was a mistake anymore. Maybe it was what she truly wanted.

Poor Y/N was so confused remembering everything that happened before her accident.

Jason’s lips on hers.

His calloused hands moving across her body.

His scars under her fingertips.

“Dick…..” she stutters

“Yes babygirl?”

“Please hold me……”

“Of course, anything for you….” He smiled moving to sit on her hospital bed, hugging her.

In any other circumstances it would be a sweet, loving scene.

But right there, right then… they were both terrified.

Unsure of what was coming for them.

Unsure of their own feelings.

......

@fullbelieverheart

[uncpanda]

Found Out

AN: The Law and Order SVU and Batman crossover no one, absolutely no one asked for, but I still wrote. Cause I can ;)

Warnings: Mentions of serial killers. Nothing graphic.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

For being some of the smartest, most intelligent, detectives in the world, the superheros in your life are fairly oblivious. And on some level you’re really thankful for that. It allows you the freedom to do your job without their henpecking. 

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the fact that you’re married to a billionaire. 

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the once to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away. 

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all, you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society. 

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes. 

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them. 

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.” 

His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.” 

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.” 

“So?” 

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again, I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.” 

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.” 

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?” 

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.” 

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?” 

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”  

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?” 

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.” 

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?” 

You go  wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?” 

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point. 

“Then we Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us to focus on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. Are you mad?” 

He lets out a laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?” 

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?” 

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.” 

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?” 

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.” 

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one life you’d been forced to take, you tell him about your frustration. You tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished. 

“And that’s the majority of it.” 

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day. 

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons as to why they should have realized you were a cop. 

“You work really weird hours.” 

“You never wore heels to work.” 

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?” 

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?” 

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room. 

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.” 

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options. 

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m your hypocrite.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus, is in fact, yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt. 

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around. 

You’re in hour three of doing paperwork, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at  you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him. 

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?” 

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?” 

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.  

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?” 

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.” 

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.” 

You don’t argue with him, “What are you doing here?” 

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.” 

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.” 

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?” 

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.” 

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?” 

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.” 

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world. 

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?” 

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving. 

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.” 

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.” 

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.” 

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.” 

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?” 

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.” 

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.” 

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.” 

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?” 

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?” 

“Perfect score.” 

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.” 

You nod, “Let me walk you out.” 

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.” 

You sigh, life was easier when no one knew anything. 

[b4tasquad]

i beg of you. please niko getting sick of being the nice friend and having sex with sharky’s gf secretly while everyone is away and he fakes sick. 🙏🙏 OLEASE MAKE HIM MEAN TOO

Authors note: this is literally unalike anything else i’ve written.. everyone is so out of character. especially sharky and niko. also i don’t at all condone with cheating, it’s disgraceful, but this fiction!

Warnings: SMUT (minors dni) , cheating, mean niko, sharky being an asshole (i’m sorry) Aj being the only tolerable one

“Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” Aj’s words were hesitant as he lingered in the doorframe. All of the others had already put their things in the car and situated themselves bar the Shabeel. He sensed something being off with his housemate and best friend, and like the rest of his friends, he hadn’t been too quick to shrug it off.

Today was the day the Beta squad was flying to America to do a series of challenges for their channel. The idea was discussed, and finally months after Sharky had suggested it, they were doing it. It all went well, and according to plan until Niko stepped out of his room at 8 am, claiming to have gotten food poisoning.

Aj wasn’t too sure what to believe. While it was a reliable excuse as to why he had gone to bed so early the night before… something just didn’t seem right. Niko had been much more reserved than he usually was, and in the days following up to this trip, he was hanging out less and less with his friends.

Well, he couldn’t stay away from Aj even if he tried. The fact that they shared a house with the addition of the shorter boy’s annoying nature not helping Niko in the slightest. But even so, it seemed like Aj was the only one Niko got along with really well these days.

And Aj Shabeel had no idea why.

Sure, they teased him a lot, maybe even more than usual. But they had always been like that with each other, what was different right now? As Niko shrugged, an indescribable look on his face, Aj's thoughts went someplace else.

It could have something to do with Niko’s breakup a few months prior. While he seemed pretty okay right after, Aj wondered if it was all hitting him now. It seemed like a stretch, but he desperately tried to make sense of it.

But not wanting to overstep, he kept quiet.

“I’ll be fine,” Niko told in the end. He wasn’t dressed and a part of Aj felt like Niko hadn’t even tried to join. Even so, the more logical thing was to just let it go. “You guys have fun.”

Just as the tall man finally seemed to relax and Aj felt like he could get real answers out of him, Sharky and Chunkz waltzed in and interrupt. “What’s up with you Aj, come on!”

Said man rolls his eyes at the interference, but just nods. With the long flight ahead of them, he was not in the mood to talk more than he had to. “Coming. I was just making sure Niko hadn’t changed his mind or something.”

While Chunkz didn’t seem to care for the answer, Sharky’s eyes met Niko’s. Had Aj been paying attention, he would see the rage that filled Niko’s eyes for a second and maybe connected the dots.

“Niko, you need to sleep through your heartbreak or something.” As Aj and Niko stilled at that, Chunkz seemed to find Sharky’s words hilarious. The two of them laughed with each other as they made fun of their best friend’s breakup. “Ruining everyone’s vibe, brother.”

Things had been like this for 3 whole months. Ever since the day he came home, spilling about how they had ended it, his friends refused to let it go. The jokes were borderline cruel, and even if Niko joked too, it was never on such an excessive level. Sharky often initiated the topic, and with time, Niko came to loathe his best friend’s behavior.

As much as it hurt to admit, Niko was envious. Not only was Sharky successful like himself, but he also had a beautiful woman he could share said fortunes with. You were everything a man like Niko could ever dream of. From your attractive appearance to how much you valued and took care of Sharky.

Niko never felt like Sharky deserved to have such a loving person like yourself at his feet.

Often, in the darkness of his room, he found himself wondering how it’d feel if you were his and not his best friend’s. And on more than one occasion, Niko found himself daydreaming about the things he’d do to you. How he’d ruin Sharky’s perfect girl. He had long before realized how toxic these fantasies were, but as his friend grew more despicable by the day, Niko’s head got darker.

The sound of loud honking caught their attention and with the impatient driver in Niko’s favor, it was time for them to leave. Aj was the first one to bid Niko goodbye, telling him to let him

know if there was something he needed. While Niko knew he wouldn’t need anything, he nodded appreciatively. Chunkz followed, quickly bidding his friend goodbye which left one person.

“Get well soon, mate.” Sharky dabbed him up, and as they separated again, a teasing smile erupted on his face. “Have fun!”

Sharky’s words were sarcastic, trailing back to the topic of Niko’s rough breakup. And as frequently as Niko had felt disheartened, he was today driven by his friend’s teasing. His thoughts were clouded by rage and desire for what wasn’t his, and with a knowing smirk, he nodded.

“I will.”

…

It was a couple of hours later you were knocking on the expensive door, your hand hesitating as you were too afraid to break anything. There was no way you had money to pay for it. But even as unsure as your motions were, the door flew open a few seconds later, a rather tired Niko Omilana standing on the other side.

By his messy hair and the puffiness of his eyes, you could tell he had just woken up. Even with the sun dimming behind you and the afternoon turning night, you felt equally as bad for disrupting his sleep. “Did I wake you?” Stupid question. “Sorry.”

For a moment, he just looked at you. Studied you. You knew Niko, sure. He was your boyfriend’s best friend and you had spoken to him briefly in the past. But the two of you didn’t exactly know each other.

“Nah, it’s fine.” He waved your apology off, opening the door more, a silent invitation. Gratefully, you stepped in, eyes raking over the unfamiliar place as they looked for your boyfriend’s figure. As if he could read your mind, Niko answered. “He’s not here.”

You didn’t have to utter a word for him to see how disappointed you were at that. And as you sighed with your gaze on your shoes, Niko basked in the minor victory. But his eyebrows furrowed at the thoughts entering his head. If you were here, in London, looking for your boyfriend who was currently on his way to America, did that mean he hadn’t told you?

Shitty.

It was embarrassing to say it at least, as you stood there clueless as ever. “Do you know where he is?”

Mindlessly, you followed Niko into the house, feeling too uncomfortable to stand on your own in an unknown home. His face confronted into one of awkwardness and by the way he was scratching the back of his neck, you knew you wouldn’t like his answer.

“America”

“America?!”

You were not only shocked but also hurt at the revelation that your boyfriend had fled the country without even thinking of informing you first. Niko explained, and with the way he was speaking about how long they had known of this trip, you felt worse by the second. Was he mad at you? Did he need space?

Insecure thoughts swarmed your head and with a tired sigh, you leaned over the kitchen counter. “Why didn’t he tell me.”

It wasn’t a question, more of a sad statement. As you waited for Niko to say something encouraging to try and salvage the relationship, he shocked you with how he proceeded to go about it.

“Because he’s an asshole.” As fast as you could, your gaze snapped up to meet his across the kitchen counter. It was intense and dark, something you had never known or heard of Niko possessing. With the way he was eying you, a chill slid down your spine.

Both the feeling of lust and shame swam in the pit of your stomach and there was no saying what was driving you the most insane. You wanted to explore the darkness behind the tall man’s eyes, but at the same time, you felt disgusted for even thinking that. Your boyfriend had fucked up 1 time and you were ready to spread your legs open for his best friend.

You hadn’t realized how in your head you had been til Niko stood behind you, back pressing you into the surface of the counter. Your hands came to steady yourself, and with the way his breath trailed down your neck and caused goosebumps on your forearms, you knew you had lost.

It didn’t go a second from when he sounded you around, till he smashed his lips to yours. The kiss was messy, your lips struggling to properly meet with all the eagerness the two of you had for each other. But once you found a sensual rhythm, it was hard to think.

“Wait.” You leaned back, head spinning. Niko was making you feel things you’d never felt before, and as his lips trailed down a path from your collarbone, the guilt slowly turned into pleasure. “Shar-“

“I’ll make you forget his name.” Niko breathed against your exposed body, eyes coming to hold yours in a hard stare. And while he nodded to make sure you were following, you felt yourself crumble.

A nod of your head was all Niko needed to press his lips against your body, once again creating an even larger fire in your core. His lips were both soft and rough as they placed firm kisses against the exposed parts of your breasts. Unintentionally you leaned your chest more into his face, and he didn’t complain, giving you the attention you craved.

An aggravated sound left Niko’s mouth as he struggled to pull your tight-fitting skims dress off and without even thinking, he took the material between his fingers, ripping it in half. A shriek of complete horror left your mouth, and you wanted to cry in your place against the counter.

“Don’t worry.” Niko pushed one of your titties out of the bra, finally letting his tongue meet the bud. “I’ll buy you as many as you want after this, baby”

You moaned even louder if that was possible, and all thoughts of the expensive dress evaporated, along with your common sense. There was a part of you that couldn’t get over the fact that you were being unfaithful to your boyfriend. As shitty as he could be at times, and even with his tendency to run his mouth, he was still someone you respected.

The fact that you stooped down this low, just wasn’t like you.

But Niko was making you feel so good. His exploring lips, gripping hands, and soft curls that tickled your skin. He was forbidden, completely off limits. But as he moved from one nipple to the other, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to stop.

The motions on your breast were making you feel lightheaded and so with a firm grip, you dragged him up to press your lips together, once again. Niko obliged, kissing you like he’d been waiting for years. His hands were placed firmly on the curve of your ass, and his lips swallowed yours like a starved man. He was eating away at your sins, slowly.

Feeling vulnerable with your breasts out of your bra but with him completely dressed in front of you, you tugged at his hoodie. Niko understood, but before he pulled it off, the man sat you on the counter. Slipping off his clothes, he leaned on the counter, lips on yours again.

Your nails scratching his head as you made out had him groaning in your mouth, and the sound vibrated through you, ultimately making you even hornier. Niko could see the change in your attitude and with a slight chuckle, his hands trailed up the skirt of your ripped dress.

As much as you had done in the kitchen already, it felt a little unsanitary to have him between your legs like that here. “Are you sure we should do it here-“ you had started to say when his fingers stroked against your damp panties.

“You were saying?”

His finger slowly but surely made its way, soft strokes all over your sensitive area. You leaned your head over Niko’s shoulder, your seat giving you an advantage over his tall figure. He was making you see stars with one finger, and as he swiftly added another, you were sure you could pass out already.

Niko was an expert, his experienced movements and the encouraging words he uttered in your ears did everything it needed to bring you to a place of relaxation.

“I-“With your stuttering words and the clenching of your walls, Niko could tell you were getting there. Just as you went to release on his long fingers, he retracted them. You were a whining mess, feeling hot and uncomfortable as he prevented you from your high. “Niko”

Your calls of his name had his chest filling with pride, his former words replaying in his head. With little effort, he flipped you over, leaving you to cling to the cold counter after being caught off guard. By the unbuckling of his belt, and the sound of his pants dropping, you knew exactly what was coming.

“Fuck.” Niko whispered as he pulled off the rest of your dress. His eyes were on your wet pussy, and without a word he pressed a kiss to it, his tongue slightly licking a strip. Your legs were hanging off the side of the counter, and with his tall frame, it was the perfect angle for him.

With such precision, Niko lined himself up with you, slowly slipping into your awaiting body. Nothing could prepare you for how much he stretched you out, and with the feel of his fingers from earlier, it all felt double as good. “You feel so fucking good.”

His praises were drowned out against your exposed shoulder as he began to move. It seemed like he was thrown off for a moment, needing time to collect himself. But once he did, Niko’s fingers dug into your hips, moving them against his at a monstrous pace.

And by the time an orgasm was nearing, you shook against the cool surface.

Once again you moaned his name, and as much as he loved hearing you call it out in such w breathless way, he needed more. “He doesn’t fuck you like this, right?”

You were out of your mind, his body slipping in and out of yours taking you to someplace far away. But even in this out-of-the-world experience, you knew exactly who he was referring to. “Niko-“ you told, voice unsure. At your hesitance, he made a move to slip out of you, and instantly you protested. “No, he doesn’t! No one does it like you, Niko,”

“Mhm” his voice was filled with untold satisfaction, and Niko pounded into you harder.

The two of you were having the time of your lives. With the pleasure building up on both sides, and Niko’s strokes becoming slower and less frequent, it was no surprise when his next words came.

“You’re making me go crazy.” You were sure you were turning blind soon, but his words made you chuckle slightly. It almost sounded like he was begging you to release.

With sweaty bodies and synced breathing, you sighed as you finally felt the tight knot unravel. Niko didn’t stop for a second, working you through it while simultaneously praising your “good work” To be fair, he had put you through shit.

He was biting the skin on your neck, body shuddering against you as he came alongside you. The feeling of him filling you up was foreign but in the best way possible. Someone would think you’d be more sensible than having sex with your boyfriend’s boyfriend and letting him finish inside you, but your mind was a mess and so was the situation at hand.

After a few minutes of getting yourself together, you slid out from under him, Niko was still breathing heavily as you put some space between you two. You felt uncomfortable with his cum dripping down your legs, and your body filled with possessive marks and for a moment you just unsurely stood there.

“We shouldn’t have done this,” your words are low, and your eyes are anywhere but on his. You knew he was looking, but there was no way you could reciprocate the action. At the moment, you were feeling shameful. And as all the pleasure you’d used to drown that out earlier disappeared, your throat felt dry.

“Not even 3 minutes ago you let me fuck you raw against the counter.” Niko remarks. His words don’t help in making you feel better, instead making you feel even worse. He takes a few large strides over to your smaller frame. “You know you liked it more than you’d ever admit, and that’s why you’re feeling like that. It’s not your fault for wanting your desires fulfilled, just gotta face the fact that he’s not enough for you.”

With his words, he placed a few kisses against your skin. You weren’t sure if he was genuinely infatuated with you, or if it was just some ploy to hurt his friend, but in the end, you fell into the temptation. And blindly, you followed him into his bedroom where he fulfilled everything you hadn’t realized you missed.

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OKAY— so like, we had scenarios of which the B-Team were raised by the Shredder, but what if it was the A-Team??

Shredder telling both Leonardo and Raphael (who now goes by Takeō and Akihitō respectively) lies about their younger littermates (Donatello and Michelangelo, whom he named as Junkō and Kōta)— telling them that their younger siblings have been ruthlessly killed by Hamato Yoshi, who had deemed them as an abomination.

In fact, Shredder wasn't even aware of the existence of the younger two; at least, not until both Takeō and Akihitō brought it up a few months after they were officially able to carry out missions and daily patrol. However, he couldn't deny that it's truly a blessing— there's a chance that they might know of Hamato Yoshi's location, and even then, Shredder can expand his army of powerful mutants.

Donatello and Michelangelo, on the other hand, aren't so thrilled about having to 2v2 their older brothers at just about everytime. There's also that the two have the tendency to play dirty. Stalking their friends and whatnot, it's driving them up the wall.

I don't know if Karai should be with the Shredder, because her rivalry with the A-Team over the younger onces is delicious.

What do you think?

I love this. No, no, wait, see my vision, look-

Takeō and Akihitō are everything that Shredder needs them to be. They took up training from the moment that their little legs could walk and they excelled past anything that he’d ever seen before, and one of Shredder’s greatest fighters happens to be blind, mind you, so he knows what greatness looks like.

He knows it has to relate to the fact that they’re mutants, but he couldn’t care less. With one student who bears a determination to please and the other with the violent fury to be molded like his own, they’re better than an entire legion of Foot soldiers. Takeō makes sure every command is followed and Akihitō leaves no enemy unpunched- what could be better?

They’re perfect. No, they’re better than perfect. They’re a miracle.

One that he never hesitates to take advantage of. If Yoshi had done one thing right in his lifetime, it was leading him to them.

And then- AND THEN-

Enter Mikey and Donnie.

The universe throws out two turtles with on obvious ignorance of surface life and an instinct to defend those that dwell on it. Leo and Raph’s world is thrown out of whack the first time that they spot them- considering Mikey is a younger-shaped replica of them with freckles. They keep an curious eye on them from a distance, but uncertain what to make of them, don’t interact.

They inquire about it to their father and (considering Saki likely stole them from Yoshi) he fabricates a story that horrifies them. They already know about Yoshi and how he killed Karai’s mother- but he tore apart their family too?

Afterward, it takes about five seconds to connect the dots on who these mutant turtles are. They go out to track down and reconnect with their brothers. *insert canon plot stuff*

When Donnie and Mikey try to save a kidnapped April, they fail pretty badly. The Saki brothers step in, stop the Kraang from taking the girl before Donnie and Mikey’s brains get blown out, but don’t really do much about them taking the dad. They don’t really care about the humans. They’re far more interested in prodding the turtles.

And, after taking April to her aunt’s, prodding absolutely happens from both sides.

The childish giddy air of the Junkō and Kōta upon finding their siblings obviously cements them as the younger siblings in the Saki brother’s minds. They don’t doubt for a moment that they are who they say they are because Splinter told them that they had two missing brothers as little kids.

Mind made up, Leo insists that they come home. Mikey insists that they have a home and Donnie admits they shouldn’t really wander off with strangers. They both vocalize that their rat dad needs to meet them first since he’s the one who lost them and he’s misses them and they don’t have to abandon their dad or anything, they just really want them to meet Splinter! (The Foot symbols on their gear mean nothing to the Hamatos and the name Splinter means nothing to the Sakis. Oopsy.)

And so they wait around for Mikey and Donnie to collect Splinter and then Splinter comes across his sons and Leo and Raph are tolerant until he introduces himself as Hamato Yoshi and then it all clicks that the man who Shredder thought killed their brothers and he had stolen them away instead and he’s the reason that they haven’t see them for fifteen years-

They don’t even give Yoshi time to explain before they’re attempting to eliminate the threat. Donnie and Mikey are insanely confused until one of the brothers lets it slip that their dad is Saki and- oh wait are they evil?!- so now there’s fighting, attempted forced reasoning and kidnapping of little brothers, but the Hamatos manage to get away.

So now Leo and Raph’s are simply DISTRAUGHT because the madman had stolen and brainwashed their little brothers so how were supposed to focus on anything else when they’re out there but actively on the wrong side of this war??

It trashes their game and suddenly his miracle team is no longer a shinning example of perfection. Once again, Yoshi has ruined something great and, instead of seething, Saki gets creative.

He fakes an understanding with what his sons are going through and expresses a wish that he knew where Yoshi was so that he could put an end to the threat. If only, they could find the lair where he was keeping their brothers prisoner, maybe then they rid the world of the rat and bring them home. Once they’re free from Yoshi’s dark influence, they could all be one happy family.

And Leo, like the helpful little leader he is, realizes that they could find the lair. Him and Raph could totally find a way to convince the brothers to take them home, or even find a way to get in without their knowledge. They were ninjas, masters of deception and lies. They could do it, Master, if only he would give them a chance?

So he does because an end to Yoshi and two new powerful warriors is more than he could hope for. Exactly what he deserves.

And the rest of the series is just Raph and Leo doing everything in their power to inch their way into their brother’s trust. They stalk them in a desperate itch to make sure they’re okay, which leads to them intercepting and assisting on a bunch of Kraang mission.

They run into each other when Donnie and Mikey try to stop the Foot from being evil, and Leo and Raph are more concerned with making sure nothing happens to their brothers that the Hamato brothers end up completing their mission more often than not.

Leo and Raph are still dedicated to the Foot but their priorities are skewed every time their brother come into play. Nine times out of ten, baby brothers take first priority. And Saki lets these mishaps happen because his sons are insistent upon gaining the Hamatos trust.

It doesn’t take Donnie and Mikey long to realize what Leo and Raph are doing, protecting-them wise. They don’t quite understand it, but they assume that even though they have been misguided and brainwashed by Shredder, they still are good people deep down. It’s incredibly annoying that they are always in the way and can��t seem to realize how what they’re doing is obviously evil, though.

Like plotting younger siblings do, they adapt to use the brother’s new apparent weakness against them, putting themselves in situations where the Saki brothers have no choice but to interviene- even if that means slicing their own bots or preventing their own missions from succeeding. And the best part is that the Saki brothers have no idea that they’re being played- they really just believe that their baby brothers are kinda bad at their jobs.

Which really doesn’t help with the whole PROTECT alarms constantly ringing in their brains.

As for Karai, I think she would still be with the Foot, but instead of a doting older sister, there would be jealousy vibes. She’d been overshadowed her entire life by these ‘perfect’ brothers and she jumps at the opportunity to impress her father when they start slipping. She could even play an antagonist role- actively trying to dissuade her father’s approval of Leo&Raph’s activities in order to get a better standing. She doesn’t want them murdered at the stake or anything, simply taken out of the favoritism role so that his actual human daughter (or so she thinks) can have a scrap of his attention.

I WAS GOING TO STOP HERE BUT YOU HAVE ME THINKING ABOUT PLOT AND SUCH NOW-

Like, Donnie would now be the eldest with the responsibilities of genius and leader, which means that he probably feels like his baby brother’s one line of defense against an entire universe. Splinter didn’t train his boys for war- but Saki did. Imagine the pressure on his shoulders to keep his family safe while actively on deadly missions with brothers who could turn on them at any second, stuck under the weight of wanting to get April reunited with her missing family.

Leo’s side of the spectrum is spent worrying that two of his brothers are under the abusive care of their kidnapper. He desperately hones the “but I can totally bring them to our side and make them see things our way!” attitude that he has for Karai during the canon series. He does everything in his power to keep the blame from falling on them when missions go wrong, fabricating stories for their father, like he’s always done to keep Raph out of trouble. He doesn’t care for the Hamato’s missions, but he cares greatly for their safety, so he makes sure they tag along at every opportunity, whether they are wanted or not. Stalking is never out of the question, even if it doesn’t take long for the Hamatos to adapt to their presence.

I CAN’T SHUT UP ABOUT THIS SUDDENLY:

So there’s this song “Our Word” from 36 questions that absolutely has the vibes from this au that has taken root in my brain and when I think of Leo being a sneaky little guy and keeping Raph out of trouble- IT FITS. Well, these specific verses anyway:

When I was a little [boy] Like really little, like eight or so I was playing in my father's study A place in the house I wasn't supposed to go

My father fancied himself a sailor His study was filled with nautical decor He kept a boat in a bottle on the top of a shelf And it shattered on the ground when I slammed the door

I told my [brother] everything I told [him] I was so, so sorry [He] told me, "Don't cry, When he comes home tonight We can make everything okay This is all we have to say"

"We don't remember a boat in a bottle It must've fallen off its shelf alone We know you loved it, we're so sad it's broken But neither one of us was even home"

And it's our word Yes, our word Against his

HOLY MOTHER OF MUTATIONS I AM DEVOURING THIS AU AND NOW I HAVE RETURNED WITH CONCEPT:

“You shouldn’t be out alone.”

Donnie lands as irritation crawls up his spine and becomes fuzzy little ambers in his brain. He has a few irrational thoughts, such as giving the nuisance a taste of throwing stars, but they’re dismissed as he pretends to check his t-phone. He can sense one entity behind him, but his partner doesn’t seem to be hovering nearby.

He turns, t-phone at his side, the cheese phone on speed-dial. He doubts the Foot ninja wants to kill him, but if this is another kidnapping attempt…

Well. Better safe than sorry.

“Apperently, I’m not. Need something?”

“You almost got caught tonight.” Takeō cocks his head, face passive. “You shouldn’t be breaking into military junkyards. There have to be safer options. There’s a place in Chinatown. Less guns.”

“Well, as soon as civilians throw out this kind of equipment,” Donnie pats the bag on his hip. “I’ll consider it.”

He frowns. “You’re taking risks.”

“Weren’t your men trying to slit my throat last week?”

“That was not my doing.”

“Oh, sure, Shredder doesn’t want to lure Splinter out of hiding and you would never kidnap me or Mikey, right?”

“I didn’t know about Bradford’s scheme until it was to late.” Takeō scans his face and Donnie denies the sincerity any thought. “You have to believe us- why else would we help you escape?”

“To earn our trust? For future blackmail? As some part of some evil Foot plot to hurt Sensei?” Donnie sneers. “I don’t care what your excuse is when you made my brother bleed.”

“I told Bradford to back off, but I can only do so much.” The tone is defensive, but his frown softens guiltily. “I can’t stop the bots from doing their programing. Maybe if my clan did not see you as a threat- if you would rethink your position-”

His grip tightens over the t-phone. “This is not a conversation that I am entertaining. Goodbye, Takeō.”

“Wait-”

He does not.

And then Takeō is across the rooftop and roughly taking hold of his arm before he can take more than two steps. The t-phone clatters, adrenaline surging as he stops dead in his tracks. His attention shoots from the weapon on the warrior’s hip and then to the blue gaze that is drilling holes into his skull.

He swallows, proud that his voice doesn’t shake. “Let go.”

Takeō tightens his hold. He steps forward, their gazes locked, face unreadable. Donnie thinks it might be an intimation tactic, but he’s not scared, per say. His gut squirms in discomfort and he feels weirdly small despite being inches taller. He expects a low warning, or some kind of dark threat to cut the air between them.

Instead, he gets a soft promise laced so heavily in passion that it might as well have been shouted across the rooftops.

“I would never hurt my brothers.”

Donnie is silent for several seconds.

“You’re hurting me right now.”

Takeō tears his hand away as though he just found out that Donnie was radioactive. Donnie rubs the area, mostly for show, in the hopes of dissuading him from trying that again.

“…I-I meant…” Donnie looks up. No hesitation crosses his face, but his words come with uncertainty. “Not like that. Never like that.”

Donnie humphs.

“Is- Is Kōta-”

“Mikey.”

Takeō stares and Donnie glares back.

The warrior relents. “How is he?”

“It was a flesh wound.” Donnie picks up the t-phone, unsure why he’s telling him anything. “He’s already back to being a hassle.”

A beat of quiet. “I suppose that means we’ll be reunited soon.”

“To kick your shells in? Yeah. Probably.” Donnie puts away his device, looking somewhere over Takeō’s shoulder to the bulky shadow who has been inching closer through the extent of their conversation.

“You know, family means more to me than biology. Shocking to hear from a scientist, I know.” He pauses for effect, considering. “A family with differences is still a family. You might be serious about this whole hurting thing when it comes to Mikey and me…” He narrows his eyes and trains the hostility on the piercing gaze. “But if I find out that you even thought about touching my father again, you can forget any chance of brotherhood. I might seem like a weak joke to you, but I promise that I can make your life a living hell.”

Donnie stares him down, grip tight over the strap of the bag filled with weaponry that he’ll use to make Metalhead truly surface worthy so nothing can harm Mikey again, and dares Takeō to challenge him.

“There’s no stronger warrior than one whose greatest virtue is their loyalty.” Takeō decides simply. “And there is nothing more that I’d expect from a brother.”

Donnie is pretty sure that’s a compliment. He’s not sure what that he to do with backing off his father, but he accepts it.

He releases the bag. “Glad we understand each other.”

He turns his back to the ninja, looking over his shoulder. “And don’t have Akihitō follow me home.”

Takeō stiffens, eyes widening. He smirks. “See you later, bro.”

With a burst of speed, he takes off.

To their credit, they don’t follow.

Donnie knows better to assume that this’ll be the last time he has eyes on his shell. But, for the first time, he thinks he won’t mind.

[cozage]

The Meaning of Justice

The Meaning of Justice: Loguetown

You’re a Marine who’s always been taught to trust the process. And you always have, until you meet a certain pirate who won’t stop pestering you to join his crew. 

Next Chapter | All Chapters Characters: Female reader, Strawhat crew, Smoker, Tashigi

Word count: 1k

Cw: Loguetown/East Blue Saga Spoilers

A/N: This is a long one, so hang onto your (straw)hat! I’m actually breaking this up into parts, so welcome to my first installment of this! No strongly-written pairings, but I saw someone do a short hc list of a marine joining crews, and that fueled me to do a deep dive into the Strawhats interacting with a marine, specifically one who is actively being recruited by them. 

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You had always planned to join the Marines. Both your mother and your father were Marines, and it went without saying that you would follow in their footsteps. But even if you weren’t a legacy child, the call of the Navy was too strong to ignore. You grew up learning that if someone asked for help, you helped them. It didn’t matter who they were or what they looked like, people were always deserving of assistance if they were strong enough to ask for it. You were raised by the sea with people who loved the sea, and you dreamed of the day the white and blue sails would carry you away from your small town and onto your next adventure. Your mother would sit with you on the cliffs by your house, staring off into the horizon fondly. “When you go out to sea…that’s when your life will finally begin.” And she was right, in a way. Just not the way you expected. 

The first time you met Luffy was by happenstance. You were in Loguetown with your division, and it was one of the few days you were off duty. You were planning to do some light shopping, but ended up at the edge of the town square, with hundreds of people crowded around the infamous high rise before you. Gol D. Roger. The King of the Pirates. You still weren’t sure exactly what Roger did to become the notorious King, but he was all any pirate ever wanted to be compared to. 

You were pulled from your thoughts when someone knocked into you from behind. “‘Scuse me.” A wide eyed boy tapped on your shoulder. He had a scar under his eye and a hat with a red ribbon tied around it, and you couldn't help but think how well it suited him. He pointed past you, motioning at the people gathered. “Is this the town square?”

He looked vaguely familiar, though you couldn’t pinpoint why. You were sure you knew his face, but it wasn’t from your hometown, and he didn’t necessarily look like he would be a navy man. 

He waved his hand in front of your face impatiently, breaking your concentration and bringing you back to reality. “Hellooooo? Are you there?”

“Right! Sorry! Yeah, this is the town square.” You smiled at him awkwardly, but he wasn’t looking your way anymore. You followed his gaze to the platform you had been looking at earlier. “And thats-”

“The execution platform of Gol D. Roger!” He shouted, with a large smile across his face. His eyes sparkled like stars looking at the scene before you all. “That’s so cool!”

His excitement was palpable. It just looked like a normal high-rise to you, but this kid looked like he had found the greatest treasure in the world. You still couldn’t shake the fact that you knew him, though, and decided to inquire at the risk of embarrassing yourself further. “This is kind of weird, but you look super familiar. Uh, do I know you?”

He chuckled to himself, and for a second you weren’t sure if he had even heard you. “Nah, but you will!” He took off towards the platform without another word. “My name’s Luffy! Thanks for all your help!” he shouted back to you, never faltering in his race towards the execution place of Gol D. Roger. 

Luffy. Your stomach dropped as the dots connected. Strawhat Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy. The pirate with the 30 million berry bounty on his head. How could you have forgotten him? At least he wasn’t aware that you were a Marine, which gave you more time to act. 

You raced towards the Marine base as fast as your feet would carry you. “Captain Smoker!” You cried out, bursting into his office, gasping slightly for breath. “Pirate in…the town square…Monkey D…Luffy…Roger’s platform.” It wasn’t much of a report, but it was enough. You saw your Captain vanish into thin air, knowing he would fully take care of the situation. You felt bad for betraying a boy who had only treated you kindly, but he was a pirate. The world would be safer with him and his crew behind bars.

But somehow, Strawhat had managed to slip from your Captain’s fingers. You made it to the port just in time to watch him pull out to sea. “HEYYYYYYYY!!!!!” The familiar voice rang out through the wind and the rain of the storm, coming from the ship. “THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL YOUR HELPPPPP!!!!! SEEEEEE YAAAAAA!!!!!!” 

You realized, with a knot in your stomach, the infamous pirate was screaming at you. He still was unaware of your status in the Navy. He still thought you were a random person who had simply given him directions. You stood at the shoreline long after his ship disappeared over the horizon, still hearing the echo of his laugh through the storm.

You gave your official report to the Captain, apologizing profusely for not recognizing the pirate sooner. When the news came that Smoker would be taking an elite team to the Grand Line, you were second at his door to request involvement in the mission. Tashigi was first, and while you all talked, she revealed to also have had a run-in with a member of the Strawhat crew during their time in Loguetown. 

“Roronoa Zoro.” She said the name as if it were a bad taste in her mouth. “He took a cursed sword and was in possession of one of the legendary Great Swords. You know-”

“It’s your dream to collect those!” you finish the sentence for her. You and Tashigi got along well, and she was one of the few Marines who actually took her job seriously. You had a mutual respect for eachother, and you would even consider her a friend at times. 

“Exactly! And that pirate had it instead!” The 21 Great Swords always got Tashigi wound up and on a very long rant, but you never minded it. 

You boarded the boat with 50 others soon after the debrief. The Grand Line was in your sights. Your life was beginning, just like your mother had promised.

[cccc-aus]

The CCCC Persona 5 AU

Who said I couldn’t use this blog for my own AUs? So, Persona 5 is cool. Very cool. And so is CCCC. The result is this AU. There’s not much to say about this. Enjoy!

The Basics

In this universe, HMS have all become regular people after some weird incident, with no memory of the Headspace- or, within the context of the AU, Soul’s Palace

Then once the whole “edge of calamity, blah blah blah” thing starts to go down, a new Trickster is chosen in the form of Soul

Here’s an interesting fact, though: in this universe, regular people can’t be pulled into the Metaverse. They have to have some kind of connection to it first, wether they’re aware of that connection or not.

Other than that, the Metaverse remains mostly the same.

And, so begins the story of the Phantom Thieves of Desires (not hearts because that would get confusing quickly).

Soul

The founder of the Phantom Thieves of Desires, who’d been working solo for a few months

First awakened his Persona in his own Palace, as a matter of fact, which took the form of a mental asylum: the Shadows as staff, and his own Shadow as the head “doctor” (as well as, had he entered a few months earlier, two particularly aggressive Cognitions as patients)

He awakened after joining the dots that, yes, this place is a manifestation of his mind, and that’s fucked up, and he needs to find out why the fuck his brain’s like this

His Phantom Thief attire is mainly black, white and grey, looking like a ripped straightjacket, and his mask is half black and half white, with three red lines: two down each of his eyes, and one separating the two halves

His Persona, Atlas, takes the form of a large clay golem with six arms: two holding Earth behind his back, the remaining four holding smaller planets, and the Sun and Moon circling his head like a halo

His main damage type is Nuclear, and his weakness is Psychokinesis

Even though he doesn’t need to use Atlas- since, as a Trickster, he can wield multiple Personas- he’s strong enough that he still keeps him with him at all times

His weapon is a trident, and his gun is a pistol

And finally, his Phantom Thief codename being Soul is meant to be a nod to the whole cognitive world thing, as well as a way of saying “This is who I am, and nobody is going to control me”, y’know?

Anyways, since Awakening, he basically just used the Meta Nav to see if anyone he disliked had a Palace so he could screw them over

He basically just… used the role solely to benefit himself until the others joined.

OH and he’s also the one that writes all the Calling Cards, even after the others join!

Heart

The second member of the Phantom Thieves, who joined a few months after the initial founding

Since he’s blind, it took him until after he awakened his Persona to realise he was in another world (Soul basically just accidentally dragged him in and was like “uh. uhhh no need to worry just stay here and let me do this thing real quick okay????”)

His Phantom Thief attire is similar to Joker’s: black coat with kinda tuxedo-y looks, and a purple galaxy print on the little tails, and his mask is actually just his blindfold except purple with golden seams

You’d think he’d make a really bad Phantom Thief, but no: he can actually see perfectly fine in his Phantom Thief attire, for reasons I’ll explain in a bit

His Persona, Artemis, looks basically the same as she did in P2 at first glance: but with six wings, dual crossbows, and a crescent moon for a head, surrounded by multiple eyes

Her damage type is Curse (with a fair bit of Healing skills), and her weakness is Bless

His weapon is a sword, and his gun is a TOMMY GUN

Anyways, the reason why he can see in his Phantom Thief attire is because Artemis is his new eyes. When she’s summoned, his field of view changes to hers like third-person, which gets confusing really quick: so he tries to avoid summoning her for any longer than necessary

Aside from the general euphoria of being able to see again for the first time in like, years, when he was told his new friend is actually the Phantom Thief of Desires that’s been all over the news, he was like “YES. YEAH. I DIG THIS. LET ME HELP YOU. I WANT TO DO THIS TOO.”

As you can kinda tell, he’s basically like the Ryuji of the group: really bad at hiding that he’s a Thief. As well as in general the kinda similar vibe they give me.

He chose the name Heart mainly to fit with Soul, but as time passed it became more and more evident that he is, in a sense, the beating heart of the team

He was the one to encourage Soul to start going for bigger targets that are legitimately making people’s lives terrible, not just… random shmucks that he has a pointless grudge against

Mind

The third and final member of the Phantom Thieves of Desires, who joined a few weeks after Heart

Was one of the first people to start to catch onto the fact that that these two random people (who look suspiciously similar to him) might actually be the Phantom Thieves

When confronted about this, his suspects panicked, activated the Meta Nav trying to see if he has a Palace, and actually ended up pulling him in with them accidentally

He awakened his Persona after seeing the true nature of the kind of people they target, and realising “hey, maybe these guys have a point”.

His Phantom Thief Attire takes the form of some badass armour, complete with a blue cape with yellow highlights, and his mask is a metallic skull with five blue points like a crown: basically a more sci-fi version of Ryuji’s

His Persona, Apollo, kinda looks the same to how he did in P2, but with a more yellow-y and blue colour scheme, and six eyes

His damage type is Bless (with a fair bit of Support skills), and his weakness is Curse

His weapon is an axe, and his gun is a rifle

He also takes the role of the Navigator in the group, whereas beforehand the role was kinda haphazardly shared between Soul and Heart

And speaking of which: he decided on the codename Mind after realising how badly these idiots needed someone who has their shit together

After Awakening, he was just kinda like “FUCK. I guess I’m a Phantom Thief now.” and kinda brooded for a while before just deciding to deal with all the risks

It was never a question to him wether he was going to join after Awakening: the thought of just doing his own thing with his new power never occurred to him, actually

He and Heart kinda bicker a lot, but it’s never actually violent bickering like in canon. Just, like, little petty sibling arguments.

He was also the first one to notice how they all look near-identical. Well, of course they noticed it before, but never really stopped to think about how weird it was.

oh yeah and Darrel is the Morgana stand-in

[fatheriimaginedyoutaller]

Untitled Batman and Robin (2023) rewrite

Soon to be avalaible on my Ao3

Summary: Bruce and Damian are getting used to their new house in downtown Gotham.

The yell of bloody murder coming from his son’s room echoed through the walls of the home. Surely the man of the house would be getting some noise complaints by the witchy landlady next morning. But that did not matter right now.

Bruce Wayne jolted on bed and sat up straight. His first instinct was to grab the bat-a-rang under his pillow and yell Damian’s name. But he stopped a millisecond before that. Breath caught in his throat. Because if Damian was in physical danger, he wouldn’t be screaming.

The single father sighed, and immediately felt bad upon doing it. How could you even entertain the idea of going back to bed? He self-deprecated. Damian is suffering. He is in pain. And it’s because of you. His body and mind were begging him to curl back into bed. His back in particular was shooting pain down his spine like a tazer. But he could not come back to bed for the life of his life. Not when his son kept screaming for Alfred to come back.

So Bruce took a deep breath as the screams on the room next to him subsided and turned into inaudible sobs (for the untrained ear at least), grabbed and swallowed the painkillers on his nightstand, reached for the cane next to his bed and got up into action.

Even though it would qualify as an emergency, and therefore lack of pleasantries could be excused, the father knocked on Damian’s bedroom door with the hook of his cane. He waited three seconds for each knock, as to give his son time to put on a mask of indifference. Both for his sake and Damian’s. Bruce hated seeing him like that and the boy was not eager to be perceived either.

To Bruce’s surprise, Damian stayed put. So he had to open the door on his own.

The Former Batman was met with the vision of his son sitting on bed with his legs pressed to his chest by his arms, covering the logo of Bruce’s old Pink Floyd t-shirt. The man could see his boy’s toes wiggling in anxiety from under the sleeves of his oversized black pants.

But what caught Bruce’s attention the most, was the fact that Damian seemed to be whispering to himself.

“A fireplace to the left, an old red rug all over the floor— The boy kept his stare fixed into a point into the void of the beige wallpaper of his small room.

“Damian?” Bruce raised an eyebrow, knuckles tightly wrapped around his cane in concern. “What are you doing?”

The boy kept repeating seemingly random words while taking slow steady breaths. Inhale, 5 seconds of holding and then exhale. He repeated this for about 30 seconds as Bruce stood still trying to process what Damian was trying to do.

“A small bed with a cubical pillow, my violin standing in the left corner…”

Bruce was about to reach out and take his hand to shake him out of the trance he was seemingly in… when he connected the dots.

It was a grounding technique.

He was recounting the old items in his bedroom back at Wayne Manor. As a way to calm himself. Bruce had read about that technique; but it never occurred to him that Damian could be using them for his night terrors. That was… quite clever of the boy to think of.

The Former Batman blinked and took a seat at the foot of Damian’s bed.

“What else is there?” Bruce asked, encouraging him to go on with his description of his room back at the manor.

Damian kept inhaling and exhaling. “Two swords hanging on the north wall, forming an X above grandmother’s old wardrobe…”

Bruce gritted his teeth at the mention of his mother but put his feelings aside for a moment due to the circumstances. He kept asking Damian for details about his own old room. How it smelled, the color of the walls and even how the fire from the hearth looked after it died down during cold winter nights.

After a few minutes of back and forth, Damian’s toes stopped wiggling, his breathing stabilized and his pupils returned to their normal size.

As the boy came back from the confines of his own mind, Bruce could not help but stare at him; Damian's eyes were of a light honey, brownish color and his hair was jet black and curly. But that was where the physical similarities with his father ended. The rest of his appearance snitched on him as a raw, bonafide Al-Ghul; those monolid shaped eyes, the brown skin with warm undertones and the slender build made it so that fact was irrefutable. Even more so now that he had let his hair grow until it reached his shoulders. Just like his mother…

The boy did not usually look people in the eye, and this was no exception. He usually focused on some type of quirk of a person’s face and went from there, as to simulate neurotypicality. For his father, that quirk was a small brown mole in his nose.

“I’m fine…” Damian pronounced with a believable conviction, voice cracking notwithstanding— he was fourteen after all.— and immediately started stimming nervously with Talia’s golden necklace; by passing his fingers around the chain. The one Bruce told him to take off for sleeping due to being a possible choking hazard.

Bruce sighed loudly with his arms extended in front of him, both hands gripping into his walking cane. A bit of pain shot up his spine, but it was manageable. He wanted to say something comforting.

“They’ll end up kicking us out if this keeps happening…” He blurted out without thinking. Damian did not seem phased, but Bruce was mentally kicking himself.

He was still figuring out how to be an actual father.

Damian let out a big sigh. “It’s the walls…”

Bruce blinked in confusion. “The… walls?”

“They’re all colored in this weird… beige color. They make me feel trapped, ” Damian explained. Shuddering a bit. “It drives me insane…”

Bruce nodded slowly in understanding. The boy did seem to be overly sensitive to muted colors.

“I see, “ He said. “Would it help if we did a re-paint job?”

“Depends, is it on…. The Budget?” Damian pondered.

Bruce grimaced a bit before sighing. Money had been significantly tighter ever since Vandal Savage bought out Wayne Manor and the Joker hacked into his bank account. Plus, Damian’s antipsychotic medications, Bruce’s painkillers, and the food they both needed to keep themselves in peak condition were not that cheap. Not to mention that he kept donating most of Wayne Enterprises money to fighting inequality (mostly educational) in Gotham City. Something the stubborn head of the Wayne household would not budge on. No matter how detrimental to his own self interest.

Hence, the invention of The Budget.

“We can manage…” Bruce finally said after a while. Damian stared at him. Unimpressed. He sighed again.

Damian looked away. He bit his lip. It was not often that he metaphorically bit his tongue. He had no problem with saying what was on his mind. At any given point. And yet he struggled to get his thoughts out until the fateful question practically exploded out of his mouth.

“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to go live with the Teen Titans?”

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing that, even though it was the most logical question… Why couldn't Bruce live on his own until things went back to normal?

The man shifted at the foot of the bed. A bit of a pain shooting up his back. He could not answer that question without sounding so… vulnerable. Which he was still workshopping to be in front of his youngest.

How do you explain to your son that you merely want his company?

Luckily for him. Damian caught his drift and decided to drop the subject.

“In any case,” he coughed into his fist casually. “I will get used to the walls sooner or later…”

“Yeah,” Bruce sighed again as he used his cane to get up. “Try to get some sleep. We'll talk some more in the morning.”

Damian nodded in silence. and places his weighted blanket on top of him. He positioned himself perfectly still with his back against the mattress, as he closed his eyes.

Bruce took a moment to look at him from his spot under the doorframe. How can someone be growing up so fast yet still look so young?

Since Damian was yet to be enrolled in a schooling program. The boy slept until past 11am. Bruce did not seem to mind as he took advantage of the solitude to walk around the house as recommended by his physician. Hand always gripping out to his cane for support.

The man eventually reached his father's old couch in the living room. He plopped down into it and left out a huge amount of air out of his mouth. He looked around the room. His son was right, the beige wallpaper was sort of suffocating.

Bruce had not really allowed himself to grieve his old home properly. Even though he had managed to rescue a lot of trinkets from it; His mother's spinet piano, his father's old stethoscope and a bunch of important legal documents and sentimental photos.

However, not all of them could be exposed around the house. They were playing a part.

Oracle had forged them both new identities in the wake of the loss of their home. As they could not risk being caught. People could start asking questions when Batman stopped being seen at the same time Bruce Wayne “eloped with his francé to the Caribbean.”

No, it was better this way.

Bruce felt the light as air steps of his son coming down the halls. He quickly put on his best neutral expression and turned around to face him.

“Morning… Rashid.” Bruce still struggled with his pronunciation.

“Morning baba.” Damian said flawlessly, as if he had been practicing the charade in front of the mirror.

Bruce allowed his facial features to relax upon seeing his son ready to start off the day. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt, a black sports jacket with two yellow stripes down his arms, ripped jeans and his signature mid calf green boots.

Bruce stood up slowly and followed his son on the way to the kitchen. He had not made him breakfast as Damian had very particular needs in that department. Plus, he liked appearing self-sufficient.

The man watched how his son made his own tea and prepared his wontons and went over to the fridge to pick up the last latke. Not even Bruce could help but smile at seeing his son eating the food. He was not even mad it was the last one.

As Damian prepared the meal. Bruce leaned a bit closer on the counter, entertaining himself by watching his son and listening to the faint sound of music that came out of his headphones.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag

Hoo, they're red, white and blue

And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"

Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no senator's son, son

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, no

“I see you've been spending time with Jon again…” Bruce commented with a chuckle.

Not that Damian could not find classic songs on his own. Ra's Al Ghul was at goddamn Woodstock after all. But one couldn't help but wonder how much being the pseudo-younger brother of Jonathan Samuel Kent, the son of Superman and a known anti war activist, could influence the boy's taste in media.

Damian took off his headphones and looked at Bruce. “Huh?”

Bruce chuckled again. “Nothing.”

The man smiled and was about to say something else when a terrible thumping pain shoot through spine. He grimaced and gritted his teeth as his hands quickly went over to his lower back.

Damian quickly and swiftly went over to his side and offered his father the seat next to him.

“Breath.” He instructed.“I'll go get your vicodin.”

“No!” Bruce said slightly louder than he intended. He reached out to his son's shoulder and gripped it. Causing Damian to look at him curiously. “Just… just…” He struggled to get his thoughts out.

“Just don't go.” Damian's eyes widened in surprise.

Bruce insisted as he gripped in harder. “It's a spasm… it'll pass…”

It was true. But Bruce knew how much Damian hated seeing him in physical pain. And how skeptical he was of Bruce's words when it came to his medical status. After all, only one of them had finished college medicine courses, and it wasn't him.

However, Damian stayed put. He slowly reached out for Bruce’s hand on his shoulder and started to massage it gently as he took a seat next to his father.

“Breath…” He repeated as he kept drawing perfect circles on the vacuum of his hand with his thumb.

Bruce inhaled and exhaled Slowly as the pain subsided. Suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so emotionally vulnerable a few moments ago. He stole one glance at Damian, as if to confirm he was not uncomfortable with his sudden display of human emotion.

They both stayed like that for a while until Bruce’s pain completely passed. Only leaving an aura of discomfort in his mid-back. The man sighed in relief, and Damian took that as a sign to let go of his hand.

An awkward pause made itself present before Damian spoke.

“How's the pain? Scale from one to ten…” He asked in a clinical manner.

Bruce smirked. “About a two point five, ” He said. “Nothing your old man cannot handle.”

Damian rolled his eyes at hilow Bruce called himself. He remembered to play the part, even when they were alone at their new house.

“I'm glad, baba.” Damian answered sincerely.

The Former Batman nodded.

Damian stood up from his seat. “My tutor should be here at any minute now…”

“Right, right.” Bruce said as he slowly stood up with the help of his cane. “And I have a few things to do at the office…”

He was technically allowed to work from home due to his newly developed “Ski injury” but he wanted to give Damian a space to be where he could express himself in private.

His son nodded. “I've prepared you a sack lunch bag…” He said. “It's in the fridge…” and with that he left to prepare for his arts and music lesson with Carrie Kelly.

Bruce looked at him curiously. But went over to the fridge anyway. There he saw the sack lunchbox, it was of considerable size. He took it and took a peek at it.

There was one banana, a carefully constructed salad with lettuce, red onions, chickpeas and blue cheese. A juice box and… the actual last latke.

Bruce allowed himself to chuckle softly.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Modern, sort of, Lucemond, Aemond is a painter)

Lucerys truly didn't mean to ruin it. He swears up and down he didn't see the uncapped paint on the floor. He really, really, really was sorry.

He knew how important that painting was to him, it was that of Alys, his ex-wife, though he wasn't sure why they divorced. He knew he loved that painting of her, draped in blue robes that are a bit translucent, with jewelry and embroidery, how he saw it as a challenge to paint an exquisitely detailed painting of her that took days to finish before giving it to her on her name day. She returned it after the final proceedings, saying she didn't want it anymore.

And now it had a splatter of black paint on it, covering the extremely detailed painting of jewelry and lace, some small parts even landed on her face. He did try wiping it off with tissue paper in a panic, hoping to wipe it off before the paint sets in, but the paint just spread, the details were skewed, and parts of the tissue paper where on the canvas. He then tried wet cotton balls, but it somehow managed to also take parts of the original paint off.

By the time Aemond returned, the lower half of the painting was unrecognizable, and Lucerys was damn well close to tears.

They were just getting better. They were finally in speaking terms again, Aemond even offered to help him learn how to paint, the very reason he was even allowed in Aemond's private painting room, something that, according to step-grandmother Alice, was a rare offer from Aemond. And now his mistake might have caused their entire fragile relationship to break into shambles again.

His started to cry when he saw Aemond looking at his ruined work, mumbling a mixture of sorry's, and I didn't mean to's. He continues to stare at his painting, with an expression Lucerys can't pinpoint, and that made him turn back to the anxious little boy he once was, afraid of rejection, afraid to be hated by his favorite uncle once again.

He didn't expect Aemond to cup his crying face so gently, nor did he expect him to wipe his tears with his thumb. He expected many things, but he didn't expect his uncle to comfort him.

"It's just a painting, what are you crying for?"

That just made it worse, curse his over reactive tear ducts. He tried calming himself, and cursed himself again when more tears were produced instead.

"I...I'm sorry.." He whispered, fearing that if he spoke any more louder, his voice would crack. "I ruined it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..."

Damn these tears!

If it had been before, he was certain Aemond would call him a cry baby, a man of nine and ten, crying over spilt paint. In fact, he was so sure, so certain that that was what he would do now, besides angrily shouting at him for ruining his work. He heard of him shouting at Alys, his model and then wife, for moving, because he felt it ruined his vision. He didn't, though. Surprisingly. Really surprisingly. He was calm. Or he acted calm. Lucerys is in too much of a mess to notice the small details of Aemond.

"Yes, that you did."

Lucerys really, really should stop crying. Stop it. Stop it for gods' sake!

"That's alright. You can just help me recreate it."

Lucerys looked at him, trying to stop his hiccups, confused. He didn't even know how to paint, and that was Aemond's greatest work so far. How in the seven hells was he supposed to help him recreate the painting?!

"I'm afraid you might be mistaking me for a genius, uncle." He sniffed. "I barely know how to paint an alright flower."

"Oh, not in painting. No, I think you've shown just how disasterous that can be."

Lucerys fought to keep the pout off of his mouth, the hiccups subsiding a bit. Now that wasn't fair. It was an accident. Just because he didn't notice the uncapped paint on the floor before stepping on it, doesn't mean he would be horrible with a brush.

"I'm thinking more of...modeling."

It took a few seconds before Lucerys connected the dots, face burning as soon as he understood the implication. He glanced at the painting, at the slightly translucent robe. Surely his uncle wasn't thinking of putting him in that thing. Surely.

He glanced at Aemond, hoping to see a rare expression akin to an "I'm joking" face. He wasn't. He was serious.

"Uncle, I'm..I'm alright with modeling, but perhaps I can model something else? I'm sure you'd like to paint something different from-"

"Lucerys, you don't seem to understand. I don't mean to fully copy my original, I mean to expand, to better the old. And I do like challenging myself to make a better version of my masterpiece."

He felt himself relaxing a bit. So it wouldn't be like the original? He wouldn't need to wear that type of clothing?

"So, what exactly would you change, uncle?"

"Come tomorrow, and you'll find out."

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Lucerys couldn't even look at himself in the mirror, too embarrassed, as Aemond fixed the jewelry wrapped around him. He thought it would be embarrassing to wear Alys' slightly translucent robe. He would actually be glad to wear it now rather than the sheer monstrosity of the robe and everything else he was made to wear.

What his uncle brought out was fully transparent, (though it was rather soft, nice to the touch), and that wasn't even the worst of it. He was even made to wear bejeweled underwear, for the extra challenge of detail, his uncle said. By the time his uncle fixed the rest of the outer jewelry to exactly as he wished it to be, he headed to the sofa, where Alys posed, but was stopped by Aemond.

He leads him to the bedroom instead.

Aemond had already set things up, and only asked Lucerys to lay on the bed, fixing his pose. Though a bit uncomfortable, being in Aemond's bedroom and all that, he followed his uncle's orders.

"Place your hand a little higher...that's it. Beautiful, nephew."

He blushed a bit, not wanting to admit how much he enjoyed the praise.

"Now, don't move. If you're feeling tired, tell me, and we'll take a short break."

"Yes, uncle."

So he laid there, determined not to move, as he felt his uncle's eye roaming around his body. It was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and Aemond painting.

When the first session was done, Lucerys sat up, careful not to accidentally move the jewels around as much. Aemond helped him up to his feet.

"Well done, Lucerys."

This continued on for days, with Lucerys slowly becoming more and more comfortable with the transparent robe, with Aemond's eye on him, taking in every detail, the way an artist would.

During his final session, he was a bit sad to part with the robe. He built up a bit of courage to ask for it, and his uncle looked up him funny.

"This is the first time I've ever modelled, and I'd like to have it as a remembrance of sorts, please qybor?"

".... Alright."

When Lucerys was meant to leave, Aemond stopped him. "Lucerys, what do you think of modelling for my next painting?"

Lucerys was surprised with this. But, thinking about it, it was rather enjoyable. It made him feel...pretty, though he has yet to see the painting, (his uncle insists he would show it once it was ready) he liked the feeling of being treated like a piece of art. So he agreed.

When it was time for Aemond to reveal his new masterpiece, he only called for Lucerys. This made Lucerys both excited and nervous. It was his first time modelling, and he was also curious. How did the painting look like? Would it match up to the one with Alys? Would it be better? Or did he make it worse? Is that why he only called for him?

When Aemond revealed the painting, Lucerys gasped. It was beautiful. It was detailed. He can see now, why he only called Lucerys to see it. Had he called the entire family today, Lucerys would have exploded. His step-father would have tried to kill Aemond. His mother would have called him beautiful, while simultaneously cursing her half-brother to the ground. Aemond's mother almost fainted when Aemond showed her the original work with Alys, she might start chanting prayers if she saw this one.

"Quite a beautiful model you are, nephew." Aemond whispered in his ear. "Such a provocative body, with such an innocent face."

"I look forward to having you as my new muse."

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I reposted this because I forgot to add tags last time. 😅

If anyone was wondering, this photo from Twitter inspired me.

And I have to admit, it's a bit rushed😅

So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

[redskull199987]

Goodbye Suguru

Geto Suguru x fem!reader Word count:2.1k Warnings:Major injuries, blood loss, swearing, angst at the end, but some fluff in between Summary: You didn´t see Suguru since he left you and your friends on that fateful day after Riko´s death. But when you and Satoru take in a new student, he suddenly seems to be interested again…

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Your heart was beating at an ungodly speed, your breath was going fast and your limbs hurt from exorcising so many cursed spirits. But you had to make it in time, you just had to. Satoru was too busy, you knew he wouldn't make it back to Jujutsu Tech in time. 

But you could make it.

You just hoped that your students would be alright. That they would be alive. You knew what Suguru was capable of and he wouldn't hesitate to kill kids, especially someone like Maki who was born without cursed energy.  

Your train of thoughts came to a sudden halt as you finally reached the familiar school grounds. You didn't even have to enter, as you already saw the damage from outside. Huge parts of the main buildings were entirely destroyed. But you could only guess  whose deeds  these were.

You quickly made your way towards a nearby alley, which was a shortcut to the main site. To say that you were surprised by who you met there, would be an understatement. 

"You're late.”, Suguru said,”Even though I didn't expect you here, Y/N.”

You didn't say anything, too busy staring at him, or rather the right side of his body. You saw that his arm had been blown off, which gave you a little bit of Hope that at least Yuta would be alive. 

“To think you'd be the one here at my end.”, he continued without waiting for an answer,”Is my family safe?” You were a bit taken aback by his question, but answered nonetheless:”Everyone of them managed to escape. The ones in Kyoto were under your orders too, right?”

Suguru only smiled at you, leaning further into the wall he was sitting against:”Yeah, unlike you, I'm a kind Person.” You could only scoff at his words, choosing not to answer him.

”You and Satoru sent those two assuming that I`d defeat them, didn't you? To set Okkotsu off”, Suguru finally asked.

You sighed:”We…I trusted you. Trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn't kill off young sorcerers without a reason.”

“Trust, huh?”, he grinned,” I didn't think I still had any of that left.”

His words almost made you tear up. Even though you put on a tough demeanor in front of him, it still pained you to see him like this. Only a shell of the man he once was. The man you once loved.

Upon hearing your silence, Suguru lifted his remaining arm and threw a card at you:”Return this for me, will you?” You briefly looked at it and realized that it was Yuta´s student ID card. “Was the elementary school your doing too?”, you asked quietly, finally connecting all the dots in your head.

“Yeah.”, Suguru mumbled, not seeming to care about the children that he put in danger. 

“I can't believe you.”, you hissed under your breath,”Do you have any last words?”

You were bluffing. Both you and Suguru knew that you couldn't kill him. For once you had used up too much of your cursed energy in the fight at Shinjuku and secondly, you knew that you could never work up the courage to kill the man you once loved, maybe still did. 

Nevertheless, Suguru decided to answer like you were in fact about to kill him:”No matter what anyone says, I hate those monkeys. But I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High. I just couldn´t wear a heartfelt smile in this world.” 

You only looked at him for a couple of seconds before deciding on your answer. You took a few steps forward, kneeling in front of him. You trusted that he wouldn't try to harm you in any way. That at least a small part of him that loved you, was still there.

“Suguru.”, you finally said. A newfound calmness in your voice, that even surprised the man in front of you. His head shot up, his big eyes looking at you expectantly. But you only smiled at him, raising your hand to softly caress his face. Suguru breathed in deeply before finally leaning into your touch.

“Like old times, eh?”, he asked, now also smiling. “Oh, Su. I wish it was. Believe me, I do.”, you mumbled, the smile on your face fading,”You remember the day where you kissed me for the first time?”

“As clear as day.”, he immediately answered. 

You thought it would be easy. You always did. After all, you had Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru at your side. Apart from your own skills as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. If you even added Shoko Ieiri to the picture, you were basically unstoppable. But unfortunately, you were rarely sent in groups of four, so you were stuck with the two men at an abandoned Villa right now. 

More specifically, you ended up leaning against a wall, with a massive hole in your chest, trying not to bleed out. It was only now that you realized how smart this cursed spirit was. It had forced you to split up from each other and with the help of a partly executed domain expansion, it was able to lure you deeper into it´s trap, until it had worn you out enough to land a fateful blow on you.At this point, you could only hope that Suguru and Satoru were alright. You were almost sure that Satoru was already on his way to find you and Suguru. His technique made him almost invincible. 

“Ah…fuck.”, you mumbled, as you came to a sudden halt. Your vision was getting blurry and you weren't sure if you could keep walking forward. Looking back, you saw the dark red splotches of Blood you had left behind on the floor and wall.You tried to pull yourself together to keep going forward. You had already tried to conduct cursed energy towards your wound, to keep it from bleeding too much. But you were already on edge, your cursed energy was about to run out and the fact that you were on the verge of dying didn't make anything better. 

"Y/N?! Are you there!?”

Your head shot up, upon hearing Suguru´s voice. A small spark of hope bloomed inside of you, causing your body to start moving again. You slowly stepped forward again, trying to reach the hall that was laying in front of you.

“Su-Suguru?!”, you tried to yell, but immediately doubled over in pain.“Y/N? Where are you?”, you heard him ask again. 

You continued to stumble forward, until your legs finally gave in. With a thud you landed on the wooden floor. The impact knocking the air out of your lungs. A few coughs left your lips, as you tried to push yourself up again, but it was useless. If Suguru or Satoru couldn´t find you, you would die at this place.

“Y/N!!”

You looked up and there he was. The boy you were madly in love with, but were too shy to ever tell him.

“Su…”, you mumbled, paying the nickname no further thought, as he sprinted over to you.  Without hesitation, Suguru lifted your head onto his lap, pulling your body closer to his.

“What did you get yourself into again, Y/N?”, he mumbled, as he put his hand on top of your wound. You gasped, as you felt how he sent cursed energy through your body, helping you to deal with the blood loss.

“I knew that you'd come and save me”, you smiled,”My knight in shining armor.”

You saw how Suguru´s cheeks slightly reddened, as he glanced away for a second, probably scanning the room for any cursed spirits.

“That would probably be Satoru, don´t you think?”, he finally said, looking back down at you.

“No.”, you said, without thinking,”It's always been you, Su.”

Suguru´s eyes widened as he realized what you meant, but it was too late. He didn't have time to answer, as you already slipped into Unconsciousness.

“No! Y/N!? Wake up! Come on, you have to stay awake for me!!”, was all that Satoru heard, as he finally found Suguru, holding your unconscious body.

It took you longer to wake up than Suguru could handle. He was at your side day and night. Basically neglecting himself entirely. So, naturally, you had to wake up after Shoko sent him away to get a shower and a proper night of sleep. 

He made his way to you, almost instantly after Satoru scrambled into his room to tell him the good news. The white haired man had of course talked with you before. Obviously making sure you were okay, you were one of his closest friends after all. But he also told you how Suguru had acted after you lost your Consciousness. The way he never left your side, until Shoko had kicked him out of your room.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”, was the first thing Suguru said upon entering your room. You were sitting on your bed, eying him carefully. He didn't wear his uniform, but instead was clothed into a black jumper and sweatpants. His hair was slightly disheveled but apart from that, it looked like it always did. The most obvious thing were the dark circles under his eyes that betrayed him. 

“I'm alright.”, you finally said,”Thank you for saving me, Suguru.”

He visibly relaxed at your words, as he finally walked over to you, sitting down on the bed next to your smaller form.

“You scared the shit out of me.”, he admitted, after a few seconds of silence.

“I´m sorry.”, you mumbled, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

You felt how Suguru carefully put his arm around you:”Don't be. You're alive, that's all that matters.”

“I…I have to tell you something.”, you stuttered, looking up at him. His brown eyes lingered on you lovingly.

“It´s okay.”, he smiled,”I know, my love.”

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, as he softly grasped your face, caressing your cheek lovingly. You felt the warmth of his body next to you, his shallow breath on your skin and you swore, you could almost hear his heart beating as loud as your own.

“Can I kiss you?”, he finally asked, his gaze shifting from your eyes towards your lips.

“Please.”, you said, before his lips collided with yours. The kiss was sweet and short, but emotional. You could feel how relieved Suguru was to have you back. That you were alive and breathing. 

“I'm never going to let anything happen to you again.”, he mumbled against your lips, after you parted. A small smile made its way onto your face:”Same goes for you.”

He chuckled at your words. You never talked about it, but you knew that he was by far

stronger than you.

Instead of saying anything, Suguru chose to simply kiss you again.

“It could be like that again.”, Suguru mumbled, putting his hand on top of yours,”Just you and me against the rest of the world.”

“You know it will never be like that again.”, you mumbled,”Not after what you did.”

“Please my love”, he begged, squeezing your hand,”After everything I did in my life, leaving you behind is the only thing I regret.”

“I know, Su.”, you said, trying to keep your emotions at bay,”But I can never join you. I could never help you do such cruel things.”

A short silence came up between you two, before you decided on your next words.

“My eyes see Suguru Geto in front of me. But my heart knows that he is not the Man I once loved.”

You watched as a sad smile formed on Suguru´s face, as his hand, that was previously holding yours, fell to the ground. “Then allow me to ask you for one last thing.”, he muttered, his eyes focused on the ground.

You only nodded, awaiting his request.

“Please, my love. Allow me to kiss you one last time, before we part ways forever.”, he quietly asked.

This time, you couldn't help the tears that rolled down your face, as you leaned forward to connect your lips with his. You tasted blood on him, a sign that he was severely hit this time. But you also felt his passion. He knew that this was the end, so he poured everything he had into this one last kiss.And so did you.

And then the moment ended.

You parted from him and immediately rose back to your feet again. You looked down on him one last time, before you turned around to find your students.

“Goodbye, Suguru.”

[owl-it-here]

Headcanon Hell: One Piece #1

Ever since I became interested in the series I have been wondering about Luffy's family tree. I know that to this day the biological mother hasn't been revealed, but she is not the one I would like to focus on here but the Monkey D family. (I generally don't mind if it turns out that Crocodaile is his bio mom, or that Dragon had on-and-off relationships with Nico Olivia, but that's a whole different headcanon hell).

First of all, it has always seemed to me that : Gol D Roger, Portgas D Ace, Monkey D Garp and Luffy look similar to some extent. This is a bit of a stretch but it would explain Garp's behavior to some extent. Garp as a character is known for his moral code. He is stubborn, but for the family at least, he makes minor exceptions. (Even if he later regrets not making greater ones). Ace counts as family (grandson), but so did Roger. For me, the proof is both that scene in prison and that they fought together against Rocks D Xebec (especially since arguably the younger Garp was the more headstrong he was). Based on the fact that Garp is a naval hero, tenacious against pirates, who is forgiven for some of his missteps because of his strength. Could he do it just becouse he wanted, if Luffy took that part of his personality from him, sure, but would it be more likely, if they shared some deeper bond, yes. (I would have forgotten, but in addition, both Roger and Garp are from East Blue, and based on how D is scattered, this may or may not be a complete coincidence). And so I came up with the theory that maybe they are cousins - Garp and Roger. If they had a little bigger age difference then maybe they could even have a nephew-uncle kind of relationship. If the difference was at least 10 years then maybe he had an older sister who had a child with Gol D. Somehow remarkably few characters have biological siblings, so it wouldn't be the silliest idea. (In my own head I named the potential sister Monkey D Enid).

Second, in reference to Rocks D Xebec. Monkey D Dragon clearly takes after his mother's family. About which we don't know much either. Many fans have compared the appearance of Dragon and Xebec - they do look similar. And they probably made similar conclusions to me, somewhere there was a “marriage” between Monkey D and Rocks D. Due to the fact that we don't know Garp's wife, my brain automatically connected the dots. She must have been Xebec's sister or daughter. Based on generation differences, likely a daughter. (Drumroll please … Rocks D Corvette - boat like name). I imagine it was a similar situation to the one between Yamato and Kaido.

We still don't know everything about the events of that time. The question of Shanks' origin also comes up there. (Following this line of thought, Shanks could also be related, part anchor as a name, related to the boat, but less obvious so as not to cause unnecessary problems, unknown mother, as if there was a younger sister…. okay maybe I went too far).

Well headcanon is headcanon. Oda said that adventure is only possible if there is no mother, but the lack of even a mention of most of these women is just sad. Especially in the context of the main characters.