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toulousewayne · 5 months

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Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 21-23

Damian:

The headache Y/n felt forming after finding out about Bruce and Talia having a son was painful.

“After all those talks he gave me about protection.” Dick scoffed.

Y/n looked at her new brother who looked like a feral kitten who was ready to claw and hiss at anyone who approached him.

“Tt, I don’t see how you are Father’s Daughter, your mother wasn’t even married to him. Meaning you hold no claim to Father’s company or his assets.” He spat. He was quite smug with himself.

“Listen pipsqueak—“ Tim started but Y/n motioned for him to stop. She turned her attention back to Damian.

“Look I don’t know what you were told but I promise you I don’t want to run his company, hell I’d rather not be heiress to the money either. Bruce is my Father not my atm or trust fund. And if that’s all the things you’ve been led to believe then you’re sadly mistaken.”

Damian lunged at her and quickly moved out of his grasp, she turned towards him and flipped him onto his stomach and pinned his arm back.

Dick and Tim stood there in awe.”I know you’re an assassin kid, but make no mistake I will break this little hands of yours if you try that again.” She left the room without another word and Damian grumbled as Tim chuckled smugly in the corner.

Damian avoided Y/n while she visited the Manor. They spoke a total of two times in the first few days. By day three Y/n figured he’d be more settled into his new home that she could formally introduce herself. She was wrong.

Damian took one look at tried to go in the other direction and she called him but he was too fast for her. She was in her room on a call with Stephanie and Cass who were gutted she wasn’t staying longer, Barbara could be heard in the background on a call with Dinah and Helena.

“You guys know you can visit anytime, besides my roommate when back home to Chicago. So, for the rest of the term I have a whole dorm to myself.” She giggled stuffing some sweaters Alfred had bought for her as he knew winter was approaching and she’d be up late in the library across the campus.

“Well you’ll be back in three weeks for Christmas Break, plus maybe this weekend we can have a day trip I heard Metropolis Mall is having a huge sale for Black Friday!” Stephanie squealed with excitement.

Cass nodded in agreement,she turned her head and looked closely at the screen before speaking.”Damian.”

Y/n world around to find the youngest Wayne in her doorway easedropping.

“I’ll talk to you guys tonight when you stop by before patrol.” They two waved and she hung up turning to the doorway.

“Come in Damian.” Reluctantly he entered her room with a blank expression.

“Wayne.”

“Wayne.” She replied in his same tone.

He looked down at the ground before speaking,”Grayson talked to me about my actions. I wanted to apologize for comments earlier to you.” He never met her gaze and she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not the first kid to come in here and feel outraged or confused about your new life Damian, and knowing Dad’s track record I can’t say you’ll be the last. But I accept your apology. Mind telling me what’s behind your back though?”

He handed her a small wooden bird, it was cured and whittled to his shape and it was beautiful sculptured. “Grayson always mentioned your fascination with birds.”

Y/n smiled an took the little bird figure,”thank you Damian it’s very thoughtful of you.”

“I would appreciate if this conversation never made it to Drake.”

“Whatever you say kiddo.” She chuckled. As time went on Damian was less abrasive towards the older woman. Usually when the girls would visit her Damian would tag along, of course he said he was forced to come but that was lie. Or when Dick or Bruce would FaceTime her and Damian would demand to talk to his sister but would instantly just ask her about her studies and when would she be returning home. It was kinda cute.

When she returned for Christmas she wasn’t surprised to see Damian tending to his animals but rather who was helping him. A new kid.

Duke:

Duke had heard a lot about his new sister from the other boys, from Cass even Alfred talk about her too.

She was able to get to know Duke when everyone was out running errands for Christmas and he was the only person at the Manor.

“Oh Hi Y/n, Alfred asked me to hang up the garland. Did you need something?”

“No Duke, just passing through, I’m surprised you picked the red and gold one, no one picks that one.”

“Really, I think it’s the most festive.” He chuckled and she entered the lounge and helped him. The two crackled jokes and finish decorating the lounge by the time Alfred and Bruce returned.

“I must say you two make excellent choices with decorations.” Alfred commented.

On Christmas Eve Duke wasn’t around lot of the family. When Y/n asked around no one had seen Duke since Breakfast. Y/n found him in the backyard sitting in the snow. She approached him with a cup of hot chocolate made by Jason.

She sat next to him in silence on noise was them sipping on the hot beverages and sounds of clatter and music from the manor.

For a while they just enjoyed each other company until Duke broke the silence. “Do you think their proud of me, with my decision of be Signal and applying to Gotham University?”

Y/n took a sip of her drink once more before replying,”I think your parents are very proud of you Duke, I believe they would not only want you to be surrounded by people who love you. But to also following your own heart, do what you feel is right for your life.”

He grinned to hisself before speaking again.”I guess so my Dad always wanted me to beat to my own drum. I just..I don’t wanna let anyone down, my parents, Alfred, Bruce..you.”

She turned to him,”Me?”

He nodded softly. “Everyone talks so highly of you, even Damian. I was scared that I’d let everyone down.”

“Duke Thomas Wayne! You could never let me down, I’m sister I’m not going to make you feel bad about your decision. Besides have you seen the rest of the family, just finishing High School is enough to make Alfred happy.” The two busted out laughing before the wind and the snow began to fall down.

“Come along little Brother it’s getting cold and so is the rest of my cocoa.”

On Christmas Morning everyone torn into their gifts and after that everyone opened their gifts Duke found Y/n in the library.

“Hey, thank you for yesterday, I just talked to Dick and he helped me finish my application for Gotham University and I may even have submitted one last night Metropolis University too.”

She chuckled,”Aww Duke that’s amazing I can’t want for them to come in the mail.”

Y/n helped Duke a lot with his last remaining High School affairs like signing up for the SATs, applying for other colleges one that were so close to home in case Duke wanted to try something new. She even helped him with his AP homework though she did secretly get Jason’s help with his English papers and Tim definitely didn’t glance over and make notes on his math homework to help him understand the concepts better.

When his letters did come in the mail he was accepted into Gotham, Central City, Bludhaven and even Star City top universities. But Duke was unsure of himself again and called Y/n who had returned to Metropolis to finish her last few weeks of her degree before graduating that spring.

“What did I say before Thomas, don’t sell yourself short. You earned those spots and if they aren’t where you wanna go you don’t have to. Follow your own drum remember.”

He grinned,”Thank Sis, I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, now before i go will you please tell Dick and Dad that I will call them later, they keep calling and texting me.”

Duke doubled over laughing before telling her he’ll tell them.

Duke was the first one in the car the day before the family went to Y/n’s Graduation, him and his brothers fought over shot gun which was vetoed by Alfred who made them all sit in the back of the car.

By the time the got their the ceremony had begun and a small crowd burst through the auditorium and made their ways to their seats where Clark, Lois, Jon and Diana were already sitting.

“Late again?” Diana chuckled.

“Bathroom breaks.” Bruce replied.

Luckily Y/n was next and the group from her family was so loud that the crowd chuckled and some joined in too.

She was top of her class and even gave the speech for them.

After walking outside she was swept up to strong arms.”I’ve very proud of you.” Bruce said.

“Thanks Dad, but you’re crushing me.” Bruce reluctantly released her but she she immediately hugged by her brothers and sisters.

“You’ve made us so proud little Bat.” Dick practically sob.

“Grayson can you please stop with the dramatic.”

“Well what will you do know, are staying here or will you move back to Gotham?” Tim questioned.

She shrugged,”I dunno I will come home for a bit before I decide though.”

A choir of Yes from Damian, Duke, and Alfred didn’t go unnoticed.

“Well whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.” Jason side hugged her.

Alder sobbed and received everyone attention,”it feels me with joy to know at least one of you finished college.”

“But Alfre—

“Silence Master don’t ruin my moment.” Bruce rolled his eyes as Clark and Lois chuckled and Diana shook her head before turning to the graduate.

“Well young one you’ve accomplished much today and I think you should be very proud of yourself.”

“I am thank you guys for coming.”

Tim scoffed,”B practically ran half off the inmates into their cells to not miss today.”

Everyone chuckled as Bruce looked aloof and starting walk towards the door,”I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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I hope you enjoyed this miniseries. I will do more with different people in the DC Universe.

Specifically with the other teams next to either the JLU or the titans or all of them in some capacity.

My asks are open so please, leave me any Requests! ☺️

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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Open hand or closed fist

(the joker x reader x bruce wayne)

part 3/?

CW/TW : paranoia, fear, mentions of trauma and injury, some fluff and bonding. other things I can’t remember so please read with caution because this series is not for the faint of heart or minors.

word count : 3136

a/n : my deepest and most sincere apologies for how long this took, im so sorry if it’s not what you expected. I hope you enjoy ! Also I did not proof read bc damn this is long.

part two here

Sharp chills ran down your spine as you hesitated at the door of Bruce’s car. The weather had taken a plunge into the negatives as you’d been recuperating in the hospital, yet the chills weren’t from the harsh cold. It came from the realization that your life would be coming to an end, that you were walking directly into the hands of the man who wanted nothing more than the interface. One life to him meant nothing.

“(Y/n)?” Bruce spoke, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. He’d been with you through the entirety of your hospital stay, making sure you weren’t bothered by the GCPD during your recovery. He wished he could say that was his only angle, to be the support you needed- but if he did that would be a lie. He knew there was more to the story, more he needed to uncover to understand what The Joker could want with you. Was it just a random selection? Or was there something else locking you to the clown, something he couldn’t see. Despite everything, he was the perfect company. Card games and movies every night, lunch and dinner provided by some caterer that was much too expensive, and enough understanding of women to know when you needed some time alone.

His voice washed the intrusive thoughts away, like a bucket of cold water had been poured over your brain. “Yeah, sorry.” You apologized, ducking into the car. It was a nice contrast, seeing as you had begun to go mad at the endless off white of the hospital walls. His car was black, the interior a sleek gray- and it was made by some manufacturer you’d never even heard of. Typical though, he was, after all, a billionaire- it would make sense for him to have something expensive.

Bruce nodded gently, closing the car door with a soft click before coming around to the driver's side. The time with you had been fun, but not at all what he’d hoped. No new information could be expelled from you, nothing he didn’t already know so to speak. His only hope was the time you’d spend at the manor, somehow he needed to get you to confide in him. It made him feel guilty, he cared for you more than he’d be willing to admit and what he had planned felt like a massive betrayal. Some things required a filthy conscience. He slipped into the car, quickly closing the door to fight off the cold breeze. “All ready to go?” He asked, sending over a smile.

It took everything in you not to jump out of the car. “Yeah, we should hurry. We might be able to get there before the snow does.” Your body was ridgid, despite the warm air circulating through the car. You thought of the sleepless nights, jumping at every bump in the night. The persistent feeling of impending doom that had yet to subside in the weeks you’d been away, been safe. Something within you knew that you’d never really be safe, even within the fortress that was Wayne manor.. “I heard from the doctor before we left, they think it might turn into a blizzard.”

The car lurched forward, sending the two of you onto the main road. It was slick with patches of black ice, though that stopped nobody from speeding. The city was more alive than usual, the sound of sirens carrying through the streets as more and more people were bested by the elements. “Good thing Alfred stocked the pantries this weekend, or else, I fear we’d be reduced to cannibalism.” He joked, nudging you gently with his free hand. It was his best attempt, you had to give him some credit.

A light laugh fell from your lips as you threw him a smile, “I don’t suppose Alfred and I stand a chance against you.” It was true, the man was much taller, much faster, and much stronger than the butler and yourself.

“Oh definitely not.” The man boasted, taking a sharp turn onto the desolate road that led away from Gotham and towards the Arkham bridge that would take you directly to the main island. The road was barely ever used now, so much so that the Mayor considered closing off the road completely to avoid vandalism to the old asylum. It was pretty much immediately shot down, considering the other islands surrounding Arkham island would be almost completely inaccessible by car. Bruce was one of the voices opposing the shut down, more or less for the fact one of his family's homes sat on the land. “I don’t think I’d eat you though, you know too much about anatomy- you’d be too useful. I don’t think i’d be able to figure out which parts you can eat and-” He paused, letting out a slight laugh. “And I think I might be thinking about this too much. I promise I'm not a cannibal.”

You looked at him incredulously, letting out a deep belly laugh that sent a shooting pain into your ribs. “Bruce, I don’t think you could hurt a fly. Let alone eat someone.” It genuinely was one of the funniest things you’d ever heard, the man was probably the last person you could see yourself being scared of. The only hindrance in your joy was the aching that followed. Your ribs had taken to a steady throbbing pain, worsening with every deep breath- somehow, no matter what you did or even didn’t do, the constant reminder of the joker nipped the joy you felt.

Bruce had a content look on his face, biting back the urge to make a comment that might out him as the city's vigilante. It felt different after all this time, even though you were still the same person you were before the assault, he could feel something pulling you away from him. A nagging savior complex wanted to fly you away, somewhere far from this shithole of a city, though internally he knew The Joker had no limits to his insanity. He’d scoure the earth until he found his prize heffer. “So, have you been to Arkham Island before?” He asked, filling the silence that had settled thick between the two of you.

The trees passed by in a blur of white and green, the land around the cursed asylum finally beginning to heal. “Once, a long time ago. Wasn’t pleasant.” You responded, hugging your coat tighter as the frosty pane of the window came into contact with your hand. Even after all of this time, even after setting on the fact that Bruce could never know, you still had to resist the urge to confide in him. He’d stuck by you the past few weeks, sparing no expense to get you the best care, the best entertainment, the best company. He’d become a better friend than you’d imagined was possible, yet there was no way you could trust him enough to endanger his life.

Was anything really ever worth a life? Was your life worth this much effort? Why couldn’t you just end all of this? Whatever that might entail. Whether it be seeking The Joker out to live your life as he saw fit or taking matters into your own hands. Both were equally horrible outcomes, though they both seemed to be endgame. Which was the both of two evils, and would you ever be sure?

From the road you could make out the silhouette of a looming fence, the dark silver poking out of the snow like a sore thumb. It looked old, dated in style- which solidified your fears. This house wouldn’t be as protected as Wayne Manor would've been, sub par security from back before the Wayne’s were murdered and a lock and key gate made for a bad situation. Your eyes focused in on the tire tracks that laid ahead, the snow packed down where Alfred had arrived a day earlier. You had to admit, the idea of seeing the old man again lightened your heart. He had become a close friend during your stays at the manor, offering you tea whilst you worked on repairing the millionaire or steaming your coat without asking to make sure it would be warm for you before you left. His kindness was unmatched for the most part.

As Bruce parked outside the gate, he dug through his pockets- pulling out a key the size of an iphone before pushing his door open. “Just one second, the locks on the place haven’t been changed in awhile, so key it is.” He smiled, stepping out into the nippy winter air, the car door closing behind him. The man felt uneasy, though he played it off to his best ability, the creeping feeling of uncomfort being chalked down to your curious eyes that peered at him through the windshield. His hand shook slightly as he pushed the large metal key into the lock, turning it with a great deal of force before it gave way the the locking mechanisms yielded. The smell of copper filled his nostrils, making him cringe before pushing the gate inwards, as he mentally noted the fact that this place needed an upgrade. Truth was, he hadn;t been back here in years. The old place had been left to the elements, and with the sight of the manor, he definitely could tell the wear and tear was taking over the exterior.

The manor looked much larger than most would’ve imagined, built of stone and dark oak- it resembled that of a hunting lodge in the mountains. The rough stone had been left to the forest as moss began to creep up the sides of the building, creating a beautiful entanglement as if the history of the island had not tainted it yet. As you squinted towards the house to see more, a figure in the window caught your attention. The small lengthy frame belonged to Alfred, who stood waving the two of you in from the warmth of the manor. The sight brought a small giggle to you, imagining how long he had been there trying to catch the attention of the billionaire.

Bruce returned to the car only seconds later, causing a huff of freezing hair to rush in- violating the pleasant warmth that had settled on your skin. His hands were shaking slightly and his fingers had gained a bright pink hue from the harsh cold of the gate. “So, what do you think?” He asked, shifting the car into drive as he began creeping down the driveway.

You gave a small nod, letting your eyes explore the property. It was different, to say the least. After being stuffed inside of a dreary hospital room for so long, this was like being in a completely different country. The snow was pristine white, untouched. Unlike the melting, blackened snow you’d seen on your way out of Gotham. The air held silence, thick and looming in the absence of life. From the moment you;d crossed from the bridge onto the island, you’d heard nothing but the soft hum of the engine and Bruce’s voice. It was almost as if Arkham had become completely different in the weeks since your ‘visit.’ It was scary anymore, you could see every abandoned driveway and empty house. Hell, even the snow reflected that nobody else had been out this way, no tire tracks or footsteps as far as the eye could see. “It feels serene out here, It’s really lovely.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he came to a stop at the front entrance, “I’m glad you like it,” He said, turning the car off with a slight twist of the ignition. “It’s you and me, roomie, till further notice.”

As if on cue, Alfred scurried out of the manor bundled in one of the largest coats you’ ever seen. Anything you might’ve thought had completely vanished at the sight, the poor man could barely bend his arms in the thing making it a rather funny sight as he attempted to open the car door. You let out a small chuckle before opening it yourself, allowing the man the chance to step out of the way.

He graciously took it as he held the door open, “Welcome! I’m glad you two made it safely.” He spoke, offering his hand as you stepped out onto the half frozen ground. The snow crunched under your feet, prompting a small smile from the man before you. “Isn’t it lovely? I’ve been trying to get Master Bruce here to visit for ages.” Alfred let his eyes move to Bruce, squinting as he poked fun at him.

Bruce groaned in annoyance, the hint of a smile evident on his rosy cheeks, “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for that, Al.” He moved around the car, ushering the two of you up the stairs like a cattle dog before the conversation went on any longer. He knew how carried away his butler could get, which would lead to the pair of you getting hypothermia. As the two of you disappeared into the home, he lingered at the front door for a moment, he could feel something. Though there was no reason to, he found himself looking over his shoulder, peering back to watch for a threat. Something didn’t feel right, though maybe it could all be summed up to the feelings that arose in connection with his family's manor, but he couldn’t be sure. After all, the whole reason any of you were here was to ensure your safety. The Joker could be around any corner, watching through thousands of hidden eyes, awaiting the perfect moment to strike- so if there was one thing he knew without a doubt, it’s that he couldn’t get comfortable here.

Upon entering the home, you were hit with the strong scent of apples. It wafted through the hallways from the kitchen, the smell alone was enough to make your stomach grumble.”Alfred, It smells incredible in here, what are you making?” You wondered, taking in the decor of the house. It was definitely fancy, but it looked as if someone had a strong affinity for artwork as more than half of the walls were filled with beautifully painted pieces accompanied with framed family photos.

Alfred chuckled, turning briefly to make eye contact with you. “Apple strudels, they’re one of Bruce’s favorite sweets.” With that, he turned back and led you through a confusing labyrinth of a corridor. After a couple minutes of following the leader, he stopped before the bottom of a staircase which led to the left wing suites on the second floor. “I would accompany you up to your room, but I don't want to risk burning our snack. Your room is the third door down the right hall.”

You could tell he felt guilty, so you gave him a smile, nodding complacently. “Thank you, Alfred. Are my things up there by chance, I was wanting to maybe grab a shower.” During your hospital stay, the doctor was very adamant about keeping your stitching dry- so you’d only been able to shower three times, which left you feeling incredibly gross. The idea of being clean again was enough to make your entire night.

“Of course, The bathroom is also stocked with some things you might need.” He confirmed as he began back towards a door adjacent to the one the two of you had come through. He seemed to know this place better than Bruce did, which didn’t seem as much of a surprise- as he’d been with the family for more years than you could count.

The silence began to set in as you began up the stairs. It was reminiscent of your trek up to your apartment in Gotham. You’d spent months making the most out of the six floor hike up to your place, as the elevator had just completely given out randomly, so this was a piece of cake. Before you knew it, the landing was a few feet away littered with boxes filled with what looked like more framed photos. It was peculiar because the boxes looked old and worn, as if the Waynes had begun to pack up the house long before their deaths had transpired. ‘Not your business.’ You had to remind yourself. The topic had always (and would always) be a tender spot with the duo downstairs. You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, taking the right turn down the hallway you’d be staying in. It wasn’t hard to pick out the door that now belonged to you, as it was the only one not covered in a thick layer of dust.

Upon first glance inside, you took note of the two bags that sat in the middle of the king sized bed. Undoubtedly, they were filled with fresh clothes and the other miscellaneous things you’d asked to be picked up from your apartment. As you gazed around you noted that the room was warmed by a fireplace, which sat burning behind a grill to keep the debris from entering the room. It all was incredibly beautiful, as the room took a rich red hue. Linens and decor alike were painted in shades of red and black, giving the room a gothic feel. You moved inwards, allowing the door to close behind you with a thud.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, moving to grab one of the bags. As you pulled it to yourself, a small box fell to the floor by your feet- seemingly after being wedged somewhere between your belongings. “Now, what is this?” You asked aloud, to no-one in particular, as you used your foot to bring the thing closer. Once within reach, you took it from its resting place on the floor. It was a small red box that had been tied shut with a white ribbon. It held no markings or branding, which is why you spared no time pulling the ribbon loose and gently removing the lid.

You felt yourself choke, letting the box fall to your feet once more. There was no way, this place was safe. It was Bruce Wayne’s house for Christ's sake. It hadn’t been empty since Alfred arrived yesterday, which meant that whoever snuck this in- was here when Alfred was, how else would they be able to get the box into your things? Your heart was hammering in your chest, eyes jumping down to land on the contents of your supposed ‘gift.’

A small silver chain with a dainty ‘J’ charm attached lay almost hidden in the carpet, the red hue enveloping it like a pool of blood. Inside the lid, which remained on the bed, was a note. With shaking hands, you unfolded it.

God, how you wished you’d never read it.

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mxtantrights · 2 months

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Can you Do a Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader, where the Reader ends up in the Batverse and both discover they're Soulmates and crisis erased the readers earth, plus family. They bond and starting to talk about everything, he's comforting her and offers her to move in. Both fall in love and marry two years after, reader is a Chinese-German girl

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while and I'm so sorry about that. at first I was stuck because I wanted to write this but I didn't know how to write from the perspective of a Chinese-German reader. So I made the background neutral. I hope that's okay!

so I loved this request thank you so much for sending it in! I didn't focus on the Chinese-German aspect, and left it fairly neutral. As always you can imaging this how you want.

The last thing you remember is going to bed. Everything was fine-everything was normal. You had work in the morning, you had already ironed your clothes and were thinking about which place to go to for lunch. Everything was fine.

Then you woke up in someone else's bed. The sheets were silky black. And the furniture in the room didn't look anything like yours. You try to wrap your head around it-maybe you had a one night stand and forgot to go home?

But wouldn't you remember that?

You get up with a start and look down at your body. Clothes are still intact. No one night stand, you sigh in relief. You crawl out of the bed and look for the door.

Once you find it, you pull it open. And right there waiting for you is the most gorgeous man you've ever seen. Blue eyes. Black hair. Pretty smile.

"Hi baby, I've got breakfast on the stove but I wanted to know if you wanna try the new creamer?" he asks.

You cock your head to the side. You understand every word he's saying, except one. Baby. Baby? Who was he calling baby? Was there someone else he was speaking to in the room? Were you in one of those invisible dreams?

All of a sudden his hand comes up and brushes your chin.

"Baby?" he asks again.

And it hits you then and there that he's talking to you! He's calling you baby! Your mind automatically think it's a dream. That you may have woken up but that was part of this dream. You were still sleeping.

Your only response is to hum. You watch as he glides into the bedroom, he says something about you being able to sleep through almost anything but somehow you were awake right now.

You don't feel like it.

This has to be a dream.

A week into this new life, you find out it is not dream. You keep going to sleep but waking up here. Here, in this world with Dick Grayson. Every night he comes home to you, kisses you on the cheek and says goodnight.

You've learned a lot about him while he's busy. When he's at work you look him up freely. Son of Bruce Wayne. Cop. Heartbreaker.

And you do your best to make all this information seem like old news to you. If you can't he'll see right through you.

There's also the fact that he comes in late at night or very early in morning. While you know what his official job is, you don't know what it is he does at night. What causes him to come home with bloody knuckles, cuts to the lip and fresh bruises.

You want to ask but you know that if you do, you'll give it all away. He'll know that this isn't your world. And you'll be out on the street with no way of helping yourself get back home.

So for a week you keep your questions to yourself.

Until you can't help it.

He comes in at two am in the morning. He's clinching his side and wincing with every step he takes. You get out of bed right then and there. You can't stand to see him in pain.

"Okay you have to tell me what's going on." you say.

Dick looks at you sweetly, "It's just a tough case baby. Don't worry."

"I don't think the department has great insurance to cover you getting beat up like this." you reply.

"This isn't that bad." he answers.

"Isn't that bad?! Dick you're barely breathing right now!"

He cocks his head to the side at your outburst. You curse yourself. If you didn't give yourself away this whole week, you just did it. He's a detective after all.

"You're not my girlfriend." he states.

You gulp, "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't lie to me. You've been different since that morning, you're not her." he explains.

You sigh and sit on the bed. With your head dropped to the floor you debate on the words to use. How exactly do you tell him that this isn't your world. That you come from a world where superheroes and vigilantes don't exist.

"I don't know how it happened. I went to sleep one night and then next thing I know I'm waking up on your silk sheets." you answer honestly.

There's a moment of silence. And then Dick grunts. You pick your head up to view him. He's pulling a jacket on over his clothes. You get up from the bed quickly.

"We need to talk to Bruce."

You're sitting in the dinning room. It's quiet except for the faint sound of voices coming from the other room. It's Dick and his father, and his brothers. They're all talking about you.

When you first got here, you were met with weary looks. Apparently they could all tell you didn't fit in here. But Dick hadn't caught it and he was the only person you talked to since you arrived.

You explained to them as best you could. And then Dick ushered you into the dinning room. They needed to deliberate the situation. Which meant they were talking about you in a whole other room like you were a problem to solve.

You wanted to go home badly. But you wanted to be a part of the process. What if they ended up sending you to another world? What if you got stuck there?

The door opens and you turn around to see who it is that's come to talk to you.

A man in a trench coat.

You don't recognize him. It makes you stand up from your seat.

"If you're gonna blast me to another world can we make sure it's the right one?" you ask, the words tumbling out of your mouth faster than you can think.

The man laughs, "I like this one."

This one?

You scoff, "This one has a name."

"Yeah, and apparently it's the same one as the woman of this world, but you're not her."

You notice the way he says it. Like he knows you. Or not you, her. The you of this world.

"You knew her?" you ask.

He nods his head, "She and I go back a bit. She'd want to come home."

"I want to go home too. I'd do anything." you admit.

"Good, because I need to look inside your mind."

You decide to not give him any backtalk. Why would you? You want to go home so badly. If you got a headache or a migraine from this you wouldn't care.

The man instructs you to lay on the table. Which freaks you out. But you try to not let your nervousness show. You do as he says and lay flat on the table. You shut your eyes.

He tells you to relax and that the process will be painless.

He lies.

Once you feel him in your mind, it feels like someone is scratching the inside of your head. It feels uncomfortable. And then when eh goes perusing into your memories it feels even worse.

As he gets to a week ago, you feel your skin getting hotter. Your breath shaky.

You can see it.

You go to bed. Everything is normal. Your alarm clock is set. Your clothes are laid out for the next day. All the lights are off. And you doze off.

Behind your eyelids you see it. How the darkness transforms into a blinding light. You open your eye at the last second but you can see nothing. Just a bright light, and how hot everything is against your skin.

You lurch off the table with a gasp.

In-between your distress your eyes catch people running into the room. Dick, his brothers and his father. Dick comes to your side and takes your hand into his.

"You're okay. Everything is fine." he tries soothing you.

You shake your head, "No it's not. None of this is okay."

You look over at the man who looked into your mind. He's looking at you with grim features. Nothing about what you saw was good, but looking at him makes you double sure.

"He clears his throat.

"She's from a crisis Earth. It got erased." he answers.

Crisis Earth? What does that mean? As you look at Dick you realize that it means something to the others in the room. Something bad, based on their faces.

It takes time to come to terms with the fact that you can't go home. It's explained to you over and over again but your brain doesn't let you believe it.

You walk around like a zombie for the first few weeks. Dick let's you take the spare room in his apartment. Sleeping in the same bed with him felt weird when you realized that you weren't leaving, and his you wasn't coming back anytime soon.

Constantine, the man who looked into your mind, told you that the mechanics of what happened were are. You came from one world to the next, and pushed the you of this world out. He didn't say if out meant that the other you was gone for good or just lost.

It makes you toss and turn at night. You feel like you're to blame for all of this. Even though you didn't do anything.

Sleep doesn't come easy to you.

One night you have a nightmare. You can picture it so clearly. That night when you went to bed and everything changed. How your skin felt like it was being burned. How you couldn't see anything but the bright hot light.

Dick has to wake you up. He grabs a hold of your shoulders and shakes you awake. You sob and sob. He consoles you the best he can knowing that you're not his. It's odd. It's unshakable. It's not right.

About six months in you have a job. You work enough hours to afford a place on your own. Which is what prompted you to get the job in the first place.

But as you're boxing up the few things you've collected since you're arrival, you find yourself not wanting to leave. Maybe it's because Dick is the only person who knows what you're going through. The only person to show you grace and help you out.

You do your best to power through it.

And when you finally get the last box tapped up, Dick comes bolting in your room. You had planned on leaving while he was at work, but that plan is thwarted.

"We're you just going to leave without saying goodbye?" he asks you bluntly.

You swipe your hands on the back of your pants.

"I know me being here is just a constant reminder of what you lost, I thought I'd save you the heartache." you answer sadly.

You pick up the box and move past him and to the other boxes that are pilled up next to the front door. He moves in sync with you. Living with him for six months meant that the two of you coexisted. You learned each other's routines, behaviors, habits.

Dick grabs the box from you before you can put it down yourself.

"I don't want you to leave." he says.

You look at him sharply.

"Dick, I can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me. But I can't stay here, it's not fair to you." you explain.

But you can see with the more words you speak, the more agitated he gets.

"Who said it's not fair? I didn't say that. Ask me what I think about this!" he replies.

You sigh, "You're not thinking straight. I have her face. You want her, not me."

Dick stops for a moment. He places his hands on his hips and gives you a look you can't read. You weren't good at reading him like he is you.

"I want you to stay. I don't want you to move. I don't want you out of my life, and it's not because I think you're her or that you're replacing her."

You look at him then. Confusion is all you have on your mind. Why would he want a constant reminder of what he lost around? Why would he want you to stay?

"I was supposed to sign the lease today."

"Please, please don't sign that lease. Please don't leave." Dick says.

#submission #Dick Grayson x reader #Dick Grayson imagine #Dick Grayson fic #Dick Grayson #dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc fic

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doctorgrimes · 1 year

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Hi ! So i am a new writer and i take any requests, here what i will write about:

-Blood Of Zeus

-DC (especially Batverse)

-Marvel

-Greek mythology

-Attack On Titan

-My hero Academia

So i write reader inserts, OCs, fluff, smut....

What i will not write:

Incest

R*ape or forced relationships

Character x character, only read inserts please

HUGE age gaps, when i say huge i mean it

So that's all ! You can ask me requests anytime.

#bloodofzeusxreader #eren x reader #shigaraki x reader #greek gods x reader #batmom!reader #reader insert

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sofreddie · 2 years

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Any character? Any fandom. You brave, girl. How about Dick Grayson (Nightwing) from the DC Batverse.

Distracted

Characters: Dick Grayson x F!Reader

Warnings: None

WC: 439

A/N: Okay, so, nervous about this one 'cause it's a new character. But all I could think about what his acrobatics and flirting, which I have to admit I kind of like. Please be kind. Feedback is appreciated. : )

“Gotta do better than that,” Dick smirked and Y/N wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin from his face.

She took and breath and tried her attack again. He had agreed to help her train, and get her skills up to par since she was determined to be part of the team.

He continued blocking her moves with ease, frustrating her further and making her moves less coordinated. It didn’t help that he kept distracting her with his stupid face and stupid body and stupid flexibility. She bet he could just-

“Oof,” Y/N let out a hard breath as her back hit the ground once more.

“What’s got you so distracted?” Dick teased knowingly and Y/N glared at him as he chuckled.

Getting to her feet, and really done with his teasing and mostly mad at herself for being so distracted, she tried again. He blocked her every move, but she continued, using what she had learned to try and break through his defenses.

With a swift spin and kick, she landed an unexpected hit, sending Dick flying to his back for a change.

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed, the both of them surprised by the turn of events. “I did it!”

The next second, Dick threw a sweep kick that took her feet out from under her and had her on her back on the ground once more. Before she could recover from the shock, he was on top of her, pinning her wrists to the ground.

“See? You do a lot better when you focus.”

Her breath was caught in her throat. As the silence drew on between them, she saw his eyes flick between hers and her lips. She could have sworn he was about to kiss her, and she was ready for it.

“Kinda hard to focus when you’re, you know, you.”

He laughed, flashing another glance to her lips before jumping to his feet and holding out a hand to pull her up. Once righted, he made sure she was good and she nodded.

“Again,” he smirked, readying his position.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes, readying herself once more. This time, she was able to block his attack, forcing herself to focus and managing to hold her own. That is until he spun out of the way, kicked off the wall, and landed behind her.

“No fair!” Y/N whined and she knew she sounded pathetic. “You can’t just parkour all over the place!”

“Actually,” he grinned, “I can.”

“I hate you.”

“You really don’t.”

She smirked, shamelessly letting her eyes roam over him, “Nah, I really don’t.”

Requesting Requests

#distracted #dick grayson x f!reader #dick grayson #nightwing #requests

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depravity-n-savagery · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to your favorite writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Oh yay! This actually pretty tough. See, I'm new to writing fics on Tumblr, but I've been posting fics on Ao3 and Wattpad for a loooooonngg time. Some of the favorite things I've written aren't even on here 🤣 but I'll post links.

1. Probably obvious, but I really love Inside The Black 🖤 I put a lot of emotion into it. So happy to see a lot of people enjoyed it. 😁 (Stranger Things fandom. Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader)

2. Heartstrings ♡ I mean, I really just dove into my favorite things. Hands, guitarists, worship and submission, MMMF! 💞 Definitely one of my faves. (Stranger Things fandom. Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader)

3. Kiss, Marry, Kill ♡ It warmed my heart, and honestly I love any chance to write Billy fluff. And this was the fluffiest fluff I have ever floofed. (Stranger Things fandom. Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader)

4. Now this where I get into the stuff on other platforms. (Ao3) Behind Bars ♡ This is a short one I wrote about Joker. A mixture of Heath Ledger's Joker and some tattoo inspiration from Jared's Joker (purely because I just...like tattoos). (Joker, Batverse/Gotham, DC fandom. Joker x (fem)Reader)

5. Probably a fic that people have seen the LEAST. The fandoms involved are pretty old, so it doesn't really get seen 😅 but I love it nonetheless, and continue to write it. (Yes, it's an ongoing series).(Ao3) The Moscow Strangers ♡ so it's a mix up of Slash from Guns N' Roses, Michael Jackson, other famous musicians from the 80s/early 90s. And it is DARK. Pretty much an innocent young woman (original character) that gets herself roped up into the rockstar life and bites off more than she can chew.

But yup, that's my top 5 out of the fics that I've written so far. Might change down the line. ♡

#fanfiction #ao3 writer #ask

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starfirette · 2 years

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Why he broke up with you

Rob Pattinson character dump

✨ Cedric Diggory, Neil, Edward Cullen, and Bruce Wayne

✨this is just filler. I have a spicy mcu! May Parker fic coming up (gender neutral reader!) but I'm writing this at Harris teeter lmao. I've gotten some GOOD ASS requests and I'm so excited to write them all! For now, here is this Rob Pattinson character thing

✨masterlist | requests are open for fics and for ships, but only for one more day!!! Send any in if you have them! My rules and fandoms list are here

Cedric broke up with you because his father. His father didn't like you because your father and paternal side of the family were death eaters. Your mother managed to get away with you and any of your siblings.

If you're a Slytherin then that makes it a little bit worse. Amos is truly a good man. It's not so much that he doesn't like you as much as it's the fact your father was a death eater. Your father was an active death eater.

Cedric always loved you, even after the break up he remained close to you. He insisted yoh tei could be friends. You were the one taken into the lake. "I'm just his friend," you told the headmaster meekly as you agreed to be apart of the task.

Dumbledore's just sent you a little look over his crescent glasses. He didn't press the matter but hell, even he knew that you and Cedric would never be "just friends."

Cedric took you to the Yule ball as a friend. He stole kisses from you, but as a friend. Before he went into the final task of the tournament he swore to you he'd win you back. He'd make it all up to you. He didn't care what his father thought. "Just wait here. Watch me win. I'm not doing this for anyone else but you."

After Cedric dies, Amos takes it out on you.

Cedric's mother keeps in touch with you, on the down low. She sends you some of his things. A few of his sweaters and one of his house ties.

If you're a Hufflepuff (hufflepuff pride runs in my blood) then you wear his tie every day with your uniform. If you're another house, you wear his tie like an accessory, or you cuddle with it at night.

It hurts to know that when Cedric died, he wasn't your boyfriend.

Especially when you're older. As an adult, meeting for lunch with Cedric's mom, she tells you that Cedric swore up and down he would marry you. Cedric never paid mind to his father's quarrels with you. It was always Cedric's intention to go back after you, despite breaking up.

Neil

"What's happened's happened."

That's generally the philosophy Neil goes by.

But you were the one person he was willing to break all the rules for.

You were dead. You died, pregnant with his child, all because of your relationship with Neil.

Neil, who typically was so logical and strict, defied everything he stood for and he went back to make a different choice. Not even Protague could stop him.

It was hard work. And it didn't pay off. Fixing that one mistake didn't save your life. What he thought was over happened again, and you died, and your child died.

So he did it again.

And he did it four more times after that.

And finally he realized there was one more option; the last resort.

He stopped himself from ever pursuing you.

Your relationship was done. It had never happened. You were just some person apart of Tenent. Only Protague knew about why could have been; what had been. It pained Neil to watch you work without even realizing he had been the love of your life.

You talked to him and regarded him as strange because he always looked at you with weird grief.

It hurts to watch you live your life. You were ever ignorant of the very person you had to work side by side with.

^ @robpattinsongifs

Edward Cullen

Jasper almost killed your mother.

A close call. Very close.

You and Edward sat down that night as Carlisle tended to her wounds. You asked Edward how to proceed from there. How could you keep the Volturi away from your dear mother? Now two humans knew the secrets of Forks, and the Volturi wouldn't take kindly to that.

"What can we do?" You pressed as you squeezed Edward's hand. "Maybe there's a vampire that can actually use that kind control. That compulsion. It's a myth for a reason, right? Some vampire can likely just make her forget it ever happened?"

Edward told you he would take care of it.

And of course that meant he was leaving town. Leaving the entire country.

Saying goodbye to you was hard, because you knew what he was doing. You didn't belive any of the "I don't love you anymore" bullshit Edward tried to pull.

But you ultimately couldn't stop him from leaving town. It hurts to know that, in spite of the disasterous split, Edward still loves you too.

Bruce Wayne

A continuation...

As his career as Batman progresses, he fades away. His entire life has been consumed by the devil; his other half had once been you. Now it's the Bat.

He will always love you. You will always be the one for him. But he's no longer living a regular life. Bruce Wayne isn't even his real self; the millionaire ceo is the real facade.

Batman doesn't make for a good lover. He can't love you right. He's afraid that he'll drag you down with him.

Similar to Edward, he says things to hurt you in an effort to really get the job done. And you belive them.

"I'll never marry you. I'll never want to marry you. I don't want a life with you. I don't want to have your children. I just want to be alone for once."

It hurts to watch the heartbreak in your eyes. Your spirit was snuffed out like a candlelight and you went numb. You quietly left his life; and he was, from then in, truly alone.

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dilfwaynes · 3 years

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☔︎.angst, ☾.dark, ♞.smut, ✿.fluff, ☕︎. slowburn, ✎. ongoing series, ✑. series complated.

DC COMICS M.LIST. dc headcanons

talia al ghul

jealousy ☾♞

beloved ♞ ✿

bruce wayne

baseball game ♞

jason todd

wayne firsts ✿

harley quinn

guns n’ jealousy ♞

selina kyle

new gotham ☾♞

MARVEL M.LIST. marvel headcanons

natasha romanoff

brooklyn native ♞ ☕︎ ☔︎

durante la notte

i. blooming with romanoff ✎ ☕︎

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hornyforfictionalpeople · 3 years

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have i been a teeny weeny bit procrastinating/not knowing how the fuck to write a loss of virginity fic, scratch all my progress and somehow type like half of it out within a matter of hours? maybe 🤩

edit: another reason may or may not be because i an thirsting over batman 🧍🏻‍♀️

#george weasley fanfiction #george weasley x reader #george weasley smut #george weasley #weasley twins #george weasley x you #batman #batverse #bruce wayne

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pretty-in-roses · 4 years

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New fic teaser...

#bts #fanfic #bangtan fanfic #jung hoseok #hobi #jhope x reader #alternative universe #batverse #batman #dceu x reader #DC #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #rm #suga #min Yoongi #park jimin

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writercole · 3 years

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One-Shots

*All readers are AFAB unless otherwise noted.

Targeted - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader (non-romantic)

Paying the Price - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader x Danneel Ackles

An Unexpected Matchmaker - Vet!Jensen Ackles

The First Customer - Nurse!Alex Calvert

Soul Food - Dean x Benny

It’s A Trap - Bela Talbot x Arthur Ketch (working)

Girl’s Night In - Jody x Donna (platonic)

Take A Bow - Dean x GN!Reader (heavy angst)

Not Again - Dean x Unnamed Female ; Sam Voyeur

Work Perks - Dean x Sam x Charlie x F!Reader

Comfort Me - Danneel x Reader

Captive - Dean Winchester x Reader - Superhero AU

Le Feu Follet - Dean x Reader

Born on the Bayou - Benny x Reader

Transitions - Transgender Sam

Sunshine & Rainbows - Dark Kaia

Unscripted - Dean Winchester x Reader

Whoops - Donna Hanscum

Orphaned - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester

My Brother’s Keeper - Sam Winchester, Rowena, MoC!Dean (Mentioned)

It’s You - Sam Winchester x Reader

Token of Thanks - Cas x Reader

Why Am I A Girl - Sam x Reader

Enchanted - Dean x Reader

Brother Knows Best - Sam x Sister!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader

What A Girl Wants - Dean x Reader

Never Too Late - Dean, Cas, Ruby, Jack, Reader

Yes, Mistress - Sub!Dean

Lazy Day - Dean x Reader

Just My Imagination - Sam Winchester x Reader

Take Two - Sam x Reader (platonic), Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess

Visions - Sam, Dean

Again and Again - Demon Dean

Just Feels Right - Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

My Reason - Dean Winchester x OC Brandy

Fast Cars & Freedom - Dean Winchester

Sunshine & Whiskey Kisses - Sam Winchester

Helping Paws - Dean Winchester feat. Archer the Husky

Traditions - Team Free Will

Our First Real Christmas - Sam & Dean Winchester

I Get Off - Stalker!Dean x Reader

She’s Gone - Dean Winchester x Reader

On Bended Knee - Dean Winchester x Reader

Sunrise, WY - The Winchester Gang

Light Me Up - Dean Winchester x Reader

Fated Mistakes - Alpha!Dean Winchester

Five Minutes More - Gamer!Dean Winchester

Bake My Breath Away - Baker!Sam Winchester

Steely-Eyed Missile Man - Bucky x Natasha (best friends)

The Howling Wolf - Bucky x Reader

Hiccups - Bucky x Sam x Reader

Somethin’ Stupid - Bucky Barnes

Dinner with the Parents - Frank Castle

Playdate - Frank Castle

Stardust - Clint Barton

The Devil Don’t Sleep - Soft!Dark Priest!Matt Murdock

Slow Hand - Matt Murdock

Come Away With Me - Priest!Matt Murdock

Hum - Matt Murdock

Challenge Accepted - Tony Stark

In Vino Veritas - Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

You Knew - John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Call 911 - Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy

Crashing Down - Opie Winston x Reader

Picking Up The Pieces - Opie Winston x Reader

Just The Way You Are - Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x Reader

Holding Out Hope - Bodyguard!Opie Winston

Bad Girl - Chibs Telford x Reader

Blood & Ash - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Just Desserts - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Satin & Lace - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

The Kingslayer and the Milkmaid - Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Priority Request - Poe Dameron x GN Reader

The Girl Next Door - Bones McCoy

Just a Memory - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Whispered Promises - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Look What You Made Me Do - Rhett Abbott

My Bloody Fright Trail - Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

My Way or the Highway - Boaz Priestley (Ten Inch Hero)

#cole writes #one shots #masterlist

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toulousewayne · 5 months

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Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 17-21

Tim:

Timothy Jackson Drake, was a little menace. Y/n knew that from the Time she found him on her doorstep. Tim was the first person Y/n felt like she had to really be careful of her actions in front of. Not because Tim would copy her but because she felt like she was supposed to set an example something she never had to do.

Tim becoming Robin was a bit of a blur for her, she just remembers them patrolling a lot and Tim asking her a lot questions in the beginning.

Tim didn’t live at the manor right away in fact it was a bit into his career before he fully moved in after his parents respected passings.

Tim felt guilty for not saving his father and Y/n spend a lot of time with him to help resolve this feelings because it wasn’t Tim’s fault.

Tim was the little brother she always wanted, he steal her eyeliner and she storm into his room and pick with him while Kon,Bart and Cassie would come over. They loved Tim’s cool older sister and she liked them.

Tim had trouble with words, especially with his feelings. It was no surprise to anyone that Tim walked into his sister’s room on a random Thrusday Night with blush on his face.

“What is it Little Bird?” She inquired while still having her face shoved in a Physics textbook.

Scratching the back of his neck and breathed out a strangled sign,” How do you know when you like someone?”

Y/n turned her gaze to him,”Like or Like Like?”

“Like like.”

“Boy or Girl?”

His blush grew even darker,”Well uhh..”

“Doesn’t matter to me, but just be your normal dorky self. Just don’t word vomit. You tend to do that Little Bird.”

Tim came out to his older sister first years later because she made Tim feel seen but not like it wasn’t a big deal.

Tim and Y/n formed a a very fun bond, it even rivaled his bond with Dick which made the older man a little jealous but it made him become more active with his younger brother which was something Y/n wanted him to do.

Patrol with Batgirl, Robin and Nightwing were the most comical nights Gotham had seen. You had a detective smartass Robin, a chatty hot headed older Bird, and the sassy and mysterious Batgirl. Riddler still has nightmares.

But things began to change and soon other additions became known.

Cassandra:

Y/n had made it clear to Bruce that she wanted a sister, not that she didn’t enjoy her time with Tim and Dick and even Jason. But she wanted someone who could relate to her.

One night after patrol Y/n returned to the Clock Tower and was introduced to Cass. She didn’t talk and once Barbara told her about what happened to her it only made Y/n more protective of her.

Between her and Babs Cass began to think for herself and not like how she was programmed by her father. Barbara taught Cass more about personal and emotional development, but Y/n showed Cass how to be a teenage girl.

She took her to the mall with Tim and let her pick out clothes she felt comfortable with, she let Cass take clothes from her closet in the end because it made her feel connected to people.

Y/n was training and Cass enter the room,”Sorry didn’t realize I was taking so long, I’ll clear out if you like.”

“No,your fine.” Cass responses. Cass takes a stance in front of her. Y/n gets in stance and they too spar. Cass can quickly match Y/n’s attacks and defenses.

The two sparred for a few hours before calling it. “Not bad Sis, how about a Root Beer Float on me?”

“Okie.”

Y/n wraps her arm around Cass and the pair walk out the gym. They two Wayne Sisters scare Bruce. And most men except Alfred.

Y/n was getting ready to graduate Gotham Academy with Honors and she felt kinda sad and Cass appeared before her and engulfed her in a hug.

“She would be proud.” She knew Cass was referring to Y/n’s Mom. “Thank you Sissy.”

Everyone attended,Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Barbara, Tim, and Cass. She was so happy and Bruce threw a party at Wayne Manor for the graduation class.

Y/n took Cass from a group of kids she met at school and took her to her room.

“Cass I your aware that I’m leaving in a few weeks for college in Metropolis.” Cass nodded.

“As much fun as it would be to tag along with Uncle Clark, I just won’t have to time or really need to patrol. Which is why I talked to Babs a few days ago and I’m stepping down as Batgirl.”

Cass understood what she was saying but she also knew how hard Y/n worked to become the new Batgirl.

Y/n took a black box and handed it to Cass. “Me and Babs think your ready and I couldn’t ask for someone else to carry on the mantle.” Cass tore open the box to find her own Batgirl suit.

Tears formed in Cass’s eyes and she hugged Y/n

“I won’t let you down.”

“I know sis, your gonna rock.” Y/n smiled and hugged her back.

Stephanie:

Y/n had taken a step down from being Batgirl full time meaning for a short time Robin patrolled alone. She felt guilty but soon she learned that her little bird had a friend.

Y/n meet Stephanie when Tim and her became official, this was only a few months before she totally resigned from the mantle but she did get to work with Steph a hand full of times.

One of the last times was when ClueMaster escaped from Blackgate and threaten Stephanie’s Mom.

Spoiler spring into action and Batgirl responded to Oracle’s request to assist her. The two formed a plan of action to enter Stephanie’s Mom job and save the hostages.

“You take the left side and I’ll go right. Take the goons out swiftly and hard.”

“Rodger that Batgirl.”

The pair made quick work of the goons, and finally found ClueMaster who had Steph’s mom hostage.

Once they save her she was anything but thankful and resented her daughter for re-prisoning her father.

Batgirl called her own and made the woman feel bad but the damage was done as Stephanie told Batgirl on a rooftop later that night, she learned that she wasn’t to blame for her parents choices nor should she have to atone for her father’s sins.

“Your Steph, never let anyone tell you stop being who you are and never stop being a light for others.”

Even once Stephanie and Tim relationship became more friendly and less romantic Y/n loved the blonde just as much.

Steph would drive up on the weekends with Cass and visit her in college. They would go shopping, try new restaurants and go fun amusement parks.

Stephanie and Y/n become really good friends and if Y/n needed to talk someone who was her siblings or Dad Steph was always willing to listen.

Jason Pt 2:

When Red Hood first emerged Y/n was away in school and no one told her. She had a long weekend and came home to surprise her family. Alfred was the most surprised to find her at the door but by the look on his face it didn’t seem like she was the first surprise this week.

She soon found out about Dick’s bruised ribs and broken leg, and Tim being attacked at Titan’s tower. Even Bruce had token a beaten from his last encounter with Red Hood and Y/n was furious.

“HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL YOU GOT HURT!” She scolded her father.

“y/n, please we didn’t want to worry you, we have everything under—“

She scoffed,”Like Hell you do! Your hurt Dick is black and blue,and Tim looks like he just did three tours in World War Two.”

She bit her tongue,”Who is he Father?”

Bruce sighed,”Y/n..”

“I won’t ask twice.”

Bruce didn’t answer her but instead pressed the button on the computer that light up with the DNA test he just got the results back minutes before her arrival.

Over the course of a minute several different emotions washed over her face and it landed on stoic. She turned on her heels and left the cave with Bruce calling for her to wait.

In a hours time she stood in front of a door in an abandoned apartment complex and knocked on the door. When no once answered she kicked the door down. And in the center of the room was a man laughing with a sack on his head as he was tied and chained to a folding chair.

She marched to him and ripped off the sack and there was bloody and bruised Joker.

“Ooh hello your the beautiful Wayne Daughter that left. Welcome back cupcake.” He chuckled. The sound of the gun clicking filled the room with Joker’s blooded laughing.

“Turn around.” The deep voice ordered. Smirking to herself, “if you were gonna shot me you’d pull the trigger already big brother.”

The room is silent and before Red Hood screams in pain, when Y/n turns around his hand is bloody and a Batarang is on the ground.

“Stand down Jason, he’s not worth it.” Batman brooded.

“You never understood me Old man, I never wanted to kill innocent people. Not Harvey,not Bane just him. He took me away from you..from her. From everything.”

The two had a heated argument and fight that ended with Bruce shielding Y/n from the explosion of the building.

Y/n returned to Jason’s grave and laid flowers. Sighing to herself she stood up and turned to the tree adjacent to his grave.

“You could have found me, I would have helped you Jay. I still can.” Jason appeared in a hoodie and refused to look her in the eyes.

“You always saw the best in me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“Bullshit Todd, you can play that song all you want but it doesn’t work on me.” She snapped.

He finally met her gaze, it was the first time since prior to his death did she see his face. His blue eyes now a deep green, a white tuff of hair at the base of his hair, a scare on his left cheek, his eyes look tired as well.

“I’m not who I used to be, I’ve changed, I’ve killed and I can’t change that. They don’t see it but what I do is stop the murders, rapistst the monsters from hurting people.”

She signed,”I won’t lie and say Dad’s ways have flaws but so do yours,” she glanced at the tombstone and dusted it off.

“I remember you taking to me, you visted me all the time.” He grinned .

“And now your back.” She smiled

He didn’t meet her gaze,” it’s not gonna be happy in the Manor, maybe never again.”

“You could try to find out what you want Jay, not many get a second chance at life.”

He nodded and with that he sighed with a grin,”I make no promises, I’ll see you around sis.” And he left the graveyard and she sighed to herself knowing that it was possible but it would take sometime for them to get Jason back.

When she returned to the manor she heard shouting and screaming. She rushed into the living room where Bruce and Dick were trying to keep Tim and and a young boy from killing each other.

“That fucking Demon cut me!” Tim shrieked.

“And I’ll draw more of your pathetic blood imposter.” The boy hissed being held in a tight grip by Dick.

“I can’t leave you idiots alone for five minutes!” Y/n snapped and all the eyes turned to her.

The boy with the deep copper skin and jade eyes was the first to speak,”Is she another one of your bastards you plucked off the sidewalk.” He hissed at Bruce.

Y/n eyed the boy before she turned back to her father,”And who might he be.”

“Damian, he’s your little Brother Y/n.” A tired Bruce clarified.

“Brother!”

“SHE’S MY SISTER!”

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starfirette · 2 years

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You think you can do an imagine to that Bruce Wayne dump you posted of him breaking up with reader and telling her he doesn’t see a future with her? I want all the sad stuff you got

Living A Lie

"Just let me be alone for once. I just want to be alone."

⭐️ Bruce Wayne x Batgirl! Reader

⭐️I put my whole energy and life force into this. Like there's an actual plot to this. I really hope this is as good as I think it is! Anyways I hope this was sad enough for you!

⭐️ masterlist | Here are your warnings: fem reader, fertility clinics (?) , angst?, weird plot??, mentions of death and murder??. This is fucking weird now that I'm thinking about it

Talia Al Ghul circled the lush bed. She dragged her nails across the silk comforters. “It’s a nice place you’ve got here,” she said. Her accent was thick as she cooed the Mandarin words. “Shall we use it?”

Bruce regarded the woman with disgust. Rumbling in his veins was such a strong feeling of guilt. It made Bruce feel physically and mentally sick. His stomach felt like it was filled with the dried pits nectarines. They clattered around and their sounds were so like your voice when you cried.

Bruce watched Talia push the bed a few inches across the floor. She brushed her palms together as if ridding them of dust and she examined the floor.

“Let's see what dear old dad has been hiding from us,” Talia said, now in English, as she caught a wink of the hatch in the floorboards.

Bruce watched Talia with his hands in his pockets; they were tight fists as Talia rummaged around for the supposed chest.

The waves of Talia’s dark brown hair brushed her shoulders as she leaned forward. A cold draft waded out of the open floor.

She looked up at Bruce through her silky hair. Her jade green eyes, slim and glittering, peered up at him. “It's rude to make a woman do all the work,” she said in a crisp note of annoyance.

Bruce said nothing.

He only thought about how you could never know this was happening.

He only thought about how he promised he'd leave behind the Bat; for you.

You were desperate for the clinic to respond with good results. You were desperate to give Bruce an “heir”. A good legacy. That's what you said. But Bruce knew all you yearned for was a little bundle to gaze at for hours on end. Bruce wanted the same.

He'd promised you a life of happiness. He was doing his damn hardest to deliver; and yet somehow these things always seemed to follow him. The darkness that trailed him like the cold air from the hatch below the king size bed.

Talia grunted as she pulled the chest out. It was dusty and old; a few inches of grime was displaced as Talia ran her palm over it. She looked at her manicured fingers and frowned at the new imperfections in them. "I suppose I shouldn't have wasted the money anyways. It's no use having nice nails when you're in the family business.”

Talia glanced up at Bruce with a frown. Her thick brows creased with frustration. “I remember you at least used to humor me. Not one single smile?”

“Open the chest," Bruce mumbled.

Talia huffed. Strands of her dark hair flew off her face as she fiddled with the padlock. Nothing an Al Ghul couldn't take care of, Bruce thought as Talia disarmed the lock with ease.

Talia frowned when she came upon the supposed treasures within.

“A diary?”

Bruce looked at the leather notebook Talia toyed in her slender, though calloused and scarred, hands. The book was worn; the spine was a concave slope and Bruce could imagine that it was due to the book being peeled open several times.

“A log,” Bruce concluded.

Talia brushed through the pages and confirmed with a little sound of approval. “His test subjects,” Talia explained as she underhand tossed the book towards Bruce who caught it in his left hand. He held it up and his eyes flickered through the words.

Names of subjects. Names of victims. Lists of pre-existing conditions and side effects…

“Check this out,” Talia said as she scratched the underside of the chest with a nail. “‘Barbatos,’” she quoted the engravings. Talia turned the chest to Bruce so that he could see it; the term was scratched into the wood over and over.

Bruce flickered from the tattered storage chest to the notebook.

A few words stuck out like a sore thumb.

“The Tribe of Judas,” Bruce muttered.

Talia stood to her feet. Her long legs carried her to Bruce’s side, her slit dress draping across her thighs as she snatched the book out of Bruce’s hand.

Her eyes flitted over and over every word. “This is an obituary,” Talia said, her voice hard, as she turned through the pages. “People he killed and tortured, all for the sake of bringing them back.”

Bruce’s heart constricted at the words. Bringing them back.

His mind flashes to another time; the radium green pools bubbling as Bruce stumbled towards them, his blood and flesh pouring out of him.

That place; that time; the Lazarus pit had brought Bruce back from what Y/n swore up and down was death.

Seeing you dead, Y/n said once before, made me regret everything. All that I didn't say came rushing out. And then you were suddenly alive again. When you opened your eyes and looked at me, breathing…I knew that I wanted to give up being the Bat man and girl. I knew that our team had to end. If it doesn't, we'll just die over and over. And I don't think we'll ever get another second chance.

You'd given up being the Bat girl. Bruce tried giving up his counterpart.

“Bruce,” Talia said in a worried tone. “All of these people are still dead. They all went mad. Their wits drove them to destruction. Nightmares and convulsions as they slept. Outbursts of violence and anxiety.”

As Talia quoted the symptoms of resurrection, Bruce thought of his own life the last months. The nightmares. The giant bat that haunted his dreams, the constant fear and struggle to make it through the day. Even something as little as Alfred making a mistake could send Bruce into a frenzy. He thought if the times he'd yelled at you without real reason; the times he'd raised his fist at Alfred who stared back with solemn fear. Not the fear of getting hit but the fear of Bruce hitting him.

“Have you been…?” Talia used a finger to gesture to her brain, insinuating that Bruce could be going crazy.

“I've had nightmares,” Bruce said carefully. “Of a bat…”

Talia pressed her hands together as she paced the length of the bed. “A bat. Barbatos. The Lazarus trials. It was all a set up.”

“What do you mean?” Bruce demanded, but he already knew what she meant; he just didn't want to admit it.

“The League will stop at nothing to fulfill their obligations,” Talia said in a grim lull. “They'll always see the corruption and decay of your precious city. They couldn't destroy it because you were protecting it. Batman was protecting it. Your death was planned. They wanted the Lazarus pit to bring you back. These other people went through hell just so the League could take down Gotham the only way that they could. They can't get past Batman. So they're going to use Batman.”

A sharp dawning if realization settled into Bruce; the violence and the irritability. He hadn't been sure what to chalk it up to. To the trauma, maybe? But now it made sense.

No sane version of Bruce would raise a hand at Alfred; no sane version of Bruce would be so cruel to you.

Flashes of radium green and violent red swirled in his vision as he stumbled to the bed.

Bruce clutched his chest, gripping a fistful of his dress shirt. His heart was pounding in his chest, the sensation becoming painful. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Talia became uncharacteristically serious as she knelt beside him. “You need to stay calm,” Talia said in a grim, straight voice.

Bruce often forgot Talia’s upbringing. Perhaps she wasn't always the obnoxious fashion snob he often regarded her as.

“It's going to get worse.”

Talia’s voice was flat. She knew what bad news she was delivering.

This is the entire reason she had come all this way; she sought Bruce out and managed to pull him from the mini retirement that he so wished could be permanent.

Talia had come to him asking for help against a strange outbreak of mania and violence. Children killing animals, mothers killing sons; men killing their comrades. The outbreak of such insane violence was enough to capture Bruce’s attention. Especially when Talia informed him the League of Shadows might have something to do with it. The Tribe of Judas, the ancient cult that worshiped the demon lord Barbatos whose form among mortals was the giant fanged bat.

If this cult was in on the League's intent to rid the world of "corruption" then there was no doubt that this wouldn't end easily.

Bruce knew it was going to get worse for him.

Bruce cringed at the idea of being near you. You, who struggled so hard to find peace and tranquility. You'd fought your entire life. You'd spent years at Bruce’s side as his double, being a member of the intimate team Bruce had put together for himself. All you wanted was a child. A life. You'd yearned for it and now you were downstairs, chatting up the fertility doctor that had been invited to this gala in the first place.

Bruce’s heart twinged with pain; he used the doctor's attendance as a ruse. He lied to you to get you here. This gala was always intended to be the meet up point for him and Talia. And if Y/n knew that-

“Someone's coming,” Talia said quietly. She pushed the trunk shut. It thumped loudly into the hatch of the floor as Talia moved in a flash to hide the evidence of their snooping, hiking her leg up so her slit dress fell down her thigh. Her designer ballet flats smacked the floor as she reached for the thigh guard just hidden beneath the silk of her skirt as the door handle shifted.

Before Bruce could lurch to his feet and stop it, you had entered.

The reaction on your face was like a punch in the gut.

Your eyes immediately turned to Talia. Her brown, muscular thigh exposed as she knelt in front of a disheveled Bruce, who had his collar and top buttons popped open to free his breathing.

You shut the door behind you and you didn't speak a word.

“I was looking for you,” you said in a tone that Bruce couldn't decipher. “I'm Y/n,” you then said to Talia. You were uncomfortably calm.

“What are you two doing in here?”

Bruce could sense the impending storm as he watched all your emotions finally flood to the surface of your [hue] eyes.

“Doctor Koerner said that we could have a free consultation at his clinic on Monday. I just…I wanted you to talk to him.”

Your lower lip quivered as Talia rose to her feet. She smoothed the silken gown. Talia, clearing her throat, said, “I'll be in the hall, Bruce.”

Talia swiftly exited the room, closing the door behind her and leaning against the wall to wait as promised.

Meanwhile, you stood and stared.

You looked down at your own dress. Knee length, black, flared and formal; vintage styled. The modest sparkling bolero shrug matched it nicely. You even wore new shoes.

But compared to that woman, you weren't…

You weren't dressed so sexily.

“Am I not good enough anymore?” You asked him.

Bruce felt his entire world collapsing.

All he wanted was to rush to your side, collapse to him your feet and beg you to understand the real situation.

But you had been clear--you were done with the Bat. You no longer wanted to live a life of violence, of late work nights, sleeping all day in the darkness. It had been enough at one point. But you weren't 23 years of age anymore. You were ready to move on.

“I know we've had our issues lately,” you added as you painfully wrung your wrist like a dish rag. “I just thought we were getting through it.”

Your voice cracked.

Bruce knew the route he'd have to take.

Sora Village was at risk. An entire community was already suffering; and the Lazarus mania was spreading rapidly through the black market peddlers. The followers of Judas had their hands in every cookie jar possible. Every gang and mafia could be traced back to the Judas clan; and, in consequence, the League of Shadows.

Bruce estimated it would be a matter of weeks until these violent outbreaks became widespread.

Even in his own body was there a manic pilot light that wanted to wreak havoc.

He thought of the night he had taken you roughly. How you cried out and how you were bruised the next morning. It was different. It was making him different.

“I don't think we can get over them,” Bruce said in a quiet voice.

And there it was. The choice Bruce had made against his heart. This was his brain in control. He couldn't listen to emotion. He had to take care of this. He had to. Not Bruce.

Him.

“I don't foresee any of this being resolved.”

Bruce made his voice bitter as he waved a wide arm to the room around them.

“You're drunk,” you assumed. “Let's go home.”

“I'm not drunk,” Bruce said calmly. “I'm so painfully sober. This needs to end.”

You flinched-physically flinched and staggered back, stumbling on the height of your two inch heels. “We can't,” you whispered. “ We're married. We're trying to have a baby.”

“Not anymore,” Bruce said.

Tears spilled down your face as you hugged yourself, trying to find some sort of comfort. “I can change,” you told him. “I'll stop trying so hard. We can go back out into the Night, we can do it all again. I'll even call Lucius. I'll tell Doctor Koerner to postpone the consultation. We'll just take it slowly. One day at a time, together. Just like you told me.”

Bruce considered his options. He could change his mind and he could take it all back. He could tell the truth…

He could invite you with him.

But that's not what you wanted. You made it clear; Batgirl was gone.

So Bruce mustered all his strength to tell you the one thing that would keep you away.

“Don't you understand?” Bruce snapped. “It's never going to work. We're living a lie. You and I will never be able to be that couple. I cannot be the man you want to be with.”

“But you are the man I want to be with,” you gasped as you approached him, trying to embrace him. “Please don't do this. I've lost everyone. I don't want to lose you, too.”

Bruce let you come closer. He let you put your hands on his broad chest. “We can make this work,” you said quietly.

Bruce touched your hands with his own, cupping them close as if he could trap them there; keep you close forever.

He pushed them away. “This will never work. When I think about where I want to be one year from now…you're not there. Let's stop living a lie. Just let me be alone for once. I just want to be alone.”

Bruce sidestepped past you, buttoning up the rest of his shirt.

You covered your mouth with a palm as Bruce adjusted his collar. “You can keep the house,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to make it neat. “I'll just get another one.”

And then Bruce walked away from you.

Talia was out side and she leapt back when Bruce swung the door open. “Harsh,” Talia said apologetically as she and Bruce departed down the hallway. “Why not bring her with us if you're so in love with her?”

“It's not the life she wants,” Bruce said.

She wants something I just can't give her.

Your red lipstick smeared across your face as you cried into your hands.

Looking in the mirror you couldn't help but laugh at the irony. Even though life was low, even though you were at rock bottom, your red lipstick looked like a clownish smile.

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taking requests !!

hi !! i finally got some time to start this account and i wanna dish out some content aasp so send in your requests !!

i’ll be taking requests for live actionmovies/tv shows, as well as animated movies/ tv shows, comics also just make sure to state which comic and the time line wanted in your request as i wont be listing all the comics ive read or animated stuff i have watched.

the tv shows / movies i’ll be writing for !!

- justice league

- gotham

- arrow

- suicide squard

- xmen

- the avengers

characters i write for !!

- dc comics: (comics) bruce wayne, helena bertinelli, jason todd, tim drake, dick grayson, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, selina kyle,barbara gordon, harley quinn, zatanna zatara, talia al ghul, nyssa al ghul, pamela Isley, tatsu yamashiro, diana prince, clark kent, barry allen, oliver queen, arthur curry, kara zor-el, starfire, raven, beast boy, blackfire, kon-el, roy harper, chien na wei, silver st. cloud. laurel lance, jason blood

- gotham: sofia falcone, barbara keen, victor zsasz, leslie thompkins

- justice league: pretty much everyone lol

- arrow: oliver queen, laurel lance, sara lance, shado, chien na wei, isabel rochev, tatsu yamashiro, dinah drake, thea queen

-mcu: wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, thor, sharon carter

- suicide squard: harley & katanna

- xmen: ororo munroe, jean gray, logan howlett, raven darkholme

- margot robbie and basically all characters of hers

ill take headcanons, reactions, imagines nsfw or sfw, and includes. for female characters it’ll be gxg and bxg for male characters !! bottom/power bottom!reader only!

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star's masterlist

under renovation

“𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭.” – 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

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Personal favorite ~ pink not yet available ~ red 18+ ~ ❤️ Angsty ~ 🌧 Fluffy ~ 🌸 Long Fic ~ 🖌

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! Most "reader"s are female or have she/her pronouns unless specified otherwise. My male reader fics and GN fics are additionally tagged as such!

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MARVEL

Darling Dearest, Come Closer: Matt Murdock x Reader | A short Matt blurb, there is zero plot 🌸

Spider-Man & His Amazing Friend!: MCU!Peter Parker x Firestar! Reader | Y/n is the lost daughter of former X-Men member, Angelica Jones. Setting out to find her biological mother, and some more information about her own powers, Y/n comes across Peter Parker. 🌸🌧

Persistent Nightmares: Loki Laufeyson x Reader | Loki comforts Y/n who suffers from nightmares. 🌸

Marks, from one lover to another: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spectre 🌧❤️

Pretty Little Dreams: Steven Grant x Reader ( x Marc Spectre & Jake Lockley) ❤️

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Tales Of Bacchenthia

Volume One: Bacchenthia Volume Two: Diadēma Volume Three: Thyrsus Volume Four: Finale

Diana Prince NSFW Alphabet ❤️

Harley Quinn NSFW Alphabet ❤️

Dinah Lance NSFW Alphabet ❤️

Living A Lie: (Batverse) Bruce Wayne x Reader 🌧

Working up the courage to ask out Barbara: Oracle! Barbara Gordon x Gender Neutral! Reader | Requested 🌸

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Every Which Way | ON HIATUS

While on a bounty mission, Din Djarren saves a servant girl from a palace filled with cruelty | 18+ | ❤️🌸🌧🖌| Chapter One: The Way Off Aniri - Chapter Two: The Way To Nevarro - Chapter Three: The Way To Safety - Chapter Four: The Way To Freedom- Chapter Five: The Way Towards Family Chapter Six: The Way To Voyage | Chapter Seven: The Wayward Souls | Chapter Eight: The Way Towards Redemption | Chapter Nine: The Way We Mourn | The Way Back Home

when you're sad | Skywalkers imagine, Anakin, Leia, and Luke 🌸

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SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES

Jem Carstairs NSFW Alphabet ❤️🌸

Will Herondale NSFW Alphabet ❤️🌸

Jace Herondale NSFW Alphabet ❤️🌸

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Your Shadowhunter Boyfriend 🌸

Your Shadowhunter Girlfriend 🌸

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A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

your acotar boyfriend 🌸

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Snowball: Steve Harrington x Reader | Steve has offered to drive your baby brother to the snowball dance 🌸

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TWIN PEAKS

Dating Audrey Horne | headcanons 🌸❤️

"Nothing. Nothing at all" | Shelly Johnson x Male! Reader 🌧

The Freak In Your House | Laura Palmer x Gender Neutral! Reader 🌧

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BLACKPINK

Forever Young | ON HIATUS

A dystopia world where companies hire someone to take care of an idol's physical needs. A poly!Blackpink x Reader AU. ❤️🌸Chapter One: Lisa | Chapter Two: Chaeyoung | Chapter Three: Jisoo | Chapter Four: Jennie | Chapter Five: Five's Company | Chapter Six: Finale

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YUURI!!! ON ICE

Dating: Seung~Gil Lee x Reader | Dating Seung~Gil headcanons🌸

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

Spike NSFW Alphabet ❤️🌸

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AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER + LEGEND OF KORRA

Rebirth | Azula x Male! Earthbender! Reader | requested | 🌸

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SHINGEKI NO KYOUJIN

Alstroemeria | ON HIATUS

Levi Ackerman x Reader | You joined the Survey Corps to do right by everyone you’d lost in the Shingashina Breach. But with new friendship comes secrets, with romance comes lies, and with freedom comes danger. | View series m.list for chapters. | ❤️🌧🖌

special shoutout to @fan-g0rl for helping me name this once nameless series!

Levi Ackerman NSFW alphabet ❤️

Needy: A needy Mikasa x Male! Reader | requested ❤️

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Harem: Historia Reiss x Male! Reader | ❤️

New Start

Attack On Titan series featuring a romance between Armin’s mom and Levi Ackerman

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Celebrity Corner

Dori Sakurada: The Doris™️

Kissing preferences: Dori Sakurada characters | Hiroto Fukami, Daichi Shinozaki, Mugi Awaya, and Dori Sakurada himself 🌸

NSFW Dialogue Prompts: Dori Sakurada Characters | Hiroto Fukami, Daichi Shinozaki, Mugi Awaya, Niragi Suguru, and Dori Sakurada ❤️

Wall Sex vs Doggy Style: Dori Sakurada Characters | Hiroto Fukami, Daichi Shinozaki, Mugi Awaya, Niragi Suguru, and Dori Sakurada ❤️

Affection: Dori Sakurada Characters | Hiroto Fukami, Daichi Shinozaki, Mugi Awaya, Niragi Suguru, and Dori Sakurada 🌸

Jealousy: Dori Sakurada Characters | Daichi Shinozaki, Mugi Awaya, Niragi Suguru, Hiroto Fukami, and Dori Sakurada 🌸🌧

Crimson Moon: Hiroto Fukami x Reader | 18+ | Hiro with a sensei kink | requested ❤️

NSFW Dialogue Prompts: Hiroto Fukami x Reader | 18+ | requested ❤️🌸

Proof: Daichi Shinozaki x Reader | 18+ | Daichi smut | requested ❤️🌧

Couple's Retreat: Daichi Shinozaki x Reader | 18+ | Requested Daichi smut ❤️

Dori Sakurada fluff alphabet

Dori Sakurada NSFW alphabet

Rob Pattinson + his characters™️

why you're angry at him: including Cedric Diggory, Neil, Edward Cullen, and Bruce Wayne 🌧

how they kiss you: Cedric Diggory, Neil, Edward Cullen, Bruce Wayne 🌸

why he broke up with you: Cedric Diggory, Neil, Edward Cullen, Bruce Wayne 🌧

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