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myonepiece · 3 years

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Hey :) which characters do you think are the best in... (sfw)

-giving loving massages

-make you lough

-help you achieving your goals and

-kissing

(Perhaps you can name five for each category)

Have a wonderful Day 🌟🌟

Characters best at: massages, making you laugh, supporting, kissing

Description: 5 characters best at massages, 5 best at making you laugh, 5 best at helping you achieve your goals, 5 best at kissing

Warnings: none

A/N: So I’m not sure if you were expecting minks, but I did included Chopper and Bepo because they have a place in this list, I hope you don’t mind! 💕

Massages

1. Marco- for one, he’s a doctor. And despite his job and position and everything, his hands are surprisingly soft. He knows the perfect amount of pressure to use as well as where to specifically massage to get rid of tension. He likes lavender oil or lotion. He doesn’t have a lot of time to do this, so it doesn’t happen a lot, so when it does it’s very romantic- candles and everything. Usually silent, but he’ll lean down and kiss you occasionally, whispering sweet words.

2. Robin- okay her devil fruit power? I mean come on. It’s so calm and quiet, a very peaceful atmosphere. She always uses lavender or floral scents and lets you talk about your day or she’ll hum a random tune, maybe tell you a story. She uses her devil fruit power to massage multiple places, like both your shoulders as well as your lower back and arms.

3. Law- another doctor so he knows the places where certain muscles are, he knows certain techniques and pressure points to rid you of all tension and pain. He likes to use scented candles and oils, mostly vanilla or lavender, calming scents. He likes this activity because it’s quiet and intimate, a moment for just the two of you.

4. Rosinante- okay I know I know, but hear me out; yes he’s clumsy, but he can learn. His movements are slow and gentle, he focuses intensely so he doesn’t mess up and hurt you. He’ll listen to your every word, if you want him to use more pressure or less, or if there’s a certain place that’s sore/hurting. He’s like Law in the fact that he likes this because it’s an intimate activity. He likes to give you massages when you’re stressed so while he works you can talk to him.

5. Chopper- another one who’s on here because he’s a doctor, but also because he’s just so sweet and concerned during it, wondering if he’s hurting you. He loves sweet scented lotions and he prefers to have conversations, about your day, interests, dreams, just everything.

Making you laugh

1. Shanks- it’s almost always purely his action. When he’s drunk or really just doing anything that’s not important. He will do practically anything to get you to laugh, he’s great at silly faces. Tickles, this man loves tickles, givig or recieving. I feel like he also has those moments where you laugh so hard it starts sounding really wierd and funny, like ugly laughing, and it’s hilarious.

2. Rosinante- again it’s mostly his everyday actions. When he falls (and doesn’t hurt himself too bad) it’s funny, and lighting himself on fire. You also have like thise language of looks, if Doffy says something stupid or is acting like a diva, Rosinante will look at you like “here we go again”. He actually also trips on purpose sometimes, because he knows you find it funny. He also knows jokes, mostly puns, mostly stupid ones. But he laughs at them so much and so hard that it makes it funny. He’s also good at tickles

3. Luffy- also purely his actions, just everything. He lives to make you smile and he’ll do anything. He uses his devil fruit to stretch his cheeks or to let you play with his face like it’s puddy. He loves tickles too, and he loves peppering you with really fast, kind of reckless little kisses that tickle. Him and Shanks are pretty similar in the ways they make their S/O laugh.

4. Usopp- his stories, I mean come on. He loves making you smile ad laugh with his stories, he’ll make them as farfetched as he can but still stick to them and claim it’s true, just because you find it funny. He’ll make up stories so unbelievably stupid that you know they can’t be true, but Usopp will still say it happened because it makes you laugh more.

5. Buggy- I feel like this doesn’t need an explanation- he’s literally a clown. For one, his nose and the fact he always thinks people are insulting him, it’s hilarious. His interactions with his crew are just pure comedic gold. He’ll get embarrassed at his actions sometimes, but when he sees you laughing he’ll forget about anyone around that’s probably judging him and just focus on your smile and laugh. And his little stubble tickles a lot whenever he kisses you, sometimes he just nuzzle shis face against you because it you laugh at the sensation.

Helping you achieve your goals

1. Luffy- doesn’t really need an explanation, we all know how he is about helping people achieve their dreams. He’ll help you with anything you need, always there to protect you, cheer you up, etc. Not to mention this man is the loyalist. He’s willing to do anything no matter how extreme, I mean as long as it’s not cruel because that’s where he draws the line.

2. Ace- similar to his brother, except he’s a little bit more... ferocious? Like remember when he went after Blackbeard? He would have that persistence. He’s also very ambitious. Like Luffy, he’s very loyal and will have your back no matter what you’re trying to do. But he also knows what you shouldn’t do, like if he knows something is going to kill you/hurt you badly, he’ll tell you. But he’ll be there to pick you up when you fall, to encourage you if you lose confidence or lose your drive.

3. Bepo- we all see how much he helps Law, how comforting, caring, loyal, and encouraging he is. He’s more ofthe type to follow your orders to help you accomplish whatever, but he’s also like a reassuring presence- you always know you have someone. He’s always got your back and he’s great at pep talks and comforting cuddles.

4. Gol D. Roger- so I’m kind of going of of my thoughts here, but he’s like the type to ecncourage you and stand behind you no matter what. He’s ready to lend a hand or cheer you up, protect you and offer you apiece of mind. He’ll distract you from the hardships and keeps everything fun, he takes the pressure off of you. Having him by your side feels like someone has your back. at all times, which he does. He won’t judge you for your goals either. Whatever you want to achieve he’ll just be there for whatever and whenever you need.

5. Kaido- HEAR ME OUT- for Kaido’s S/O he would literally destory an island. He’s more of the “I’ll kill anyone and destory anything” type. He’ll kill anyone who’s standing in your way, threaten anyone, really he would do anything. He’s Kaido, he can do anything. He’s not the best with words, he’s probably the worst, so he shows how he cares through actions- usually violent actions. His “pep-talks” or his version of pep talks, are pretty aggressive and blunt and to the point, but it still works if you can handle it. I can not stress this, ask him to kill someone or destroy something and consider it done.

Kissing

1. Mihawk- perfect. I mean just by looking at the man you know he’s a good kisser. He can do slow, fast, passionate, rough, anything. Literally every kiss takes your breath away. He usually cups your cheek, places his hand on the nape of your neck, or holds the back of your head- but he always hold your hand.

2. Cavendish- again just looking at the man you know he’s a good kisser. Very similar to Mihawk, he takes your breath away and he can do a variety of different kisses. But he loves french kissing or soft and tender, always holds you during the moment and after.

3. Sanji- everyone should have expected him to be here somewhere. Just amazing at any types of kisses, he’s a lot like Cavendish except Sanji tends to let his hand explore or rest on the more... naughty? parts. You have to get passed the nosebleeds but once you do it’s amazing- he puts all of his love into his kisses.

4. Shanks- mostly experience. He knows how to make you weak in your knees and take your breath away, he can make the moment go from romantic to sexy in the blink of an eye. His kisses tend to be sloppy but they always make you feel protected and loved. He likes kissing your neck and it’s also his favorite place to be kissed.

5. Doflamingo- 9/10 of the time rough and fast and heated. It’s like he has control over you, and really you don’t mind. Kissing him feels like your protected and safe and you don’t have to worry about anything. Kisses are one of the ways Doffy shows he cares because he’s so bad at words.

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bombshellbois · 3 years

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Bait

@harringroveweekoflove

Harringrove Week of Love Day 2: Mythological Creature AU

Rating: T

Words: 1641

Summary: Steve is barely paid enough to scoop ice cream under the hot sun at the Hawkins Aquarium. He's definitely not paid enough to deal with their asshole of a science project.

Steve is used to Dr. Owens showing up at his job by now. The Scoops Ahoy stand at the Hawkins Aquarium sees most of the science staff at some point because Indiana summers are fucking hot and a 15% employee discount is a 15% employee discount. Dr. Owens doesn’t come for the ice cream, though. He comes to ruin Steve’s day, usually carrying a bucket of raw fish for the... secondary duties Steve has now.

There is no bucket today. There’s a black eye, a busted lip, and a ruined wetsuit under a Hawkins Aquarium windbreaker, but no bucket. The signs of carnage are not uncommon either.

“Harrington.”

“Still think having a mermaid in an aquarium is a good idea?” Steve asks, glancing at him briefly before he goes back to wiping down the stand’s serving counter.

“I didn’t ask your opinion,” Owens says shortly. Talking splits his lip back open.

“But you want something from me.”

“You’re on the clock, aren’t you?”

Steve could argue, and sometimes he has, that he’s on Scoops Ahoy’s clock, not Owens’. Not even the aquarium’s, technically. And he’s being paid 3 bucks an hour to sling ice cream, not deal with the world’s first known mermaid. But Owens seems to be having a tough day, so he lets it go.

“Fine. Robin will be back from her break in 5 minutes. What do you need?”

***

Once Robin is firmly in charge of the ice cream scoop, Steve heads to the giant laboratory at the back of the aquarium. The heavy door buzzes open as soon as whoever watches the cameras sees him coming. Yeah, they all know him here, the asshole in the sailor uniform who’s Owens’ bitch.

‘We need to clean the tank,’ Owens had said. Which meant they needed to empty the tank first.

Billy wasn’t having any of that, apparently.

Steve sighs as he climbs the industrial staircase up to the top of the massive 2-story tank. There’s a lot of humming in his ears from the giant industrial filter and all the equipment in the room. He can’t hear shit inside the tank, but he doesn’t need to. A cursory glance over his shoulder confirms that, yep, as per usual, he’s got a mermaid following behind him. Probably staring at his ass.

Billy pops up at the top of the tank, folding his arms on the rim of it as Steve reaches the top of the stairs. He shakes his head of wet, blond curls out, and grins when water splatters all over Steve’s blue work uniform. Steve has no idea where a mermaid learned to be such an asshole.

“Hey, pretty boy,” he says, running his tongue over his sharp teeth. Steve doesn’t know where he learned that either.

“Why are you roughing up Owens?” Steve asks, crouching on the platform along the lip of the tank, bringing himself down to Billy’s height. “You always bitch that your tank isn’t clean enough.”

“It’s not. Because it’s a fucking tank and not an ocean.” Billy flashes him a grin that shows off his teeth, like rows of pins. “What can I say? They don’t handle the merchandise correctly.”

Steve gives Billy a critical once-over. He’s all muscle, from the sturdy human trunk to the thick red tail that Steve has seen him use to break ribs. “Too delicate for Owens’ handling? That’s what you’re sticking with?”

Billy scrunches his nose, and that’s all the warning Steve gets. The giant fan of his tail fin pops out of the water and slaps down on the surface, hard. It sprays Steve with more cold water that definitely, definitely needs that cleaning. He coughs and splutters, fumbling for his hat when it falls. Billy makes a grab for it, but Steve manages to slap his hand away. This time. Billy already has two of these stashed somewhere in his tank, and Steve’s boss is going to start charging him if he keeps losing them. Even if it’s aquarium property that’s stealing them.

“Were you saying something there, princess?”

“Asshole.” Steve drops his weight back and sits on his butt. “What’s got your mer-panties in a wad? Seriously.”

Billy’s tail fin slides back under the water and he shrugs. “Where’ve you been? You haven’t come to see me.”

Ah. That’s probably it. “Missed me?”

That earns him a dramatic rolling of eyes as if Billy has ever heard of anything so absurd. As if he hasn’t just roughed up a man in his fifties to get Steve to come to his tank. As if Steve is somehow the unreasonable one here.

“It’s okay if you did.”

“We don’t feel shit like that. Merfolk aren’t pussies.”

Steve is pretty sure that’s a lie. According to Owens, mermaids might have a very complex system of interpersonal relationships, which may or may not include bonding the way humans do, blah blah blah. From what Steve can tell, Billy’s pretty human in respect to how his emotions work. He’s just a typical guy about them, meaning he doesn’t want to talk about them or acknowledge that they exist.

He really hates that he’s the emotionally mature one here. That is not a thing that should be happening in Steve’s life right now. Robin has already confirmed for him that if emotions were a car, he wouldn’t even have a learner’s permit. He’d still be on roller skates. It’s a sound analogy, and it’s comforting because it confirms what Steve pretty much already knew.

“I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you,” he says because it’s just faster. Pointing out that he’s not allowed inside this place unless Owens has requested his help won’t end well. Steve is pretty sure that’ll make Billy just dig in his proverbial heels every time he wants to see Steve. That’s kind of sweet, in a Billy sort of way, but Steve doesn’t want to suddenly find himself working six days a week and on-call for Sundays even though the aquarium is closed. Easier to just take the blame.

Billy huffs a breath out through his nose. “You’re just being nice so I’ll let them clean the tank.”

“And you were only an asshole to Owens so I’d show up and be nice to you,” Steve points out. He’s learned not to let Billy’s bullshit slide. He might be some majestic legend of the sea, but he’s also an asshole. And an opportunist.

Billy breaks out into a grin, doing that Thing with his tongue again. “You got me.”

“So. Will you let them clean the tank?” Steve asks. “I’ll bring you your lunch in the holding tank and tell you about the bullshit new ice cream flavor they’re making us push.”

Billy looks up and off to one side as if he’s considering it. “Hm... sure.”

That was relatively easy. Small mercies. “Awesome,” Steve says, getting to his feet, sneakers squeaking on the wet platform. “I’ll tell Owens to get that hammock thing th—“

“But only if you carry me.”

Steve stares down at him. Billy just gives him a shit-eating grin, popping his tail fin back up and swaying it in what Steve swears is a taunt. Not that he knows anything about mermaid body language but that... that’s taunting right there.

“No.”

“Then I’m not leaving my tank.”

“Billy.”

“Steve.”

Steve flails helplessly, gesturing to include all of Billy. “Dude. You’re over 200 lbs.”

Billy fakes an affronted look and pats his sculpted abdomen. “Hey. I’ve been watching my figure.”

“Your tail is the size of a person.”

“Only a small-to-medium size person.”

“I am not hauling your slimy ass down two flights of stairs.” Steve is not paid enough for this bullshit to begin with, but this is a whole new level of paid that he’s not getting.

“Excuse you, I am not slimy!” Billy strikes the water again with his tail on a hard angle, sending a small wave of water crashing over Steve. Then he shoves back from the side of the tank and starts to submerge.

“No, no, no!” Steve coughs and wipes the water from his face, crouching back down. “Okay. Okay, you win, I’ll carry you.”

Billy pauses and raises an eyebrow. “...And?”

“And... you’re not slimy.” Steve has no idea if that’s true or not because he doesn’t usually have to haul Billy’s entire ass around. But apparently, he’s about to find out.

***

Getting down two flights of industrial stairs with a mermaid whose tail is the size of Steve when the whole thing is out of the water is... interesting. In a lot of bad ways. Steve’s arms feel like they might rip out of his sockets after the first five steps because Billy is well over 200 lbs of muscle and fucking fish scales and maybe he’s not slimy but he’s definitely slippery. And then he has to get up a half flight of stairs to get Billy to the smaller holding tank.

Billy thinks the whole thing is hilarious, and also steals his hat in the process.

The only satisfaction Steve gets is dropping Billy’s heavy mer-ass into the holding tank completely without ceremony. Which, as he should have remembered, does the same thing as dropping any other large, heavy object into the water. Steve gets soaked for a third time today when the wave it creates crashes over him, but at least this one doesn’t reek. And maybe it even gets some of the fish smell out of his uniform.

Billy pops back up from the water, laughing his ass off. “Good thing you look good wet, pretty boy,” he says, leaning on the side of his tank. “Now I believe you said something about lunch?” He snaps his fingers twice. “Chop, chop, I’m starving.”

Mermaids are assholes and Steve is absolutely not paid enough to deal with them.

#my writing #harringrove week of love #harringrove #billy/steve #the repeating theme here is that Steve is tired and underpaid #so it's pretty much canon-compliant #except Billy has a tail

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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The dangers of sugar coating

Dick tries to give his little brother nice things (and fucks up), Tim is paranoid (and too tired to think clearly), and Damian thinks they might actually be a good team (while they plot Santa Claus’ downfall).

(Beacuse @animemangasoul and I decided we’ve been too rough with Tim lately, so I tried to give him some batfamily fluff. Somewhere along the way I fucked up and ended with this. No edit, pure crack)

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-Before I tell you anything, you need to promise me you won’t get mad.

The Bruce of ten years ago, new to parenting and oblivious to its dangers, would have done his best to emulate any ‘How to be a good Dad- guide for new, utterly lost fathers’ book. Now, though, tired after raising Dick to semi-adulthood and still hurting over Jason’s… Jason, he knew better. Life had toughtened him up.

So he didn’t raise his eyes from his newspaper, and gave into the urge of sipping his coffee before humming under his breath. Not even the slightest show of acceptance over those terms.

If Dick was asking that, instead of hiding whatever this was or dealing with it himself, it meant the situation was either out of his control, bound to make its way to Bruce eventually, or both.

Probably both.

-Come on, B, just promise you won’t get all passive aggressive bitch on me. I did it for the greater good...

Another hum.

However, Dick has spent the same amount of time learning under his guide than he had raising him, so the younger was bound to develop some of his own tactics.

-...and I did it because Tim obviously needed it, so…

Warning bells ringing in his mind, Bruce gave up and shoot Dick a look. He didn’t seem overly guilty, so whatever this was, it probably wasn’t irreversible. But he was also shifting his weight from one leg to the other nervously, so… there was a catch here.

-What did you do?

-You didn’t promise.

-I won’t take your allowance away, but I may yell. It depends on how convincingly you make your case -compromise, he had learned after many, many mistakes, was as good a plan as any.

-Deal -then, quickly, like ripping off a bandaid:- I might have made Tim slightly more neurotic than he was. On accident.

The bells turned into firefighter’s sirens.

-What did you do?

They have had the fifteen year old living in the mannor for a few weeks at most. They couldn't possibly have already broken him, right?

Right?

Dick winced, but sat down by Bruce’s left (the side closest to the dining room’s window), which meant this was the only issue, but a hard to explain one.

-You see… We were talking, bonding over childhood memories and stuff, and… you know how christmas is just around the corner, and I asked him about Santa. I mean, obviously he doesn’t believe in that now, but the thing is, he never did.

-He’s too smart for that -growled Bruce, impatiente to get to the point and figure out just how much damage control would he be doing.

-No, his parents were too shitty. They were never there on Christmas, so no gifts under the tree unless he put them there himself, and whenever that happened, it was because his parents sent them and he wrapped them himself. Also no surprises, because he was the one asking for specific stuff. And I got a little sad, because how can a kid never believe in Santa? Like, come on. It’s part of the concept of childhood innocence. So...

Bruce waited a few beats, but Dick didn’t follow up. See, this was the moment where his parenting books would suggest waiting until the kid was good and ready for sharing his thoughts. But, since this was his younger child at stake here, he couldn't allow himself the luxury of letting a single second go.

-And? -he prompted, as gently as he could, trying not to spook Dick into abandoning ship.

-And I sort of… convinced him that Santa was real. Like, a full out super powered meta whose purpose in life was to bring joy to all of us. I texted Barbara and she planted some old looking reports on the batcomputer about it, to give credibility to the lie. I even drew parallels with Batman being thought of as a myth outside of Gotham to support the ‘Santa is real, people just don’t believe in him’ thing. And, after some hours of convincing and with Babs’ help, he bought it. So now, if Tim approaches you about it, you better back me up, because otherwise you would be ruining the last vestige of innocence Tim might still keep. Downside, though, Tim is now holed up in his bedroom searching the deep web for any Santa related info he can get his nerdy little paws on.

Silence in the room. Dick blurted out a goodbye and jumped out of the window. Bruce didn’t get up to check if he had landed safely on the other side. He probably had.

Tired, he looked down at his coffee. Black, just like he needed it now.

He should have stopped at zero children.

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Cassie watched, with no small amount of unholy glee, as Tim thoroughly convinced both Kon and Bart of Santa’s existence. One a clone with little social understanding and the other from a very dark future, they were unsurprisingly easy to convince.

This was the kind of hilarious shit that made being in a superhero team worth it. All the life and death situations were balanced out by this kind of drama-like absurdity.

Even better was Tim’s completely fucked up perspective on the matter.

-So you’re saying Santa is not only real, but a deranged psychopath? Who’s probably both a pedofile and a mind controlling scumbag? -Kon tilted his head, both confused and esceptic.

Cassie did her utmost best to keep a straight face while nodding along, as if everything Tim had laid down in front of them made perfect sense.

-I thought it was stupid, too. But Dick showed me evidence, old reports, both handwritten and digital, and I found footage of Santa sneaking into the Manor when he was still young, deeply buried in the Batcomputer mainframe.

-Couldn’t that video be, you know… made up? -Bart asked, frown unusual on him firmly in place.

-If it was anywhere else? Sure. But this is The Batcomputer we’re talking about. Why would Batman have that kind of thing there? It was too heavily protected to be placed there as decoy for anyone hacking, not like they could ever get over Oracle’s firewalls. Besides, what reason would Batman have to invent this? I’m fifteen, I don’t need the ‘Santa fantasy’. The only believable answer is that Santa is real and very dangerous, and some people have taken his name for capitalism’s sake and made a holiday out of that and some religious backing, to get more people roped up into it. The true mastermind is obviously hiding somewhere out there, and the Christmas propaganda is merely a means to get funding for his devious plots.

Both metas hummed thoughtfully, Superboy even crossing his arms as he examined the pile of photos and papers Tim had laid out in front of them. Bart was nodding, hand cupping his jaw. The looked dead serious.

Cassie wanted to excuse herself to use the toilet (lead lidden because this was Gotham, specifically Tim’s secret place, so of course it was super-proof) so she could laugh her ass off, but the temptation of seeing this trainwreck to its fiery end was too strong.

It was taking up all of her amazonian training to keep her straight face, though. Diana would be so proud.

-I even searched the deep web for Santa related crimes, and looked up his name in disturbing forums. You wouldn't believe what some people, serial killers and rapists both, do using Christmas as a theme. I couldn't sort through it all, it was that sick.

Kon looked utterly disturbed- So what do we do now? Christmas is just around the corner!

Bart got up and started pacing back and forth- We need to hunt this dude down. Christmas is about goodness and family! We can’t let this, this… psychopath ruin it! Think about the children of the world!!

Oh god, this was getting even better.

-But how? The man sounds like a velocist of some kind, I mean, running and leaving gifts everywhere in the world in the span of a few hours? How are we even gonna catch him?

-Maybe if we dress up as Elves? -Cassie couldn't stop herself from suggesting, voice choked in her effort to be serious, but most likely interpreted by the boys as clogged up on rage- From what Tim wrote here -she raised a paper from the pile, hand shaking- it looks like they are his mind-controlled slaves. If he thinks we ran from his captivity, he might take us to the North Pole with him to brainwash us again… Oh, but I probably shouldn't dress up, so you know, I can be back up if he manages to catch you three…

-That’s a great idea! -Bart’s skinny arms wrapped themselves around her neck, and she took the chance to hide her face in his mane of hair, corners of her mouth twitching up.

-Should I also record it? -she asks, almost begging- In case people don’t believe us later, when we have to explain why we imprisoned Santa.

-Yes, I think that might be wise -Tim conceded, eyes scanning his papers again.

Thank the gods. That tape was going to be Cassie’s most precious treasure forever.

-I think he has a way of controlling people’s minds too. Like, parents and stuff. And then he makes them be the ones to give his children gifts in his name, as a way of gaining their trust. Sick fucker.

-So you think it’s a kinky thing for him?

-Kon, he literally categorizes kids as ‘good’ or ‘naughty’.

-You are right, we need to stop this bastard.

Cassie loved her boys so, so much. She also owed Dick Grayson the biggest high five.

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Red Hood was just lighting up a cigarette when he saw Red Robin making his way to his rooftop. Cursing, he dropped the entire thing and kicked it away. The brat knew Jason smoked, but Dick had been on his ass lately about being a good brother, and he still felt kinda bad about trying to kill the kid twice, so he was actually trying to set a good example.

Besides, out of the two possible little brothers to take under his wing, he certainly drew the lucky ticket, because while Dickie had gotten stranded with the pompous brat, Jason had the all around good kid circling his radar more often than not. Like, Tim had broken him out of prison, a little after Jason had done his best to end his life; he couldn't get more forgiving and nice than that. It certainly beat making a murder League child let go of his katana on a nightly basis.

-I need your help.

He blinked. While they certainly had worked cases together in the past, they were always preluded by some kind of smalltalk, little banter, at least a ‘hello’. Not this straight to the point bullshit.

He had the urge to take out his guns, to protect them both of any threat following Red Robin here. He refrained.

-What’s the matter, babybird? What’s wrong?

Tim looked almost frazzled. The cowl was hanging around his neck, just a domino preserving his identity, and his hair was a knotted mess. Disveleshed was too little a word for his state.

-We need to make a plan to catch Santa Claus before Christmas this year. His reign of terror must end. It’s still not too late.

Yeah, okay, he might need that cigarette after all, to hell with Dick’s bitching. Besides, how bad of a influence could that be, when this kid was obviously already on some kind of drugs? Like, Santa? Really?

-What… do you mean?

What followed was an hour long rant on the dangers of a super powered, evil version of the myth that Tim had somehow cooked up on his mind.

Was this real? The kid looked far too distraught for a joke.

-… Does Nightwing know about this? -whatever ‘this’ was- Bats?

Tim shook his hands frantically. Jason was legit getting worried.

-N was the one who told me about Santa -there, he knew this smelled like a Golden Boy trademark fuck up-, but he seems to be under his spell. Bruce as well. They tried to convince me he is some kind of good-hearted samaritan. Jason -he stated, breaking the no names during patrol rule, a show of just how deep into the rabbit hole he was- you wouldn't believe what I found on the deepweb. Joker’s yearly special seems tame in comparison.

That, Jason could believe. But he was also fairly sure you could type about any word in the darkest side of the net, and find half a dozen kinky or deranged things that matched. Santa-temed crimes? More likely than anyone would believe. Real life Santa doing the deed? Not so much.

Tim had been too young when Dick lied to his face, most likely. And nowadays, the young vigilante was running on three hours of sleep on a good week. And it wasn’t even too far fetched to believe, on their line of business, specially when dealing with metas and supervillains day in and day out.

Still…

-Kid, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… Santa isn’t real -he told him, slowly, hands raised as if to touch his shoulders but not daring to actually make contact. Tim looked so manic he might actually nerve strike him.

The icy blue eyes were hidden under his mask, but Jason knew from the way he tensed that Tim was terrified.

-He got to you, too -he whispered, almost too softly for him to hear. Then, without giving Jason the chance to inquire further, he turned tail and disappeared into the night.

....

He really needed that cigarette.

----.----

When Drake told the family he was taking Damian under his wing for a case, everyone seemed so happy he couldn't just shoot the other man down. Besides, reluctant as he was to admit it, Red Robin was the superior detective in the entirety of the team, so there would be rewards for taking the blow to his pride and working with him.

He expected to be directed through some easy case, maybe a little puzzling but not too challenging. Or be sidelined while Drake worked through things, so he could learn by example.

This, though, this he hadn’t foresaw.

This case was way more serious.

-How come Father has allowed this depravancy to continue?! -exclaimed Damian, hands gripping the sheets of information tightly- This ‘Santa’s’ influence has been permitted to cement on too many people already! And it keeps growing!

-I know. Fuck, I know. But I can’t get anyone to help me. My team knows, but sadly we aren’t enough. Bruce and Dick don’t believe me, and neither does any other hero I contacted on the matter. It’s just like when B was missing in time; they either think I’m crazy, or try to sugarcoat things, like they would with a baby.

Damian snorted, disbelieving. Whatever his opinion might be on his predecessor, he at least knew to trust his insight in a case. Grandfather himself had recognized his genius on that field.

They were on Drake’s perch, his center of operations outside of Batman’s influence. He would never admit it out loud, but if Damian ever needed his own batcave, it would be just like this one.

Now, the long table in front of him was completely covered in information, case reports, photos taken from live footage, deepweb forums’ conversations, history books…

-And you say this… monster, targets children?

-I mean, he brainwashes the parents too, but that seems like a plot to both increase his economic funds and to gain the children’s trust.

-How are you so sure they are his objective?

-The parents tell their children Santa is ‘always observing them’, and ask if they ‘have been good’ that year. If they aren’t perceived as obedient, Santa leaves them coal, which incentives them to do their best to change that by next year’s christmas.

-Maybe the coal and gifts have mind control devices, or some magic?

-My thoughts exactly.

Damian frowns even deeper. He’s glad Drake is taking his detective training seriously, but if father himself is being deceived, he wonders what can the two of them (plus Drake’s team) do.

-What about Todd? Red Hood is proclaimed as Saint Protector of Children in Crime Alley, after all. He certainly has opinions about this ‘Santa’ person.

Timothy shakes his head- He got Jason too. I suspect he’s been under his control ever since he was a child at the manor.

-So, we are alone in this.

-Essentially, yes. Thankfully, not everyone celebrates christmas. Some religions flat out forbid it, so we won’t have as much ground to cover when we lay out a trap. We could choose a close by location and plan around it.

He nods, back straight with purpose. He -and Drake, he supposes- would be freeing Father and Grayson, along with the rest of the victims, from this madman’s control. Maybe even Todd, if he has the time.

-I’m with you on this endeavor, Drake.

-Good. Remember we need to act natural in front of the family. If Santa catches wind of what we’re doing, he might focus his efforts in getting to us.

Damian wants to say to let him come, he would show him why it's a bad idea to mess with his family. But Drake is, admittedly, the superior detective, and it seems he’s been working on this for a long time now. Damian will defer to his judgement this one time.

Drake’s superior knowledge and Damian’s unrivaled training might be what’s needed to orchestrate this ‘Santa’s’ downfall.

They will be a good team, he thinks.

#My writing #Tim Drake #batfamily #Batfamily Fanfic #core four #Dick grayson #Bruce Wayne #cassie sandsmark #kon el kent #conner kent #bart allen #jason todd #Damian wayne #this is just crack guys #Tim thinks Santa is out to get everyone #he's a tired boy okay #no edit #tw: mentions of child abuse #nothing graphic just Tim doing typical comic book research

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dex-xe · 3 years

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Regarding the ficlet ideas :)

You don't have to do all or even any of these, these are just the things that popped into my head when I was scrolling through! Also if you want to write them romantically you do it, we love and support youuu!!!

Fluff: 7 (Mary and Robin, probably platonic) & 10 (Mary and Kitty, also probably platonic)

General: 18 (Julian and literally anyone, it'll be hilarious)

And General 45. With Alison and Cap (and maybe all the other ghosts) becuase I feel you'd write it really sweetly and honestly it's a scene I'd really like to see

Alison & Captain General #45: “Are you afraid to die?”

So there’s still one more prompt from this person (the Julian one) but I’m combining it with other ideas so expect that soon!! The others have also been done here:

Fluff #7

Fluff #10

But yeah,, this got no interaction at all on AO3 but that’s okay cause I actually really enjoyed writing this one there are some good lines I think. Let me know what you think either here on on AO3 I don’t mind. (Also there is a Doctor Who reference in here but I can’t remember which episode it’s from so if yall find it let me know XD)

TW:// in depth discussions of death.

The dark ceiling of Alison’s bedroom swirled in front of her as she listened to the soft rumbling of her husband’s snores beside her. The glowing red lights of her alarm clock served as a warning to her impending sleepless night: 2:15am.

Worries of life and family and the hotel and the unusual presence of 20 odd dead people inhabiting her home raced through her head as she begged for some kind of distraction from her thoughts. She tried not to set too many rules for the ghosts: whenever she did, they would work even harder to break every written order she laid down - and also every unwritten rule that common sense laid down. But one rule Alison was strict on was their nighttime curfew: do what you want around the house (as long as it doesn’t make too much noise, mess or irritance) but do not, under any circumstance, enter the master bedroom.

She’d originally given them the usual “only in emergencies” protocol but, after Robin had scared Alison out of bed at 4am having deemed a fat ginger cat on the front lawn an emergency, this had quickly been scrapped. But watching the dust flow through beams of moonlight while contemplating every life decision she’d ever made, the prospect of some inconceivable disaster interrupting the ghosts’ eternal deaths was seeming ever more pleasurable.

Alison sighed and sat up to look over Mike deep in sleep, jealous of his peaceful snoring. She swung off the bed being careful not to jostle the sheets but flinched at the freezing floorboards touching her bare feet. She tiptoed slowly through the empty corridors occasionally stopping to listen at the doors of the ghosts’ bedrooms: quiet snoring from Pat’s, mumbled sleep talking from Kitty’s, total silence on behalf of the others.

Every common room lay vacant, excluding Robin curled up in front of the dying fire, so Alison continued on to the kitchen - taking Nigel’s advice to fetch some milk when she’s stressed.

Upon entering the kitchen, she was taken aback to find it was not as empty as the rest of the house would suggest. Leaning back against the far tiled wall with his eyes shut and head resting back on the cold surface, the Captain looked as if he could be asleep standing upright. His eyes snapped open and settled straight on Alison frozen in the doorway. He blinked slowly before darting towards the corner of the room in his usual long-legged, gangly run.

“Captain?” Alison called as he turned away from her. “No, no! It’s alright!”

The Captain stopped. Still. Silent. In a moment of alarming quietness.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Captain. I’ll only be a moment!” Alison said quietly, making her way over to the fridge. “God, I hope Robin isn’t in here.” She pulled open the door with great gusto, fleetingly thrilled by the presence of broccoli, strawberry yoghurt, and half a pasta bake rather than the shouting menace of a caveman.

She shut the door with the milk carton in hand and turned to find the Captain still facing the wall, breathing heavily in what appeared to be a WW2 remake of the Blair Witch Project.

“You can just go back to… whatever you were doing, now,” Alison took a swig from the carton. “Plotting your latest hair-brained scheme to get rid of me?”

“Now, now, Alison,” the Captain said, turning back around to face her and swaying ever so slightly on his heels, stick gripped tight behind him. “I’m less inclined to dispose of you nowadays.”

“Yeah?” Alison raised her eyebrows with a knowing glance and took another sip. “Well, I appreciate that, Cap.”

“Hmm,” the Captain agreed.

“Why are you awake then? Are you awake or do ghosts sleep upright against a wall? Is this some mechanic I don’t know about? Do ghosts have to sleep?” Alison asked rapid fire.

“Of course we sleep! What did you think we do during the night?” The Captain pointed to Alison’s milk and frowned. “You shouldn’t drink it like that. That’s how disease spreads.

“It’s only me that uses it, just don’t tell Fanny, yeah?”

“Mum’s the word,” he murmured.

Alison smiled. “So why are you up, then? Shouldn’t you be getting that beauty sleep?”

“Sometimes it’s a little difficult to drift off, I’m sure you understand that being awake at this hour too.”

“Oh yeah,” Alison said quietly. She lifted her carton up in a small gesture of cheers and made a move to leave. “Well, got my milk. I guess… I’ll just head back to bed then. Good night, Captain.” She had barely made it out of the door before the Captain spoke up once more.

“You could stay for a while,” the Captain said. “If you wanted to. I mean, if you didn’t want to just lay in bed gazing at the ceiling.”

“I’d like that,” Alison pulled out the chair closest, scraping the legs across the tiled floor and interrupting the silence of the house. She left the chair open for the Captain and moved to sit opposite him, settling into the quiet comfort.

“Isn’t it weird to think the dead sleep?” Alison commented. “Doesn’t seem right, does it? Cause sleeping is a bit like being dead only without the commitment so it’s like you’re kind of double dead.”

“Death is nothing like sleeping, Alison. Don’t talk to me about death if you don’t understand it.” The Captain sniffed at her and leant back in his chair maintaining his usual stoic exterior.

“Sorry,” Alison said. “I didn’t mean-,”

“It’s fine,” the Captain said quickly. The pair fell back into silence, they had never exactly been the closest of friends and Alison certainly wouldn’t describe him as her best (undead) friend but they were friend-ly, for sure. Certainly more now that he’d ceased trying to drive her from the house at every opportunity that presented itself. Then again, death does strange things to people, Alison thought, her friends had proved that much. They showed little regard for the lives of the living, thinking very much of themselves and the Captain was surely the embodiment of that.

“It’s not awful, as such,” the Captain interrupted the quiet. Alison looked up from the table to find him watching her intently. “Death. It’s not as terrible as you might think. I know that’s what you were going to ask.”

“Oh,” Alison said. “I wasn’t- I wasn’t actually going to say anything.”

“I know. But you were thinking it.” The Captain said. “You’re in a rather unique position, Alison, I must say. Not many people can say they have a good understanding of death before it happens, but you know more than most.”

“I still don’t really get it, though,” Alison admitted drawing lines across the table with her fingers.

“If I’m telling the truth, neither do I,” the Captain confessed. “I don’t remember it too well. It was like- like falling asleep and then immediately waking up again. You know that plummeting feeling that happens right as you’re about to drop into sleep, like everything is calm and then suddenly you’re losing grip of reality, and then you’re wide awake again.”

“A hypnic jerk,” Alison quipped.

“Sorry?” He asked.

“That’s what it’s called, that falling thing. A hypnic jerk.” Alison said. “We did it in science class, I think. Your body thinks it’s dying so it does the jerk to make sure that you’re still alive. Makes sense that’s what dying feels like, I guess.”

“Are you afraid to die, Alison?” The question took Alison by surprise, it was unlike the Captain to be open about his emotions and even more unlikely for him to ask about others’ feelings.

“If I have to stay with this rowdy lot for eternity, then yes definitely,” Alison joked with a small laugh.

The Captain smiled and hummed in agreement: “Oh I’m sure I’d have agreed if given the choice before death. Not exactly the most peaceful post-death existence.”

“I’m a little bit scared,” Alison admitted.

“You shouldn’t be too worried, it’s not all that bad,” the Captain said with a shrug.

“Yeah, because you seem to be having a blast with your afterlife, Cap. Happy as Larry,” Alison said sarcastically, she threw the now-empty carton into the bin beside her and settled back towards the table, leaning forward closer to the Captain - their faces barely inches apart.

The Captain paused, his eyes boring into Alison’s sleepy face before he leant forward to match her and whisper in secret confidence.

“It is rather bad,” he reneged. “You should fear it, well done for being scared.” Alison chuckled. “Well thanks, Cap! I feel so much better now!”

“Now, you know that’s not what I mean,” the Captain said slowly, unsure of where he was going next. “As long as you die here, you have no reason to be afraid. We’ll care for you in death as you have for us in life. Be sure, Alison, we’ll teach you all we know.”

“You know, Julian has told me the ‘teachings’ you gave him when he died,” Alison chuckled.

“Somebody needed to give that scoundrel a good telling off; heaven knows no one in life ever did. Julian died much as he lived: with an air of superiority.” The Captain coughed and smirked across at Alison. “He waltzed in here as if he owned the place, demanding authority and respect and, as far as I’m concerned, those are qualities that are earned.”

“Like you?” Alison said pointedly.

“I’m sorry?”

“Did you earn the authority you have over the others?”

“That is beyond the point.” The Captain stated. “You’re rather lucky, Alison! You’ve met a somewhat tempered version of Julian, he’s actually rather bearable these days, likeable sometimes, you wouldn’t believe him in the early days.”

“Oh I can only imagine! And I’m better then, I assume? Seeing as I’m deemed worthy of your afterlife teachings?” Alison laughed.

“Indeed,” the Captain said.

“Were you afraid?” Alison asked. “Of death, I mean? Obviously like, before it happened.”

“No,” the Captain shrugged, finally heeling away from Alison and breaking their close eye contact. “A soldier is never afraid. When you enlist to serve for your country, you relinquish any right to fear your death. Service kills many who enter, you cannot fear the inevitable.”

“But you didn’t die in service?”

“I was a soldier. No matter if my demise happened during the war or 60 years later, I lived a soldier and I died a soldier.” The Captain said certainly. Whenever he spoke of his time in the military he straightened right up and masked any kind of emotion he had allowed to trickle through.

“Now that you’re not a soldier then, are you afraid of… you know, moving on?”

“Of being sucked off?” The Captain clarified.

“I refuse to say that,” Alison shook her head. “And frankly it’s cruel that Julian has kept this joke up. But are you scared?”

“I am still a soldier, Alison. I’ll always be a soldier.”

“Time has moved on, no more fighting and no more soldiers but you know that, Captain.”

“Doesn’t change anything. Time.” The Captain said, matter of fact. The darkness of the kitchen mostly shrouded his face but Alison could easily make out the outline of his sharp features and piercing eyes.

“Time changes everything.” She stated. “You should know that better than most.”

“I’m a soldier.” He repeated, mumbling it under his breath like a reassuring mantra. “For King and country.”

“Queen.” Alison corrected.

Allowing himself, for just a moment, to relinquish his solid, iron-clad grip on the past, the Captain softly whispered: “For Queen and country.”

#bbc ghosts #ficbymax

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eurydicum · 5 years

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a-hoy || r.b

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Female! Reader

Category: fluff

Summary: An unfamiliar face in Hawkins met with a gorgeous boy who scoops ice cream at minimum wage can be the start to a great love story, except a much more alluring girl was standing behind the counter.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s Notes: This is best read on the website rather than the mobile app, the app flubs up the formatting of it all

I’m very gay for Robin so be ready for more fanfictions for this cutie :)

Also, sorry if this wasn’t up to par ? I’ve never written for Robin before and I’m still trying to get familiar with her, so my apologies!

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buckley master list

“A-hoy, lassie! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me?”

You gave an amused laugh at the opening line. “I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington,” You smiled sheepishly, still giggling at the rather alarming introduction.

“Pleasure,” You nodded before introducing your full name to him — out of amusement, but mostly out of courtesy. You leaned down to scan at all the plentiful ice cream selections before you, humming to yourself as your eyes devoured in the icy delights before you. You glanced up at Steve, unaware of his initial staring and inspecting of you.

“Could I try a bit of the Cherries Jubilee?” You asked politely. He dipped over and lifted the glass separating the ice cream from the warm air of the mall. Steve looked to you as he handed you the sample spoon, giving you a curious look.

“Are you new around here?” Steve asked out of the blue as you popped the baby spoon into your mouth. You hummed as your ‘yes’ response before smiling in delight at the flavor you just indulged in. You slipped the spoon from between your lips and began to explain.

“Yep! Came upstate to visit my grandparents for the summer, and I’m looking into some colleges around here as well,” You told him with a grin. Before anymore conversation could ensue, a snide comment was made from behind Steve.

“Wow! You might not lose for once, dingus,” The girl sarcastically exclaimed with a hearty laugh and smile, coming up right next to Steve from behind the counter. Steve rolled his eyes, elbowing the girl lightly on the side.

“Shut up, Robin,”

While their co-worker bicker was occurring, you couldn’t help but gawk silently at Robin. To you, she was absolutely gorgeous, more so than any of the other girls in your hometown. Her eyes were bright and full of mischief. And her voice was so nice you could sit there with her babbling for hours on end and be absolutely content with life.

“Any other flavors you want to try out?” Robin asked, finally bringing her attention away from Steve and back to you.

“I’ll just have two scoops of the Cherries Jubilee in a waffle cone,” You responded simply, suddenly feeling flustered underneath her gaze despite it not showing on your face.

“You heard her. Get to it, Popeye,” Robin jested, patting Steve firmly on the back before leaving to go into the back room. Your eyes trailed after her as Steve readied your sweet treat for the day.

“Here you go, that’ll be-”

“Are you two dating?” You asked rather boldly, fishing through your purse for money as you spoke. “You two argue like an old married couple,” You commented plainly, holding a tight smile as you laid the money down on the counter.

“Robin? And me? Oh God, no. Never.” Steve bluntly said with a shake of his head, hands held up defensively. You chuckled, nodding at his flustered and defensive reaction.

“Understood,” You commented before leaving a tip in the jar and gently grabbing your ice cream from Steve’s hands.

“I’ll be by more often. See you around, Harrington,”

—

Steve wasn’t smitten with you yet per se, but he did find you very cute and thought that maybe he had a sliver of a chance with you since you were coming by so often to Scoops. Although, he tried to leave himself on the pessimistic side given his recent lack-of-success with the ladies.

Currently, he was on break and hanging with Dustin at the mall. Well, more or less, he was expressing his potential feelings for you to Dustin and the conversation was a flurry of embarrassment and frustration. Dustin looked over Steve’s shoulder to give a quick glance to you and Robin sharing silent grins while your eyes held the conversation for the moment.

“Well?” Steve asked quietly, wanting to hear the young teen’s input on this whole situation. Especially since, embarrassingly enough, was the only one between the two that was currently in a relationship. Dustin remained silent as he observed you and Robin, and of course, Steve’s eyes trailed the same path to see you and Robin were chatting up a storm and turning red from laughter.

You and Robin had been getting along swimmingly lately, especially since it’s been a month since you’ve been in Hawkins and you came to Scoops almost every day — and more than half of those days were spent without buying ice cream. You spent your time with both charming teens evenly, but you felt more of a romantic draw to Robin and thus dedicated more of your time whenever subtly possible.

Steve pried his eyes away from the two of you and averted his gaze back to Dustin. Dustin had his eyes still affixed to the two of you, watching how you’d laugh and rest your head against Robin’s shoulder as you giggled. He let out a breathy laugh, almost a snort, and looked to Steve with a pitiful look.

“I’d give up now while you still can, Steve,” Dustin warned him, patting his shoulder affectionately. Steve gave the boy an incredulous glare, glancing over once more to see that you and Robin had left your previous positions.

“What, I don’t-”

“Dude, she’s obviously into Robin,” Dustin said bluntly, both hands on Steve’s shoulders now. Steve still gave Dustin an odd look, obviously not understanding the concept of your homosexuality. Dustin sighed dramatically before giving the oblivious teen a firm shake.

“She. Has. A. Crush. On. Robin.” Dustin pronounced very slowly and clearly, giving a frustrated look at Steve. The older teen hummed, finally realizing that it wasn’t a matter of him being unable to get to you, but it was simply that you didn’t like boys. And honestly, he was pretty okay with this.

While that entire exchange between the two boys had occurred, you and Robin immediately picked up on their conversation through reading air alone. Robin snickered as she focused her eyes on your after glancing at Steve panic slightly to Dustin. The girl leaned against the wall, leaning her head along the surface as well.

“Steve’s totally into you,” Robin commented with a laugh, staring deeply into your eyes with a silent hope that you didn’t reciprocate feelings. This past month of getting to know you, and discovering that you liked both boys and girls, sparked a newfound hope within her. She really liked you. You were witty and hilarious, and you didn’t give a shit about how nerdy Robin was in high school (or rather how nerdy she was now).

“God, I know,” You exasperatedly said, shaking your head before copying Robin’s stance. “I feel bad though,” You sadly hummed, looking toward where Steven and Dustin currently were. “I like him, I really do,” Robin frowned at this, but kept her lips as flat as possible so as to not wear her heart so publically on her sleeve just yet.

“But, I have my eyes set on someone else,” You looked to Robin as you said this, a glimmering ray of hope and love in your eyes. Robin’s smile was brought back onto her face, understanding exactly what you meant by your tone and gaze.

“And hopefully she doesn’t have stupid hair,” Robin commented with a chuckle, making you crack up at literally the dumbest of jokes. You laid your head on Robin’s shoulder as you laughed, and it was only for a moment before you returned to gawking at her with a sweet smile.

“No, she definitely doesn’t. In fact, I love her hair.” You said with an innocent smile. At that moment, Robin’s heart fluttered and her smile never felt to be any brighter. Without any words, she softly held your hand and guided you into the back room.

While you both were there, you didn’t kiss or get really physically intimate. You earnestly told Robin that you found her beautiful, and how much you adored her wit and her smile. In short, you gushed out everything you loved about her — from things obvious to the eye to little habits of hers only you noticed.

Repressed love from the past month was expressed through words and gently gracing of your hands intertwining. Your foreheads were pressed together, lips inches away from touching. You wanted to kiss Robin but decided that after a date or two would be best for this. Yes, you both finally agreed on a date together, and hopefully many more after that. You really liked Robin, and you honestly couldn’t express it in words.

The moment was intimate, and while the place wasn’t ideal, it was the words that mattered.

The moment was small and quiet, but it was your’s and Robin’s alone.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #robin stranger things

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slashersteve · 5 years

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Such a Flirt

requested by @tommyswolves: Ahhh okay what about Steve trying to flirt with the reader when she goes to scoops but he doesn’t realize it’s actually robins gf??? And robin is just like watching and laughing bc he is Clueless™️.

pairing: Robin/Female Reader

summary: Steve flirts with this cute girl, and Robin is absolutely dying from laughter because of it. He doesn’t know why though.

warnings: none just hilarious fluff if it bothers you so much

note: alksdjlsakj pls send more robin requests in guys I’m loving this!

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Steve had seen a lot of attractive girls come in and out of the mall, have even served ice cream to most of them, but he’s never seen her before. She came into Scoops Ahoy about an hour before closing time. She was wearing an oversized jean jacket, a blue striped up shirt, and a pair of dark high waisted shorts and had a kind look in her eyes.

Robin was in the back taking a delivery, so that meant she wouldn’t be here to rain on his parade.

“Ahoy there! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, I’m Steve Harrington,” he winked at her, and she offered him a shy smile, “What can I get you today? An ice cream? A float? Whatever you want, I am of service to you.” The girl laughed softly.

“Oh- I’m not here to get any ice cream,” she said, god even her voice was pretty.

“Oh? You’re not? Well...” Steve put his hand under his chin as he hummed in thought, “You’re here to just see me then huh? You’ve heard about the oh so handsome sailor that works here, wanted to come down here and talk to me. Don’t be embarrassed, this happens to me a lot, you wouldn’t believe it.” The girl’s eyes widened, and she didn’t even try to hide the incredibly confused look on her face.

“Huh? Wait- what?” she asked, Steve waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Let’s see- I get off work in about...” he checked the clock behind him.

Steve hadn’t noticed Robin standing behind him in the doorway of the door to the back room, listening to this entire interaction before her. Her eyes met the girl’s when Steve’s head was turned to check the time, and both of them blushed and shook their heads as they tried not to laugh.

“What do I do?” the girl mouthed, Robin covered her mouth to suppress her laughter and gestured for her to let it continue for a while longer. Steve looked back at the girl, who averted her eyes quickly back to his.

“...in about...45 minutes or so,” he said, “then after that- I’m all yours.” He leaned one hand on the counter, and the other on his waist. The girl pressed her lips together, and reached out to pat his hand.

“I uh- don’t really think...” she said, Steve was already embarrassed and disappointed. Dammit, not again.

“Oh man- did I come off too strong? I’m sorry. I usually do that- you could even ask my friend Robin,” he gestured to wherever behind him, “I should’ve at least asked for your name first, offered you free ice cream or something...” he trailed off, but the girl quickly shook her head.

“No, no! It’s not that- well it could be that for anyone else, but not me,” she explained, Steve raised both brows, “You’re a nice guy- I’ve heard a lot about you actually. It’s just- I’m here for...” she gestured to where Robin stood with a large, amused grin on her lips. Steve followed her hand, and saw Robin now.

“Oh! Oh shit, my bad, I’m sorry...” Steve apologized again, Robin was still trying to suppress her laughter, “Your Robin’s friend?” she nodded, Steve hummed, “She never told me she had a friend this cute.”

“Steve! Oh my god- are you really flirting with (y/n) right now?” Robin began to laugh now, hand uncovering her mouth and the girl, Robin’s friend, began to smile widely. Robin walked over to her, coming out from behind the counter. Steve raised a brow, wondering why they were laughing.

“What? I was just saying- you watch me flirt with all these girls all day, you could’ve told me about...(y/n), some friend you are.” Steve gestured to her. Robin shook her head, and continued to laugh, “Great! Great! She always does this- are you laughing too?” (y/n) bursted out into laughter, leaning on Robin for some kind of support as Steve grew confused by the second.

Robin was actually wheezing by now and holding her sides. When it seemed the two girls were calmed down, Steve asked them what was so funny, already feeling his ego get hurt. Were they really laughing at him like this? In front of him? But then, Robin finally spoke.

“I did tell you about her dingus!”

“No you didn’t. I would’ve remembered!”

“Yes I did!” Robin shot back, “Think!” She poked his forehead. Steve slapped her hand away from his face and then crossed his arms as he thought out loud, “Well you did tell me about this cute girl you’ve been seeing, and been wanting to ask to be your girlfriend- by the way did you ask? Did she say yes?” Steve looked to his blonde friend suddenly curious about it. Robin raised both brows, that permanent smile still on her lips.

“Uh yeah- I asked and she did say yes,” Robin looked to (y/n), who was standing there still stifling laughter. When eyes were on her, she fell silent, then looked to Robin, “He’s okay (y/n), I told you- he knows,” she said in a softer voice now, (y/n) bit her lip nervously and allowed Robin to touch her hand, then to lace both their fingers together.

Steve stared at their suddenly connected hands, and Robin literally watched as the gears in his head started to finally work. It was hilarious seeing his stupid confused expression turn to one of realization, and then right after...to embarrassment.

“I am so, so fucking sorry, I had no idea! If I would’ve known I wouldn’t of even tried flirting with you,” Steve quickly began to apologize to (y/n), “And Robin! Why didn’t you tell me! You’ve clearly been standing there for a while! Why did you let me flirt with your girlfriend for so long!?”

“Because it was funny, right?” Robin replied cheekily, (y/n) laughed and nodded.

“It kind of was...” she said as if she wasn’t just dying of laughter, Steve looked at the both of them and then shook his head in thought, then he laughed too, resting his hands on his waist. Robin looked to (y/n), saying something quiet that Steve couldn’t quite hear.

“Hey lover boy- we’re going to catch a movie together. Think you had handle closing up on your own?”

“Whoa hold on- can you at least properly introduce me to her before you go?” Steve asked, Robin sighed, faking annoyance and pointed to Steve.

“(y/n), this is Steve, my best friend, and Steve-” she pointed at (y/n) now, “This is my girlfriend (y/n).” Steve smiled.

“Thank you,” he said to Robin, then waved to you, “Nice to meet you finally- Robin’s been talking about you for weeks now, glad to see things worked out between you two- you should’ve seen how love sick she was, always whining about how pretty you were and-” (y/n) grinned cheekily and looked at her girlfriend.

“Okay! Enough! You met her! Now could you close up on your own or not? (y/n) likes to watch the previews.” Robin asked, cutting him off. Steve shrugged.

“Duh it isn’t rocket science.”

“Thank god it isn’t,” Robin replied quickly, Steve mocked her slightly. Robin quickly went to the backroom to grab her bag and helmet, leaving (y/n) and Steve alone for a second.

“But seriously- when I was flirting with you because I didn’t know who you were- I was coming off too strong? Right?” was what Robin heard Steve asking her girlfriend about, (y/n) laughed and pat his shoulder.

“Maybe try not being too forward next time, and assume every girl wants to date you,” she replied in an honest tone, “Try some small talk next time, wait to see if they’re interested before asking them out on a date. And also- don’t offer any random people free ice-cream even they’re attractive girls, they’ll take advantage of that and you won’t know if they like you for you, or just the fact that you can get free ice-cream.” She shrugged, and Steve nodded slowly, taking in this information.

“Huh- that’s actually true, hey, I like her,” Steve said, and (y/n) put a thumbs up as if to say ‘Your best friend likes me!’ Robin scoffed, but smiled regardless as she then took (y/n)’s hand.

“Come on, before we miss the previews,” she said, (y/n) nodded and quickly laced her fingers with Robins, “See you later, dingus!”

“You kids have fun!” Steve called after them sarcastically. (y/n) must have forgotten they weren’t very far because he heard (y/n) say quite loudly, “Does he always just flirt with random girls like that though? Like really?”

“Yup.” Steve sighed, then chuckled as he began to start cleaning up. His cheeks were beet red, still completely embarrassed that he just flirted with Robin’s girlfriend right in front of her. He just knew during his entire shift tomorrow, Robin was going to tease him about it endlessly.

#look from that st scene with him flirting with the girl #way too forward my guy #relax steve #lajsklajdldkj #robin x reader #robin imagine #robin x female reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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Who? (Kaldur’ahm/Aqua-lad x Reader)

Request: No.

Prompt: You are Catwoman and Batman’s blood-daughter, who was presumed dead after being missing for three years.

Relationships: Father!Bruce Wayne/Batman x Daughter! Reader, Mother!Selina Kyle/Catwoman x Daughter! Reader, Dick Grayson/Nightwing x Older sister! Reader, Jason Todd/Red Hood x Older sister! Reader, Tim Drake/Robin x Older sister! Reader, Kaldur’ahm/Aqua-lad x Reader.

Warnings: Death, Cursing? Illegal Street Racing

Word Count: 6386

A/N: Erm...My first none Bat-boy one. Idk...Enjoy?

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(Y/N)’s POV

“The three of them have a weakness. That’s why I created this! It has the abilities of the three of them put together, and they have no emotions” I heard some announced,

“Interesting. Kill them” Someone else ordered,

My eyes widened as I heard footsteps approaching my cell, I pulled my metal arm out of its restrained straps and went over to the door, I broke the lock and ran towards the other two’s cells, I took down the guards that were removing them from the cells making them gasp,

“Soldier. What’s happening?” Speedy asked as I removed their collars, which stopped them from using their abilities,

“They’ve created a thing that has all of our abilities. Therefore, disposing of us” I explained as I lead the through the base,

“Where will we go?” Scarlet asked,

“I’ve got a place in mind” I say as I stopped them since a swarm of guards blocked this exit,

“We can take them” Speedy commented,

I raised an eyebrow glancing between them, I nodded as we went towards the guards, they aimed at us, but Scarlet disassembled their guns as Speedy and I knocked them out, we jumped into one of the many jeeps and I revved the engine before driving us out of the bases vicinity and towards the closest airport.

***

We walked around Gotham before there was screaming civilians retreating, I raised an eyebrow and headed towards the source to find the Young Justice League take down a robot,

“Nightwing. Triple S have arrived on the scene. What’s the orders?” Robin asked, I tilted my head at them

“Prepare yourselves” I ordered Scarlet and Speedy,

“Copy that” Robin answered before they came to attack us,

I knocked Superboy back into Robin before Scarlet let out a small yell as she grabbed her head, I glanced at Miss Martian before the sound of a gunshot hit the air and Scarlet fell on to her back, my eyes widened as the Young Justice League stopped looking for the source of the shot,

“Speedy! Take her home!” I ordered,

“You’re the boss” He said as he picked Scarlet up and sped off,

“Not so fast” Kid Flash said as he went to take after them, but I grabbed him and hit him in the base of his spine making him yell out in pain,

“Kid!” Superboy yelled as I dropped him to the ground, Superboy came to punch me but I grabbed his fist with my metal arm making everyone gasp,

“No way” Superboy groaned before I twisted his arm behind his back, dislocating his shoulder,

“Miss Martian, stabilise her!” Aqua-lad ordered, I smirked as she fell to the ground unconscious

“Time to go” Speedy said as he picked me up and took me back to the apartment, I removed the goggles, throwing them on the table as I knelt down to Scarlet, I checked Speedy’s stitching on her and nodded

“You’re going to need to stay still while you heal” I ordered her,

“But-”

“No buts” I say cutting her off, she nodded and I covered her up with a blanket.

“Soldier, how are we going to get money?” Speedy asked, I smirked turning to him

“I’ve got a plan. But for now, you need rest” I say,

“Can you tell me one of your stories?” He asked as he prepared himself on the second couch, I nodded and removed the ‘silencer’ mask, placing it on the table along with my goggles,

“What would you like me to tell you?” I asked,

“Kitten meeting Batman” He answered, I chuckled,

“Very well…” I trailed off.

*Flashback*

Mother and I ran across the rooftops away from Batman,

“Kitten, let’s spilt up” Mother ordered, I nodded and spilt off from her only to get behind Batman and follow them from a distance, he pinned Mother to the rooftop and searched her satchel,

“Honestly Mother, I swear you get caught on purpose” I tutted as I knocked Batman off her, she smiled and stood up next to me,

“That’s because I’ve got my Kitten to help me out of sticky situations” She smirked resting a hand on my shoulder,

“Mother?” Batman asked,

“Yes. Mother, Bruce. She’s your daughter” Mother stated, my eyes widened

“The Bat is my Father?” I asked looking up at her, she nodded

“Yes (Y/N)” She answered, I sighed

“I cannot cope with this” I commented,

“Are you certain, Selina?” Father asked, she tutted

“She’s your daughter. I’ll bring her to the Manor for you to do a DNA test tomorrow, if you’d like” Mother said, he nodded slowly

“If you wouldn’t mind” he said, I rolled my eyes before leaving the rooftop with Mother.

*End of Flashback*

“…and that’s how Kitten met her Father, Batman” I finished off,

“How do you know so much about Kitten, Soldier?” Speedy asked, I looked at the floor,

“Are you Kitten?” He asked again, I slowly nodded

“So, you remember your life before you were taken and became Soldier?” He asked,

“Yes, you also remember your past don’t you Sebastian?” I asked, his eyes widened

“Yeah. Me and Simone are twins from Metropolis” He smiled, I stood up putting my mask and goggle on,

“Get some sleep, Sebby” I say ruffling his hair, he buried his head into the pillow and blanket as I climbed out of the window and made my way to a garage,

I opened the door and looked at my old racing car, my fingers trailed along its bonnet, I opened the door and sat in front of the wheel as I silently prayed that it still worked, the engine roared to life making me smile as I drove out of the garage and to the street race, I pulled up and got out as people was whispering and pointing to the car, someone approached me,

“Where’d you get the car, love?” They asked, I raised an eyebrow

“I made it from my own hands” I answered as I folded my arms,

“Kitten?” They whispered, I gave a slight nod before another engine came to a stop and a crowd went around the car as a guy in a Red helmet climbed out, “You want to race him?” The person in front of me asked, I hummed “What you putting in the bid?” they asked,

“Pink slip” I answered, his eyes widened before he ran over to the red helmet, he returned moments later

“You’ve got yourself a race” He smiled as he held out his hand, I shook it.

“The roads are clear!” Someone announced, I hopped in my car and drove to the start line along with the red helmet and a couple other drivers,

“Alright racers! We have $30,000 and the pink slip to this beauty in the pot tonight. Winner takes all!” The organiser announced,

“Hey sweet-cheeks! If I win, I also get your number!” One of the drivers called over, I rolled my eyes as I set up my NOs tank,

“Hey Red!” The organiser said as he went up to the red helmets car and gave him a good luck, before a girl came out in front of the cars,

“You ready?” She asked, we all revved our engines, she removed her scarf, “Three. Two. One. Go!” She yelled as she signalled for us to go,

We did so I was in second immediately, while ‘Red’ was up front, it was about a quarter way through the race when I over took him and left them for dust, I was coming up on the finish line when I saw ‘Red’ in my rear view mirror, I shook my head and crossed the finish line, I shut down my NOs tank and got out to be met with the crowd, the other racers pulled up and got out, ‘Red’ came over to me as the organiser handed me the money, I did a quick count before mentioning the crowd to leave, they did so and ‘Red’ was left in front of me,

“Name’s Red Hood” He said holding out his hand,

“Kit-Soldier” I corrected shaking his hand, I also slipped him $5000 before leaving in my car.

I stored it back in the garage and began to make my way home, when I began to be followed, I glanced behind me to see Catwoman and Batman following me, I tutted and took off running across the rooftops, I jumped across a gap and rolled across the next roof making my mask fall off, I then narrowly missed the claws of Catwoman by sliding underneath them, I hit the back of her knee making her stumble, I stood up and was met with a punch to the face, shattering my goggles lens so I removed them making them both stop in their place,

“(Y/N)?” They gasped,

“Who the hell’s (Y/N)?” I scoffed as I dropped off the roof and disappeared from their sights, I arrived back at the apartment and took a deep breath, trying to calm my breathing rate, as I sat in the arm chair,

“(Y/N)?” Sebastian asked, I closed my eyes “What’s wrong?” He asked,

“She saw her parents” Simone stated, I looked over to her

“You realise when I say rest it means not to use your powers” I scolded.

***

“Let’s try this again without anyone being shot” I say as we made our way through the streets,

“You’re hilarious” Scarlet commented as Speedy laughed,

“Now, where are you little pigs going?” Someone asked, I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see a female with a metal arm hovering in the air, I raised an eyebrow

“What’s your name?” I asked,

“The Superior” She answered,

“Really? Biggoted much?” Speedy asked,

“I’ll give you a demonstration on how I’m superior compared to the three of you combined” She sneered as she used her magic to fling five cars, with people inside, backwards,

“Speedy clear the landing” I ordered, he saluted and cleared the area the cars were going to land as Scarlet stopped them mid-air, she set them on the ground, “Everyone okay?” I asked going over to the cars, they all nodded, obviously shaken, “Evacuate the area” I ordered Scarlet and Speedy, they nodded and immediately got to work,

I glared at the Superior as she landed, she cleared the surrounding area by pushing cars away, I grabbed a hold of one’s bumper as it had a crying child in, and was hanging on the edge of the bridge

“Speedy?!” I asked, he appeared next and noticed the child, so he zipped in and grabbed them before taking them to safety allowing me to let go.

“No!” Speedy screamed, my head snapped to him to see him cradling Scarlet who had been impaled with a pole, my eyes widened as I ran over

“Simmy?” I asked, she didn’t respond making Superior cackle as she threw some magic at us, I dove out of the way but Speedy was too focused on Scarlet’s dead form that he was hit with it sending him into the wall, I ran over and checked his pulse, I sighed in relief as he was just unconscious, I glared at Superior as she made her way over to me, I growled as I kicked her in the face, sending her on to her back, I got on top of her throwing random punches into her face before she flung me off her, I rolled across the ground and she appeared above me and pinned me to the ground with her metal around my throat,

“You really thought you could beat me?” She asked,

“I know I can beat you” I choked as I smirked, she was tackled off me, I gasped began coughing as someone came over to me before I fell unconscious.

***

I gasped as I shot up, I stood up and looked around the cell I was in,

“We’re taking you back to our base to interrogate you” Aqua-lad informed me, I looked towards him as he stood in front of the door,

“How’s Speedy? Where is he?” I asked as I stood in front of him,

“I’m presuming that you mean the fellow speedster that works with you. He’s in the med-bay, comatose” He answered, I sighed running a hand through my hair,

“Aqua-lad! Superior has escaped” Artemis yelled over the coms,

“I can help” I state looking at him,

“No. You’re dangerous” He said before disappearing, I sighed

“Computer, open Cell door 3B” I ordered,

“Acknowledge” It replied as the cell door opened,

I walked out and made my way to the hanger of the ship to see most of the Young Justice League on the floor as Superior stood next to the hatch, she waved a necklace with the red letter ‘S’ making my eyes widen as she opened the hatch before jumping out,

“Not so fast” I growled as I ran and jumped out after her, I caught up to her and pulled the necklace from her before punching her in the face, then used her body as a cushion to absorb most of the impact of us landing on the ground, I got off her as she groaned,

“I’m far superior than you” I sneered as I snapped her neck, I placed the necklace in my pocket as the bioship landed in front of me, Aqua-lad, Miss Martian and Superboy came over to me, they glanced at the body, “She died on impact” I lied, the boys looked towards Miss Martian and she nodded

“She’s telling the truth” She confirmed.

***

I was woken up by Speedy groaning, I sat up and stretched

“Where are we?” He asked,

“Mount Justice. I told the Young Justice League everything and they’ve considered to let us join them” I answered, his eyes widened

“Where’s Scarlet? I had a nightmare that she was murdered” He questioned, I lowered my head,

“That wasn’t a nightmare Seb” I say,

“No. No! You’re lying! This a sick joke you’re playing!” He cried,

“I wish I was” I sighed as I stood up, he tackled me with a hug and cried into me, I pulled him closer allowing him to cry and scream,

“Seb. Listen to me. We’re family. We’ll get through this” I whispered, he pulled away and looked up at me with tears still rolling down his cheeks, I wiped them away and pulled out Simone’s necklace making his eyes widen, I placed it around his neck “This way, she’ll always be close to your heart” I whispered placing a kissed on his forehead,

“Where’s your mask?” He asked,

“With the mask and goggles I looked intimidating. So, I’ve chosen to stick with the goggles and dispose the mask” I inform, he nodded “Come on. I want to show you something” I say as I lead him to a room that had holograms of fallen heroes, I walked up to a Robin hologram,

“Who’s he?” He asked,

“The second Robin; Jason Todd. My younger brother” I whispered, I moved on to Tula’s hologram,

“Aqua-girl. I remember her from the stories you tell” He stated, I nodded

“Tula, it was an honour to know her” I say as I looked up to her,

“What about her?” Seb asked as he stood in front of my hologram,

“Kitten” I answered, his eyes widened as he looked between myself and the hologram, I chuckled as I stood next to him, “I think this is from when I was 16” I comment as I admired it,

“Five years ago?!” he exclaimed, I rolled my eyes

“Yes. Now, I presume you’re hungry” I say, his eyes lit up making me chuckle as I lead him to the kitchen and watched him devour the food,

“He’s awake” Kaldur stated as he appeared next to me, I nodded

“He’s excited to be a hero” I comment, he hummed

“The Flash said that he’d like to train him” He said, I glanced at him,

“Speedy” I say, he stopped mid-bite and hummed “Flash wants you as his protégé” I say, his eyes widened and he appeared in front of us,

“Really?! When can I meet him?!” He asked as he grabbed my arm,

“You’re best asking Kid Flash or Impulse that” Kaldur answered, he nodded and disappeared,

“How’s Wally from me breaking his spine?” I asked, his eyes widen

“How’d you-?”

“The system files” I answered cutting him off,

“Oh. He’s back to his usual self. It only took a week for him to heal” He said, I nodded

“That’s a relief to hear” I comment,

“Black Canary is going to train us. If you’d like to join” He offered, I nodded and followed him to the training room,

“I was wondering where you were” Dick commented as we walked in,

“Well, since we have a new member; Soldier. I want to see what you’ve got” Dinah stated, I walked up to her as everyone surrounded to watch.

***

We all arrived at the Chrisylis as Barry, Wally and Bart were running around it to reverse its affects,

“In 15 seconds Kid-Flash will cease” Blue-Beetle informed everyone,

“Not if I have something to do about it” Speedy said before he switched places with Wally,

“Speedy!” I yelled, the Chrisylis vanished and the smoke cloud cleared revealing Barry and Bart catching their breaths, “Why’ve only two of the three speedsters are here? Where’s Speedy?” I asked as I went up to them,

“Soldier…” Barry trailed off, I shook my head “He wanted me to tell you that he loved you and that he wanted you to be the hero you told him about” Barry said, I went numb

“He wants me to be Kitten” I muttered,

“Soldier-”

“Stop calling me that!” I snapped cutting Wally off, I removed my goggles making everyone gasp, I crushed the goggles with my metal arm before heading towards the bioship.

***

We arrived back at the base and everyone went their separate ways, I made my way to the fallen heroes hall and stood in front of my hologram, I smashed the project before falling to my knees and crying, I heard footsteps approach me making me stop and wipe the tears away and stand up to face whoever,

“Father” I say folding my arms,

“(Y/N), it’s really you” He said reaching out to me, I swatted his hand away

“You don’t suit the sentimental” I comment,

“You’ve been missing for three years” He stated, I hummed

“Didn’t make you look for me now, did it?” I asked,

“(Y/N)...” He sighed,

“Don’t (Y/N) me. I’ve managed perfectly fine without you” I snap before barging past him, I made my way to the zeta tube and went to put in the caves co-ordinates but stopped when I noticed someone in the corner of my eyes, I turned slightly to see Kaldur,

“Will you re-join us?” He asked, I looked at the ground, he approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “I’m not pressuring you, but it would be nice to have you back, Kitten” He said,

“I don’t know” I answered look up at him,

“I understand. You’re always welcome. You were one of the founders” He said, I gave a small smile and nodded

“Thanks” I say before he left me.

***

I sighed sitting down in my apartment, turning on the news,

“The big news of this week is that (Y/N) Wayne, the daughter of Bruce Wayne, who was presumed dead after being missing for three years was found by the Young Justice League. Miss Wayne has yet to comment on her whereabouts these past years…” The anchor-man rambled on,

I rolled my eyes and stood up looking out of my window, I opened my window and sat on the ledge taking the night’s cold, I raised an eyebrow as I looked into a window of the apartment complex across from mine, a young woman, who was pregnant, was carrying a duffel bag to the door when a man came in and began pushing her around, then slapped her across the face, I growled and jumped down onto the street below and made my way into the apartment, luckily for me he left the apartment door open so when I made it up to it, he had her against the wall with his hand around her throat,

“Don’t hurt our baby” She cried, I knocked him off her and held her behind me,

“This isn’t any of your business rich-kid” He spat, I raised an eyebrow

“It became my business when I witnessed you, assault and nearly murder this woman” I growled, he came at me so I grabbed his fist before twisting his arm behind his back, then I slammed his head into the wall making him go unconscious, I turned to the woman

“Are you okay?” I asked, she nodded slowly as she stared at the man’s unconscious form,

“Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight?” I asked, she shook her head “I’m going to call the police, then I’ll take you to mine. Alright?” I say, she nodded, I did as I said, and the police turned up ten minutes later.

“Miss Wayne” Jim greeted as he approached me, the woman was having pictures of her injuries taken for the case against the man,

“Commissioner” I say,

“How did you know of this crime?” He questioned,

“I live in the apartment complex across the road and I looked out of my window to see him attacking her” I explained, he hummed

“And, how did you?” He mentioned the unconscious form,

“I’ve just come back from somewhere, where they wanted me to be a weapon. I took some of the trails that were performed for me on him, none lethal of course” I answered, he noted it down

“Very well. If I have anymore, questions for you. I’ll call you down to the station” He said, I nodded, and he left, the woman approached me,

“You all cleared to go?” I asked, she nodded as she picked up her duffel bag, “Let’s go” I say as I lead her to my apartment, “You’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you need” I say as I opened up the guest room to her, she gave a weak smile to me as she set her bag on the bed, “May I ask for your name?” I asked,

“Tulsa Newton, I prefer Tula though” She answered, I nodded

“(Y/N) Wayne” I introduced,

“I know” She smiled,

“How far along are you?” I asked mentioning her stomach,

“37 weeks” She answered.

***

“(Y/N). Do you mind looking after Jai? I’ve got a late shift and-”

“Tula, I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m fine with taking care of him” I say cutting her off, she smiled

“Thank you” She said before bending down placing a kiss on her sons head, “Behave for your Aunt, okay?” She said,

“I will. Bye Mama” He waved her goodbye,

“Hello one and all! I’m joined by the Young Justice League this fine evening” The Joker greeted as he appeared on the television, Jai grabbed on to my leg and hid behind it, as the Joker rambled on showing each of the bloody members, “And the best part is no one can help them! Hahaha! Their precious mentors are in space and they’re all here!” The Joker cackled,

“Jai?” I asked, he peered around my leg and looked up at me,

“Yeah?” He asked,

“What do you say about coming with me to rescue them?” I asked, he beamed at me and nodded

“Can we?!” He yelled, I nodded

“Let me get changed” I say as I set him on the couch and turned the TV off, I changed into my Kitten suit and placed my sai’s in their holders and placed on my domino mask on, I went over to Jai as he stared up with wide eyes

“Kitty!” He cheered holding out his arms, I picked him up and placed him in a sling wrap on my front before taking off through the city.

I arrived outside the warehouse and heard the Joker’s cackling,

“Jai, you’re going have to be really quiet for me, okay?” I whispered, he nodded and placed a finger on his lips making me smile as I climbed into the warehouse, I got on to a stack of crates and took Jai and the sling off, setting them on the crate, “Stay right here for me. Okay?” I demanded, he nodded

“Quiet and stay” He whispered, I kissed his forehead,

“I’ll be right back” I whispered before jumping off the crate,

“Joker!” I yell announcing my presence,

“Kitten? I thought you were dead” He commented, he shrugged “You will be soon” He laughed, I rolled my eyes

“I’m this close from kicking your arse” I say as I held my hand up showing him that my index finger and thumb were touching,

“Your fingers are touching” He stated,

“Exactly” I smirked before I was swarmed by his henchmen, I took them down and made my way over to the Joker,

“Kitty!” Jai yelled, my head snapped in his direction to see two henchmen were making their way up to him, my eyes widened

“Aw Kitten’s become a mother” Joker chuckled from behind me, I growled as I did a roundhouse kick to his face and ran towards the crate,

“Jai, do a big jump for me!” I ordered,

“But I’ll fall!” He cried,

“Jai, I’ll catch you. I promise” I encouraged, he took a few steps back before running and jumping off the crates, I ran up a pillar and propelled myself off of it, catching him and landing in a crouched position, I pulled him away from my chest

“Again!” He cheered, I sighed shaking my head before rolling into cover as Joker shot at us, I looked around for a solution but sighed when I couldn’t find any.

‘Break one of us out. We’ll look after Jai’ M’Gann offered, I glanced at her and nodded, I cradled Jai into my chest as I made a break for Connor, since he was the closest to us, I snapped his restraints and handed Jai to him,

“Two minutes” I say before getting out of the cover and running towards the Joker, I kicked the revolver to the floor then pinned him to the floor holding my sai’s at his throat,

“Ooo you’ve also grown claws” He cackled, I slammed the handles of my sai’s into his head knocking him unconscious, I stood up and felt dizzy, I looked down at my leg to see a syringe stuck in it,

“Oh, you smartass” I commented before I fell unconscious.

***

I groaned as I came conscious, I sat up holding my head,

“Kitty!” Jai yelled making me look up to see him, Tula and Kaldur enter the room, I smiled as he climbed on my bed and gave me a hug,

“Hello Jai” I say returning the hug, he pulled away and sat at the bottom of my feet, Tula came over to me,

“That’s for taking my son with you. That’s for scaring me. And that’s for being alright” She said as she slapped me twice then hugged me,

“Nice to know you care” I chuckled returning her hug,

“Your friend’s been worried sick. Seems like he cares a lot about you” She whispered before pulling away, I rolled my eyes

“Whatever you say Tula” I say, she smiled

“Come on Jai. We best let (Y/N) get some rest” Tula said as she mentioned him to get down,

“You’re not going anywhere until I get a goodbye kiss” I say as I pulled him into my chest stopping him from getting down, he let out a squeal as he wriggled in my grip, he knelt on my thighs and placed a kiss on my cheek,

“Bye Kitty” he smiled before climbing off my bed and leaving the room with Tula,

“How you feeling?” Kaldur asked as he sat in the chair next my bed,

“Good. How long have I been out?” I asked as I began to unattached the wires that were on me.

“A couple days. It was good to see you in the field again” He answered, I nodded

“It felt good to be back in the suit” I comment as I sat on the edge of the bed,

“Does that mean you’ll consider coming back to the team?” He asked, I noticed the hope in his eyes, I nodded

“I missed the team. And working alongside you” I say, he stood up,

“Welcome back, Kitten” He smiled, I shook my head and stood up myself

“Δεν χρειάζεται να με καλέσετε γατάκι. (Y/N) είναι καλό, Kαλδυρ'αμ (You don’t have to call me Kitten. (Y/N) is fine, Kaldur’ahm)” I say, his eyes widened

“You remember” He commented, I smiled and nodded

“I’ve also improved over the years” I state, he nodded

“You have. My King and Queen would be proud” He admitted,

“Something’s on your mind” I say,

“What makes you say that?” He asked, I raised an eyebrow

“I’ve worked beside you for years Kaldur. I know when something’s bothering you. What is it?” I asked, he sighed

“I’m going to visit Atlantis and was wondering if you would like to join me?” He asked, my eyes widened

“Kaldur, you don’t have to ask me that. You could just drag me along” I smile,

“We’re not as close as we were, (Y/N)” He commented,

“Well, I guess this visit to Atlantis would be good for us both” I say, his eyes widened as he smiled.

***

Kaldur and myself arrived in Atlantis and was met by Orin and Mera,

“Kaldur’ahm, it’s good to see you again” Orin greeted,

“You too my King” Kaldur replied,

“Kitten. It’s good to hear that you’re back to business” Orin said turning to me, I nodded

“It’s good to be back, and please call me (Y/N)” I reply,

“Of course, anyway welcome to Atlantis” Orin said mentioning his kingdom,

“Αυτή δεν είναι η πρώτη μου φορά εδώ, η ανωτερότητά σας (This is not my first time here, your highness)” I say, Orin and Mera’s eyes widened as Kaldur smiled

“Μιλάτε τη γλώσσα μας; (You speak our language?)” Mera asked, I nodded

“Δεν είμαι άπταιος σε αυτό, αλλά με περισσότερη βοήθεια από τον Kαλδυρ'αμ, θα είμαι (I'm not fluent in it but with more help from Kaldur'ahm, I will be)” I explain, she smiled

“Kaldur!” A male voice yelled making us both turn only to have Kaldur in a hug,

“Garth, it’s good to see you” Kaldur greeted as they pulled apart,

“(Y/N)? It’s been awhile” Garth said as he pulled me into a hug, I chuckled

“It has” I say patting his back before he pulled away,

“Apologies for intruding” Garth said turning to Orin and Mera,

“You’re happy to see your friends Garth, nothing to be ashamed of” Mera smiled,

“I’ll show you to your accommodations while you stay here (Y/N)” Kaldur said as he lead me away from the Atlanteans, as we walked, many of the Atlanteans we past stopped and talked about me,

“Do you think they don’t know about me being able to understand them?” I asked Kaldur, he smiled

“It’s rare that we have your kind down here, (Y/N)” He explained.

***

I was stood waiting for Kaldur as he was saying his goodbyes,

“He likes you, you know” Garth said as he came up behind me, I slapped his arm

“Don’t do that to me” I scold, he chuckled shaking his head, “Why’d you say that anyway?” I asked,

“Why else would he want to introduce you to his mother?” He asked mentioning the woman he was talking to, my eyes widened

“That’s his mother?” I gasped, he nodded

“She’s beautiful” I muttered making Garth laugh, I shot him a glare

“What’s so amusing?” I asked, “Nothing” He answered calming himself down, I rolled my eyes

“(Y/N)” Kaldur called over, I looked over to him and he mentioned me to come over, I did so “I’d like you to meet my mother. Mother, this is (Y/N), she also goes by Kitten” He introduced,

“It’s lovely to meet you” I smile as I held my hand out,

“You too, Kaldur’ahm speaks about you a lot” She said shaking my hand,

“Mother” Kaldur groaned making me chuckle as his cheeks reddened, there was a distant explosion making me look around

“(Y/N), you should go” Kaldur said,

“Excuse me? I’m not letting Atlantis be attacked” I snap,

“If the glass breaks you’ll drown” He said, I raised an eyebrow as I pulled out a portable breather,

“You really think I’d come to a city in the sea without precaution?” I smirked, he rolled his eyes

“Fine, just be careful” He sighed, I placed my hand on his upper arm,

“Always am, Aqua-lad” I winked, he shook his head

“Whatever you say, Kitten” He replied, I nodded as the doors opened letting in whoever was attacking the palace along with a flood of water.

I placed the breather in my mouth and pulled out my sai’s and went to attack the intruders, the room was quickly submerged in water making my moves difficult, I noticed Kaldur’s mother getting surrounded so I swam over and took them down, I glanced at his mother who gave me a nod of appreciation, I was shot in the abdomen making me let out a gargled cry and drop the breather from my mouth in the process, I tried chasing the breather but the pain in my abdomen was too much, as I let out another cry taking a mouthful of water

“Hold on (Y/N)” Queen Mera said as she appeared next to me, I nodded holding the wound before going unconscious.

***

I woke up and blinked a couple of times adjusting to the light, I sat up, wincing and hissing in the process, I looked around the room and a nurse came in

“It’s good to see your awake ma’am” She said,

“Where am I?” I asked,

“Atlantis, ma’am. Do you not remember what happened?” She asked,

“I remember getting shot after helping Kaldur’ahm mother. Wait, is Kaldur’ahm alright? He wasn’t injured, was he?” I asked, she chuckled shaking her head

“No. He’s fine” She smiled, I sighed in relief

“When can I leave?” I asked,

“Ma’am, you’ve been shot through the abdomen, it hit many vitals” She informed, I nodded

“So, I’ll keep out of action for a while. Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m not a huge fan of hospitals” I say, she sighed

“If you promise to stay out of action for four months then I’ll sign your papers now, so you can leave” She bargained,

“Four months?!” I exclaimed, she nodded “Fine” I sighed, she smiled and signed the papers, then lead me to the palace, “Thank you” I smile, she nodded before returning, I walked in and was met with Kaldur, Mera and Orin stood talking, “I’m not intruding, am I?” I asked,

“(Y/N)” Kaldur gasped as he ran over and tackled me with a hug, I winced but returned it, he pulled away “You should be resting” He scolded,

“You know I hate hospitals, Kaldur” I replied, he shook his head

“(Y/N)” Orin said as he and Mera approached us,

“Your liege” I say,

“Because of your help, we were able to stop the invasion. You have my thanks” He said extending his hand, I shook it

“I’ve enjoyed your presence while you’ve been here, (Y/N). You’re welcome back anytime” Mera said,

“Thank you” I smiled and nodded.

“We best be off. Until our next meeting” Kaldur said, they nodded, and we left through the zeta tube, we arrived back at the base

“You’re back!” Bart exclaimed as he zipped to us but Kaldur stopped him, “Hey. I wanted to hug her!” Bart whined,

“(Y/N), is injured and needs to recover” Kaldur informed,

“Injured?!” Dick yelled as he ran over to me, “Where?” He questioned as he began to look for the injury, I pushed him back

“Honestly, Littlewing. I’m fine” I say,

“I’d wish you’d stop calling me that” He pouted,

“Suck it up. You’re my younger brother” I say, his posture perked up and he squeezed me into a hug, I bit my lip as winced

“Sorry” He apologised pulling away,

“This close to knocking you out” I say holding up my hand,

“They’re not touching. I live!” He yelled running away, I shook my head as I gave Bart a side hug,

“Come on. You need rest” Kaldur demanded as he lead me to my room, I semi-laid on my bed as he sat on the edge of it,

“Kaldur?” I say, he hummed looking at me, “Do you have feelings for me?” I asked, he looked away from me

“What makes you ask that?” He asked,

“Garth, he told me that you liked me before the invasion” I answered, he muttered something and ran a hand over his face,

“I do have feelings for you” He whispered, it fell quiet between us, he must have taken it as a rejection as he stood up, “Just forget I said anything” He said as he made his way to the door,

“Kaldur wait” I say reaching for him before taking in a sharp breath as pain shot through my wound.

“Are you okay?” Kaldur asked as he sat me back, I nodded

“Just the wrong movement” I answered, he nodded

“Get some rest” He said,

“After this” I say before pulling him in for a kiss, he was shocked for a moment then began to kiss back, his hands cupped my cheeks as mine went behind his neck, avoiding his gills, he broke away making me pout,

“Get some rest” He repeated with a small smirk, I narrowed my eyes at him,

“I hate you” I say,

“That kiss said otherwise” He smiled, I rolled my eyes,

“You’re staying with me while I rest then” I say, he shrugged climbing in next to me, I rested my head on top of his chest,

“Sleep tight, Kitten” He whispered placing a kiss on my forehead as I drifted asleep.

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do you see the sky that i am seeing? part 2

Quimby had hoped the sun would start to burn his skin, causing a bright, hot pain that would slowly spread across his arms, leaving him uncomfortable and itchy. There were too many clouds for the sun to do any damage. He had hoped the heat would be unbearable on the stone balcony, but it was too late in the day for the bench he sat on to do more than warm his hands. He had hoped that coming out here would make him feel something to distract him, but the day was too mild. His mother would call this a perfect day in the Royal Province – sunny, moderately warm, a light breeze to ruffle hair and cool sweaty necks – a perfectly, obnoxiously average day. It was driving Quimby insane.

It didn’t make any sense to him. How could the day be so normal? It had felt normal when he woke up this morning. Nothing remarkable or foreboding had warned him to the awful reality that the afternoon held for him. Quimby glared at the garden, at the fluttering birds and the blooming flowers. The world should react when terrible things happen. It shouldn’t just pretend that it was the same as the day before. Something else should have changed the way Quimby had changed, lost a part of himself in the past hours.

A noise came from behind, inside the castle walls. Quimby whirled around. “Robin, I’m not in the mood to -” He paused. “Oh. Um. Hello, Miss Nadia.”

Nadia smiled at him in amusement. “Hello, Prince Quimby. I didn’t realize you had heard me.”

“What – uh – what are you…” his gaze traveled down to the tray she held lightly in her hands, its contents covered by a white cloth. “Oh. I missed dinner, didn’t I?”

“By an hour. So -” She walked out onto the balcony and set the tray down on the bench next to Quimby - “since I doubted you were going to come inside anytime soon, I decided I would bring some food to you.” She sat down on the other side of the tray, brushed her skirts down, and cleared her throat. “Now, what we have here is...” She whipped the cloth off with a flourish. “A loaf of soft white bread, Capital fish braised over red-hot coals, and the juiciest Iretria fruit found!” The napkin was thrown to the side as Nadia spread her hands out dramatically. “A feast fit for a king!”

Despite himself, Quimby laughed. “I didn’t know you could change your voice like that.”

“Oh, I can do quite a few voices. I’m an amazing storyteller.”

“I never knew.” Quimby looked down at the food on the plate in front of him. “Have you eaten?” It would be impolite to eat if Nadia hadn’t had the chance yet. “The servants don��t eat until later, right? If you’re hungry…”

Nadia scoffed. “Your majesty, don’t worry. There are two servings of everything, aren’t there?” Quimby looked back at the tray. There were. Nadia wore a mischievous grin. “You really think I’d smuggle good food out of the kitchen and not take some for myself?”

Quimby laughed again, louder this time. “Of course, of course.” He smiled at her, his face feeling a little less raw. “Thank you, Miss Nadia. You didn’t have to.”

“What, and let my lord starve?” She held a hand to her chest, faking an insulted gasp. “I would never.”

“For...for looking for me, too,” he said, hesitantly. Nadia’s smile softened from teasing to kind.

“Well, don’t mention it.” She snatched up a piece of fish with another dramatic flourish. “Now dig in! Or all this wonderful food will go cold.”

“I hope the fruit isn’t hot,” Quimby said as he reached for the bread.

“Very funny.”

They ate in silence, staring at the setting sun. Quimby fidgeted in his seat; the quiet put him on edge. No matter how many times Quimby glanced over, Nadia looked no more likely to start a conversation, apparently happy with watching the sky’s colors change. She had yet to mention his red eyes or sudden disappearance from the hall. Quimby wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or relieved, so he ate more food. Nadia was good friends with Robin, so it made sense that she would help find his little brother. But why would she bring him food and sit with him if all she wanted was to help Robin track him down?

Eventually, he ran out of food to stuff in his mouth. He busied himself by cleaning his hands of all fruit residue with his napkin. Nadia remained silent, despite the fact that the sun had nearly set and she surely had better things to be doing. He tossed the napkin onto the tray. He didn’t know Nadia well enough to predict her actions. Was this how she normally acted? Did she want him to talk first? Was she waiting for him to lower his guard so Robin could- sake of the elders, calm down.

“I’m sorry for my outburst, earlier,” Quimby blurted out. Nadia cocked her head curiously as Quimby stumbled through his words. “I...didn’t mean to yell or get angry. You didn’t do anything.”

“I forgive you, Quimby. It was an accident.”

“Robin tends to be confrontational, you see, and I didn’t feel like dealing with his tendency to tackle problems...head-on.”

“I understand.” Nadia smiled. “You don’t have to make excuses, Quimby. I’m not trying to make you talk or anything.”

“...oh.”

“Not that you can’t talk to me, if you want to,” Nadia added. “If you’d like to talk to me so you can stall going inside, I have no problem with it. Better than getting told to clean fireplaces again.” Oh no oh no oh no- “We can talk about anything,” Nadia continued. “Seen any interesting performances lately?”

“...No,” Quimby said, confused. Why was she being so nice to him?

“Megan saw the most hilarious acting show on her last day off,” Nadia said, not missing a beat. “It was about these two rival families, and the youngest of each family were marrying each other, and they were trying to plan the wedding...”

She continued as Quimby stared. She was just talking to him as if everything was normal. No ulterior motives present. No other person around. She was telling him a personal story as if they were friends sharing a casual picnic. The only other person that he’s spent time with like this is – was -

“Why aren’t you asking about Bridget?” Quimby interrupted. Nadia stopped mid-sentence, eyes and nose scrunched up in confusion. Quimby, realizing what he had done, backtracked. “I apologize, that was incredibly rude of me-”

“Do you want me to ask about Bridget?” Nadia asked, ignoring his attempt to save himself.

“No, of course not.” Quimby answered immediately. Nadia raised a single critical eyebrow. He winced, turning away from her. “But...maybe I want to talk about her.”

“Then talk.” Nadia leaned back against the castle wall, face passive. “And if that outburst of yours was somehow not indicative of how you want to talk through an emotional mess, then don’t talk.”

Quimby stared at her. He didn’t want to talk about it. On the other hand, his attempts to mask his inner turmoil were, for some strange reason, failing miserably. He also felt miserable.

“She hates Iretria fruit,” he said finally, not looking away from Nadia. She hummed in acknowledgment, her face unchanged. “She says it’s too sweet. She loves Untuai berries, though. They’re too tart for me, so she finds ways to make me eat some to see my face scrunch up and laughs at me.” Nadia smiled and let a slight laugh escape. Quimby relaxed. As he continued to talk about Bridget, he leaned back against the castle wall and watched the sky like Nadia. “...and she wears a lot of purple clothes because one time someone in the court said she didn’t look good in purple. She loves fresh flowers and can make a flower crown in under a minute, but she’ll never admit it.” The sky was a deep blue, now, like her favorite dress. “Bridget and I used to sit in the fields behind the castle and make as many flower crowns as we could when we were younger. When it started to get late, we would race back to the castle and place them on every single statue of the elders we could find. Her mother and my father would complain about all the grass stains on our clothes.” The stars winked into existence above him, chasing the colors of the sunset away. “She made a joke last time she was here, said that we should get some flowers and cover the statues again. We laughed about it, but I told her we should act our age. She sent me a pressed flower crown in her last letter and reminded me I wasn’t all grown up quite yet.” Quimby bit his lip, thinking of the unfinished letter sitting on his desk. The last line he had written was a joke about her humor level being the same as when they were eight. Everything in that letter seemed so childish, now, so pointless: a pointless letter she’ll never read.

“What if I never see her again?” Quimby whispered. “What if she’s really gone?”

“She hasn’t been missing that long,” Nadia said calmly.

“But there’s been no ransom note!” Quimby sat up violently, sending the tray clattering to the ground. He barely noticed, grabbing onto his knees with a white-knuckled grip. “No attempt at contact! Not a sign of the people who tore through the Tuitou’s manor! And Bridget would be a terrible prisoner, anyways, she’s too mouthy and loud and would keep trying to escape and – and -” Quimby broke off, his voice choking up, tears pricking at his eyes. “-and it would easier for the bandits if they just -”

“Quimby.” Nadia pried his hands from his knees and held them in her own. He looked away from her, from her worry and pity, trying to blink back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. “Quimby, you can’t let yourself go through every terrible scenario. You’ll stress yourself out without helping Bridget at all.”

“I’m fine,” Quimby said, still not looking at her. Her heard Nadia scoff in annoyance.

“Of course you are, so you’re crying because of the wind, right?” When Quimby didn’t respond, Nadia sighed. “Look, I…” she hesitated. “I never met Lady Bridget, so I can’t say I know much about her. But, based on what I’ve heard, she’s a talented and capable girl who has basic survival instincts. Wherever she is, I’m sure she’s scared but holding her own.”

“I can’t stop worrying.”

“I can tell,” Nadia said wryly. She continued, in a kinder voice, “I’m not saying you shouldn’t look for her, but you shouldn’t hurt yourself over this. She’ll come back.”

“What if she doesn’t, Nadia? Father won’t even look for her.” He scoffed, thinking back to the morning with disdain. “’My condolences to your family.’ The daughter of his loyal ally goes missing, and that’s all he can say? What if we’re already too late? What if there’s never a trace of her again, and we’re all left to wonder for the rest of our lives if she lived or if she -” He was crying in earnest, with hiccuping sobs that choked the words off before he could speak. Nadia dropped his hands and pulled him into a hug. “She can’t be dead,” he sobbed into her shoulder. “She can’t be dead, I never sent her a copy of Kering’s poems, and she hasn’t seen the Candorian mountain ranges yet, and she hasn’t gotten her birthday present, and she hasn’t taken me to see the Oth trees blossom in Rital, and I haven’t told her that she’s my best friend in years, and -” He stopped to take in a messy breath.

Nadia didn’t pull away until he was quiet again, the tears finished. Quimby sat back with a sniff, embarrassed and scrubbing at his eyes. “I’m sorry, this is so unbecoming.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nadia whispered. He risked a look at her, fearing pity, but found understanding in her eyes. “Losing someone is hard.”

Quimby sniffed again. “I don’t think I’ll be able to accept she’s gone.”

“Then don’t. Search for her and find your proof.” Nadia placed a hand on his shoulder and added in a quieter voice. “But don’t let grief consume you until it’s all you are.”

Quimby nodded, throat too rough from crying. He looked towards the sky again. The stars were out in full force, now; without a cloud in the sky, he could see every constellation he knew the name of. Could Bridget see the stars right now? Was she staring at the sky, wondering how she would get home?

“We should go inside,” Quimby said. He smiled at Nadia, hoping his gratefulness shown past his red eyes. “I didn’t mean to keep you for so long, Nadia. My apologies, I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Think nothing of it.” Nadia gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze before pulling away. She stood and leaned down to gather up the tray. Feeling guilty but sensing Nadia would swat him if he said sorry again, Quimby kneeled down to help her.

With all the dishes shoved back on the tray, Nadia stood up and rolled her shoulders. “Right. Inside, then? It’s getting chilly.”

“Shall I accompany you to the kitchens?” Quimby asked, finding his footing again (literally, as he stood up, and figuratively). Nadia raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“I can find my way. I’d rather you went to bed, young prince. Can I trust you’ll go to your room and I won’t have to explain to your brother why you spent another night in the library?”

“No, I’ll go to my room. Promise.” Quimby winced as he remembered Robin’s rant about back pain and the effects of lack of sleep.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Nadia turned on her heels and walked down the hall. “Good night, Prince Quimby.”

“Good night, Miss Nadia.” He bowed, as was proper, even though this whole interaction had nothing to do with proprietary. He heard her laugh from around the corner and smiled. Perhaps, despite what he thought, Nadia was more than Robin’s friend. Maybe she was his as well.

A small white ball caught his attention; he and Nadia had forgotten one of the napkins on the floor. Quimby kneeled down to pick it up and froze, spotting what had been hidden underneath it. Some juice from the fruit had splashed onto the floor when he knocked over the tray. The warm feeling from his interaction with Nadia faded with his smile, and he stared at the stain as if it was blood. He had sat on an Iretria fruit when they were seven and splattered it all over the place; Bridget had laughed and said it was the fate all Iretria fruit deserved. She teased him for the rest of the night, until the Duke of Turil’s son made a remark about it. Instead of laughing back, Bridget had dumped her glass all over him and broke his nose.

Bridget decided that Quimby was her best friend when they were six years old and he’d been along for the ride ever since. No matter what, she’s always protected him, fearless as she was stubborn. After everything, if he failed her now, when she truly needed him...he had resources, but they weren’t for finding lost friends, and they were already spread too thin. It might not be enough. What if... Quimby looked up at the stars watching him.

“If you’re out there, if you’re still alive,” he swore to the sky, “I’ll find you.” The stars waited for him to finish. “And if you’re not alive, I’ll find you anyway.” A promise made, Quimby stood up purposefully and strode inside. He had a lot of work to do.

A month later I finally post some original work, whoops.

I was hoping I might get to posting some real stories here sooner rather than later, but I’m a bit of a picky writer. So, this is a short thing that doesn’t fit into the story I’m working on but I wanted to write. Constructive criticism is appreciated, if you want to give it! Thanks for reading!

#my writing #short story #oneshot #original fiction #fiction #fantasy #mystery #stories from alamore #new writer #writers on tumblr

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