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twilight-orchid · 3 months

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The Shopping Trip

Jason Todd x Pregnant Reader

Word count 1,437

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, cursing, brief sexual reference

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Ever since your pregnancy began to show, Jason was on you like a hawk. You wince from the pressure on your back, he’s there with lotion to give you a massage. You’re too sick to eat, he goes out of his way to make you something you can keep down. He made sure you got enough sleep, bought all of your cravings no matter what time or weather condition, waited on you hand and foot, and was happy to sit there and hold you when you sobbed at whatever triggered your hormones.

Sure, he was doting and sweet, but he was also protective and possessive; traits highly exasperated by the fact you were carrying his kids. Lord help anyone who even looked at you the wrong way, your giant guard dog of a fiancé had a hand on your hip and was staring daggers in seconds. Any time you left the house he was at high alert. You thought it was endearing to a point. However, the way he currently surveyed the Babies-R-Us as you entered like he was on an undercover mission was a bit excessive. He held your hand tight, as if he were afraid someone would whisk you away at any moment.

He grabbed a cart then stopped once you were a bit into the store.

“Alright, game plan.” He said, turning to you.

“Cribs, car seats, a stroller, blankets, towels, bouncers, tummy time pillows, highchairs, clothes, bottles, diapers, toys, bibs, pacifiers.” You read off the list on your phone.

“Damn that’s a list.” He muttered. You snickered, your hands dropping to rest on your 6-month rounded belly.

“Maybe next time you won’t break the condom.” You whispered teasingly.

“I don’t think I recall hearing any complaints at the time. And that night I remember every detail of.” He said lowly, his voice slipping into that sexy growl of his that helped get you in this situation to begin with. He loved how the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from him, your lip between your teeth as you too remembered the night in question. He chuckled at your flustered face before he decided you’d had enough.

“Alright, alright doll. After you.”

The couple had only walked a bit further into the store before you squealed and ran over to a display. Well, ran was a bit of an exaggeration at that point; it was more like a quick waddle. He felt guilty about how much pain you were in as the kids grew, but God forgive him, he also found watching you try to maneuver around your middle hilarious.

He followed you to the display as you turned to him beaming, matching purple and green onesies in your hands.

“Look! They have little hoodies. And matching socks and baby mittens! It’s pretty warm, it’ll be perfect to bring them home from the hospital in. And they’re so adorable!” He watched your little outburst with a smile on his lips. Cute.

“Those are perfect.” He agreed. You grinned as you dropped them in the cart.

“So, what are we actually getting today and what’s going on the registry?” He asked as they walked towards the cribs.

“All of the furniture, the strollers, and the car seats will go on the registry; Bruce was very insistent about it. We just need to pick them out today.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll buy the whole thing plus some.”

“Most likely.” You agreed with a smile.

Jason really hadn’t been sure how Bruce would react to the news, but surprisingly The Dark Knight was actually taking it in stride. If the family didn’t know any better, they’d venture as far to say he was excited. However, Babs and Dick had him beat. Though no one was as elated as Alfred.

“We should go ahead and get stuff like bibs, blankets, clothes, bottles, pacifiers, and diapers today. But we should put some of that on the registry too, we could always use more.” He nodded in agreement as they reached the cribs.

They walked through the long, overfilled aisle of various cribs and cradles. Jason had no idea there were so many options to choose from, especially since most of them looked exactly the same. He turned to see if any had caught your eye, but he found you with a distinct frown on your face.

”What’s wrong doll?”

“We should have picked out the color scheme for the nursery before looking at furniture.” You replied. One thing you had been insistent on was a put together nursery. Jason had read about it in the numerous pregnancy books he’d read: nesting. You wanted everything cleaned, organized, and put together by the time your little boy and girl got there, and Jason could tell it was stressing you. He came around behind you and pulled you into him, his hands finding the sides of your belly and his fingers massaging circles into the fabric of your top.

“We can get neutrals for the furniture so it’ll work with whatever we choose. And I can always paint it if there’s a specific color pallet you pick out.” He suggested softly. You mulled it over for a second but nodded in agreement.

“This one is cute then. The bottom drops out so we could use it until they’re around 2. And the whole mattress is washable.” You mused, leaning your head back into his chest.

“That one’s nice, but look at this one. The bottom doesn’t drop as far but it turns into a toddler bed. And there’s all that storage on the bottom, we’ll need that while they’re little. Mattress’s still washable too.” You smiled and nodded, pulling away from him to write down the serial number.

The two of you moved about the store, picking out strollers and highchairs, décor and toys, planning paints and curtains. The cart was quickly filling with little things you found that would be helpful; swaddling blankets, wrap carriers, a baby monitor, a bottle warmer, a boogie sucker, etc. With how thorough you thought your list was, it was insane how many things you were seeing that you knew you would need. Eventually you rounded to the large expanse of colorful clothes, shoes, and accessories.

“Let’s split up, maybe 3 outfits each per baby for now?” You suggested. Jason nodded, kissing the top of your head and leaving you with the cart. First and foremost, he picked up a red onesie reading daddy’s girl in black cursive that came with a black tutu and black gold glitter leggings. Next, he grabbed a blue parter in crime onesie with little black cargo pants. Next, he was going for-

He heard soft sniffing coming from nearby. He looked around and was alarmed to find the cries coming from you. He rushed to your side.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You turned to him with tears down your face and a little formal suit in your hand.

“Jason, look at the tiny suit! It has a little bow tie, and itty-bitty dress shoes!” You could barely get it out before your voice broke. He stared at you blankly, trying to hold it it, but failed miserably as laughter overtook him.

“You’re crying over the baby suit? Seriously?”

“Fuck off Todd, I’m hormonal and it’s cute.” You glared at him, but he could see the humor in the quirk of your lip. He held his hands up in defeat.

“You’re right, you’re right. How dare I?”

“How dare you indeed.” You wiped your tears and turned back to the shelf of clothes you were looking at to hide your growing smile and hung the suit back up.

You both picked out your 6 outfits quickly, and in fact it was hard not to grab more. You hadn’t even seen your babies yet but you were so excited to dress them up. Maybe it was the fact that they were about to be first time parents, but everything was adorable.

You picked out some beanies, baby mittens, and socks to keep them warm, and Jason insisted on grabbing a Wonder Woman and a Superman swaddling blanket, pointedly leaving the Batman one untouched. Finally it was time to hit check out.

Jason said no to the printed copy when the cashier asked if he wanted the receipt in hand or emailed, honestly he wanted to quickly grow amnesia for that part of the trip. Especially since he knew that was trip number 1 of 2000 probably. However, when he looked over at you, your hand protectively resting over your children’s temporary home, the price tag didn’t matter quite as much. And as long as he had you with him, he didn’t care how many shopping trips you had to go on for your new, growing little family.

Whoo boy I couldn’t figure out how to end this one. Sorry it took so long, life is very stressful right now and writing is more of a passive hobby for me. This one doesn’t feel as put together as my others so sorry if it’s not what you were hoping for! I really just wanted to do some domestic fluff. Regardless thank you for reading and I really really appreciate the support on part 1 and 2!!!

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dc-marvel-life · 7 months

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Slipped My Mind

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader

Summary: Bruce forgot a very important day and the whole family is making sure he knows it. He tries to fix the mistake before you get home

Word Count: 917

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Bruce was sitting in the Batcave on the bat computer going over some files after a night of patrol. It has been a strange day for Bruce because no one is giving him the time of day today. It all started this morning when he woke up to an empty, cold bed without you. He didn’t think too much about it because you both are busy people with jobs. You own a very popular restaurant downtown.

Alfred comes down to the Batcave to give Bruce his nightly coffee. Once Alfred is next to Bruce he just throws down the tray in front of Bruce. Bruce looks at Alfred wondering why he just did that, but Alfred just has a straight face. Bruce lets out a sigh and nods his head. He picks up the coffee and spits it out.

“Alfred why is the coffee cold and bitter” Bruce grabs the napkin on the tray and cleans his mouth.

“I bet that is how Mistress Y/N feels about you today,” Alfred says under his breath then walks away. Bruce looks at him wide eye not understanding where that just came from. He ignores it now and will talk about it later with him. Right now Bruce is tired and just wants to see and cuddle his wife.

After a bit, the boys come back from patrol. They didn’t want to work with Bruce tonight. They didn’t give a good reason. They just mumbled under their breath and left.

“How was patrol tonight boys?” Bruce asked trying to make conversation since he was being ignored all day.

“Why do you care about how patrol is when there are more important things to be worried about right now,” Jason says taking off his helmet. Bruce looks at Jason with narrowed eyes trying to understand what he means by that.

“Jason is right and you need to do better or you are going to lose her,” Dick says with anger behind his tone.

“Lose her..” Bruce says to himself.

“Have you not noticed that she hasn’t been here all day because I have and miss her!” Damian yells. Bruce starts to think; are they talking about you not being here?

“Y/N isn’t here because you have forgotten your 10-year anniversary,” Tim says out loud. Bruce's heart stops for a second and he looks at the date. They were right, it was you and Bruce’s 10-year wedding anniversary and it has slipped his mind.

He stops everything that he is doing and runs out of the Batcave. He takes off the suit, gets into one of his many cars, and drives to the nearest store at this hour. He goes in and buys everything that you like and rushes back home to get everything set up for you.

After about an hour you arrive home after a very long day. You go up to your shared room with Bruce and open the door in awe. There are rose petals everywhere with lit candles and all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks. You look at Bruce with a serious face.

“Are you cheating on me?!” you say angrily.

“Why would you think that?” Bruce says confused.

“Baby, I love you and everything but you aren’t the most romantic person in the world sometimes. You know how to treat a woman very well but you don’t really show it too much. Now I come home on a random day and this is all done. I have to think that you are cheating on me and got caught” you explain and Bruce starts to laugh.

“Oh, this is great. You also forgot” Bruce smiles and walks over to you.

“What did I forget?” you start to think about what was so important about today, and then you remember. Today is your anniversary.

“Bruce I am so sorry that I forgot. I was so busy this morning getting stuff for the kids. Dick was wearing too small of clothes, so I went shopping for him. Jason needed new guns because somehow he lost them. Tim needed new computer parts. Damian has a field trip so I had to drive to the school and drop it off. Barbara needed help getting somewhere today. Then the restaurant was understaffed tonight so I had to jump in” You ramble on but stop one Bruce pulls you into a hug and leans in to give you a deep, passionate kiss that takes your breath away.

“Happy anniversary dear. We both forgot and that’s okay” Bruce says and you both laugh at it.

“Wow we really did forget, but it has been the best 10 years of my life” You give Bruce a chaste kiss.

“Now I haven’t been able to see my wife all tonight and the boys have been giving me the cold shoulder because they think you are mad at me for not remembering,” Bruce says.

“Let me go talk to the boys and explain what really happened,” you say and try to leave Bruce’s hold but can’t get out of his strong grip on your waist.

“Now we still have a few hours left in our anniversary and I want to spend it taking care of my hard-working wife who has been on her feet all day,” Bruce says and picks you up with ease.

“I like the sound of that” You wrap your arms around Bruce’s neck and kiss him. You both spend the night remembering why you got married in the first place.

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the-daydreaming-show · 11 months

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - Epilogue (you are there).

English is not my first language, please be patient.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Like post credits scenes in movies, this epilogue is short, but I hope you like what it reveals. To all who are on the Tag List, I will use the same list for when I post things about this universe, if someone is there and does not want to know if I post any other ideas about this or updates let me know, and if anyone wants to be added please do not hesitate in asking. There's still a lot more of Batmom!ScarletWitch to see, so see you on the next adventure.

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It was after midnight when you woke up with a cold sweat running down your back. Frightened, you quickly used your magic to check on your children: Dick was in his room, sleeping with his bags ready for his trip back to Blüdhaven the next day. You found it fascinating that, before you woke up, both Bruce and you, Alfred and Dick, were all asleep, which is the higher number of family members sleeping together in the mansion at the same time. And then there was Tim. You almost jumped in place when you noticed he wasn't in his room, then you felt his mind under the house.

“It's fine, I'm fine” you quickly assured, squeezing Bruces hand, who woke up instinctively “I freaked out for a second, but it's okay, go back to sleep” you assured him before leave the room.

Tim was in the bat-cave, sitting on the catwalk that was displaying the costumes of the three Robins that had ever existed, a steaming cup of straight coffee in his hand. But he hadn't touched it yet, which worried you when you appeared at his side. The boy showed no sign of acknowledging your presence, just staring straight ahead, staring blankly at a point behind Jason's tattered suit. He was still wearing the pants from the suit he'd worn to the funeral that afternoon, but with the pajama top and his robe.

You sat silently next to him on the cold metal of the platform, staring at the suit for a few seconds before looking back at your youngest son. Janet Drake's funeral had gone well until one of the woman's prestigious friends decided to comment that Tim's speech would surely be beautiful, wincing when your son told her he wouldn't do the part of her speech. The woman proceeded to make sure the whole room knew about it, as if it were some outrageous gossip about the neighbor's daughter. Most of the people in the room understood why, they weren't judgmental, and you saw it in their minds, but that didn't stop Tim's seething anxiety. That feeling consumed him at the end and on the way back home, then the boy had locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. He didn't cry, but he didn't talk at all, he hardly even made a sound to breathe for the rest of the day. Alfred cooked for him, and you made the tray of food appear on his nightstand, but you never got in. You gave him his space

“I was also at my own mother's funeral” you began to relate softly, seeing how your child processed that information in a second and turned to look at you in surprise, the first expression on his face since that afternoon. Curiosity winning as usual.

You didn't talk much about your origins, not even Bruce had much idea about your family life before the events that led you to travel through the multiverse until you reached the world that is now your home. It was a mysterious subject for your children. Being that you were such a wonderful mother in his eyes, the idea that you had seen your own mother die shattered the idea he had assumed of your childhood. You knew that, so you smiled sadly at him while you nodded slowly while you let him process what he said.

“She wasn't the best.” you continued to explain to him “When she was fifteen, my grandfather to whom she was very close died, and she ended up running away from the small town where she lived with my grandparents to the city. She disappeared and returned almost two years later, fresh out of rehab and pregnant. My grandmother was just happy to get her back and excited about the idea of a grandchild, so I arranged for him to stay there with her again, finish school and get a quick job to take care of me. But the thing is, my mom never liked the idea of staying in a small farming town, she dreamed of big cities. That was the reason she ran away in the first place, and when my grandmother tried to help her stay, she only got more scared. So once I was born, she went away again, leaving me with my grandmother.” Tim blinked in surprise, his head processing the reality that you had lived through, setting the coffee cup aside, “She ended up going back to drugs, having no support system outside my grandmother. She appeared every once in a while, I have memories of her visiting me and I knew she was my mother. But she was never my mother in the way that other people see a mother, what a mother supposed to be was fulfilled by my grandmother. She took care of me and raised me. Mom died of an overdose when I was six” you looked again at the suit in front of both of you.

“How did it go?” Tim asked, genuinely curious how you had handled the situation and eager to get some guidance on how to move forward, those were the first words he had said since the funeral.

“It was weird, at the moment I remember crying inconsolably and not knowing why. The woman was almost a stranger to me, but she was my mom, even if she didn't fulfill the role” you looked at him sympathetically “Later I understood that sometimes mourning a loss isn't about the sorrow for what you had, Timmy.” you stroked his hair, arranging it on his head, and the boy lowered his head. “But about what you didn't have.”

After that, it only took a few seconds before the hold broke and Tim began to cry, his shoulders shaking as you pulled him close to your chest.

"She was your mom" you whispered affectionately.

“You're my mom,” Tim replied between sobs “It's not fair.” He burrowed deeper into your chest, tightening his arms around you as if afraid you'd run away soon.

No, it wasn't fair that a boy as wonderful as Tim had been born to parents who didn't take the time to notice his greatness. Janet and Jack didn't notice when he disappeared almost every night when he was out on patrol with your husband. They didn't appreciate that their neglect didn't lead him in a wrong pat, but it made him want to do better. As if he wasn't just a kid. They didn't care how mature his little baby was, they didn't care that his child wasn't a child, but a mini adult. It wasn't fair at all.

“I know, I know, my love” you pat his back while hugging him, trying not to curse the dead because you knew they felt it. “But it's okay to feel it, even when you don't know what you feel, because at the end of the day there was something there even when it was hard. It only remains to let it go“

Tim cried for a long time, he ended up with his head resting on your lap snoring softly, and you didn't have the heart to wake him up, looking at him fascinated by how calm he looked. Eventually, your own head fell back against the platform railing, and you fell fitfully to sleep.

MOM. MOM, HELP ME. MOM. MOM, GET ME OUT OF HERE. MOM.

You woke up suddenly, covered in a cold sweat. You've had the same dream for a while now, Jason's voice screaming for your help, but you knew it wasn't real. Don't make that mistake again. You looked at you and used your magic to take him to bed-

MOM, HELP ME. MOM.

It wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't-

MOM.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS: I want to thank all of you who read this story. The story of the loss of Batmom coincided with a time of mourning in my personal life, it has helped me to continue with everything despite the pain, to process it and to move on. You with your interactions and comments have helped me to continue as well, even when it takes me a long time to update because of the university, for which I apologized and I thank you a thousand times more. Finally, I hope that if anyone has suffered a recent loss and feels like ScarletWitch!Batmom and I have felt throughout this story, know that you can do it and I hope this story will at least give you the ease to distract yourself a little for a moment, while you keep resisting.

With love, Ella.

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002yb · 7 months

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My heart???? I pove the amnesiac Jason being in love AGAIN with Dick. Please give us all your thoughts and Bruce and Tim and Damian and Alfred aaaaa

The trope of Jason having an undying crush on Dick Grayson is one that I'll shoehorn into every bit of anything I ever write, hahaha. I love it so much; it's so sweet. Thank you for following along with the secretary AU though. //u/// Here's some general thoughts for them:

Bruce

There are times Bruce has to do his job. Unfortunately, part of that job includes playing nice with his employees. A lot of people want to get in good with the CEO so that they'll be better favored for promotions. Rubbing elbows is part of corporate culture.

Only Jason doesn't give a fuck. Do you have an appointment? Of course they don't; Jason sure as hell didn't make one for them. Get outta here.

Just Jason being the most ornery secretary/assistant, an actual guard dog outside of Bruce's office.

Meanwhile Bruce just looking on from the glass panes separating them and being so smitten because look at his boy - small as he ever was and just as fierce as before. Viciousness being innately Jason and Bruce appreciating it in a way he hadn't before.

And when Jason finally shoos whatever bootlicker comes along, he sits back in his chair with a huff, before glancing at Bruce and smiling that ornery little smirk and Bruce loves him so damn much.

Unrelated: when Bruce can't stay on task, Jason moves himself to temporarily sit in Bruce's office with him. Just sitting across from Bruce at his desk and supervising because they've got deadlines, boss.

The above is a strategy Bruce employs to get Jason closer to him. It works up until Jason realizes what Bruce is doing, after which Jason withholds himself until Bruce does his job and Bruce is despondent over it, of course, but also a little humored and fond and affectionate because that's his boy.

Alfred

The way this man fishes for information on his grandbaby (Damian) being so next level. He laments to Jason about how he always wanted grandchildren, but... *sidelong glance to Bruce who straightens up in his office*

The joke being that Damian is actually Bruce's kid, only Jason still hasn't brought Damian around so they can't confirm anything.

Anyway, Jason shares pictures and Alfred adores them. Especially the ones that have both Jason and Damian in them.

And Alfred is a gentleman, a professional. He doesn't get cranky, only he does hahaha. Because he wants Jason home and he wants to meet his (great) grandbaby, Master Bruce. l<

Until they can sort that though, Alfred is very doting to Jason and Damian. He can't overstep, but when opportunity presents itself, Alfred offers up recipes that he knows Jason will like and that would be appropriate for a fussy child. He offers up little caretaking tips and tricks and bites back chortles when Jason jokes about trying them on Bruce.

Alfred startling when he gets a text from Jason one day asking for help with a sick child

And Alfred is halfway to the garage before he realizes how inappropriate that would be so he parks himself right beside the door just in case Jason requests him

Which he doesn't, which breaks Alfred's heart. But Jason does call and Alfred is able to talk Jason down and help him through whatever crisis Damian has brought on.

And later, Jason passing along a thank you card that Damian also contributed some baby scribbles to. Along with a little gift, a tea cup, that Damian helped pick out. Because they're really grateful and Alfred is composed about it until he gets back to the car and then he just holds this sweet note and gift and mourns how he wants his family back ahhhhhhhhhh

But Alfred is a strong person and bears the strain of it all and carries on.

It's his new favorite cup though ;U;

Dick

Dick uses the excuse of meeting Bruce and Tim for lunch all of once before he boldly asks Jason out

Bruce's jaw drops so fast. He's damn near tripping over every bit of furniture in his office and his own two feet, scrambling to the door where he falls dramatically against the frame with a lie that he needs Jason to fetch xyz thing from xyz area of WE

Once Jason is out of earshot, Bruce glowering so hard at Dick because don't lead their boy on; get those foul thoughts out of his head

And Dick just here without one impure thought in his head (yet) and being very l: because really, Bruce? Dick would never (only he will).

Anyway, Bruce cockblocking even the most innocent of interactions and Jason being a bit ._. about it because he's never so busy as when Dick turns up to say hi.

Just Dick surprising Jason at the office with drinks and food, little pick-me-ups. And here's the thing - Dick doesn't know Jason like Alfred does. He doesn't know Jason's favorites or things he doesn't. He's figuring it all out in the moment and he keeps making efforts and there's a level of guilt there for not doing this before, sure, but there's also enjoyment because it's Jason and ahhhhhh

When Dick brings by the pick-me-ups and leans against Jason's desk or pulls up a chair to sit across from him and loaf around for a few minutes, Bruce and Tim are just l: because really? Nothing for them?

And Dick laughs because, 'no, Jason's special.'

Which just slays Jason where he stands as he misinterprets Dick's (current) interests and intentions

Something something Dick picking Jason up after work on his bike. And both Bruce and Alfred send death glares Dick's way, but Dick just smiles that cheeky Robin smile at them before helping Jason up behind him and telling him to hold tight

Alfred relents with his petulance immediately if only because his boys look so happy; this is how it should have always been

Bruce, on the other hand, is getting into the car and telling Alfred to follow them immediately, don't lose sight of them! D<

Tim

Copy room meet-cute scenario. Where Tim is about to commit property damage because all the copiers keep jamming on him and he doesn't have the fucking time; he's got a meeting in x number of hours and he needs to prep all the materials and the interns aren't there to help because Tim didn't finish the reports until x o'clock and he's stressed and just got off of patrol he doesn't have time to fight and be bested by a fucking copier and-- 'here, let me help.'

It's Robin. Jason. It's Jason. And Tim feels Jason looks as heroic as he ever did back when the mantle was his to wear.

Jason doing the copying for Tim and brushing off the gratitude. 'I'd rather not explain to the boss that all our copiers were thrashed in the midst of someone's corporate rage ¬‿¬' before it settles on a shrugged, self-aware, 'you take over a lot of boss's work, so it makes sense that I help you, no?'

The stress leaving Tim slowly but surely as Jason and he work side by side to put together Tim's meeting presentation materials for all of the board members/xxxxxx department heads/etc.

Not much chatter, but at the end after Bruce turns up and causes a scene (because Jason is missing from his desk and 'where is he!?') Jason turns to Tim with a crooked smile and insists that if Tim needs help with anything, Jason's there.

And Tim is left there being all awestruck and a little flushed

Plenty of casual interactions after that. Just casual greetings in the morning. Teasing from Jason that disguises blatant check-ins to make sure Tim is good. Which he is. Tim's embarrassed about it, but he notices Bruce taking back some of the work he pushed off onto Tim and...it's better.

So much banter though as they get comfortable. And Tim still sees Robin, but he starts to see Jason more and he likes him a lot.

Tim going to see Bruce and Jason knowing Tim is cool, but tormenting him anyway with the whole 'you got an appt, sir?' shtick

Jason sneakily switching out coffee with water and snickering when he catches Tim grimacing, head snapping to look Jason's direction while Jason gives a cheeky wave

Tim being teased as the next Brucie because of the supposed 'flirtiness' of their interactions; it's a scandal waiting to happen, he's following in Bruce's footsteps, etc. etc.

Tim is embarrassed about the rumors that start to circulate. He doesn't even flinch when Bruce looms over him with a rough demand of, 'what are your intentions with Jason?' like Tim is doing anything uncouth, come on man

Whether because Tim is genuinely interested or he wants to mess with Bruce (in retaliation for the copious amount of work Bruce has passed on to him), Tim pointedly asking Jason out. Right outside of Bruce's office.

Damian

Weeks later, Bruce still creeps outside of Jason's apartment. He hates the neighborhood. Crime rates are too high and the apartment isn't up to code, but he hasn't figured how to tell Jason to move yet. Telling his boy to come home would be inappropriate, as would buying the property beside the manor for Jason to have. He'll figure something out, but before that--

A flutter of sheer curtains and movement in Jason's apartment.

Bruce being persistently curious about the child, Damian, but not having much information outside of passing commentary from Jason (but mostly shared stories from Alfred).

The child is always well-guarded. Regardless of how Tim has tried to get close, the tutors that are with Damian are always very alert. Which is...good. But not conducive to the answers Bruce wants.

Anyway, Bruce being a creep outside of Jason's apartment. Listening in on recently placed bugs and startling because Damian talks.

Apparently Damian has aspirations to be Batman. And Jason humors him even as he laughs under his breath because why.

And to sucker-punch Bruce in the throat, Damian makes a proclamation that wounds Bruce deeply: 'To protect you.'

Jason being all endeared and sweeping Damian up off the ground to hold on his hip and smacking his head with a kiss

'Why not Robin?'

There's a pause, but Damian is quick even at such a young age and proclaims, 'Because you will be my Robin.'

And Bruce just cries on the inside a bit because ouch.

What started as a Damian section became a Dickjay with a Damian cameo section. Truth be told, idk how hold Damian should be.

Where the first member of the batfam Damian meets is actually Dick

Jason invites Dick up after Dick brings him home one evening

And Dick is so happy to be welcomed into this private part of Jason's life - smug because Dick is the first of them to be welcomed and this is an enormous step up from always being the last to know anything

Jason switching off with the tutor (LoA assassin lol) and the assassin and Dick eyeing each other up as they pass one another by because they both sense something's off about one another, just not what

Anyway, Jason locks up (extensive; perfect for the neighborhood, but also hopeful of all that Robin training having lingered in the back of Jason's head) then excuses himself to check that Damian was put to bed properly

Dick taking the opportunity to look around and being so enamored with every detail. There aren't many personal belongings, but there's enough. Used books and well-loved art supplies; second-hand furniture and a half-knitted blanket. There are drawings posted up on the fridge that Dick looks over fondly: depictions of Damian and Jason and few others that make up his family (which spoilers is gonna include Dick once Damian and Dick come to an understanding about Jason)

Anyway, Jason is so proud of Damian's artistic endeavors - a new hobby that Jason encouraged because Damian is otherwise so serious and morose for such a little guy. And Jason's smile when he talks about it, fuck. It's devastating. Dick could listen to Jason talk about this forever - he would love that.

Instead they talk about other things while they have a nightcap. They keep their voices low. Hushed so they don't disturb Damian in the next room.

By this point Dick would be well aware that Jason is still a sassy, ornery little menace firecracker, but it's still a joy to experience it. To trade quips, to banter. Keeping up with Jason's wit and playing a playful game of who has the sharper tongue.

It's them curled on either end of a stubby, narrow couch. Where Jason reaches out his sock-clad foot to shove at Dick's leg and Dick catches him and squeezes and holds on, a mindfully mindless point of contact - tentatively intimate.

And Dick isn't aware of how intimate the moment is - how captivated he is by Jason until suddenly a kid comes between them, face pinched as they click their tongue (and oh, that's a habit of Jason's, isn't it? Cute), taking Dick's hand in the tiniest of grips and forcibly removing Dick from Jason

Then Damian buries himself in Jason's chest before peeking back to glare at Dick. The declaration is clear as anything: he's mine

Jason introduces him, but Damian having none of it because Jason's attention being on another man? In their home? Unforgivable.

Jason being flummoxed because what? He's allowed to have friends, Damian.

No.

Dick smiles at that. He might understand that desire to be possessive.

Introductions made, but Damian being very grumpy

Child rearing difficulties for Jason with setting boundaries and getting Damian to bed because he wants to spend time with Dick, but Damian doesn't want to share

And Dick wants more of Jason. Of course he does, but he's not going to put Jason in a position to pick. Never. So he calls it a night so that Jason can take care of Damian. That besides, it's late. They should both turn in.

Jason grumbling and being a little petulant about it as he sees Dick out at the door, Damian nestled in his arms and resting on his hip, arms wrapped tight around Jason's neck. But really? He'd stay up all night. It's been nice.

Their parting being all sorts of electric although there's nothing more than lingering gazes and slow pull aways and second looks over shoulders only to catch one another still there and sheepish, giddy titters ahhhhhh

Jason resting his back against the closed door while Dick sort of bounces down the hall, invigorated and happy and excited for next time

Next time being: just an hour later when Jason texts to see if Dick made it home safely

They proceed to text through the night and come the following day when Jason looks exhausted? Bruce is concerned. When Dick comes in later with Jason's choice caffeine, looking just as tired? Bruce quickly switches to paranoid because what's happening and why and how does he stop it? l:

Still waffling with how Damian should be, hence his section being a little scarce/vague. It'll get there!

#dickjay #jaydick #brujay #timjay #secretary au

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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warnings: dominance, slight possessive behaviour from our man, misogyny, violence.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Beocca opens up to you and you long for Sihtric's return.

word count: 3,2k

Part I Part II part IV

Part III: The Lust

After Father Beocca managed to bring you back to your room, without having anyone notice, the two of you spent hours talking. Beocca was furious at first, as were you, but you both calmed down eventually. He told you all about Thyra, how he loved her and what happened to her. You wept at his story and understood, although still being hurt, why Beocca was so quick to take you away from Sihtric. Beocca promised he wouldn't tell your father, Alfred, but he told you to forget about Sihtric if you wanted him to live. If people would do such horrible things to the pagan wife of a priest, then what would they do to the pagan husband of a princess.

For days you didn't come out of your room. You barely ate, and all you did was either cry or sleep. Beocca checked on you a few times every day, and his heart broke for you. He knew how you felt, and how you wanted to be with Sihtric.

Beocca also noticed that Sihtric looked worse with each passing day. He'd gone out drinking heavily each night, after he'd been separated from you, and he had been looking for fights. He'd fight anyone at this point. Uhtred, Osferth and Finan didn't understand what had gotten into him and had to bring him home every night, for he was either too drunk to walk, or too beaten to walk.

Beocca received news that Alfred was to send Uhtred and his men over to Cippanhamm in two days, to negotiate with the Danes. The trip to get there would already take a couple of days, and there was a big chance the negotiation would not end in their favour, which meant men could die. Beocca thought about it for a day, and then decided to tell you the news.

'I am sorry, princess,' Beocca said as you cried, 'if you want to give him a message, I will be the one to bring it to him.'

'So, first you tear us apart, and now you want to be the messenger?'

'It's the least I can do,' he sighed.

You thought for a moment and asked him to come back before noon.

Beocca came back later, you gave him a folded piece of paper, sealed with wax, and sent him away to find Sihtric.

Beocca found Sihtric near the river, alone. The sun was setting and he had just cleaned himself and his clothes for tomorrow's journey.

'Sihtric,' Beocca said, 'I have a message from the princess.'

Sihtric looked at Beocca, angry and hurt, but he nodded in approval, and Beocca walked over to him. He quickly studied Sihtric's bruised lip and his bruised hands, wondering what the man who was the receiver of those hands looked like today. He sighed before speaking.

'I told the princess you are to leave for a little while,' he said, 'she was clearly upset.'

Beocca hesitantly sat down next to him, but Sihtric would not look at him.

'Is she okay?' Sihtric asked, looking straight ahead with his jaw clenched.

'Not really,' Beocca sighed.

And Sihtric suddenly lunged his fist at Beocca, who raised his arm in reflex, 'I am sorry!' Beocca shrieked, 'I did it to protect you. Both of you!'

Sihtric stopped mid swing, knowing he could not hit the priest, and that he was right. It took him all his strength to calm down, and he let out a few heavy breaths.

'I know,' Sihtric said quietly, 'what message did she have for me?'

Beocca was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to recall your exact words.

'She said that she misses you,' he began, 'that her heart aches, and that she sees you every time she closes her eyes, and therefore all she does is sleep. When she is not asleep, she weeps for you,' Beocca told him. He saw how Sihtric teared up, and how he looked away, so Beocca waited until Sihtric composed himself.

He cleared his throat and nodded at Beocca to continue.

'She wishes me to tell you that she has fallen for you, Sihtric, and she wants you to come back home after the negotiations.'

Sihtric swallowed hard, 'she has fallen for me, Father? She said that?'

Beocca nodded and placed his hand on Sihtric's shoulder.

'She has,' he said, 'and I can see it. She is a wreck without you. And God knows why.'

Sihtric snapped his head towards Beocca, opened his mouth to speak, but decided it was not wise to curse at a priest, so he let out a sigh and looked at his feet.

'Do you love her, son?' Beocca asked, after a silence.

'I love her,' Sihtric said, 'I wish to marry her one day,' and he wiped a tear away before it could escape his eye.

Beocca fell silent and put his head in his hands.

'She also gave me this,' Beocca said after a pause, and he handed the folded paper to Sihtric, 'it is for you.'

Sihtric unfolded the paper and scanned his eyes over it, and a broken smile appeared on his face. He folded the paper back, as his lower lip trembled, and he slid it into his leather armour, so it was kept safe and secure. Both men were silent.

'I am sorry that I brought up Thyra,' Sihtric said after a while.

'No,' Beocca said, 'I understand it. Look,' he paused, 'I can't promise you anything, but if you come back-'

'When I come back,' Sihtric interrupted, with a determined voice.

Beocca sighed, 'when you come back, after the negotiations, I will try to have you see her.'

Sihtric quickly looked up and he opened his mouth to speak, but Beocca interrupted him this time. 'No, be quiet,' he said, 'I can't promise it. It has to happen in secret, and you cannot tell anyone about what happened, or anything about the princess at all. This is going against everything I believe in,' he said and made a cross gesture, 'but two people in love should not be kept apart. Just make sure,' Beocca let out an irritated sigh, 'just come back. Alive.'

Sihtric took off his necklace and clutched it in his fist, 'tell the princess that I swear on Thor's hammer I will come back for her. On my life. She has my word, and she has to keep it until I come back and can prove to her my loyalty,' and he gave the necklace to Beocca, 'I will come back, Father. Thank you-'

'Yes, yes,' Beocca said irritatedly, 'learn to take a breath in between words, boy. I will give it to her and tell her.'

Two months had passed since Father Beocca had given you Sihtric's necklace, along with Sihtric's word. You never took it off, and kept hope he would come back. But rumors had spread that a fight had broken out, after a week of negotiating without getting to an agreement, and no one had heard from Uhtred ever since. Everyone feared that Cippanhamm was officially lost, and that Uhtred and his men had died in battle. Alfred didn't seem to mourn the men, he was only worried about losing Cippanhamm. Beocca kept praying.

On a sunny afternoon you heard the church bells ring, and people outside erupted into cheers and applause. Not much later Beocca stormed into your room. 'Princess!' he said, out of breath, 'princess, Uhtred and his men have returned. They had a long and hard battle and they lost men, but they won. Cippanhamm is safe!'

'What about Sihtric?' you asked, rushing towards Beocca.

'Yes, Sihtric is here too. He is alive, princess. But he did collect a few new scars.'

You fell to your knees and started crying. He was alive, that was all you wanted to hear. Beocca helped you up and calmed you down.

'As I told him, before he left, I will try to have you see him,' and Beocca walked away to arrange the secret meeting.

It was already after midnight when Beocca knocked on your door.

'Princess,' he whispered after he walked in, 'come with me. Be quick, but quiet.'

You quickly got dressed decently and followed him. Beocca gave you an old cloak and covered you. He quietly snuck you out of the castle, but except for some guards no one seemed to be awake, and even the guards didn't bother with the backdoor in the kitchen.

'I see how you managed to get out that night, 'Beocca sighed, 'I must tell the king to fix that problem.'

You stopped and looked offended at Beocca. 'Well, I mean… in time,' he quickly said and gestured for you to move.

'Where are we going?' you asked.

'Well, I can't bring the Dane into the castle, but the church has a backroom.'

'The church? You're letting a Dane meet a princess in the church?'

'Yes,' he snarled, 'so I know that God will be watching your every move.' And he quickly made a cross sign.

In the church Beocca walked you to a large door. 'This room is used by priests before we say prayers with the townspeople. No one will find you here, but I beg, princess, just be careful,' he said.

'How long do I have?' you asked.

'Until dawn,' Beocca said, 'I will come back here just before dawn, and I will walk you back to the castle. If anyone does see you, I will say you needed time to speak with God. Now, go.'

Beocca quietly opened the door for you and took your cloak. You stepped into a small, candle lit room. The room consisted of a chair, an altar table, more crucifixes than you could possibly count, and cloaks worn by priests during special ceremonies.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you found Sihtric, standing with his back towards you, holding up a large silver crucifix.

'Sihtric?' you said.

He was startled, as if caught in an act, and he lost his grip on the large crucifix. Trying to save it from falling, he awkwardly tried to catch it, but the crucifix fell onto the floor with an ear deafening sound. He turned around with a guilty look on his face, and kept his head down. 'I was not stealing from the church,' he said.

You broke out in a laugh, and he looked up. He rushed towards you as soon as he laid eyes upon you. He stopped in front of you, hesitant to touch you, as it had been a while since you had last seen each other, and he wasn't sure if you still cared for him.

Burning candles lit up his appearance, and you saw he looked different. He had indeed gained a few scars and bruises on his face, but he also had cut his hair short and shaved both sides, and this was the first time you saw the tattoo on his neck continuing up to the side of his head.

Despite looking rough from weeks of battle, you thought he looked more handsome than ever. And you felt flustered looking at him.

You both didn't dare to speak, so your heavy breaths filled the room until you took off the necklace you had around your neck. You held it in your hands, looked at Sihtric and smiled.

'This belongs to you,' you said quietly, and held the necklace up to him.

He placed his hands on yours, 'I promised I would come back,' he said, and he put the necklace back around his neck. Then he reached into his shirt and took out the folded paper that Father Beocca gave him on your behalf. You saw the paper was crinkled and had blood stains on it.

'Did you read it?' you asked hopefully and stepped closer to him, almost pressing your body against his.

Sihtric smiled as he looked down into your eyes, and then looked away as if embarrassed.

'Sihtric?' you smiled, 'Did you read the letter?'

'Princess,' he said quietly, 'I do not know how to read.'

'Oh,' you whispered. You both fell silent and gazed into each other's eyes, before both breaking out in a chuckle.

'But still, you kept my letter,' you said, and you held his hands as he held onto the paper.

'Beocca,' Sihtric said, 'he told me the things that you said to him. But I don't think those are words you really told him,' he paused, trying not to trip over his words, 'I think he knew I can't read, because the wax seal was already broken when he gave it to me.'

You let out a sigh and couldn't help but smile, knowing that Beocca had read your letter and had made sure to deliver your feelings to Sihtric before he left.

'But I believe he told me your exact words, and… and I carried your words with me… always, under my armour, upon my heart, my lady. I promise, I did. Each day, even in battle,' Sihtric said, talking faster than he could think, 'and, and not a-... not a moment went by that I didn't long for you. To have you in my arms, just like our first and only night. But I thought that you, maybe you… I worried that after all the, I mean, I worried that after all this time you had found someone else. A rich man, perhaps, who… who would always be home. A better man than me, a good man, and-'

You placed your hands onto his face, 'Sihtric,' you hushed him, 'you are a good man.'

'No,' he shook his head, 'No, I am a warrior, my lady. I kill men,' he said, and he brought his face closer to yours, 'And I enjoy it. The battles, the spilling of blood. I long for that too, as I long for you. And for that… for that I am not a good man.'

'Sihtric,' you whispered, feeling his breath on your lips, 'If you are not a good man, then that means that I do not want a good man.'

And just like that first night, you saw a hunger appear in his eyes. You saw his confidence slip back into his posture, and he licked his lips as he nodded. Then suddenly he lifted you up by your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he looked deep into your eyes as he held you up against his body. You felt suffocated in his gaze, and quickly your hands found his hair. His soft, short dark hair, and you firmly brushed your fingers through it, feeling the scars on his head, before your lips crashed into his for a passionate kiss.

Sihtric stumbled a few steps back, and let out a deep moan into your mouth as his lower back collided with the altar table in the room. 'Sihtric?' you gasped, and he groaned as you broke the kiss, not only with lust for you, but also with pain.

'Are you hurt?' you breathed heavy.

'Please,' Sihtric moaned, 'don't stop. I need you,' and he kissed you again. You let him kiss you, but he groaned again as you moved your hands down to his lower back, and you broke the kiss once more.

'Sihtric,' you said, panting, 'what is wrong?'

The look in his eyes as he clenched his jaw made you weak. And you knew that this man did not care if he was hurting from a battle wound. He wanted you, right now, and he would have you as he desired, and he would stop at nothing.

He turned around, still holding you up, and seated you down upon the altar table. He was breathing heavily and leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands pulled his shirt as he moved your dress up to your thighs. He kissed you and you pulled his shirt again, making him understand you wanted to feel his skin underneath. Sihtric pulled back and quickly took his shirt off, before locking his lips with yours again. Your hands moved up from his waist to his chest, and up to his neck. You felt his tongue in your mouth now, and you couldn't get enough of him. You placed one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his cheek, and you deepened the kiss, tasting all of him in your mouth. Then you felt him fumble around and undo his lower garment, he pulled down your underwear after, and placed his tight grip onto your hips.

'You're going to take me here?' you gasped, 'in a church, on an altar?'

'My lady,' Sihtric groaned, 'I have to confess,' and he brought his lips to your neck, 'you did catch me wanting to steal that silver crucifix,' he chuckled, before he bit and sucked on your neck. 'I told you I am not a good man,' he whispered. And he dragged his tongue over your skin, from your shoulder to your neck, bringing his lips to your ear.

'And I will fuck you wherever,' he growled, biting your ear, 'whenever,' kissing your neck, 'and however I wish.'

You both fell silent and you let his words linger in your head. The silence was broken when you let out a loud moan as you felt him smoothly push inside you. You pulled his hair hard, as you adjusted to him, and he didn't move for a moment, making sure it felt right for you.

And after you collided into a heated kiss again, you felt him thrust into you. Slow and passionate, his hands leaving bruises all over your body as he tried to control himself, letting you ease into him.

'Don't hold back,' you said, as you wanted more and could feel he was restraining himself.

'You think you can handle all of me?' he smirked in between kisses.

'Sihtric,' you whispered hoarsely, and he looked down into your eyes.

'Make me sin,' you sighed.

And that was all he wanted to hear.

No man had ever felt so good inside you, and you knew he felt that too. He kept you close, one arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder, his hand holding the back of your head, and his other arm around your waist, making sure you felt safe and loved the entire time he completely ravaged you. And you loved every second, every thrust, every moan, every kiss and every lustful gaze. This man was a beast. He was a brute. He was a Dane. And he was unlike any other man you ever met.

And when you finally gave in to him, reaching your high, with his name on your lips as you felt him release inside you, he locked eyes with you, and you knew then that he would never let another man touch you after today. You didn't know how this would work, how you would be together, but you knew you were his now, and that he would kill for you. For he is a warrior. And he enjoys the battle and the spilling of blood, and it makes him feel just as alive as it does when he watches you in his arms, satisfyingly catching your breath, after he fucked you senseless for the second time that night.

But you didn't know that at the same time Sihtric was deep inside you, telling you how good you were to him and that you belonged to him now, your father, Alfred, had an urgent meeting with Uhtred. Arranging your departure from Wessex the next day, escorted by Uhtred and his men, to be wedded to a nobleman in Wiltunscir a week later.

#sihtric #sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fic #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk fic

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aliensunflower-fics · 11 months

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CHANGING FACES Chapter 6: Arrival

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After years of dealing with each other Lila Rossi win’s when she convinces Hawkmoth that Marinette is Ladybug. In order to throw off suspicion and keep the Miracle Box safe Marinette and her supportive parents leave Paris and head to Gotham of all places. In this new place away from her friends and her unhealthy routines Marinette is forced to confront herself and change for the better. Helping her on her journey is a surprising new friend and potential ally. When Alya missing her friend learns about the chance to win a free trip to Gotham she convinces the class to work hard to qualify. When her new life clashes with her old one will Marinette be able to hold on strong to her new confidence or will she crumble under the pressure?

( This fic will be for the most part comedic, fluffy, and sweet, with only a bit of seriousness to tie it together. With only the mildest salt because I don’t think the class or Adrien are bad people just that they can be naive and selfish thanks to the canon writing. I hope you enjoy reading this work and have fun with me on this journey. )

CHAPTER 6:

Arrival

Marinette had never been so happy to be on solid ground. The plane ride had been… Turbulent to say the least not to mention long leaving Marinette to agonize and worry the entire time that maybe while she was busy up in the sky Hawkmoth would strike luckily the freak of a villain seemed busy and so the flight passed without the need to use Kaalki which was a great thing as Marinette was unsure just how precise the power of voyage was.

As the small family of 3 disembarked from the plane with their meager belongings Marinette breathed in the fresh air with relief it was chilly and barely light out … She was tired, yes, but she was also giddy and a strange sense of freedom was filling her with every step she took. There was no Hawkmoth here, no purple butterflies no constant need to lock her own emotions into vault, no more need to lie to her parents, no more Bustier telling her to be the classes shining example, no more Lila whispering lies behind her back, no more Adrien too shoot her longing puppy dog stares as he waited for her to ‘forgive him’ when he had never bothered to apologize.

She was free. She was safe? … Well as safe as one could be moving to a city known for its killer clowns and freaks in masks. Not that Marinette wasn’t prepared for that, her training with her own mother and the Amazon’s of Themyscira for the last few years had transformed her small unassuming body into a weapon. Not to mention the new magical training the Kwamis were giving her, Tikki especially pushed for more training once she started learning just how awful some of the villains of Gotham were and she made Marinette promise that if the Joker so much as even looked at her she would not hesitate to transform him into a cockroach. Technically it wasn’t murder so she figured Batman would be fine with it.

As they moved through the airport presenting their documentation to the necessary people Marinette’s excitement only grew with her fingers twitching with anticipation as the polite woman welcomed them to their new home and they exited the security clearance area into the wider airport. Her eyes scanned the crowd eagerly until they landed on the group of 3 men chatting amongst themselves. She let out a squeal and started running, catching the men’s attention as she flung herself at them in joy. Jason however acted fast and caught her first wrapping her into a tight brotherly hug and lifting her off the ground and away from Dick and Alfred.

“Woah there jelly bean you trying to take the old man out? Lucky I caught you huh!”

Marinette snorted and rolled her eyes trying to squirm out of Jason’s grasp so she could hug Alfred and Dick who was looking rather put out.

“Oh please Alfred’s not frail he’s like Grandma Gina he will live forever at this rate and be healthier then all of us.”

Tom and Sabine chuckled at the scene as they walked over with their meager bags and proceeded to hug Alfred and catch up while Dick tried to pry Marinette free from Jason in order to get his hug that Jason had so rudely stolen. Marinette meanwhile dangled from Jason’s arms with an amused and exasperated look on her face. She’d missed her ‘brothers’ greatly and was happy to see them again. There was just one thing, one tiny little thing…

“When did you freaks get so tall!”

The sudden comment had both boys stopping as they seemingly for the first time paused to take in Marinette’s appearance. Sure they had seen pictures of her and video chatted plenty of times but this was the first time in years where they had physically been around her and now that they were…

“I think the better question here is why are you so short.” Marinette gasped in faux offense squirmed out of Jason’s grasp clutching her heart in mock betrayal.

“How could you say such a thing… Dick is my favorite now.”

The oldest Wayne grinned and accepted his hug while sticking his tongue out at Jason who was playing the part of the dramatically betrayed.

However now that Dick was hugging his little sister he could not help but blurt out. “God you really are short.”

Marinette squawked indignantly at the comment. “What no! I’m normal it's you two who are the-” She gestured at them with waving arms. “Alfred! What have you been feeding them and where can I get some!”

Alfred chuckled and opened his arms calmly to accept the warm hug of his god daughter. “I’m afraid I haven’t been feeding them anything unusual; they simply sprung up like weeds.”

Marinette huffed and puffed up her cheeks. Stupid genetics.

“Ah don’t feel too bad jelly bean Dickie here isn’t even THAT tall, just wait till you meet Kori in the flesh now that's tall.”

As the group moved its way out of the airport Marinette recalled the measurements she’d received when designing Kori’s wedding dress, not to mention the pictures that showed the beautiful tan woman towering a full head over Dick at the altar. Maybe it was something in the water of Gotham that made people tall. Considering all the supervillains she would not doubt it.

“When will I finally get to meet Kori and Mar’i face to face anyway? I wanna hug my cute little niece already!!!”

“Why? Because she’s the only one not taller than you?” Jason snickered before letting out a surprised yelp as Marinette playfully punched him in his side with a pout. She had some surprising strength in that arm of hers.

“Later in the week, they wanted to come pick you up with us but it was so early and your parents told us your new school was giving you a week off to adjust to the new timezone before classes start.” Honestly it had been a hectic night with Mar’i refusing to sleep determined to go with Dick to the airport but eventually she fell asleep clutching Silkie and so Dick had left alone.

“What school are you going to anyway, jelly bean? Maybe I can come pick you up sometime after school for some lessons in self defense at my gym.” Mostly he wanted to see her flatten some of the men twice her size; he knew Sabine had been training Marinette since she was young and he was eager to see what his little sis was capable of.

Marinette smiled at the thought. “That sounds nice, as for my new school mom and Alfred arranged it for me, I think it's called Gotham Academy.”

Marinette missed the way Dick and Jason whipped their heads around to glare at Alfred. Gotham Academy wasn’t a bad school, in fact one could easily say the opposite: it had great staff, good facilities, and it had accepted Marinette on a full ride scholarship thanks to her high grades and many achievements. The problem was the school was also full of a bunch of rich leeches, but worst of all it had Damian. Now both older Wayne’s could admit they loved there little brother even if Jason would deny it to keep his cool reputation but Damian had a bit of a bad track record with first impressions. Not to mention the fact that the 3 Wayne’s had already discussed how best to introduce the Dupain-Chengs to the rest of the family so they could all be one bigger happier family and they had agreed to wait and while and let them settle in before dropping the bomb that was the Wayne family and more specifically BRUCE on to them but if Marinette met Damian at school and got a bad idea of him… Things would get complicated.

Alfred however unlike the younger two Wayne men was not worried. He had a feeling that Marinette and Damian were just what the other needed right now. Yes, he’d heard many things about Marinette’s situation from her parents. What she needed now was someone to bring out that bold Marinette he knew was waiting for a chance to shine. And as for his youngest grandson while he had been doing much better and had made friends he was still hostile and wary Marinette however might be just what he needed. The old man chuckled with a warm smile.

“I think you will like Gotham Academy very much, Marinette.”

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Damian Wayne had a reputation. Since his first ever day at school at the age of 10 after he’d moved in with his father the young heir had… Problems with other students. His personality was icey and his training too deeply ingrained that school and him had not gone well. Yet his father refused to let him skip or be homeschooled, determined that with time school would help him develop his social skills. For the first few years Damian was alone he shoved people away and did only what was required waiting for the day when finally his father would see that school was beneath him and he could achieve so much more without it.

At 13 that reputation evolved. And not for the better. Damian had been so sure of his own intelligence and his own superiority that he failed to notice that viper slinking through the grass. A girl, the same age as him, unlike other girls who had failed to approach him due to the obvious attempts, Lila had been more subtle. Instead of acting interested in him she acted unfazed she even began dating Jon the only person his age Damian was close to. He’d let his guard down thinking that she was nothing but a simple sweet girl. But he had never been more wrong.

Somehow the viper had found his weakness, somehow she knew that deep down under all his posturing he felt insecure, unloved, unwanted, and she prayed on it. She made him feel strong, she made him feel special, she made him feel wanted, she used lies to paint Jon the villain and herself the victim so that Damian would save her and fall deeper into the strange infatuation that clouded his mind. She was a snake. And worst of all he had not even discovered her lies himself; it had been sheer dumb luck overhearing her plot her schemes that had revealed the truth to him.

But by that point it was too late. The vipers poison had already spread and Damian Wayne’s reputation fell from just ‘ice king’ to ‘monster’ even after the lawsuit even after proving her lies and sending the snakes father to jail. Even after he had proven himself innocent… The reputation clung to him. It was a stain that would not wash off, even after Dick convinced him to go to therapy and his attitude improved, even after he fixed the broken relationship with his family, even after he broke out of his shell and made friends in his school, the stain was still there and every action he did and didn’t take only made it worse.

It's not that Damian wasn’t trying, because he was really. He tried to be polite and courteous; he tried to make a good impression. But somehow someway it often seemed to go wrong, though it did not help that his peers were a bunch of rich kids who tended to be overly sensitive, at least in Damian’s eyes. It did not help that Damian was self admittedly a little… Overly blunt and honest not to mention how sensitive he was about girls flirting with him, he knew he’d not fully recovered from the Vipers poison and so even now 3 years after she was gone he was on high alert constantly on the lookout for lies and manipulation. And this… alertness of his had led to again more then a few terrible first impressions.

To put it simply, Damian was aware that whenever a new student was joining the school bets were made on how fast Damian Wayne would manage to offend them. So when the teacher announced that come next Monday a new student would be joining the class a young girl all the way from France no less a ripple of excitement went through the class as once more bets were being made. This time however Damian Wayne was determined to make them all lose. He would be polite, and courteous he would not snap, not say anything un-intentionally mean, he would be normal, he would simply ignore the new girl and all would be well.

Which is why of course his Teachers asked him to give the new girl the school tour. He was one of the few who spoke French and they were unsure how good the girl's English was so they wanted to play it safe and coincidentally all the other students who could speak French just so happened to be too busy to help the new student. Damian seethed he knew it was a lie, they just wanted to force him to interact with her for their little bets. Fine then! A Wayne is not so easily defeated. He would be a perfect gentleman, he would not offend the girl, it would be fine. He would prove to himself and everyone else that Damian Wayne might be the Ice Prince of Gotham but he was no brute. Bring it on Monday Damian Wayne was ready to meet the new girl.

( Thank you again for all the patience and support! I tend to update slowly due to well... The need to keep food on the table and my finances have been especially tight lately so I was struggling but things are getting better now so hopefully I can write more often in the near future. This first chapter was more to establish some stuff I know its a little short but it felt good to get back into this fic with something a little neater sweeter and smaller. Hopefully I have more up soon! )

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 1 year

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Halloween

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Request: the wayne famuly dressing up for halloween agianst their will beecaeuse grace said so ? headcono s? sorry for the typos my phone isnt cooopperating

Warnings: vague spoilers for the film, mentions of injury

Word Count: 1158

A/N: Happy Halloween! I actually received this request months ago, not long after I finished writing convenience, but I wanted to save it for today because I knew I probably wouldn’t have time for a full Halloween celebration this year. There’s not much to this, it’s just a fun bonus chapter for a change. I actually did flip a coin for the costumes because I couldn’t choose! Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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“Do we have to dress up?” Bruce asked, dropping down onto the sofa next to Y/N.

“You don’t want us going out trick or treating, and I can respect that with how Halloween always is in the city, but that means we have to do something at home. And even Alfred agreed to dress up if he could pick his own costume!” She shifted into his side as he opened an arm for her and angled her laptop towards him on her knees. “Which means we have to pick something.”

He sighed and pressed his lips against her temple. “What’s everyone else picked?” He raised his eyebrows as she smiled. “What?”

“Alfred is going as Dracula. I showed Grace a page of costumes and she pointed at the pumpkin dress, which I think was mainly due to the bright colour, you know because she’s two, and Dick has decided he wants to go as Batman.” She tilted her head back against his shoulder so she could watch his reaction. She was not disappointed, his lips parted and his cheeks went pink.

“Why Batman?” He said, barely above a whisper.

“Because, he’s a hero and he saves people.” She directly quoted from Dick.

“Oh.” He buried his face in her hair as his cheeks went an even darker shade of pink. “They actually sell Batman costumes? Or are you planning on building him one?”

She snorted. “I ordered him one so he can also wear it to school. Could you imagine the questions we’d get if I sent him in a completely accurate replica?”

“Yeah, that might not be the best idea.” He laughed. “So, what are our options?”

“Ash and Linda from Evil Dead, Money Heist red jumpsuits and Dali masks, Gomez and Morticia Addams, or Buttercup and Wesley from The Princess Bride.” She flicked through the tabs she had open on her laptop.

“Flip a coin?” He suggested. “Evil Dead vs Money Heist, Addams vs Princess Bride, and then flip for the winners?”

“Sounds good.”

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“Pretty!” Grace squealed, and Y/N was unsure if she was referring to herself or to Y/N.

She chose to go with the former as she swept Grace into her arms. “Yes you are.”

Grace giggled and wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck. Y/N smiled and smoothed out Grace’s pumpkin dress before straightening her headband.

“Shall we go see everyone else?”

Grace nodded enthusiastically and Y/N smiled before walking out of her and Bruce’s room. She balanced Grace on her hip and used her other hand to lift the hem of her red dress far enough off the floor so she would not trip over it while walking down the stairs.

Dick was doing a one handed hand-stand at the bottom of the stairs, his costume cape hanging around his head. “See I told you I could do it!”

“Consider me proved wrong.” Bruce said with a smile.

Y/N put Grace down as Dick flipped himself back the right way up. The Batman costume she had found was a pretty good fabric imitation, but she could point out several inaccuracies with it (not that she would ever say that out loud). Bruce’s costume was pretty accurate; black trousers, boots and shirt. It had come with a mask, but they had both decided it was probably best if he did not wear it, just in case someone got hold of the photos further down the line and drew the similarities between him and Batman.

“Black is your colour.” She said with a smile as he walked over to her.

“Red’s yours.” He said, glancing down to take in her dress.

She ran her hands over his shoulder. “Though next time, I think you should also dye your hair blond and grow a tiny moustache.”

“As you wish.” He nodded his head slightly in an imitation of Wesley and her smile grew wider.

“I don’t think the kids have any idea who we are.” She glanced back to where Grace was giggling as Dick did a cartwheel.

“I think the film is age appropriate for Dick, maybe not Grace. I’m not sure she’d like the blood.” Bruce smiled.

Y/N hummed. “You’re probably right.”

“So what’s the plan?” He asked, glancing at the minimal decorations her and Alfred had put up (the penthouse was already gothic enough without them).

“Alfred’s making bat and pumpkin cookies, we’re going to help the kids carve pumpkins, and then we’re going to watch kid appropriate Halloween films.” She told him before dropping her voice. “When are you planning on going out tonight?”

“I’ll head out after the kids go to bed. GCPD should be able to deal without me until then.” He said.

She hated that her mind flashed to the Mayor’s murder and everything that followed. It had been three years since everything with the Riddler had happened, but the city was still feeling the effects of the aftermath. Some of it had been good; everyday crime levels had dropped slightly and the last two Halloweens had been much calmer. But Falcone’s successors were starting to fill the power vacuum and reinstate most of his businesses.

“Hey.” Bruce said softly, reaching out and pulling her hand away from where it had been tracing the scar on her collarbone; she had been so far in her own thoughts that she had not noticed she was doing it.

She swallowed down the memories. “Be careful tonight.”

“I will be, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Cookies are in the oven.” Alfred said as he walked in form the kitchen. The look he gave them told them he was also thinking about three years prior.

“You make a good vampire.” Y/N smiled.

Alfred had slicked back his hair and dribbled fake blood down his chin and over one of his older white shirts. But the best part was the cape he was wearing; Y/N recognised it easily as one of the first ones she had made for Bruce, before she integrated the flight suit. From the frown on his face, she was pretty sure Bruce had recognised it as well.

“Thank you. And I must say you and Bruce make a good Wesley and Buttercup, but maybe not as much as Dick makes a good Batman and Grace makes a pumpkin.” Alfred smiled at the kids and scooped Grace up into his arms, balancing her on his good hip.

Dick gave a typical strongman pose as Grace giggled.

“Right, everyone into the drawing room, I want a family portrait!” Y/N announced.

Alfred carried Grace in as Dick started up again with the cartwheels. But Bruce caught Y/N’s arm before she could follow.

“I love you.” He said, cupping her jaw to get her to look at him.

She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 44: Dear lovebirds,

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media au

Warnings: none

Status: Finished

Author’s note: I literally wrote this entire part last night on the verge of falling asleep and accidentally hit the x without saving and it got deleted. I shit you not, I was on the verge of tears cause I was too tired to write it again and I let out th longest sigh I have ever EVER done, closed tumblr, and went to sleep. Enjoy ;-;

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Nola had though of the BEST idea for a small gift for Jason and you on behalf of everyone. Even though she had already hired a group of photographers and videographers to professionally shoot up the wedding, she had decided to record that day as if it were a vlog. That way you would have more of a behind the scenes homey vibes to the memories of your wedding.

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[Recording]•

“Hello Lovebirds! Nola here! You might be wondering what this video may be and worry not! You will know soon. Welcome to your wedding day vlog!” Nola said smiling to the camera. She took the camera and recorded various places. She toured the venue, the dancing area, the kitchens, she showed the bakes bringing the cake in, she filmed your mom and Alfred speaking with the chefs, both who smiled at the camera and waved, she did her rounds and covered every part of the wedding’s location and decorations. “Well, that’s the entire tour. It’s time to see the princess of the day!”

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[Recording]•

The camera focuses on a door and Nola knocks, you open it with a bright smile. Both of you squeal and laugh, excited for the day. You bring her in and Nola gives a tour of your room and then settles on you, who is looking at her questioning. “What are you doing?” You laugh and she shushes you as she sets the camera up so that both of you are in the frame, Then she sits down and you sit next to her. “We are doing an interview, future Mrs. Todd Wayne.” She explains and you sit up excitedly, wanting join in on the fun, “okay! Shoot!”

“How are you feeling today?”

-Oh! Super excited! I can’t wait to marry him Nols! Although…I’m also pretty nervous…what if I trip and fall on my way to the altar or what if Kara tries to jump up and object or or oh! I don’t know jaja!

Nola rolls her eyes and assured you that everything will be alright, she ask you the next question, “What would you tell Jason as of now? Say it to the camera as if it were him.”

-Hola mi corazón! Not being able to sleep next to you these last few days have been hell, Nola I can see you, don’t gag! Anyways, I can’t wait to see you, mi amor, and spend the rest of my life with youuuu although you already know that but yeah jaja!

You blow a few kisses to the camera and smile. Nola smiles looking at you, being in love is a great look on you.

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[Recording]•

“Ok ok, I know I said it was myyyyy idea, but I have a few accomplices. Everybody, give it up for Dick Grayson!” Nola says as she turns the camera to a smiling Dick. He smiles at the camera and takes it from Nola. “Thank you, Nol! I’ll take it from here.” He says as he walks away. “Now! For the exclusive of the groom. Last time I checked, Jason was just in the shower, Tim is still sleeping, Damian had already finished showering and is on Jason’s room and Roy went to pick up breakfast.” He turns the camera and knocks on the door and Jason opens it. He is shirtless, with the tower draped over his head, grey sweat past that are low on his waist and is brushing his teeth. Dick enters and a Jason leaves to finish brushing his teeth. Finally he comes out and asks, “what are you doing, Dickie? He had been in a great mood this entire week. So much he was insulting them less. “Nola requested an interview of the groom so here we go.” Jason throws himself on the bed and looks at the camera from his spot. “First question, how you you feel?”. Damian decides to speak up instead of Jason, “ He better feel elated. He is marrying YN after all, it’s the best he can ever do” Jason playfully glares at him and answers,

-As much as I hate to agree with demon here, he is right! I’m fucking happy as shit. YN is truly the best thing to ever happen to me.

Dick awes behind the camera and asks the next question, “Anything you like to say to her right now?”

- I hope you woke up feeling refreshed and rested my love. I love you and can’t wait to see you, princess!

He said with a wink, making Dick laugh.

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[Recording]•

Dick is recording once again. He is placing the camera somewhere safe and let out a laugh. Behind him, Roy and Tim are annoying the fuck out of Jason by loudly singing “Marry you” by Bruno Mars. Soon, Dick joins them belting out the most horrific notes ever. The camera is suddenly grabbed by Damian who sighs and looked at the camera dead in the center, the rest still annoying Jason. “YN, are you sure you truly want to join this family?…..they are all idiots”

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[Recording]•

The camera focuses on Yn getting her makeup done in a white silk robe. Her hair was already done. She smiles at the camera and waves. The camera turns to the sofas where Stephanie, Cassandra, Barbara, Artemis, And Charlotte and Tiffany (two of Yn’s cousins) , were chatting. Yn’s mom is taking pictures and smiles at the camera as well.

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[Recording]•

The scene changes to Yn’s mom and Alfred giving their backs to YN, who is already dressed in her wedding dress holding her flowers. Someone counts to three and Ymn and Alfred turn around, gushing over how beautiful she looks. “AY MI BEBEEEEE!” Your mom screams and hugs her, tears flowing. YN is holding her tears back, afraid of ruining her makeup. Alfred hugs you and tell you, “the most beautiful bride indeed”

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[Recording]•

YN is walking down the isle with her mother. Nola pans towards Jason, who is wiping his eyes, tearfully smiling at her. He holds her hand once she gets to him and kisses her palm. YN hands her bouquet to Nola and smiles back at Jason. The amount of love between them flowing throughout all of the reception.

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[Recording]•

“Yn, I was a shadow of a man I had once been before you came into my life. You have brought so much love, joy, laughter, and peace, things I never thought I would ever get or even deserved. Princess, on this day, in front of both of our families and friends, I promise to spend my life by your side and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are the silver lighting that shines through all the clouds of life, that sunshine that makes my darkest and saddest days bright again. I once said you were the ruin of my restraint, which I still believe wholeheartedly. lf you ever were to ask for the galaxy, I would happily spend each and every day catching stars in your name. Need is something you will not recognize and unsafe is a word you’ll never know. My love, my heart, my soul, and my mind are all filled by you, your love, and your presence. Te amo, Yn Mn Ln”

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[Recording]•

Jason and you had watched Corpse Bride and wanted to incorporate the vows into your own.

“Jason Peter Todd Wayne, do you take Yn Mn Ln as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for good and bad, to cherish from this day forward?”

- I do

“Yn Mn Ln, do you take Jason Peter Todd Wayne as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for good and bad, to cherish from this day foward?”

- Yes I do

“Turn to look at each other and hold your hands. Repeat after me, ‘With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in the darkness. With this ring, I will ask you to be mine”

You both repeat it to each other, placing the rings on each other.

“You may now kiss the bride”

Jason pulled you toward him and dipped you, kissing you passionately whilst everyone cheered. A sniff could be heard from Nola. She changes the camera to everyone else. Dick is crying and cheering. Tim, Duke, and Steph are screaming. Cass is clapping with a wide smile, Damian claps with a bright smile. Alfred is wiping his tears with a soft smile. Bruce looks so proud, he is fully letting the tears go because his boy just got married.

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[Recording]•

The camera focuses on you sitting in the newlyweds table smiling at Jason. Roy is giving his best man speech. “You know Yn, Jason and I originally had planned to runaway and get married in Vegas and then you came along. I am not fond of getting my plans ruined but since it’s you I can make an exception” He begins his speech making everyone laugh. As he carries on, you look back at Nola who is looking at Roy with a look you recognize very well. “Jason, mi alma, look at Nola! She’s giving Roy love eyes!” Yn whispers to Jason who in return gives her a kiss on her shoulder in order to discreetly look behind her at Nola. Jason chuckles and says, “Oh that will be a disastrous pair…I will never know peace again if they get together” making you laugh. “Jason. I get that you love your wife, but I was your boyfriend first and deserve that you stop kissing her while I’m talking.” Interrupted Roy making you laugh even harder.

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[Recording]•

Nola began her speech, retelling all of your times together. “Unfortunately, now Jason is permanent and I can’t get rid of him. I will say this once and only once, even if the only thing we do is argue like children, I am glad Yn found Jason. There has never been a couple more in love than you two, Give it up for the happy couple!”

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[Recording]•

The camera pans to everyone in the dance floor. Your grandmother is exchanging cooking tips with Alfred. Bruce is with Clark, Louis, and Diana chatting. Your mom was reveling in how much your aunts are fawning over the wedding, how beautiful you looked, Jason and his family, and how great everything looked and was. She beat your aunt once again. A successful daughter who was independent and hard working and made a good sum on her own who was now married to a very good looking man who was the son of one of the richest men in the world. Oh she had WON. Dick and Stephanie were flighting with majority of your cousins. Tim, Conner, and Duke were dancing with a few of them. Barbara and Cass was at food table enjoying all of the fine Puerto Rican food in display. Jason and you were dancing with Nola and Roy. Damian and Jon were speaking with your little cousins who was telling them about his farm. The sight was heartwarming indeed.

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[Recording]•

“Ok ok ok, if you thought it was over, well it wasn’t. Here are a few words of encouragement from all of your family and friends!” said Nola

Various clips of your family members giving you words of encouragement played out. Your mom, Alfred, your grandmother, your aunts, your cousins, Clark, Diana, Conner, Jon, Louis, Bruce, Cass, Stephanie, Barbara, Dick, Damian, Tim, and Duke. They all ranged from emotional to hilarious. Their love for you both very apparent.

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[Recording]•

“I truly wish you both the absolute best. Yn, i am so happy that you found the love of your life and it is someone truly amazing. Jason, I’m glad Yn found you, what you both have is absolutely rare. Enjoy your honey moon, but not too much because I am not ready to be an aunt. LOVE YOU! ENJOY!!!!” Nola ends the video smiling and waving at the camera.

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DPXDC Prompt #148 Part 4

The drive took an hour or so and Danny was thankful for the help.

Nightwing offered to drive him after Danny told him his soulmate's name. He told Danny they often did security work for the Wayne household. The motorcycle wasn’t that comfortable but considering how far he actually was from Damian he thanked Nightwing for the help anyways. They we’re quickly buzzed in at the gate, Danny assumed Nightwing called them at some point during the ride. He thought he heard him talking over the hum of the bike as they drove but Danny was too tired to pay attention.

They turned onto the driveway and Danny let out a sigh of relief as he climbed down from the bike. They walked up the staircase and Nightwing knocked on the door. The door was quickly opened and a friendly butler welcomed them.

“Mr. Nightwing, thank you for looking out for young Mr. Daniel here. I am Alfred Pennyworth, Master Damian is waiting for you in the den. Please, follow me.” Mr. Pennyworth greeted warmly before heading into the mansion.

“Go ahead Danny, I’ve got to get back to it,” Nightwing smiled at him before he departed on his bike heading back down the driveway.

Danny followed after the butler and the two headed down a few different hallways. Danny felt weird keeping silent but also didn’t know what to say to the butler.

They eventually arrived in a large room Danny could only assume was the Den. Damian was on the couch reading but he set the book down on a coffee table with a bookmark in it when he saw Alfred walk in wit Danny.

He stood up and approached them, “Daniel. What happened? I got worried when Pennyworth told me Nightwing found you on a roof in Bludhaven.”

Danny let out a sigh of relief, he could feel his core ache. Actually now that he had a moment to catch his breath, his mom’s hit did more than just hit his side. He remembered on one of his trips to the far frozen, Frostbite told him that ghosts often seek comfort from their soulmate when harmed or injured. He didn’t want to admit it but he felt weak as he let himself be guided to the couch to sit down. Damian sat down next to him and he helped Danny get into a comfortable position before settling next to him.

Once he was finally seated he took a moment to breath and gather his thoughts and then spoke, “Can you call me Danny? Daniel always felt like I was in trouble…”

“Of course, Danny… If you don’t mind me asking, are you hurt? You seem to be avoiding your left side.”

Danny took a deep breath, he came here with a resolve to tell his soulmate everything but now that he was here he was having second thoughts about it. If Damian rejected him he didn’t think his core could handle it, from what Frostbite told him his core might even crack or shatter completely.

He took another deep breath and thought about it for a moment. Damian was his soulmate. If there was anyone in the world that would accept everything about Danny, it would be his soulmate right? He nodded to himself, he had to know.

“Yeah, I’ve got a graze on my side from a small fight I had. I’ll be fine, I just need to rest.” Danny said fidgeting with his hands as he stared at them.

Damian suddenly sat up, “If your injured let me take a look, I won’t allow you to go untreated if I can do something about it.”

Danny felt a little stunned but he could tell his soulmate meant it. Damian really cared about him even if they had just met.

“I… there’s actually something I should probably tell you… before we go too far.” He finally stuttered out.

“Whatever it is, I’m here for you. I vow that no harm shall befall you as long as I’m right by your side.” Damian declared, a fire burned bright in his eyes.

It was honestly a little too much for Danny, but it also felt like it was exactly what he needed to hear for his core felt a comforting warmth to it.

He nodded to himself he had to do this.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Danny started.

Damian thought about the question for a moment before answering, “yes, however I am a little skeptical.”

Danny laughed a little at that, “yeah, so did my parents. They even built a portal to their world. It didn’t work at first though, so my friends convinced me to check it out… Turns out you should really check where you put the on button when you're designing a portal.”

Damian let Danny say what he needed too, he sat there and nodded for Danny to continue.

“The portal opened up with me inside. It was honestly the worst experience of my life and… let me just show you.” Danny took a deep breath, this was it. Time to show his soulmate exactly what he was getting himself into. He let the rings wash over him and he was in ghost form once again. His soulmate didn’t say anything but Danny could tell he was a little shocked to say the least.

“Can I see your hand?” He asked Damian who held his hand out for him. Danny gently grabbed it and led it to his neck. Damian’s eyes narrowed when he couldn’t find a pulse. Danny gave him a sad smile, “the other ghosts call me a halfa, half ghost, half human. I can do everything a ghost can and everything a human can.”

He turned back and slumped back down in his seat. He looked over and Damian was deep in thought, he took a while to respond but when he did he looked Danny straight in the eyes, “We’re your parents the people who hurt you?”

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How Long Tim Drake First Lived at Wayne Manor (+ Drake Manor)

A reference guide and timeline, because I am an incurable nerd.

Gotham Knights #45 [description in alt text]

From what I can figure from Tim’s pre-Flashpoint comics, Tim originally lived at Wayne Manor (after his mom’s death and his dad’s hospitalization) for about 7-9 months until his dad left the hospital. Then the Drakes bought the mansion next-door to Wayne Manor at Alfred’s suggestion, and they lived next-door for less than two years, then had to move downtown after losing money, where they then lived until Jack’s death.

Disclaimer: Due to the annoying nature of comics timelines, this summary will not account for how much time various major Batman storylines take. DC comics tend to take up a lot of time in an apparently small amount of time, which means this technically correct timeline might also make Knightfall, Contagion, and Cataclysm look like they all occured within like, a few months. This is DC’s fault and for the sake of this post I will not bother trying to make that make sense. You can decide how things fit together based on the information here.

Timeline details and references:

When Tim, age 13, first begins training to become Robin (after Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying, which is implied to occur during late summer/early fall), he’s mostly living at his boarding school just outside Gotham City while his parents are nearly always away traveling for business (Batman #441, #444-445). At some point, Tim begins staying at the Manor overnight sometimes when he’s not at school, probably over breaks or weekends (Detective Comics #615-616).

In (presumably) December, Tim (age 13) is already staying at Wayne Manor for vacation when his parents are kidnapped. Janet Drake dies, and Jack Drake is hospitalized in a coma (Detective Comics #618-621). Tim continues staying at Wayne Manor after their kidnapping. The kidnapping storyline doesn’t mention what vacation it is, but Janet’s funeral and him becoming Robin occur on Dec 24th, so it’s likely winter break (Batman #455-457).

Soon after his mom’s death, Tim goes abroad for additional training. He’s abroad for at least “a few weeks” (Robin Vol. 1 #1), and at the end of this trip is when Tim first encounters King Snake (Robin Vol. 1 #1-5).

In Batman #469, during which Tim is still living at Wayne Manor while his father is in a coma, Bruce runs into King Snake, who says it has been 6 months since his encounter with Tim in Robin Vol. 1. This means in-text statements now give us at least 6-7 months having passed since Janet died and Jack was hospitalized.

(Note: It’s possible for a while Tim also stayed at his boarding school for the rest of middle school, since he’d been staying there before. We never see him there after Janet died, though, and he was then shown studying in the Manor, so he might’ve stopped boarding early and just stayed at the Manor full time. This part is unclear, and it’s not specified if Tim has started high school in Batman #469. Either way, he was under Bruce and Alfred’s care, and spent a fair amount of time sleeping at the manor.)

Tim turns 14 and starts public high school at Gotham Heights while still living at Wayne Manor (Robin II: Joker’s Wild #1). Tim’s birthday is in July, and in the US, high schools usually start mid Aug/early Sep, so I’d wager that’s at least Dec-mid Aug of living in Wayne Manor (though he was abroad for a few unspecified weeks of that). If we take those date references, that’s at least 7-8 months. Tim’s also probably known the Waynes for around a year now, by my estimate (based on Jason death dates & time mentions in A Lonely Place of Dying).

Relatively soon after Robin II: Joker’s Wild, Jack Drake is released from the hospital and at Alfred’s suggestion they buy the house next door to Wayne Manor (Batman #480-482). Tim is 14 when they move into the new Drake Manor. They eventually hire a live-in maid, Mrs. Mac, to help in the house (Robin III #3). Tim still occasionally stays at Wayne Manor or other family properties (Robin Annual 2 + Robin v2 #3), but for the most part lives at Drake Manor.

While they live at Drake Manor, Tim temporarily runs away from home multiple times (to do Robin stuff, mostly). During the Cataclysm, Aftershocks, and No Man’s Land storylines, where an earthquake turns Gotham into a disaster zone, the Drakes almost sell Drake Manor and they move to Keystone City for a short time (Robin Vol. 2 #62). But after Tim runs away back to Gotham, they end up moving right back into Drake Manor again not long after they left (Robin Vol. 2 #66). The original Wayne Manor also gets destroyed and they rebuild it differently. Tim turns 15 during this time.

Jack Drake sends Tim (age still 15) to boarding school because of all the running away. Tim lives at Brentwood Academy with Alfred for less than a full semester (Robin Vol. 2 #75-100). During this time, Jack marries Dana Winters (Robin 80-Page Giant).

Drake Industries loses money so the Drakes have to sell their mansion, and Tim (15 almost 16) has to leave Brentwood early. They move into their condo in downtown Gotham, near Barbara’s clocktower (Robin Vol. 2 #100). Sometime after they move downtown, Tim turns 16 on July 19th (Robin Vol. 2 #116).

At one point while he lives downtown with his dad & Dana, Tim is interviewed by a social worker investigating Bruce’s parenting. The social worker says, “Tim, you stayed here with Mister Wayne several times for extended periods, correct?” to which Tim responds, “A couple times, yeah. Mostly for a short while after my mom died and my dad was in a coma from his injuries. Bruce and Alfred looked after me until dad got better.” (Gotham Knights #45) “A short while” is vague and subjective so it doesn’t tell us much about whether my timeline is accurate, but this scene does confirm that Tim staying with the Waynes is information that a social worker could find out (though I doubt most of the public knew much about it).

So Tim was 14 already when they moved next door to the Waynes, and 15 almost 16 when they moved out. So it’s less than two years. Tim lived next door to the Waynes barely twice as long as he lived with the Waynes before that. Idk I just find that kind of funny.

Bonus Notes: When Tim was young, the Drakes only stayed at the downtown condo (the one they moved into long-term when Tim was 15) to attend downtown events like the opera or galleries (Robin #100). The Drakes also allegedly owned at least two penthouses (unless the two different names refer to the same one...I'm assuming not). Robinson Park Penthouse is where Jack wanted to move in before Tim convinced him to buy the mansion next door to the Waynes (Batman #480). The Mooney Towers Penthouse “on Diamond Street in Neville,” near Wayne Tower, is where Tim snuck off to stay at a few times during school vacations while Bruce and his dad were gone (Robin Annual 2 & Robin #3).

Additional Note: I’m not sure where Tim regularly lived when he wasn’t at boarding school before his mom died. We see brief glimpses of what is presumably his childhood home(s) in flashbacks but I don’t remember it ever being mentioned in depth. Tim implies that the Drakes didn’t live in one place in Gotham for more than 6 months until he was 14 (Robin v2 #66). They probably didn’t have one permanent residence.

If they did have one, though, presumably it wasn’t in downtown Gotham, since they considered the condo closer to downtown events than their regular home (Robin v2 #100), and it wasn’t in the more country area of Bristol where Wayne Manor is (Crest Hill), because Jack Drake was disturbed by the bats and new to the “countryside” air when they moved there (Batman #480).

#tim drake #batfam #dc comics #bruce wayne #batfamily #dc continuity #jack drake #janet drake #drake parenting #this has been sitting in my drafts for months for some reason. enjoy #wayne family #heroesriseandfall

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quotidian-oblivion · 8 months

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PICREW CHARACTER DESIGN GAME

Tag game! Was tagged by @uncertainwallflower Thanks buddy!

Rules: Make a couple characters (or just one! as many as you want/have time for) from your WIP. Use whatever Picrew suits the vibe best—just make sure to link it. Tag a couple people to do the same.

I used the same template wallflower did. This one

I overlooked the wip part and just made characters of my favs soooo. I mean! I do have a fic where all of these characters (minus Bart) are in! And they get bombed by glitter! Thus the glitter, stickers and sparkles on their faces and around them.

I did Tim's twice cuz I didn't notice the throat scar until I was making Jason's but HE HAS A THROAT SCAR NOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHA TITANS TOWER LET'S GOOOOO!!!! JDKFVBEHFEOIJD Also yeah, skater boy Tim is something I will never give up.

AHHHHHHHHHHH THE FRINGE! JASON HAS THE FRINGE!!! I AM SO HAPPY FOR THE WHITE FRINGE I SBHFVHFOEWIL Also, I headcanon that Jason has a pair of glasses cuz he's a nerd (jk, ik that's stereotyping. I just love the concept of him having glasses cuz- LOOKIT HIM! LOOKIT THAT ADORABLE GORGEOUS BULK OF A BOY! I LOVE HIM!)

And yes, Dickiebird is the sunshine boy and the perfect media picture. NYEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH ALL OF THE BATKIDS HAVE SCARS HA.

DAMIIIIIIIII!!! And that's a Gotham Academy uniform ^^ This kid is a cute kid which tries not to act cute but lookit him. Adowable baby.

Steph has strawberry earrings. If there were crazier earrings, I would have put it, but there isn't. The earrings are a tribute to the fic I wrote about Steph having matchbox earrings called "Everyone Is On Fire In The End" (I've linked it) I love Steph. She's awesome.

And ofc, our perfect but-behind-the-scenes-is-actually-the-one-who-causes-all-the-shenanigans queen. Cass. And obvi she's gonna have a lot of scars. I was researching which color eyes she had and in the comics so far she has had, blue, green, and brown eyes. So i went with blue cuz... black-haired blue-eyed. Yk?

Alfred!!! I love him. The sassy grandpa butler.

Guess who the one next to Alfred is. HIMBO BRUCIE WAYNE. His scars were from when he tried to kiss a Tasmanian Devil on his trip to Australia ✌️❤️✨ This cannot possibly be Batman. The butts are lying.

Bonus: Cute Bart. He got his scars from trying to one-up Tim in skateboarding.

I went on a ramble. I like rambling. No pressure tags: @sardonic-sprite @tristicorde @wakkoroni @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego @cygnusdoesthings @mispeltnostalgia @ah0yh0y (turns out, it does exist XD) + whoever else wants to join!!

#quotidian convos #probably should create a separate post for your tag cuz mine is a bit long #but no pressure!#just a suggestion!#picrew character #picrew character tag game #picrew tag game #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batfamily #bart allen #himbo bruce wayne

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Hello! ❤️I love your stories and was maybe wondering if you would write a Shelby Family x reader story where she is their half sibling who grew up in America. Like Arthur Sr. Had an affair with a woman visiting from the US right around the time Finn was also conceived and maybe that woman was who their father ended up running to when he left like a year later, but not because he was in love but because she had money and he could get her drugs and stuff. And so the reader kinda grew up “seeing” Arthur sr rarely but also being raised quietly by her richer non gangster grandparents (even unofficially taking their last name instead of Shelby)while her “parents” just went off and did whatever. one day her grandparents die and even though she is almost 19 and only a few months younger than Finn she is sent all the way to England to live with the son of her grandparents friend. And who is that son of a Friend she is send to live with? Our favorite Jewish Baker Alfred (who also doesn’t know she’s a Shelby) !!! And then like Alfie kinda takes her under his wing and cares for her like her grandparents and let’s her work in the legal part of the bakery (while not telling her about his gang b/c she actually wanted a quiet nonviolent life having seen how her parents acted) then one day she’s talking to Goliath for lunch when three men come in and one says his name is Arthur Shelby and then R gets all confused. Because as far as she knows there’s only One Arthur Shelby and the man in front of him is ABSOLUTELY not him (this guys to nice and sober to be her sperm donor). So she starts arguing with him that he’s not actually Arthur Shelby and like “why would he be impersonating such a random drunk who never did anything” and and Arthur being Arthur gets kinda offended and starts arguing back with this random teenage girl (very similar to how he would argue with teenage Ada) that he is in fact Arthur Shelby “Yes I am -no you’re not -yeah I am -no your NOT…. Etc.” and they both just end up bickering and everyone is confused until like John realizes that the she may be taking about Arthur Sr and they figure it out. Idk what would happen next the older Shelby’s would probably like be pissed and ignore her for a bit but I could see Finn being curious would be the first to reach out again kinda excited to have a sibling his age who isn’t as rough as his family and they would get close and then Ada would be the next to follow excited to have a sister. And yeah, idk sorry this is long but basically it would be the Shelby’s having a half sister who ends up in Alfie’s care and only realizes she has siblings after arguing with Arthur about his own name😂😂 you don’t have to though!!❤️❤️❤️

Dear Anon,

This request was amazing, and I don't think my writing can live up to it's greatness. Thank you for entrusting it to me and for waiting forever. I really hope you enjoy it!

Lots of love & Happy New Year!

Warnings: Peaky-type themes + Happy ending

You were crushed as you lay on the worn hardwood floor of your bedroom. All your family was suddenly gone leaving you out in the world on your own. In a year you would have an impressive estate to fall back on, but as for now, it was their request to send you to England. You looked up at the floral wallpaper suddenly determined to commit it to memory, once you walked out that door this, this, this energy…. You struggled to label what exactly would be ripped from you once you walked out the door. All you knew was that everything would become real the second your feet touched the bottom of the front steps.

The possibility, no matter how stupid, of them simply being on a long trip would become a distant dream. They would officially be dead.

They had a family friend who had called on the phone to let you know he had arranged everything. His gruff voice made you weary. You didn't like men, but strange men you would live with, in a foreign country? Absolute no. You were very aware that they were probably murdered and if sending you to this man was their wish you knew it was because he would protect you.

Anger was boiling under your skin overshadowing the deep grief you were experiencing. People had you packed up out of your childhood home on a boat before the dirt had been poured over their coffins.

Over the long journey, your mind ran rampant over the finer details of your life. Your father was English, what if this was just an elaborate plot to drag you down into that life. He was an abnormally cruel man, keeping your mum sedated with drugs, and spending her money. What if he was the one to murder them? Getting his hands on you only to gain their estate money…. Your body started to spin out of control at the thought.

Your Grandmother was a Scottish woman with a hellfire temper, seeing what was happening in the home she’d removed you. You squeezed your eyes tightly knowing she’d never be there to hold you again.

They were good people, they taught you to be a good person despite the heartache that came from being stood up and endangered countless times by your parents. You made a promise to yourself that if things were rough, or if they were improper in any way you would leave and use the little money you saved up to find your Grandma’s sister in Glasgow.

After what felt like an eternity, but also a very short and hazy amount of time you had arrived. You watched as black cars pulled up and a very well-dressed man got out. His employees took your suitcases from your hands and you initially flinched at the attention.

Mr.Solomons was massive. Both physically and in personality. He came up to you and squeezed your slender frame in a crushing hug.

“Sorry ‘bout the family, love.” He grumbled.

“Thanks,” You said breathlessly as he squashed you.

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Despite being a rather posh group of people he could tell she’d not been treated properly in her life. Jumpy, timid, and refused to make eye contact. She was bat-shit scared of the situation.

He thought about taking her down to Arrow House. Dropping her off with her proper extended family. Thinking of the New Years' party he attend with the maids whoring themselves out, he thought it best to hold on to her a bit. Thomas was a lot of things and none she would find comfort in. Not that he was much better, but at least the beach house only kept a small staff, two maids, and one cook. All female and all well into their 60’s.

Alfie watched as she slowly settled in after a few weeks. He tried his best to act in a predictable manner in an attempt to scare her less. She asked a million questions about what he did, he knew she wasn't stupid so he told her the lighter version of the truth.

A mistake.

But she eventually calmed down enough to come to dinner and question him some more about morality and ethical values.

Give it another week and she was helping in the front bakery. She made all sorts of treats he’d not heard of before and insisted that single mothers or folks struggling didn't have to pay. He’d wanted to argue but he could still see that she was hanging on by the thread and needed a project more than a business lecture.

She’d finally laugh with her whole belly, and tease him endlessly.

He’d just about gotten used to her presence when everything had to get blown up.

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You were just done telling Alfie that he smelled like a wet dog when a tall man in a funny hat came in.

“Can I help you?” You asked in a hesitant voice. Alfie had disappeared and it was just the man and you in the back warehouse of the bakery.

“Probably not, love. Where’s Alfie then?” There was a sharp edge in his voice that made you absolutely refuse to tell him.

“Who’s asking.”

“Arthur Shelby,” He said waiting for you to run and announce his presence.

“Yeah and I’m the Virgin Mary. Try again.” You crossed your arms across your chest. This is exactly the kind of thing you were expecting. Obviously, he’d send someone to ruin what bit of happiness Alfie had given you.

“Oi! What’s this ‘bout. That’s my fu-ck-ing name”

“No, it’s not. Arthur Shelby is a right useless cunt that’s probably too drunk to stand at this hour. Did he send you here then?”

“That’s- I am a man of God. Now enough of these stupid games. Go get Alfie” He cursed under his breath and you refused to be intimidated by him.

“NO.” You said sternly. “No man of God would pretend to be such a bastard. You should leave.”

“Look! I am on business. Can’t leave till it's done. Now get him the fuck out here”

You both entered a weird staring contest when you heard Alfie come down the stairs.

“Right little brat you have here,” Arthur growled and you sneered at him. “How many Arthur Shelbys are probably out th-”

“Do you mean Arthur William Shelby?” Another man asked stepping into the warehouse.

“See you do know him!” You growled.

“Your dad fucked about, that can’t be much of a shock to you,” Alfie said with a chuckle.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The two men said in unison.

You watched as the men squared up against each other.

“Half-sister” Alfie pointed to you. “Her grandparents took her in when her mum went the same way your mum did. Must be his type.” Arthur looked like he was ready to punch him in the face. “Her Grandparents helped me with business in New York. Left her to me when they knew you lot were the only other option.”

Arthur spat on Alfie’s shoes. “Like you’re a better option?!” He handed Alfie an envelope. “You better call Thomas before I speak to him.” He stood there for a moment obviously contemplating whether he should attempt to fight Alfie or leave. “And this better not be some fucking joke.” He stormed off.

“You’re really his kid?” John said and you noticed the sadness in his eyes. You nodded and he turned around and followed after his brother.

You looked at Alfie and suddenly needed to sit down. He caught you before you landed on the floor. He placed you in a chair in his office.

“I don’t want to know any man -” You shook your head unable to finish the sentence. Obviously, something had to come crashing down. You’d become accustomed to your little cramped bedroom, eating breakfast in his office, and tea out by the water no matter how awful the weather was. He always listened and would ramble on about stuff that seemed completely useless. It wasn't home, but he made it feel more like an adventure. His hands were gripping the sides of your arms.

“Easy now, love.” He said softly. “It’s not that bad.”

“You knew I had family - His family around here and didn't say anything?”

“Well, they left you to me not them -”

“Alfie.”

“I didn’t think you would mix in with them right away. Figured you needed some space from everything.”

“Are they like him?”

“Gypsy trash? Mostly. Thomas is a right mess -” He sighed at your expression. “They aren’t that bad.”

“Lie”

“I like hating him. Were friends for the most part. His family is pure chaos, but he treats them well enough.” He squeezed your arm. “Wanted to give you a bit of time before introducing them.”

Tears started to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

“I wouldn’t send you anywhere I thought wasn’t safe. Despite being a right pain in the ass, you're not a terrible person. Don’t deserve to live with terrible people.”

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Tommy made his phone calls. Got all the evidence together, all of it pointing to him having a half-sister. With this knowledge came a heavy dilemma.

Bring her into the never-ending mess. Or let her live a nice life with all that money.

He thought about her being with Alfie, not much different than having her here?

He groaned pouring another glass of whiskey.

Fucking fuck. He thought about his dad and settled into the familiar acidity of his anger.

He made the phone call.

“Thomas.”

“Alfie.” He took a long drag of his cigarette. “Got my sister there?”

“She’s in bed.”

“Bring her around then. I’ll take her in.”

“She’s not a bloody horse Tom”

“How old is she?”

“18”

“Why bother with her then, eh?” She was an adult no reason to keep her.

“She’s in my care till she’s 19. That’s how it is ‘cross the pond.”

He sore silently.

“Still she’s my family. Should have her here.”

“Exactly what her grandparents didn’t want. I don’t know your father but he did a right number on her.”

“On all of us,” Tommy answered bitterly instantly regretting expressing that to Alfie. He thought of the poor girl and felt for her. “Just bring her around eh? She can decide. But I need to speak with her.”

“I’ll ask her. She’s flighty when it comes to the business though. M’ not having her over there with maids whoring about and men getting shot in the parking lot.”

“Fuck sake! It was one party, ages ago, that got out of hand.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That’s because you party like fucking savages!”

“We've got kids now- things are different-”

“Fuck off - you lot are always running from things! “

“From what?! All my fucking money?!”

“Alfie?” a quiet voice interrupted whatever he was going to reply with and suddenly the line went dead. Fucking idiot, they always bitch at each other like schoolchildren. Not even Arthur or John act like that.

He climbed the stairs and got into bed next to Lizzie.

“She’s your sister then?” She asked in the dark. He didn't respond. “Can always tell when you're talking to him - shouting your bloody head off.”

“I don’t want her to stay with him. Just the two of them in that dusty house. It’s not right.”

“Have her over then.”

“That’s the plan.”

Lizzie made a soft sound before coming over to press against his side. He didn't sleep.

Waking up in the morning he called the family in. Feeling stupid for overlooking one specific and glaringly obvious issue.

Polly.

The girl stood in the entryway looking equal parts terrified and ready for a fight. Polly looked over the girl in a way that told Thomas everything he needed to know. She’d be a part of the family no matter what anyone wanted to say about it.

Two weeks after Michael left to go back to his adoptive parents. A month after hearing that her daughter had died. Now there was an awkward lanky girl, with eyes that had seen too much, looking back at her. A need was filled.

Looking at Alfie it was obvious that it bothered him. Why he’d grown attached to her, for his sake, better have been a paternal thing.

“We have some business,” He said to the girl once the introductions took place she gave a nod and followed him with her head held high. He wasn’t surprised to see Polly following closely behind her.

Alfie decided to stay in the entryway and harass Arthur some more.

He motioned to a chair and she took a seat looking around the space. Polly’s eyes watched her like she was a showhorse up for bid.

“You knew my father then?” Her face twisted up and he realized he probably could have started things off in a better way.

“Yes. And I’m almost certain he killed my grandparents. That’s why I’m here with Alfie. So if you're in on his plan” She leaned on the desk and stared at him. “I see you.”

“Haven't seen him in years. Don’t need the extra cash either” He motioned to the house. That seemed to appease her slightly as she leaned back into the chair.

“He is an awful man and if this is where he would go when he wasn't drugging my mum or making my life hell then I want nothing to do with you lot.”

“Not here with us.” He confirmed wondering where on earth he was now. “I don’t like the thought of my sister alone in that junk museum with a potential enemy.”

“Alfie’s fine.”

“When he wants to be.” He answer wondering why he cared.

“Same as you, no?” She challenged.

“Look, let’s just get to know each other. We are family, one more at the table is a blessing. We have no other motives going on. It’s not much of a shock that you're here, I just wish it was under better circumstances.” Polly said squeezing her shoulder. “Alfie has been unpredictable in the past, but he is a good friend of the family. Both of you can come around whenever.”

“Thank you.” The girl responded with a small smile. “If we really are all on the same side. Perhaps you could help me find out what happened to my Grandparents?”

“I-”

“Of course, we can, love. We know lots of people in New York.” Polly responded before he could tell her it was better to let these things be forgotten.

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You sat in at dinner and found yourself having to leave the room for laughing so hard. Tommy and Alfie were like cat and dog. If anything they seemed more married than anyone else at the table. They clearly had a long history.

You stepped out on one of the balconies trying to catch your breath. Everyone told you that laugh was not table-appropriate and you didn't want to offend these people.

Suddenly the door opened and Ada walked out. She gave you another look over and touched your cheek.

“Can’t believe I have a proper sister.” She said in a warm tone.

‘Half-” You were going to correct her but she cut you off.

“Same thing. You look like things weren’t the best for you growing up and I wanted to tell you I can relate. I remember dad too clearly. I really wish I didn’t.” She gave you a sad smile and you realized that they had him around all the time when they were young. Not just here and there when he wasn't on long trips.

You tried to say something but just ended up silent hands making an awkward gesture.

“Don’t have to explain it.” She tucked your hair behind your ear. “I hope we can get to know each other better. Do our hair, go out, gossip. I always felt so jealous of my friends who had sisters.”

You thought about how nice that sounded and gave her a nod.

“I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll warn you though.” Your stomach twisted up waiting for her to tell you something horrible. “Polly’s found out her daughter that was taken from her died, and her son went back to his foster parents recently - it’s a long story - She’s probably going to try and smother you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Every time we see a baby in a carriage she starts crying. It’s not been an easy time for her lately. Just try to humor her if you can. I’ll be staying here for a while with Karl. Nice to have the family around to help out with him.”

“That’s your son?”

“Yes! I’ll introduce you to all the kids in the morning.” She smiled brightly and you got excited at the idea of being an aunt.

“Esme will also probably want to recruit you. The boys always end up outnumbering us so I’m sure she’ll be happy-”

“Stop making me sound like I’m a cult leader!” Esme whispered taking the cigarette out of Ada’s hand. “I’m just saying that Tommy needs to be kept in line - look at her she’s got fight in her eyes!” They both looked at you causing a thick blush to cover your cheeks. Just then Lizzie showed up.

“Oi stop making me sound like a bad wife! I keep in check plenty these days thank you.”

“Maybe you could use another round of that, looking a little tense, love.” Esme pinched her bottom and she slapped her playfully.

“Cult of bad wives or whatever nonsense they were corrupting you with - It’s lovely to have you around. Got a nice laugh.”

“No! I know it’s horrible I wasn't allowed to laugh too much- that’s why I came out here -” You stuttered trying to explain.

“They wouldn't let you laugh?” Polly interrupted closing the patio door behind her.

“I mean it wasn't proper for me to laugh like that.” You crooked your head to the side wondering why that wasn't obvious to them.

“YOU LOT BEST BEHAVE YOURSELVES!” Tommy called out loudly interrupting his current argument with Alfie.

You started laughing again much to their delight.

“As you can see we are not the most proper.” Lizzie did a little wave with her hand.

“You all spend a lot of time together?” Suddenly you wanted to be cool like them. The way they all looked different but so pretty. Esme had wild hair and dark makeup, Lizzie looked like she belonged on the cover of an expensive fashion magazine, Polly looked like a part of her was owned by a force of nature, and Ada was soft but elegant.

“You could say that!” They laughed

“The boys are always out-”

“Better than being alone -”

You nodded. You never had real friends growing up, certainly none like this.

“Don’t worry, love. We will corrupt you in due time.” Esme said with a wink.

You got pulled into the kitchen and watched as they got louder and louder. Loud enough that Thomas came in eventually with his sleeves rolled up and his face red.

“How could you possibly be louder than us eh?” He looked angry till a smile broke out on his face and he went over to kiss Lizzie’s cheek.

“Hope you lot haven’t melted her brains” Alfie grumbled but also looked in good spirits. The rest of the boys, your brothers piled in. Finn was around the same age as you a fact that made your heart hurt a little bit. His dad spent all his time tormenting you instead of being there for him. Would he see that as a blessing or a curse? He shook your hand and started up with a million questions about New York and your funny accent. His friend sat down beside you resting his arm on the back of your chair.

He reached out his hand “Isaiah”

You introduced yourself, shaking his hand. The two boys went back and forth asking different things. It was nice to be with people your own age. The three of you chattered on and then quieted down to listen to Alfie’s story.

You burst out laughing and all the women started cheering you on turning your face a deep shade of crimson.

“I like that laugh,” Isaiah said quietly and the thought of staying around here wasn't so bad suddenly.

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You were torn, but you decided to go back with Alfie in the early morning. Polly made you promise to call once you got it and wrote down eight different numbers to reach her at in case of emergency or just in case I wanted to talk.

You smiled at her and saw a familiar feeling behind her eyes as she kissed your cheek.

On the drive home, Alfie mumbled about how they are a good lot of bad people. Something you would have to embrace unless you wanted to go off on your own.

“Thanks for going with me.” You said once settled in the beach house.

“No need to thank me.” He said brushing you off.

“If I were to go live with them, could I still work at the bakery?”

“Of course.” He gave you a tight smile and you felt bad for him being shut up in the house all the time.

“Can I stay over sometimes too? I love all of them but the kids, and the horses, and its - erm - a lot at times?”

“My house is always open to you, no matter what.” He patted your shoulder and you went off to bed.

Polly fussing over her unsure of what bad stuff had happened to her over the years. Wanting to help her figure out what actually happened to her Grandparents and starting one of those massive pinboards with string in the sitting room trying to help her piece it all together. Eventually, Esme and Lizzie got really invested in helping. Thomas wondering what's going on and poking his head in and all of them shouting at him to leave. Him muttering Women under his breath but sneaking in at night to circle a few things he thought was important in the evidence anyway.

Them actually cracking the case and being surprised when she wakes up to a newspaper on the kitchen table saying that a local Jewish gang was suspected in the murder of Arthur William Shelby Senior.

Being shocked and watching as the family all came over to the house. You finding it weird that they spend more time talking to you about your grandparents than they did mourn their father. Once they were sure you were alright the celebratory drinking started.

Isaiah suddenly always wanting to come over and hang out around Arrow House or Polly’s place whenever you were there. Finn teasing him endless amounts but also making it very clear that if it ended badly that Finn would do his job as your brother.

Alfie coming over constantly to bother Thomas and slowly becoming more of an uncle in your eyes. Always around to cause trouble.

Ruby fell in love with you, always insisting loudly that you had to be the one to carry her around. She’d often bust into your room at strange times to see if you wanted to play. Once you came up to your room to find her asleep in your bed.

Finally being able to laugh and speak your mind about literally anything. Listening to them rant about things or poke fun at you. Shopping, parties, trips to London to shop and party some more. You thought it funny that they would go to parties basically just to watch people and only interact with themselves despite always being around each other. The gossip was always very spicy.

Isaiah and you getting caught kissing on a street corner after a romantic date. A friend of Lizzie calling her saying she saw you. That going dramatically across the phone tree leading to you coming home and getting dragged into the kitchen for whiskey and interrogation. Was it good? Did he use tongue? Where were his hands? Did he walk you to the door or just wait in the car? He did wait to see that you got in right?!

Isaiah dealing with Tommy in the office when Alfie shows up and both of them being over protective dads.

Finally, your 19th birthday rolls around. Finn saying that he felt you might leave, try being on your own for a bit, or that maybe Isaiah would propose. Polly overhearing it and starting to worry about you to the point where she sits you down and has a long talk about what it’s like being on your own and the head of a house, what it's like being married. You interpret this as them feeling like you should leave. Esme catching you in your bathroom crying as she dropped your dress for the party off. Clearing up the misunderstanding she wipes the tears from your face and does your makeup for you. “I’m not ready to be a grown-up.” You whisper looking up at her dark eyes. The warm glow of your pink bathroom makes you feel even smaller. “Look you’ve got a hot boyfriend that your family will literally kill if he hurts you, a hot dress to wear, and your makeup is finally done properly. Party is going to be amazing because I planned most of it. All of this is growing up. With this much love, it won’t be so bad.” She kissed your forehead. “All that stuff Polly told you was about her life. Back then she didn’t have anyone as cool as us watching her back.”

The party becoming an absolute mess with some business deal going on in the background. Isaiah defending her bravely then going in for a big kiss in the middle of the entryway as things around them are falling apart. Guns firing, people screaming and throwing things. The whole thing wrapping up and you sitting in his lap in the kitchen sipping a whiskey out of his glass. The family finally feeling like he earned your attention and leaving you both alone for once.

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