#dceu oneshot

[xoxo-mylove]

Missing Something You've Never Had

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!Reader x Batboys)

*NOT EDITED*

Word count: 5,162

Synopsis: You walk in to your home to find your family looking a t you like a stranger. Your family’s counterparts discover the life they could have had and you severely miss your version of the batboys.

Warnings: Angst, LOTS and lots of angst, self-hate, Bruce Wayne’s destructive thoughts, parental issues, mommy issues and hell daddy issues too, very sad in general, I’m sorry in advance, fluff toward the end

(*A/N: I lied in my last post lol I definitely was not writing but I finished this very sad batmom one-shot that I hope will make up for it before going into this new year! I won’t guarantee another one-shot soon but I will promise you it will be an Al Ghul!Reader! So be on the lookout!! Anyway, keep in mind this Bruce is very much canon Bruce Wayne who is allergic to affection. I hope you enjoy lovelies)

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Coming back from work and seeing your family look at you like you were an alien was definitely...shocking. And yet right there they were. 

After not seeing your family in the kitchen once you arrived home. you immediately went down to the Batcave.

Walking down the steps and approaching your husband with a smile you didn’t even hear Barry’s shout  ‘Wait Y/N!’ before you embraced your love and felt him stiffen under your touch.

It seems that your action ensued silence over the room and you slowly let Bruce go and looked around the room to see your boys looking at you with obvious shock underneath their cowls and masks.

 Damian looks at you with an expression you haven’t been faced with since when he first arrived at the manor. Your baby boy looking at you with suspicion and contempt was staggering. This was the first crack that formed in your heart.

Then there was Tim. Your Tim, looking at you with a guarded appearance and eyes screaming caution. Like you weren’t supposed to be there. Your boy who would immediately come to you after his night out and seek a hug. Now it was like he was looking through you, creating yet another crack in your heart.

Next was Jason whose face added to your heartbreak when he merely glanced at you. Not even sparing you an extra look as if you weren’t someone on his radar. Your Jay-bird looking at you with such indifference and lack of love.

And your first son. Your oldest looking at you with no love but concern. Not concerned for you but for his brothers. As if your mere presence was disrupting something. As if there is no reason you should be there.

No reason.

You glance back at Bruce to see him looking at you with that stare. The guarded batman stare. Now you feel dizzy. Quickly glancing towards Barry not wanting to see your Bruce looking at you like that, you face Barry with widened eyes and a flushed face. 

Barry looking at you with genuine sympathy says the words that confirmed all your worst fears. “This isn't your family Y/N. They’re from a different universe” 

God, you're going to be sick.

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After seeing your shocked face and the uncomfortable, suffocating silence in the room Barry took you back inside the manor to explain to you and Alfred what happened. Leaving your fa- leaving them in the cave.

Apparently, Barry had a run-in with reverse Flash and somehow your family was sucked into a wormhole transporting them into another universe while taking a version of your family in that universe here. in your universe..... It was all very confusing and devastating to hear and you shed a few tears.

You had to have asked Barry a dozen questions about this other universe about where they could be, how this happened, and most importantly, how you were going to get them back. Barry told you that he and the league are figuring it out and will find them and you believe him.

So here you are sitting at dinner with a different version of your family in silence. It actually makes you want to cry.

Right now the boys would be telling you and Bruce about their day and catching you both up on their lives. Instead, they’re looking down at their plates while awkwardly glancing at you and hurriedly glancing away once you make eye contact with them. 

It’s horrible.

And don't even get started on Bruce, that man has made a point to not even glance at you the entire duration of dinner. Just sitting there with a blank face and clearing his throat every few minutes.

It’s horrible.

Having enough of the silence (felt like knives in your back not being able to talk to your family) you clear your throat and immediately all their eyes shoot towards you.

Flushing from the attention your smile hesitantly chooses to try and talk to them instead of silence. They are still your family. They’re still your boys and husband. You’re just not their person right now. And until you can see your family again (you will see them again) you still care for these people and will do anything to make sure they are comfortable in their home.

“I- I know this is- well this situation we are in is very.... umm well it’s very”

“Weird” Dick blurts out before he can stop himself, earning a look from Bruce whose attention has been solely on you since you opened your mouth.

“Yes, Hon- I mean yes, Dick It’s very weird. But this is--- no matter what universe you all are from it’s still your home. And I don’t want you guys to be uncomfortable in your own home so if you have any questions just.... well just ask.”

the silence stretches out between you all before you hear a voice from your left.

“What exactly are you to us- I mean what are you to them?” Tim asks.

The question itself was easy to answer before but now in front of the boys who you know have got through horrible and traumatic things just the same as yours. You don’t know how they will react especially Bruce, Mr. Idontdesrvelove. (Though he’s gotten so much better with you and the kids)

“Well, I'm your guy’s mom.”

Silence. Deafening silence and then Alfred thankfully arrives, saving you from the conversation you know you’ll have to have at some point. But not today. Not when it’s so fresh. 

“Miss Y/N, you do have an early day tomorrow so I think it’s all time we retire to bed. I'm sure you all are especially tired from your night.” Alfred says with a sympathetic tone you are so grateful for.

“Of course” You stand up from your chair drawing attention to you once again.

You face your......you face the boys and smile softly and bid them goodnight. Hoping that when you wake up that this is all a bad dream and Bruce will be snoring in the bed and you hear your kid's voices outside the door.

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Bruce’s POV

This is all very uncomfortable. Bruce has a wife whom he’s never met in his life and who is the mother to his children.

Bruce watches you walk up the stairs to a bed that they share or he shares with you. The other him.

Ever since you hugged him in the Batcave and looked at him with eyes so tender and full of love Bruce couldn't help but feel a small amount of jealousy of....the other him. He has it all. He has children and a wife. Who loves him. He must not be as fucked up as he is. Your Bruce probably still has his parents or didn't witness their murder and has healthy coping issues. Yeah, he's envious of this other him.

Bruce looks to his kids to see them also confused staring at you. Is this what your kids have as a mother? Someone to go to for that soft and soothing guidance. How he remembers his mother was to him. He’s not just envious of the other Bruce but envious for his children. His rampant thoughts are stopped when Alfred- your Alfred speaks again. 

“master...Master Bruce, I've set you up in the spare room by master Jason’s. It is ready for you to retire in whenever you see fit. Boys your rooms are... well they  are ready for you but if this manor is different ill be happy to show you the way.”

“Don't worry Alfred this manor is the same as ours” Jason speaks up for the first time since arriving.

“Very well boys if you need me I'll be in the kitchen preparing tea for Miss Y/N” Alfred takes his leave and the boys instantly start up their conversations.

“This is freaky..” Tim says while glancing at his Bruce and brothers.

“Yeah. We have a...mother in this universe” Dick hesitantly says, like saying the word ‘mother’ is all but confusing to him.

“yeah, I probably don’t get snuffed by Joker in this one” Jason offers sarcastically. Bruce closes his eyes at this and leans back in his chair. He saw Jason’s Robin costume. Identical to the one in their Batcave. Maybe this universe isn’t as good as he thought if your Bruce still couldn’t save Jason from his fate.

Damian ever the blunt kid speaks Bruce's thoughts, “Tch, I don't think so Todd. I saw your infamous Robin costume. Identical to the one in our universe” He says snidely. 

“Yeah, me too evil spawn. It’s called a joke.” Jason responds while rolling his eyes.

“Boys. Enough” Bruce says with a firm tone that stops all conversation.

“Let’s go to the sitting room we have a lot to discuss.” Bruce stands up and leaves the kitchen hearing the sound of footsteps and disgruntled murmurs trailing after him.

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Bruces POV

The boys and he have been talking about how to get back to their universe for a while. Bruce has made it a point to not bring up you in the conversation. Silence just ensues and awkward answers when you are brought up.

Talking with Dick about using the Batcave to contact this universes League and help get home he sees Damian get up off the chair and stride to a cabinet filled with...CDs? Damian grabs four of them and hesitantly grabs another looking at it for a second before putting it underneath the other four and walking back to the couch.

“I found CDs that have our names on them.” He announces effectively stopping all conversation and capturing all of our attention.

The silence stretches out before Dick speaks up, “Should we watch them.” When everyone is still silent he hurriedly explains himself “Well, I just mean are you curious about how the other versions of us live. Especially with Y/N”

It's silent again until suddenly Jason stands up ripping the CDs from Damian's hands (making him scramble up to get them back before Dick scolds him) and puts one in effectively shutting everyone up and their attention is drawn to the TV.

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Dick’s POV

This whole day has been extremely weird and uncomfortable. Especially uncomfortable to know that another version of him has another mom. And yet as he watches the home video play out the feeling of uncomfortableness leaves and jealousy replaces it.

He watches Bruce and you record yourself making him his birthday breakfast. Something that sounds so simple and normal it makes Dick’s heart break a little.

“BRUCE STAWP!” You squeal dodging the whipped cream he tries to get on your face. “What? You can do it to me but I can’t do it to you?” your Bruce asks with a smile and whip cream plopped on his nose. “Yes, it is fair because I am the one making our son's birthday breakfast,” You say looking into the camera with a big beautiful smile. The boys and Bruce see your Bruce pick up the camera and record you putting the finishing touches on your Dick’s pancakes. “It’s six a.m love, the kid is still drooling right now” They hear Bruce say behind the camera.“Still Bruce, we need to sing happy birthday first thing in the morning!” your say with a childish whine. While balancing the tray of breakfast food and smiley pancakes in a tray.

Dick feels his throat close up and the need to run away while watching the video. This love that he sees you have for your Dick and the care your Bruce is showing is something he has never experienced since living with Bruce and yet misses. Can you miss something you’ve never had? Because this is definitely how he feels. Dick remembers the touch and love of a mother and watching this just reminds him of the feeling.

The boys watch as Bruce records you opening the door to your Dick’s room and see little dick sleeping with drool on his pillow.“God, he’s going to be embarrassed when he’s older and watches this video” they hear Bruce say with a quiet laugh. You turn and give him a fake stern look and crouch down by Dick’s bed and softly shake him awake. Your Dick slowly opens his eyes and focuses on you. His face instantly lit up and a smile breaks out on his face. “Mom!” he yells out happily pulling the covers back while you set the tray on his lap. Giving him a kiss on the cheek good morning. They hear Bruce laugh and tell Dick happy birthday while giving him an affectionate head shake. The boys and Bruce watch Dick and the two of you sing ‘Happy Birthday’, eat pancakes together, laugh and smile, and basically be a family. The video ends with Dick taking the camera from Bruce and whispering into the lens saying, “This is the best Birthday ever!” with a cheesy smile on his face.

Dick is uncharacteristically silent while everybody looks at him. He finally stands up and takes his CD out putting someone else’s in drawing their attention back to the TV. 

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Damian’s POV

This whole thing is ridiculous. Everyone is getting all sappy over a single woman who none of them know. Damian sees this as stupid and it quite frankly makes him angry. He already has a mother. he doesn't need to listen and watch himself with a strange woman. 

And yet just like Dick, the anger turns to sadness and he also becomes jealous. Watching another version of himself receive the love and attention that Damian has only seen in movies and read in books. And yet as he watches him and his siblings fight to open presents he is reminded that he is just a kid.

Who just wants a family.

“Everyone! Everyone!” Video you calls out to your children currently fighting for presents. “Because this is Damian’s first Christmas with us he will be opening the first gift,” you say in a tone that makes all your children concede and watch Damian open one of his gifts. As you hand your Damian a gift wrapped in Christmas Robin wrapping and a black bow he immediately dives in and opens it to find a collar. Confused he looks at you and at his father to see you both smiling at him, chuckling. Your Damian watches you leave the room and come back in with a black kitten with white paws in your arms. Damian lets out a loud gasp and runs to you taking the cat in his arms. The camera zooms in on his blinding smile and his small whisper of “Thank you Ummi” to you. The boys and Damian watch as you give him a big kiss on his forehead and Bruce giving him a big hug.

The silence stretches out between the group because everyone knows that in their universe Damian doesn't receive Alfred the cat in such a memorable and sweet way.

Damian especially is just staring at the screen yearning for that motherly love. And a bad thought crosses his mind of what if they just stayed here. Damn the consequences. He wishes for this mom.

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Tim’s POV

Tim’s always been curious and once he saw you giving an affectionate hug to Bruce and the pain that went across your face when his brothers and he looked at you with indifference.

 Watching his brother's faces while they watched their home videos he was a little scared of his.

 His mother has always been distant and he’s never really experienced motherly love but watching you in the home videos, he’s scared to see you with him and be consumed with jealousy like his brothers. Scared to watch you love a version of himself and not experience that love. 

And yet he watches his video and is filled with that feeling anyway.

“Hellooo whoever is watching this home video!” you say with a smile. “It’s probably us sweetheart,” Bruce says popping into the frame. You hurriedly move the camera away from him and talk to the camera. “Ignore him. But today we are at Tim’s school watching him graduate!” you say with a happy squeal and turn the camera to zoom in on Tims's figure clad in his cap and gown, oblivious to your recording him. “Tim is graduating with high honors and receiving multiple awards tonight” the boys and Bruce listen to your Bruce say in an obviously proud tone. The boys watch as multiple names are called and you both politely clapping for every student. And once you hear Tim’s name you both go ballistic. While as ballistic as your Bruce could go by whistling and clapping louder than ever with a proud grin. But for you, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, on the verge of sobbing, shouting “My baby boy!” earning looks from bystanders and laughs from your husband. The video ends with your Bruce recording you giving your Tim the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek while he smiles a bashful smile and celebrates with you and his dad.

Tim’s thoughts run rampant so much that he needs to lie down. He’s never felt this bitter and angry. His Bruce didn't come to his graduation and he’s watching everything he’s ever wanted happen on screen.

 It's not right and it's not fair. 

Why does your family get you and they don’t?

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Jason’s POV

He already knows what’s going to be on that CD. He knows how he’ll react and he knows that he mentally can’t do that right now. He can’t watch something that he died for (a mother's love) play out in front of him.

He won't do it. 

“I’m going to bed” Jason suddenly announces. It's suffocating in the living room and he can’t deal with looking at anybody’s face any longer.

He doesn't stick around for an answer he just goes up to his...other his’s room. He expects to see a room identical to his but once he opens the door he sees a completely different room.

This one looks lived in. Like someone uses it. In his universe, he rarely goes into his childhood room. Too many memories and too many feelings he rather not face. But this room. There are recent pictures of him. Multiple pictures of him and his... family all happy together.

He hurriedly looks away and strips himself of his extra gear and lies on his..or his bed in silence. He feels uncomfortable very weird.

He turns on his side prepared to close his eyes and hopefully not wake up for a long time when he sees it. On his bedside table is a framed photo of you and him. He’s in front of you smiling a cheesy bright smile (missing teeth prominent in the photo) dressed in a Peter Pan costume. Your arms are wrapped around his neck with a beautiful grin on your face dressed in a Tinker bell costume. 

It’s so stupid but it makes him smile like a fool because at least a version of himself finally received the love of a mother. 

Something he’s yearned for all his life before joker was to have a mother in his life and the thought that he gets that in a different universe is what makes it easy for him to close his eyes and sleep that night.

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Bruce’s POV

Jason just left and the suffocating silence returns. 

Bruce sees Dick slowly rise from the couch and tell everybody to go to bed and something about talking more in the morning. He hears his sons rise from the couch sleepily making their way into their rooms and feels Dick linger by the doorway.

“Bruce are....are you going to bed?” he hears the hesitance in his voice and he wonders if Dick was going to ask him a different question but stopped himself. 

Isn’t that the relationship they have? Unable to communicate and ask each other what's wrong.

It’s all his fault.

If he wasn’t so scared he could have found Y/N in his life and his family would have been different.

He would have been different.

he finally finds words to answer his son, “I think...I think I'm going to stay up a little while longer.” he says while turning his profile to him.

Bruce hears him whisper a soft “okay” and walks off into his room for the night. He waits until he hears the door close, to get up off the couch and grab the CD labeled ‘Wedding’.

The mere title makes his stomach drop but he’s always been one to emotionally scar himself. He sits back down to watch the video play out. He releases a strangled sigh when he sees himself in a suit and tie.

“What does the Groom to be have to say on this lovely day” a voice Bruce recognizes as Clark says. He sees himself looking at the camera dressed to impress with a small smile on his face rolling his eyes at his friend's tone. “I'm very happy today Clark” the lucky him responds. “Oh yeah! Why might that be you think?” Your Bruce sighs, “Because I'm getting married to the love of my life Clark.” Bruce hears your Clark release an annoying ‘awwww’ that makes your bruce roll his eyes and shoo him off. He watches the video for a while and he sees the whole league there. He sees his friends as Bruce Wayne and Batman all together for you and your Bruce. He watches your friends and your Bruces friends leave sweet heartfelt messages that you both probably watched later. Alfred's message is what makes his throat constrict. “I’ve known Master Bruce since he was a little boy and I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be able to see him finally share his life with the most graceful woman on this planet. Someone who continues to amaze me with her beautiful character and who I think of as a daughter. I am unbelievably happy that my boy has met you and is going to spend the rest of his life with you. I love you both very much.” With tears building in his eyes, he sees Clark open the door to see you in a white dress with a brilliant smile. When you open your mouth to speak is when the video starts to buffer and stop. 

Bruce sits up in his seat praying that the video starts to work again when it completely pauses on your face. 

The video stopped working. 

And maybe that is the breaking point but the tears fall and he drops his head into his hands. Shoulders shaking and gasping for breath he cries. He cries because of the life he could’ve lived. The person he could have lived it with.

He cries for the mother his kids could have had and the presence that could have helped them through their lives. His kids. His wonderful kids deserved that and he hates himself for not giving that to them.

He also hates himself for not letting himself have that.

He doesn't know how but he eventually gets up off the couch and walks to the extra room by Jason’s. He passes your room on the way and just stands in front of it. This is the room you share with him. The other him. 

He wonders what it feels like to sleep in another person's arms for years. He never knew he could want something like that. 

He doesn't sleep that night. Not even a little bit.

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Y/N’s POV

Waking up today felt like a dream for you. You closed your eyes relishing in the warmth you expected to be there only to feel cold.

Your eyes snap open. Oh yeah, he’s not here. 

They’re not here. And yet they are. They are all inside the manor in their rooms but they are not yours. They are not your boys or husband. They are versions of your kids and best friend.

But that doesn't mean you can be weird to them you scold yourself.

This is weird to them too. This woman they’ve never met in their lives claiming to be their mother and wife. You’d be freaked out too.

Right there in your bed, you swear to at least talk to your kids. Even though they are not your kids you could never not love any version of them. Getting ready for the day you walk downstairs to see them all inside the kitchen. 

Immediately all their eyes draw to you and you smile at them softly. “Good Morning,” you say to them all, failing to catch Bruce’s eyes. You hear soft greetings back while getting your coffee ready. 

“I’ve warmed up the car for you Miss Y/N” you hear Alfred say.

“Oh thank you! I'll be leaving in a few,” you reply back gratefully. You never wake up early enough to do it yourself. Bruce usually does it for you during the cold months.

“Where are you going?” you hear five different voices say all at once. You turn around to see them all looking expectantly at you. 

Shocked that they’ve said more than three words to you. It takes you a while to reply. 

“Oh, I um I'm going to work in early today, I'm an architect.” The silence and surprise in their eyes is kind of insulting. They must notice you take offense because Dick hurriedly tries to explain their shock.

“Not in an offensive way course. You seem very smart. It’s just being an architect in Gotham City. How do you find work?" he asks.

“Oh well, I usually deal with orphanages and hospitals in the city. And because it’s Gotham those are the most important buildings,” you say with a sad like chuckle.

“so you are not a vigilante?” Damian suddenly asks. The question receives looks from his brothers and father but a laugh just escapes you.

“Oh god no, the only vigilante work I do is cardio and that is enough in itself,” you say with a smart smile. They all give chuckles probably humoring you. Before you're hit with the reminder of leaving for your job 

“Shoot it’s seven! I- I gotta go but call if you need anything and.. and if you guys find anything out.” You look to see them all give you a nod and bid you goodbye before you are out the door.

Progress? hopefully.

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Bruce’s POV

It’s been hours since you left and now he and the kids are at league headquarters trying to get back home. And bring your family home. Even though they may not want to leave. As selfish as it is he wants to stay. Even though he knows he’s not yours he would love to feel an ounce of what it's like to be loved by you. 

But because he knows you are deserving of the love back he knows he has to get your Bruce back. 

Your Barry has been going on and on about the plan he has to travel through the speed force successfully bringing this universe’s bat family back and then taking Bruce’s back to their universe. Everyone crowds around to see him do it. With his boys at his side, he watches the blinding red light zoom back and forth before eventually disappearing.

His family, the league members, and himself wait silently staring out waiting for Barry to come back. To come back with their lucky counterparts.

Bruce holds his breath when he sees Barry coming back and releases it when he sees Barry....with your family. He sees the exact version of his family all release breaths of relief and immediately look for someone.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who they are looking for.

Finally, it seems like they spot Bruce and his kids cause they all simultaneously tense up and guard their expressions. It’s staggering how alike they both look at that moment but they both know only one of them has you.

 That’s what makes them different.

They all silently watch your family embrace their friends in the league before they walk to Bruce and his children.

It’s that awkward silence again before your Bruce speaks to him.

“How is she?” Three simple words that will stick with Bruce forever.

“She’s okay. The last time we saw her she was just leaving for work.”

Your Bruce just gives him a nod and walks off. Telling his sons he’ll be waiting in the car. Bruce imagines he’s antsy to see you. He would want to speed home if he knew he had someone like you waiting for him.

He’s about to walk back to your Barry to finally go home when your Damian speaks up, “You imbeciles better not have caused any heartache to my mother. Or I will personally ask Allen to take me ba-”

“OKAY! That’s enough of you Damian. Go wait in the car with Dad.” Dick says with his hand pointed to the black car.

“But I wa-”

“Go.” This time it’s Jason and Tim telling him and Damian just rolls his eyes and walks to the car muttering insults under his breath.

Your boys turn back to face Him and his kids, and Dick tries to start up a conversation but it’s too awkward talking to another version of yourself so they bid Bruce and his family goodbye, and they watch them walk to their car. Back home to you.

And once they safely arrive back in their universe it’s weird because they know what they're missing. What they could have had.

You.

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Y/N’s POV

Walking into your home your not expecting to be bombarded with hugs.

Not. At. All. 

Still expecting for the other version of your family to be home or in the cave.

But you feel multiple familiar arms wrap around your waist and shoulders and you instantly know they’re home. 

You almost cry out of relief when they all scream ‘MOM!’ and squeeze you extra tight.

“AHHH my baby birds! I missed you!” You squeal out wrapping your arms (or trying to) all around your boys, kissing them all over their faces, and smothering them in your arms. You feel them loosen up and get a good look at all their faces and the tears start building in your eyes. Gods, you missed them so much. The horrible thought of never seeing them again had you going throughout your day feeling horrible.

You caress the cheeks and kiss all their forehead until they're begging you to stop. and trying to escape. You look down to see Damian still cuddled up to your side and almost melt, you kiss him on the head once more.

You hear all your kids talking at once trying to listen when you see him behind them. You smile with tears running down your cheeks and your kids part away from you and you run toward your husband, crying into his chest and hugging him with all your might. You feel your Bruce instantly wrap his arms tight around your waist and tuck his head into your neck. 

“I- I missed you... I missed you so much. So much” you say through tears.

“I know sweetheart. Me too. Me too.” You hear him whisper into your neck and pull his face back.

You look up to see him analyzing every aspect of your face, looking at you like you’re not real. 

You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him and it finally hits you that they are home. That he’s home.

And you can finally breathe again.

BROOO I definitely got carried away lol. AHHH BUT I LOVE IT SO WHO CARES! I've had this in my drafts for months and I'm so excited to finally be posting it. I hope you all ENJOYED! LOVE YOU LOTS! Feedback is always appreciated!! <333

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[shreeader]

I’ve Got You; Damian Wayne x Reader

Words: 1132

Pronouns: they/them

WARNINGS: blood, violence, hurt/comfort, some angst and then fluff

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and Damian comes to save them.

NOTE: Damian is aged up.

After what you could only assume was a couple of hours, a few guys came in. They were loud, rowdy, and presumably drunk. The light that they had brought in with them was painful to your eyes, which were used to the dark.

They’d beaten you. They did it again around what you assumed was the same time the next day. And the day after that.

The fourth day, they had finally given you a small cup of water and a small plate of food containing strawberries and sliced bread. The men laughed in such an annoying way as you scarfed down the food and downed the drink. One of the men, whose name had been mentioned to be Peter, took the paper plate and plastic cup from you when you finished.

You sat back and sighed, ready for the beating you were about to receive as you sat back against the stone walls. Yelling from outside of the room grabbed your attention, well as much as you could give in that scenario. The lack of sleep and the bloody that slowly seeps out of your wounds, through your torn clothing.

Metal hitting metal caught your hazy attention, and you could feel hope begin to swell in your gut. Gunshots started up as well and footsteps sounded throughout the hall outside of your room. You glanced at the men, who stared outside the door, weapons in their hands.

“Robin, let’s check down here.” The familiar voice of Red Hood made you tug on your restraints, especially at the mention of the younger hero.

Glancing at the men again, you noticed none of them were looking in your direction. You took in a shaky breath before yelling out. Eyes snapped in your direction and the men turned to you. One brought his knife down, catching the blade on your arm and slicing the skin.

A yelp left your lips as you curled away from him and then all you could hear was a body thump. Fighting took place in the background, and you peaked your eyes open to see Damian and Jason taking down the other men in the room.

Your eyelids felt heavy and your eyes stung with tears as you watched Jason knock out the last man. Damian's footsteps were quick, and he hurriedly got rid of your bonds before pulling you into his arms.

He stood up, and you could almost feel his arms, which were under your knees and around your torso, shaking. You could barely notice his eyes frantically darting around your face as he carefully followed Jason. “Damian.” You whispered quietly, voice hoarse.

Carefully, you lifted a hand up to his cheek, and he leaned into it with no hesitation. “I’ve got you.” His voice was gentle and had a small tremble. “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.”

“No, you have to.”

“Dami, I can’t.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, “You are not dying on my watch.” You gave him a weak smile as your eyes shut, the constant promising in your ears. “I’ve got you.”

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The lights behind your eyelids are dim, meaning they won’t blind you when you open them. Your hand was warm. Your body was warm and there was the slightest pressure against your shoulder. Fingers gripped your hand tightly and soft breathing was barely audible from next to you.

Damian.

You knew it was him. He wouldn’t have let his brothers grab your hand and only he could keep his breath that quiet while sleeping. Cracking an eye open, you looked at him.

His hair and clothes were a mess, but more so his hair. From what you could see, purplish-green took its place beneath his eyes, telling you that he most likely hadn’t slept in a while.

You frowned, feeling guilty for having worried him at all. You slowly lifted your other hand and gently ran it through his hair, stirring him from his sleep. “You’re awake.” He mumbled, voice deep from just waking up. He shoved his face further into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Dami.” You stopped running your hand through his hair and just rested it on the back of his head. “They showed up so suddenly and knocked me out from behind.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding yours, he moved it to rest on your stomach and carefully grabbed the fabric of the blanket laying on it. “I don’t blame you. If anything, I blame myself. I should’ve been able to get to you faster. I-”

“Damian,” you cut him off, “You shouldn’t blame yourself. You did your best to get to me as fast as possible. You know I love and I trust you. I knew you’d come for me, and I waited patiently.”

Your sleeve began to feel wet, which shocked you, especially when you saw his shoulders shake. “I was so scared I’d lose you.” You melted immediately, doing your best to turn on your side and pull him to your chest.

“I’m here, though. You saved me.” He let out a small, strangled noise from his throat at your quiet words.

He moved his arms to wrap around your body in a tight hug. “Marry me.” He pulled his face out of your chest and looked up at you, green eyes more prominent because of the tears.

Shock flowed through you as you stared down at him. Damian…asked you to marry him? “Are you being serious?” You turned hopeful and when he gave you a fierce nod, you sputtered out a quick response. “Yes.”

The door opened loudly and suddenly as the duo of Dick Grayson and Jason Todd pushed into the room. Damian was quick to shove his face into your chest to try and hide from his brothers.

“Look at little Damian being all sweet.” Dick teased, nudging Jason’s side, who nodded back at him.

You sighed, moving your hand from Damian’s head to rest it on his chest as the youngest Wayne glared at the two behind him. “Grayson, Todd, I will murder you both in your sleep if you don’t leave now.”

They glanced at each other, but with a small smile from you, they left. “My Damian.” You called his attention back to you, earning a soft smile.

“My (Y/n).” He mimicked your tone before leaning over and pressing his lips against yours.

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Motivation | Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: You weren't expecting your secret trip to Belle Reve's swimming pool to end in a private rehab session with Colonel Rick Flag. But you're glad it did.

Word Count: 4K words

Warnings: Description of injury, talk of scars, use of walking aids, rehab

A/N: I guess this means the hiatus is over. Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading, and thank you @sociiallydiisoriiented for helping me through my slump 💖

Staring through the floor-to-ceiling window, which looks as if it hasn’t been cleaned once in Belle Reve’s sixty year history, your stomach drops; this was not part of the plan. According to Task Force X’s rigid training regime, the prison’s swimming pool is supposed to be vacant right now. And you should know - under normal circumstances you would have departed the pool along with your squad almost an hour ago. Judging by the commotion taking place on the other side of the glass, however, this seems to be far from the case.

Stepping back until you are mostly hidden by the ancient, rusting lockers that run along the centre of the changing area, you watch on with a mixture of concern and frustration. Two frazzled-looking prison guards are attempting to disperse a fight that has broken out at the shallow end of the pool. At this distance, you can’t quite pick out the team members involved in the scuffle, but there is at least one face you do recognise. From her position on top of the lifeguard tower - an entirely unqualified position for the princess-of-crime, who has only recently graduated from her water-wings - Harley Quinn observes the spectacle with unbridled glee. 

As the scene unfolds, your eyes wander to the far edge of the pool. A broad figure in a tight navy t-shirt and loose-fitting swim shorts stands with his hands on his hips. Although no sound carries through the filthy glass, you know Colonel Rick Flag well enough to take a guess at what kind of expletive-laden sentences might currently be streaming from his parted lips.

Ignoring the tiny flutter in your chest that seems to make an appearance whenever Rick is nearby, you retreat into one of the changing cubicles before anyone notices your presence. It’s been a couple of months since your injury, but you’re in no hurry to see any of the squad. In fact, ARGUS’s unpaid sick-leave policy is the only reason you’re here at all. It’s far from ideal, but all employees are entitled to free-use of the prison pool, and with no paychecks coming in until your leg is healed, you’re in no position to be picky. 

There’s a whole host of excuses as to why you aren’t quite ready to face the squad today, not least because of the thick purple scar running from just below your left hip, all the way down to the middle of your calf. The doctors continue to remind you how lucky you were not to lose your leg, but it doesn't make acceptance any easier. While you’ve never been particularly concerned about body image, this latest scar is just another permanent and ugly reminder of exactly how dangerous your job can be. Of how close you came to losing everything. 

You’re not left alone with your dark thoughts for very long. Chaos follows the Suicide Squad wherever they go, and pandemonium soon descends upon the previously unoccupied changing area; shouting, screaming, and the occasional grunt of pain. Remaining sequestered within your tiny cubicle, you wait for the cacophony to end. With any luck, your plan to slip in and out of the pool unnoticed remains intact.

Only once Harley’s high-pitched cackle finally fades into the hallway and down the corridor do you dare to step out of your sanctuary. Taking care not to slip on the copious amounts of water now drenching the grey tiled floor, you adjust the straps of your standard-issue swimsuit, and gingerly make your way to the poolside.

Late afternoon sunshine streams through a gap beneath the yellowing blinds, reflecting off the surface of the water. With the pool finally deserted, it’s almost peaceful - providing, of course, that you ignore the fact you’re in a maximum security prison that hosts some of the world’s most dangerous criminals.

As you reach the water’s edge, contemplating how you’re going to tackle your entrance, the supplies cupboard at the other end of the pool flies open. No longer straining beneath the tight navy t-shirt, a set of wide, tanned shoulders emerges from the narrow doorway. Apparently, the pool isn’t quite as deserted as you’d hoped. 

In retrospect, Rick’s discarded t-shirt is clearly visible on one of the wooden benches lining the walls. But even without the clothing as a clue, you should have figured that he’d be sticking around for a while. Tidying up the equipment has always been one of your responsibilities, and you know for a fact that Waller doesn’t have spare lieutenants lying around at her disposal.

Torn between fleeing or staying rooted in place, your stomach lurches uncomfortably. Realistically, you’re going nowhere fast. The wound itself might have healed, but the pain in your leg persists. To say you're not as light on your feet as you used to be would be an understatement. The injury has affected your mobility in other ways, too. It killed you to trade in your beloved stick-shift for something automatic, but the doctors warned you it could be up to a year before you see any real improvement. 

In the end, Rick turns around before you can even consider executing an escape plan. You notice his double-take as he spots you, hazel eyes brightening while the furrow in his brow fades. Rather than shouting across the pool - you suspect he must be hoarse from hollering at the squad all afternoon - he starts to lope over, his grin widening with every step.

“Damn, is it good to see you," he calls out, rapidly closing the distance. "How you been holdin' up?”

Rick's smile has always been infectious, and despite your discomfort at realising you’re not alone, you feel your own lips twitch upwards. "I'm ok." It's not quite a lie. More of a half truth. But Rick doesn't need to know the details. You can guarantee that he has been beating himself up over what happened. He told you as much during his visits to your hospital bed. 

Folding your arms self-consciously over your chest, you subtly shift your weight, hoping he doesn’t notice how you favour your good leg. Hoping he doesn’t notice the walking stick you hid away at the back of the changing area. Because you can be sure that he’s watching you carefully, assessing you for any sign of weakness. 

Tightening your jaw against the constant throb of pain, you allow your own gaze to travel over Rick. It’s hot and humid in the pool area. His damp hair is swept back from his face, and a thin sheen of sweat clings to his golden skin. A handful of scars have been added to his collection too, but he looks good. Healthy. Alive. And that makes the sacrifice worth it.

Deciding it might be better not to allow Rick the opportunity to probe you about your wellbeing, you continue.“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here. Lesson overrun?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, a long-suffering expression swiftly replacing his earlier joy. “Boomer tried to drown Blackguard. Repeatedly.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile. “And you stopped him because…?”

“We’re a little thin on the ground lately.” He gives you a pointed look. “And I could really do without the paperwork.”

“That’s a lame excuse, Flag. We both know I do all your paperwork.”

The lines around Rick’s eyes crease in amusement. “When did you say you were comin’ back?”

“I didn’t.”

The statement hangs in the air, and Rick’s smile falters. It’s only now that he seems to truly register your appearance; the swimming costume, the tightness to your jaw, the scar. In credit to the colonel, he doesn’t blanch. You know he’s seen much worse. Even so, you don’t fail to notice the briefest flicker of conflict passing over his handsome face.

After a beat, he seems to compose himself. "So, you here for a swim?"

You hum your confirmation, looking out across the pool. The water seems awfully inviting right now. Anything to avoid staring at Rick's glistening chest. Anything to hide from his concerned gaze. 

"You know there ain't a lifeguard on duty," he points out, folding his arms to match your stance.

"Think I can manage."

He shakes his head. “I’ll stick around for a bit.”

“That isn’t necessary.” You really don’t want him here for this. 

“Yeah,” he tells you, leaving no room for argument in his tone. “It is.”

Perhaps it’s just his damn hero complex, or maybe he sees beyond the charade - sees the spectre of pain that no amount of forced smiles and pleasantries can truly hide. Either way, you know you’ve lost. Rick Flag is an immovable object, and right now, he’s not budging from the pool.

Setting your frustration aside, the temperature of your blood seems to rise by several degrees as you watch him lower his large body down, stomach muscles bunching, until he’s sitting over the edge of the pool.

Your injured leg is now directly within Rick’s line of sight, and you try not to cringe. From a distance, it isn’t pretty. But up close? It’s more of a trainwreck. Your shattered kneecap, on top of multiple fractures to your femur and tibia, had required at least three operations and five metal pins to correct. 

Of course, it could have been much worse. Though at the time you were slipping in and out of consciousness, delirious with pain and blinded by the bright white lights of the ER, you can vividly remember the doctor’s words as she removed the makeshift splint and bandages. “You’re one hell of a lucky woman. Whoever made this brace probably saved your leg.”

That had been Rick. 

Not only had he ultimately saved your leg, but he’d also been waiting by your bedside when you came round from the initial surgery. Dosed up on morphine and drowsy from the anaesthetic, you don’t remember much of that first visit, but you do know that after such a disastrous mission, it was a miracle he was faring any better.

Fighting back the memory of that terrible time, you focus on the surface of the water, at the ripples pooling around Rick’s thick calves.

“They give you a trainin’ plan?" Your look of confusion prompts him to continue. “The doctors. Figured that’s why you’re here. Physical therapy?”

“Right.” You’re not particularly inclined to admit that you threw the ‘training’ plan out of the window, rejecting the doctor’s advice of rest and recuperation. You’re sick of sitting on your ass waiting for things to improve. There’s at least a dozen reasons why you need to get back to work, and the man in front of you may or may not be one of them.

Correctly reading your hesitation as doubt, Rick flashes you what he must imagine is an encouraging smile. "So, you gettin' in?"

"Uh, sure." Despite your calm facade, inside you're panicking. Because Rick has taken a seat at the deep end of the pool, and you know perfectly well that even if you managed to navigate the rickety metal steps by his side, there’s no way you’ll be able to keep your head above water for more than a few seconds. 

"I'm, umm… I'm just going to take it easy." You gesture towards the shallow end, and hoping Rick doesn’t read too much into your uneven gait, you begin a slow walk along the poolside. 

Your injury might be far from a secret, but the fear of Rick’s pity - or even worse, his guilt - means you don't want him to know just how bad it really is. Without your cane, the short walk takes every ounce of strength you possess, the pain slicing through your weak and damaged muscles with every step.

When you reach your destination, you notice that Rick hasn't followed. In fact, it seems he has returned to the supplies cupboard. While his back is turned, you use the opportunity to awkwardly lower yourself down to the ground. Your venture to the pool felt like a great idea at the time, but this would be so much easier if Rick wasn’t around to watch you fail. 

"I don't need those," you insist, when he starts to approach with an armful of foam floats.

After dropping the floats onto the ground, he takes a seat beside you. "When was the last time you swam?" There’s no evidence of humour or teasing in his voice, and it almost makes it worse. Especially as you realise he’s not expecting you to answer.

Studiously avoiding his scrutiny, you focus instead on the sunlight glittering off the water’s surface. Only when Rick softly murmurs your name do you finally force yourself to meet his eye. 

"Look, I can help, but you gotta be honest with me.” He levels you with a steady gaze. “None of this stoic, sufferin’ in silence bullishit. Alright?”

“You’re one to talk.” After all, Rick is the master of resilience; you’re just a quick study.

“Do as I say, not as I do, remember?” 

You pull a face, but ultimately allow him to continue. This banter between the two of you is a balm, and already you can feel the cracks starting to form in your armour. Perhaps having him around isn’t the worst thing in the world.

"Now, I'm gonna hazard a guess you ignored everythin' the doctors said, decidin' you know best as usual?" He arches his brow.

You respond with a weak smile and rub your leg idly. "I just need it to get better, and fast. Waller doesn't like broken things."

Rick angles his body towards you, his expression darkening. "You ain't broken. And even if that was true, who cares what she thinks."

"I have bills to pay, Rick. Rent. I can't afford not to work." Waller has already rejected your request for desk duty, informing you she needs soldiers, not paper-pushers. 

Rick grits his jaw. "Don't worry about the bills. If anythin’, let me worry about them. I can talk to Waller. You just focus on gettin’ better.”

"But-"

“No buts.” He cuts you off abruptly. “I need you back by my side. Can’t wrangle those fuckin’ idiots without you.”

Your resolve is rapidly weakening, and really, it’s no wonder. Rick is well versed in the art of persuasion. Time and again you’ve watched him convince teams of super-criminals to work together for the good of the US government. In your experience, that is no easy feat.

When he’s satisfied you’re not going to argue, Rick reaches behind and pulls across one of the larger floats. "I ain't exactly an expert, but when I was shot in Qurac I had a good few months of physio." He slaps the leg in question, drawing your attention to a pale, silvery stripe along the top of his thigh. "So, I'm sure we can figure somethin' out."

Before you can change your mind, Rick shifts so that he’s kneeling by your side. "Now, lay your leg down here on the float. Need to see what we're workin' with.”

Despite your lingering uncertainty, you do as he says, carefully manoeuvring your injured leg until it’s outstretched before him. The soft layer of the foam beneath you helps mitigate the slight discomfort of the angle.

"Tell me where it hurts, ok?” 

A swarm of butterflies erupts in your stomach the moment you feel Rick’s warm hands land on your skin, but you manage to nod stiffly. He starts to apply the slightest amount of pressure, his hands moving along the length of your leg with delicate precision. For the most part it's not painful, but when he reaches your knee you suck in a sharp breath.

"OK.” His hand disappears, and he sits back on his heels. “We're gonna take it slow. Let's see how you get on with walkin'. You got some swellin’, but the water should relieve the pressure.”

Recovering from the shock of his touch, it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t an expert.”

With a surprising amount of grace for someone of his size, Rick slides into the water. “When you’ve been injured as many times as I have, you learn a thing or two about recovery.” 

It’s sound logic, you have to admit, and when he beckons for you to join him, you find yourself swinging your leg back towards the pool without hesitation. You don’t fight either, when his hands land on your hips, supporting your weight as you lower yourself into the water.

When he’s confident you’re steady on your feet, he removes his hands, but not before giving your waist a subtle, yet reassuring squeeze.

“Now what?” You look up at him expectantly.

Rick grins, a hint of mischief gleaming in his hazel eyes. "You know those canine hydrotherapy videos you and Harley love so much?”

“The dogs in those funny little tanks?"

“Exactly. Picture that. ‘Cept without the treadmills."

Spirits rising further with each passing minute, an unexpected laugh bursts from your lips, and you reach for Rick’s shoulder to steady yourself. “Ok, but you know the dogs usually get a treat afterwards, right? Some kind of motivation.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged." His lips curl into the suggestion of a smirk. "What did you have in mind?”

Perhaps you imagine it, but you could swear his gaze darkens as he waits for your response. “Just buy me a coffee when we get out of here.” 

You can’t quite shake the feeling that you could have asked for more. Indeed, for a split second, he appears disappointed by your request. Still, it’s too late to change your answer, because all of a sudden he's dipping below the surface of the water, only re-emerging when he's several feet away. 

When he breaks the surface, the urge to push his sopping hair back from his brow threatens to overwhelm you. Forget the coffee, maybe this is the kind of motivation you really need. The desire is short-lived, though. Before you can start to examine your feelings too closely, Rick proves himself perfectly capable of rearranging his hair all by himself.

“Start walkin’ towards me,” he calls across the pool, oblivious to your moment of insanity.

Gathering your wits, you bite back a sarcastic retort, choosing to refrain from commenting on how Harley has been right all this time. Rick is a bossy son-of-a-bitch. It’s just unusual for you to be on the receiving end of his commands. When it comes to Task Force X, the two of you work so well together you can usually predict each other’s moves ahead of time.

Just like how you predicted he would try to intercept that bomb.

What Rick couldn't predict that day, was you intercepting him first. 

Pushing the awful memories to the back of your thoughts once again, you set your mind to the task at hand: putting one foot in front of the other. Rick was right, the water does ease some of the pressure, but it doesn't completely relieve the pain.

From his position in the centre of the pool, Rick waits patiently. He's watching you with those keen hazel eyes shining bright with belief - belief in you. You can't help but feel it's misplaced. You've barely taken five steps and already your body is telling you to give up.

"While we're here, there's somethin' I wanna get off my chest." His voice, deep and clear, echoes across the otherwise empty pool. "Never properly got a chance to thank you. For savin' me."

"Can we not talk about this right now," you grunt, forcing yourself to take another step forward.

Rick's response is far from what you're expecting. "I think it's the perfect time to talk about it. But if you want me to stop, you're gonna have to get your ass over here and make me."

It seems an unfair ask. Even if you were capable of covering the distance to where he stands, you're not going to reach him quickly. Plenty of time for him to keep running his stupidly pretty mouth.

"I can't," you protest. 

But Rick simply shrugs. "I ain't gonna pretend that I wasn't pissed. That was a pretty fuckin' reckless move. And you're goddamn lucky that beam didn't fall a few inches higher."

You don't want to hear it. Doesn't he know how many times you've replayed the scenario? Wondering what you could have done differently. How you could possibly have gotten the both of you out of that building in one piece.

"You would have done the same for me." Gritting your teeth against the pain, you succeed in taking another two steps forward. 

"You're right. But that doesn't make it OK."

Irritation begins to set in. "You know, this wasn't the motivation I had in mind," you snap. "Coffee would have been just fine."

His lips quirk into a crooked smile. "Darlin', you can have whatever you want if you make it over here."

It takes far longer than you would like, but by some small miracle, you do reach him. Panting, and spluttering, the water is now up to your chin. You could swear he's been creeping backwards, but equally as exhausted as you are triumphant, you can't quite bring yourself to care. You've done it.

Rick is beaming. "That's my girl." And before you can start to wonder about the implication of his statement, he takes you by the waist, and lifts your head and shoulders clear of the surface. Instinct forces you to wrap your arms around his neck as he proceeds to wade back to the shallow end. Unlike your own journey, he covers the distance in less than a minute. 

"Knew you could do it," he tells you, setting you carefully back on the edge of the pool. "So name your price."

"Huh?" 

He's standing in the gap between your thighs, making it near enough impossible to form a single coherent thought.

"Your reward," he clarifies, with a sly grin. "Don't tell me that you're gonna settle for coffee."  

An unnamed force draws your attention to Rick’s mouth, where his tongue darts out, sweeping away a drop of water from his bottom lip. You're no stranger to taking risks. Pushing Rick out of the way of the bomb was a huge one, but this… this, might be the biggest risk you've taken yet.

"I don't want coffee." 

As emboldened as you are from completing the exercise, it's still with a shaking hand that you reach out and brush back the lock of hair that has fallen over Rick’s temple. 

Unfazed by the unexpected gesture, and the way your touch lingers a moment too long against his brow, Rick’s eyes are fixed on you. For once, no quickfire retort leaves his mouth. He simply waits on bated breath for you to continue.

You can have whatever you want.

It's no longer a question of what you want. That much has become clear. Your feelings for Rick have lain dormant for a while now, but they've always been there, waiting for something. A sign. A wake-up call. Maybe your last mission was just that.

Because unlike Rick, you're no hero. Saving his life wasn't an entirely unselfish act. You certainly wouldn't have done it for anyone else. Yet in that split second, just before Rick could reach the device, you didn't even have to think. 

Barreling into his path, you had managed to catch him unaware, the unexpected force of your body knocking him back into the stairwell. Slamming shut the heavy iron door, you had effectively removed him from the direct range of the explosion. Moments later, as you were thrown back by the blast, and the building started to collapse around you, you remember feeling nothing but relief. Rick would survive. Even if you wouldn’t.

And you'd do it all over again.

All of a sudden, you realise just how close Rick is standing. Close enough now, wedged between your legs, that you barely have to tilt your head before your lips are touching. He doesn’t pull away.

Your first kiss is soft and uncertain - a startling contrast to the solid, confident man before you. There’s a moment of hesitation, just a beat, where you withdraw from his lips to find him watching you wide-eyed. But his surprise rapidly fades, and there’s no fear, no judgement. In fact, he acts like it's the most natural thing in the world. Large, capable hands rise to cup your cheeks, and just like that, he’s pulling you back in for more.

Your own hands fly to his warm, slick chest. Rick’s tongue darts out again, this time sweeping across the seam of your lips, and deepening the kiss. He tastes like mint and chlorine from the pool, and as you finally get the chance to run your fingers through the silken lengths of his hair, you know without a trace of doubt, this is infinitely better than coffee.

You tell him so, after you've finally parted. 

Cheeks flushed, and a dazed smile spreading across his face, Rick hums his agreement, before adding, “Same time tomorrow?”

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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐳𝐨.

Your traditional holiday ordeals had seemed pointless to Cleo, however, that didn’t stop you from wanting to share holiday warmth and love with her. Nor did it stop her from welcoming you with open arms and a small present of her own— the perfect Christmas and worst in tow.  𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, ♥

𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙯𝙤 𝙭 𝙛!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 .

Major fluff ☁. Christmas Celebrations. Cute furry friends.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦— Mentions of depression.

With your knitted sock clad feet draped over the arm over the recliner and a mug in your hand, you intently watched with eyes of muse, drifting over your girlfriend's backside. There was a soft closed mouth smile toying upon the bottom half of your face while your lips lightly pressed against the cup, blocking your silent giggles.

It was the seventh of December, the first night of officially hopping – more like dragging Cleo into the notion of Christmas joys under twinkling lights and inhalations of pine tree bliss. From the start, she hadn’t understood your dire need to bask in the aura of holiday nostalgia. Holiday’s had been different in the Cazo household. For your girlfriend, holidays were like any normal day. She never had a roof over her head, warm lit fires and holiday films, nor did she have Christmas trees, lights, and gifts under the tree. 

While the child version of yourself had been snuggled in bed with sugar plums dancing upon your dreaming head, younger Cleo had been plucking plums off stands alongside her father and his rat friends. Your traditional ordeals had seemed pointless to Cleo, however, that didn’t stop you from wanting to share holiday warmth and love with her. Christmas was your favorite and you wanted to give your girlfriend a new memory, an experience she had yet to endure as a child and adult.

This had been Cleo’s first official Christmas in a place she could call home, your home.

She was open to the idea of home for the holidays, adorning the blush upon your cheeks and squeal of excitement; however, there was only so much she could endure. Cleo was truly against you spending more money upon presents… finances were the height of your worries and gifts were the last she wanted either of you to worry about. Plus, Santa wasn’t coming on Christmas night because why would he? The only present Cleo could ask for was your companionship and heart – both which she already had.

Binge watching Christmas movies had also been a drag – to her more than you. Though the cheesy holiday films you watched with your parents were your favorite pastimes, Cleo could never keep an eye open for merely five minutes. She had slept through all of them, occasionally muttering a word or two in an attempt to show her captivation. 

You didn’t mind her lack of enthusiasm and interest as you were more endearing upon the way Cleo clung to you in comfort: how she perfectly snuggled up to your frame, with an arm draped across your waist and a leg over yours. Her face using your stomach as a pillow, nuzzling it every so often when her subconscious would realize her grip upon your body had loosened, making her tighten her hold once more. 

It was a realization, a memory, upon why you realized your parents loved cuddling by the fire when watching Christmas movies. It wasn’t the movie per se…it was the proximity of warmth transferring skin upon skin and the synchronizations of heartbeats into one.

There was one tradition Cleo idolized the most – Christmas trees. 

Upon this night, Cleo had taken the reins upon decorating the Christmas tree. You had thought picking a tree was the highlight of your night, mesmerized by the way Cleo and Sebastian giddied their way between the forest of trees. You watched her observe from bark to treetop, grazing her fingers among the bristles to feel the texture and temperature of the fresh pine. Even Sebastian had been a sight for eyes, squealing in excitement as he raced between branches until the pair were set upon a tree. 

While Cleo had been an absolute pro at picking a tree to take home, she was absolutely clueless upon how to decorate a tree. Her frenzy to decorate the tree straight away diverted her to her younger stubborn and eager self. Cleo was headstrong and wanted to decorate it herself with the forgetfulness as to how.

Rather than stringing the lights around the tree itself, her body had been the replacement, strands of crystalized white bulbs etching her figure. “Meu amor,” she hummed, “I don’t think this is a laughing matter.”

There was a hint of amusement to her words and you place your cup atop of the table. “Whatever do you mean?” you arched a brow and stood from the chair, slowly creeping behind her. “The eyes in the back of my head are my biggest weapon,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder while lifting the lights in the air. 

Upon cue, two tiny eyes appeared behind the locks of her hair and you scrunched your face, playfully pointing a finger, “you traitor.” Sebastian squeaked, his two pays cupping the tip of your index finger before scurrying down Cleo’s arm and jumping to the tree.

“I think Sebastian has the idea on what to do,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before taking the end of the lights and giving it a tug. Cleo frowned as the lights tightened around her frame, following the taunt hold as you pulled her towards you, “may we do this together?”

“Meu amor?”

Soft hands brushed the locks away from your face, exposing your closed eyes. You moaned softly in question, your eyes never lifting as you held onto sleep. The hand resting underneath your pillow slid out, wrapping around Cleo’s wrist. You brought her hand towards your chest, intertwining your fingers in the process as you snuggled deeper into the warmth of your bed.

“Wake up,” she whispered, lightly pressing her lips against your cheek. Her kisses mapped along the side of your face until they met your lips in union. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dull morning light and the gleam upon Cleo’s exterior. 

You rolled onto your back, maintaining your hold upon her hand while the other lifted and cupped her cheek. “You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled with a yawn while casually glancing at the clock. It was nearly five in the morning and surprise grazed your expression. Neither you or Cleo were morning birds and it was a vast surprise that she was the one waking you before sunrise. 

“I have something for you,” she said, tearing your hands apart and crawling across the bed. You sat up, watching her with curiosity as she reached for a box. Sebastian danced, jumping back and forth over her limbs as she held the box in her hand, squealing while he tried to catch a glance into the box. 

Cleo’s green eyes were round and wide, gleam meeting the teeth that shined as she smiled, handing over the box. You stared at the brown cardboard box in your lap with red and green marker stamped atop ‘Merry Christmas’ with a hand drawn Christmas tree. Your cheeks warmed as a giddy girlish smile plastered your face, your insides feeling jittery of excitement laced with pure happiness. Cleo’s own aura had matched yours. It had been rare for you to see her filled with so much glee, sitting upon her knees like a child, awaiting your response.

“What happened to no gifts this year?” you quirked and brought the box up to your ear, shaking it slightly. Ruffled noises could be heard from the inside of the box and you brought it back down to your lap, your eyes wide in concern. “I got you something money can’t buy,” Cleo smiled with hope, “in case I’m not always here.”

Your lips twitched slightly, frowning at her words – in case I’m not always here. For days she had casually been running an idea through your head. You were completely against her bank demise and you had hoped she would take your concern into consideration. Part of you wanted to question if this gift had been her reason but you chose not to dwindle the moment or dwell upon the unknown midst to come; simply focusing upon the gift in your lap. The moment you opened the box, your lips parted in a gasp while your focus glanced between the inside and Cleo’s delighted gaze.

Two small eyes peered up at you behind white cotton fur and you cooed, opening your palms for four tiny feet to jump in your grasp. You brought the mouse to your face, allowing his whiskers to graze your skin. Giggles filled the morning air from the tickles upon your nose and you glanced at your girlfriend, “he’s perfect.”

Sebastian climbed atop of your limbs, his front paws hoisting himself up along your chest. “Though I think Sebastian may be fighting over him,” you giggled, bringing the mouse down to the mattress and allowing him to hop out of your embrace and run around Sebastian. Grabbing Cleo’s hands in yours, you brought her palm to your mouth, kissing the top of her hand, “thank you my love.”

Rain tattered among the window seal, drops cascading down the glass in synchronized rhythm to the sound of thunder rattling. Your eyes were fixated upon the window. There wasn’t much to look at, it had been dark hours into the early morning and you couldn’t remember the last time you got out of bed – let alone stepped foot out of your house. Days turned into weeks, and Christmas was ‘round the corner, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to lull yourself into the spirit of holidays you loved so much. 

It wasn’t the same since Cleo had disappeared. 

You begged and begged for her not to rob the bank but her pride and determination to do better to rescue you both from your shitty apartment were brighter sights. The stubbornness in her willed the purity in her heart but the outcome had been dim sending her straight to Belle Reve. She had been under maximum security and you hadn’t been able to see her since the night she gave you your four legged best friend now named Dimitri. 

He had been an I love you and goodbye all in one. 

In case I’m not always here.

Those six letter words burned your insides to the bone. Oh how you wished her declaration was only a what if situation and not a hint as to what would come. 

Your eyes brimmed from the windowpane to your four legged friend as his whiskers kissed the tip of your nose. A breathy short forceful laugh blew your nose and you reached your hand out from under the pillow. Running your index finger along the top of his head and down his back, “I guess we’re having an early morning, hmm?”

Dimitri wiggled his way over your arm and atop of your shoulder, nuzzling the side base of your neck while you huffed and pushed yourself up. Your feet dangled over the edge of the bed as you braced yourself, your eyes hanging upon your reflection across the mirror. 

The shirt you had been wearing was Cleo’s, a dark gray tattered sweater that hung loosely over a shoulder with a few stains from the coffee you spilled. You put it on the second your apartment grew too empty and quiet, hoping to inhale her scent and be filled with her aroma. The shirt no longer smelled of her but you couldn’t bring yourself to take off for a wash. 

Her cotton sweater had become a hug of home.

Dimitri squeaked in your ear, “I’m going I’m going.”

You aimlessly stared at the Christmas tree in your living room. It felt heavy and cold, like a ghost stalking in the corner, frozen and unable to travel past. It had been untouched, unlit. Christmas had gone from being your favorite, to the holiday you dreaded. Cleo had brought a new meaning to the holiday and without her, it felt as if Jack Frost came instead of the old man in his sleigh.

At least you tried – purchasing a tree and decorating it. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to light it up every night. It was simply there for the concept of the festivities.

Dimitri’s whiskers tickled against your jaw and you sighed, “only because it’s Christmas.” You stalked to the tree and bent down, plugging in the strand of lights, watching as red and green illuminated the room to your face. Dimitri squealed in excitement and you slightly smiled with your lips closed, “breakfast shall we?”

Entering your kitchen, you placed Dimitri on the counter before brazing over to the fridge, to get out leftover pancakes and syrup from the morning prior. Placing them in the microwave, you reached to open a cabinet for a mug, however, Dimitri’s frantic squeals halted your movement. Your eyes widened in worry, “what’s the matter?”

Tiny hands waved side to side and your brows furrowed, “you don’t want me getting my mug?” His head nodded while he waved with his hands, “then how am I supposed to drink my coffee?” Dimitri scurried among the counter top, disappearing through a hole in the wall. 

Leaning upon the edge of the counter, your gaze narrowed as you tried to peer through the small dark hole. Reaching in as Dimitri became visible behind a brown paper bag. “What are you sneaking about?” you arched a brow, taking both Dimitri and the clumped bag in hand. Dimitri squeaked giddy and ran atop of your arm to perch on your shoulder, glancing from your face to the brown paper bag at hand.

It was heavy in your palm yet you ever so carefully peeled it open. Licking your lips, you pulled out a dark green mug, etched with a pine tree–inside laid a crumpled small piece of paper. Your eyes began to blur in glee and you couldn’t help the genuine grin that returned to your face for the first time. 

“You sneaky sneak,” you breathed at your friend and placed the mug down to open the note. 

𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙪 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙤 – 𝙘.

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[pandorascripts]

TAYLOR S. WRITING THING

I could not remember what you call it when a fic is based on a song so ignore that. ANYWAY! HELLO! I'M HERE! NOT DEAD! So I've recently gotten a lot of motivation to write again and it's all thanks to Taylor Swift songs (yup, I'mma swiftie). I wanted to write fics with the theme of her songs. These fics could be for anyone who I write for (take a looksie at my masterlist), so it could be Wednesday, Supergirl and co, or just others I have on there. So send in requests! Or not, I'll still do it anyways LMAO.

Also, the first one I plan on doing is I Bet You Think About Me, with Wednesday. It will not have a happy ending. (OUT NOW!) OKAY BYE-BYE.

#wednesday series #wednesday x reader #wednesday show #x reader #reader insert #x you #supergirl #dc x reader #dceu fanfiction #angst #songfic #oneshots #fluff #drabble #my fic #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #maria hill x reader #maria rambeau #wednesday fanfic #gender neutral fanfic #fanfic #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl fandom

[darkpeacemusic]

Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

#my writing #slasher #pin post #author #writers on tumblr #rules #rules for requests #creepypasta #dceu

[lacontroller1991]

Under the Stars (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Requested by @dopeqff : Hii can I request for fluffy oneshot with Rick flag. Reader has worked up the courage to propose to Rick. day they go to propose, though, Rick gets on one knee, and holds out a ring. Maybe it was during a mission so they fall asleep under the stars together... Only to wake up covered in bug bites😂

Thank you so much for the request!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: Language

Main Master List DCEU Master List

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“Damn it, admit it Rick. We’re lost!” You yell out in exasperation as Rick grumbles next to you, trying to read the damn GPS.

“It’s not my damn fault we have the shittiest equipment,” he stops in his tracks and looks up through the foliage of the trees before looking back at you, your face illuminated by the moonlight. Placing his backpack down, he digs through the various pockets before pulling out a hammock. 

“What are we gonna do with that?” Your question is sarcastic but Rick doesn’t make a fuss.

“Well it’s too dark to see anything so we’re just gonna have to camp out here,” he looks back at you when he senses your hesitancy. “That is unless you’re too chicken.” You roll your eyes at your lover as you gather some leaves and start a fire. Fortunately, the tropical climate of Brazil is warm enough that you guys don’t need any serious equipment to withstand the coolness of the evening, nothing can be said about the numerous bugs you feel crawling over your pants.

“Me? Chicken? Come on, Ricky. You know I never back down from a challenge. I’m just more worried about all these damn bugs.” Rick shrugs his shoulders as you stoke the fire, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you. You and Rick have been dating for years at this point and he still hasn’t asked you to marry him; so, with a ring in the pocket of your pants and the confidence to ask him, you thank God for this opportunity for just the two of you to be alone. Away from the squad and away from Waller. “I did have something I wanted to ask you, though.” Your fingers wrap around a cool gold band in your pocket but when you look up from poking the fire, you notice Rick on one knee, and a small box propped open in his hands, with a gold band and a shining diamond sitting between two blue velvet cushions. You look up to his face. “Rick?”

“So, I know we’ve been dating for a while now and I finally got the courage to propose to you. Will you, Lieutenant (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take me as yours and do me the honor of marrying me?” You can see the sweat drip down his forehead as he struggles to not fiddle with something to calm his nerves, and instead of giving him a response you giggle, causing his face to fall. “What’s so funny? Did I do something wrong?” He closes the box and moves to stand up, cheeks burning with embarrassment but you’re quick to grab onto him.

“No silly. You did nothing wrong, it’s just that I-” you pull out a band for him, yours and his anniversary date engraved on the band, “I had the same idea.” You sink to one knee and hold the ring out for him. “Will you, Colonel Rick Flag, marry your lieutenant?” A smile returns to his face as he takes the band from you and places it on his ring finger.

“Yes. As long as you accept my proposal.”

“Of course I’ll marry you,” you toss yourself into his arms, peppering his face with kisses as he chuckles, slipping your engagement ring on as you pull away, looking down at the two rings. “Damn, we must have some really in tune taste buds.” You and him exchange a look. “Harley.” “Harley.”

“By the way, we’re not really lost, I just wanted to get you out here alone.” You raise an eyebrow and look around the forest. 

“So you drag me out to the middle of the forest on purpose, knowing how much I hate bugs eating at me?” He puffs his chest out with a smile while you slap him lightly. “You’re lucky I love you, Flag”

“I am the luckiest man on the whole planet. That is a fact. Now how about we get some sleep?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” And you guys fall asleep in each others arms under the serenade of the night, oblivious to the hundreds of bug bites each of you will sustain from one night under the stars.

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[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

There was this tweet I saw like. Way too long ago. And it was shortly after another vaguely twitter big comic book fan posted about how Peacemaker was originally going to remember Crisis in the Never Materalized Keith Giffen Peacemaker mini/solo/oneshot (I forget which) so I think they got it from that but it was another vaguely twitter big comic book fan saying that if the DCEU gets rebooted Peacemaker should remember because "hes crazy" and I think about this so often. I think about it too much. He should remember because hes crazy. I fucking hate comic book fans dude we are horrible

#its like. #Like. HES NOT FUCKING D/EADPOO/L #I just hate it you know this assumption that because hes a mentally ill comic book character that should be used for shit like that like #every other insensitively written comic book villain with a mental illness #Like unlike most of them in the comics he has a Specific Real World Mental Disorder and though its like #never officially spelled out hes diagnosed like. come on. #He has schizophrenia. #And in the show he ends it having hallucinations that are clearly terrifying him #Like its so weird to me dude I could get it if he was written in that kind of way where its like #'oh yeah hes crazy so hes WHACKY' like De/ad/poo/l or whoever the hell but like #god it has never been that. Like hes always been ableist but its always been in that like 'this is soooo sad and he cant help it!' way #Ok sorry this is a strange rant my point is I hope that doesnt happen Ill fucking throw up #God Peacemaker's mental illness being used for fourth wall breaking references oh my GOD what a horrible fucking world #that would be. ok sorry. done.

[its-all-ineffable]

WIP tag & ask game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, and I'II post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

Thanks for tagging me @thefairylights!💖 Just a warning, I have SO MANY WIPs it's insane!

'Cause we were born to be the pawn, In every lover's game (AMC IWTV, part of my current fic series Mastermind)

My high hopes are getting low (Stranger Things)

Come down to the Black Sea, swimming with me (The Batman 2022)

Fem!Bruce & Titans fic (HBO Titans)

ZSJL found family fic (Zack Snyder's Justice League/DCEU)

Dream and Johanna oneshot (The Sandman netflix)

Thomas finds Anna fic (Downton Abbey)

IT Chapter 2 fix-it (IT 2019)

Justice League x Titans crossover (DCEU and HBOTitans)

Lois x Clark fic (DCEU)

TFATWS Ep 4 fix-it (MCU/The Falcon & The Winter Soldier)

Sanders Sides fic SvS Redux (Sanders Sides)

Star Trek Beyond fic (Star Trek AOS)

TUA mother fic (The Umbrella Academy)

TUA series 1 fix-it (The Umbrella Academy)

X-Men FC & TUA crossover (X-Men First Class & The Umbrella Academy)

X-Men FC fix-it: beach divorce (X-Men First Class)

X-Men FC fix-it: kids are saved (X-Men First Class)

Tagging (no pressure) @xstick-noodlesx @mxliv-oftheendless @peacockfeatherbookmarks @theredrenard @fandom-star @echosilverwolf @lazulibundtcake @rockingrobin69 @scarlct-vvitch @theimprobabledreamer @navajolovesdestiel and anyone else who wants to send an ask or talk about their WIPs!

[feather-writes-shenanigans]

feather's writing info.

as i've said in my introduction, i'll mostly be using this blog for my fanfic! i tend to cycle between fandoms, so this post will be updated regularly with new information.

requests are open! (i may take some time to finish them)

i am happy to write:

fluff.

angst.

reader-inserts.

suggestive (but no full nsfw yet).

headcanons/imagines.

oneshots.

i would prefer not to write:

canon character ships, they're just not my jam. i will make exceptions for certain ships only.

hyper specific reader-inserts, at some point it just turns into writing someone else's oc, and while that's quite fun, i'd rather stick to my own ocs here.

hardcore smut. some light suggestive stuff is okay, but i do not want to publish smut on here yet. please do not request it, i will delete your ask.

with all that out of the way, onto my fandoms!

current:

dc comics (arkhamverse, young justice, dceu, dcau).

the hellboy/bprd comics.

star wars (excluding legends content).

mass effect (both the trilogy and andromeda).

dune (recent movies only, for now).

baldur's gate 3

past:

the mcu.

the inkworld trilogy.

star trek.

the princess bride.

lord of the rings/the hobbit (both movies and books).

hazbin hotel/helluva boss.

team fortress 2.

mad max: fury road.

six of crows/shadow and bone.

kekkai sensen (anime only).

i will write for characters in all of these fandoms, but my current ones are the fandoms i'll be most excited about! don't be shy about requesting an older fandom, they all still have a special place in my heart. on the subject of characters: i'm fairly open about writing for everyone in a piece of media, as long as i have a good grasp of their character. if you request someone i'm not too familiar with, your request might take a while to be completed, as i'll be brushing up on their backstory and personality. my favourite characters to write for are here.

and yeah, that's about it for now. just while i'm settling in, requests are only open for headcanons (so go ahead and ask for them), and i'll re-reblog this whever i update it. thanks for reading!

#feather speaks #feather writes

[bisexualfurry03]

I think you'd like this story: "Bisexual Male Reader Oneshots" by Mexicanmustache900 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/247052086?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Mexicanmustache900&wp_originator=aIxn43v5mBFiLq4pEhNyxDAWXNcyRjS5RQIUOX2mN%2FzaRMPg4EB%2BjzB6qqLR7pAVMJ6qbTSo79CAWlBdlYNyV%2FWbpvhu5%2BN2o%2BNEO1FfxFZGpgnGoBnXgEzsTrkPN3zw

4 chapters are complete. The rest is a work in progress.

[xoxo-mylove]

Her Little Raven

(Al’Ghul!Reader x Damian Wayne)

*EDITED*

Word count: 4,664

Synopsis: Where Damian Wayne has an older sister. A sister that after being on a six month long mission, comes home to see her brother not waiting for her. A sister who is pissed off and on her way to Gotham. 

Warning: Swear words, angst, and Al’Ghul bullshit

AHHHHHHH I'm starting a new trope!! An Al’Ghul!Reader series will be a constant on this page. I was rewatching “Son Of Batman” and was just imagining Damian and how he would be absolutely soft for his older sister. This is the first one-shot for this series, so feel free to send me ideas for this trope :))

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You were finally on your way home. After completing your six month mission you were coming home. Grandfather had burdened you with the task of tailing a traitor in the League. Your job was to be partners with the mole and go on missions together. 

You were supposed to feel out if he truly was a traitor. During your six month mission you both got close. Not in the romantic sense. Oh no, definitely not in that sense. He was a great partner. He had your back in every situation, every challenge you both faced, every thing you both went through, you did it together. 

You started to see him as a friend. You were getting attached. Something you've been told since birth NOT TO DO. Yet during those months he became your friend. You’ve been relaying information towards your grandfather about your opinion on his character. Whether you truly thought him to turn or not.

 In the beginning you knew he was. You could tell. 

His insentient need to know what was happening, when it was happening, and why. It was obvious. Yet when it came to relaying the information back to Ra’s you lied. You lied because he was your friend. Your first friend. 

Yet your grandfather was still suspicious. That’s why the mission took so long, you were told to keep looking, keep searching, find something that beams in red lights that he was the traitor. 

Five months in on your mission with Theodore is when you got the letter. You've gotten it many times. You've gotten it multiple times for multiple different people and this time you knew who the letter was for. It was the first time you heart seized in your chest. Like blood pumping out of your heart knew what was happening, knew how it affected you.

 The big red letters. 

TERMINATE. 

That was it. You knew what you had to do.

Theodore was out on recon, he was supposed to come back to your guy’s apartment soon. You had everything ready. You had the knife hidden between the couch cushions. snug, you could see it gleam from the moonlight. You know what you were going to do was wrong. Fuck if he found out you’re sure he would kill you. But, you didn't care. 

The door opens and you spine straightens. Your back is to him so you hear his annoying cheery voice greet you. 

“Hey! Y/N, man was it crazy out there, Ra’s was right. They’re def-” he stops his words and you turn your head looking at him with a blank face. “Whats wrong?”

 the genuine concern hurts. It hurts because you know what you’re about to do. “I need to speak with you Theo” 

Thats what lets him know what's wrong. He’s been trying to get you to call him by that for months but no matter what you always used Theodore. He walks quickly towards the couch and sits. “Whats up” yes, it took you a while to get used to his laid back way of speaking, you find it endearing now. 

“I need to tell you something.” So that’s what you did. You explain for hours about what you did. He gets angry. Very angry. It’s when you ask him the question that makes him look at you with a blank face. The face of an assassin. His body become tense, ready to fight you, again it’s funny. Funny because you both know who’ll win.

 “If I tell you the truth, what does that mean for me?” Such a loaded question. Such a hard question that had you worried for months. You know what you'd do, he just won’t like it. 

“Either answer you give me Theodore will end in you walking away.” 

The shocked expression on his face is almost laughable. You feel your lips curl up. “Wh- what do you mean? You're saying you're not gonna kill me Y/N?”

 “No, I'm not going to hurt you Theodore.” 

“Why?” he asks with that smile. He smiles because he knows. Your actually regretting what you said now. 

“Why Y/N? is it because you love me?” he says with a mocking tone and a smile.

 You shake your head this is ridiculous. Absolutely absurd. “No Theodore, it’s because.....you’re my friend.” You finally get out. He’s your friend and you don't want him to die.

 He’s your friend and he should be freed from this life. This life that burdens him, you, your baby brother. This way of life that brings nothing but destruction and chaos. 

Theodore doesn’t deserve that. Not one bit. He deserves to smile all the time, to make everyone’s life brighter as much as he’s made yours.

 “You’re my friend too Y/N. I love you.” He said with a huge smile, you in return give him a small one.

 “What’s the plan?” 

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Theodore is running away. You're helping him, he tried to convince you to come with him. To run away and cause hell. Together.

We’ll be double trouble Y/N! c’mon! 

It has you smiling, because that’s what he deserves. To cause hell and live a long happy life. But, you'll just be a chapter in his. Someone he’ll tell his kids about in the future, when he’s reminiscing about “old times” 

He’s the type to do that you think. Get happy over nostalgic things, you can picture him. Old, smiling, happy, telling his kids all about his life. It fits him. Not, you though, your future is with your brother. By his side. Always. 

You use the knife hidden in the couch to slice his arm. You need evidence of Theodore’s death and the blood of the person you are supposed to kill is confirmation enough. You both travel to California. God, what a horrible place. The air is polluted with sun and happiness. Totally works for someone like Theodore. 

Like the assassin he is, he knows to stay out of trouble. Knows to keep quiet. You leave him there with your dagger. A parting gift. On your way home you think about if you will ever see him again. Hear from him somehow, It brings a smile to your face because you know you won't see each other. And that alone puts you at ease.

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 You’ve finally made it home. If you can even can call it that. You enter the sanctum, walk through the halls making your way up to see your mother waiting for you…..alone. Where's Damian? “It’s been so long my dear.” She greets you as she rests her hand on your cheek.

 “Yes, it has, I've completed my mission Mother, where is Grandfather?” I see her eyes trail away from mine. something happened. Where’s Damian?

You can't see Damian until your dismissed from your Grandfather. “Beloved, Your Grandfather was killed.” Those five words have your eyes bulging. reeling away from her in disbelief. No, there's no possible way your Grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul, Leader of the League of Assassins is dead. “Mother.. I- where's Damian?” you can't deal with that right now. You need to see your brother.

 You see her eyes trail away from you again. And your heart drops, it twists, it squeezes in your chest. No, no, no, no, absolutely not. Your Mother sees your pained expression. and she quickly reaches for you, Grabbing onto your face. “OH! oh! gods no, Y/N your brother has not suffered the same fate as your Grandfather.” Gods you can finally breathe again. 

You look up at her again because, if your brother is not dead than something else happened. That has you internally panicking again. “Then what has happened mother?”

silence.

You want to kill her. You clench your jaw and ask again. “Where is Damian?” you snap. 

“Damian is with his father.” Blood drains from your face.

 Your brother is thousands and thousands of miles away from you. In Gotham. You’re actually going to kill her. Your body feels hot, the anger is clear on your face because your mother speaks again. Big mistake. “A boy needs his father Y/N. Bruce was happy to take him in. He’s thriving in that environment. He’s training under Batman. He will be back soon. Stop crying.” She speaks in her usual dismissive tone. Like the thought of her son being away from her wasn’t at all concerning.

Like it didn’t affect her.

Like you were overreacting!

You school your expression back into your emotionless mask and stare disappointedly at her.

It’s done you know where he is. You don't spare her another look. You turn on your heels of your feet and walk out of the place, you were so desperate to come back too.

 Your brother is in Gotham City. 

You’ll see him soon.

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Gotham City. When you were little, before Damian was even a thought running through your sadistic mother’s mind....you remember coming here with your Grandfather. 

“Cities like this Y/N, are the places that are in need of our help.” 

“The citizens of Gotham are fools. Thinking their precious vigilantes are going to save them from the scum that run about. Eradicating all of it is the only way. Soon they will come to see it.” 

You remember how bright the sunset was that day, almost as if proving your Grandfather wrong with his opinion of the city. If a city so polluted and needing of the League's help, how could it produce something so beautiful and as innocent as a sunset.

You know now your grandfather’s opinion was bullshit. That the world needs vigilantes. Especially Gotham City. But you were too blinded by anger to praise Batman and his wards at the moment. He has Damian. Bruce Wayne has suddenly decided to play daddy to your little brother. As far as your concerned, the only suitable parental figure in Damian’s life has been you, and that’s not about to change.

 Your brother does not need to be gallivanting in an insipid yellow and green costume in the night. Damian deserves to be a kid. A life you were sure he was going to live when you came back from your mission. You both were going to run away from the sanctum and you were finally going to release Damian from your Mother and Grandfather’s evil clutches, but it seems that Damian has traded a dangerous life for another.

It was easy to get into WE undetected. Shitty security for the company that belongs to the Batman, but you guess having high level security might raise some eyebrows. 

You hear his voice running through your ears from the bug you planted at the end of the hallway. “Yes, Dorris I unfortunately cannot make it that evening.” You hear his footsteps come closer. You look out towards the window relaxing back into his seat. His voice booms from outside the door. 

“Yes....yes I do-” his voice halts once he opens  the door. You would’ve thought he might of known someone was in his office before. Someones getting old, you think smugly. “Im afraid I'm going to have to call you back Dorris.” he closes the door and sets his coat down. “Yes, you too” he sighs and you hear the phone hang up.

 “What do you need Talia?” Hmph. Your mother is who he thinks is in his seat. Funny. You spin the chair away from the view facing towards him. If you didn't know this man was Batman, you would've thought he was crazy for not giving you more of a reaction other than his breath hitching.

 “Y/N.....What are you doing here?” He asks in his usual monotone voice. Anger sparked again within you.

 “Damian.”

 One word that has him bowing his head in understanding. He opens his mouth to speak again, you beat him to it. “Imagine my surprise” you get up from his seat and walk in front of his desk. “When I come home from a six month long mission to find my brother not there.” you perch up on the desk and stare him down with fury in your eyes. 

“That my brother is now living in Gotham City with his father and the rest of the Robins.” You watch as he walks towards his windows and stares out into the distance. His blatant hesitance to answer your question has you regretting coming here first. 

“Your brother is under my care now yes. But I assure you Y/N he is thriving here. You don-” You whip your entire body toward him and advance to his side before he can blink. 

“I DIDN’T ASK IF HE WAS THRIVING HERE BRUCE!” 

You let it get the best of you. You close your eyes and ask the question you've been trying to avoid thinking about on your way here. The question that seems to cause even more weight on your heart when Bruce didn't seem glad to see you, almost hating what you were here for. If Damian was happy? 

You look at him in the eyes and ask it “Is he... Is he happy here?”

 “Y/N-” 

“Disregarding the vigilante work I know he’s doing, his studies, or his progress in training.....is he happy here?” It hurts, god it hurst to ask but you need to know. That he’s finally living out the life he should, just not with you.

 “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

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The drive to Wayne Manor is silent. You didn't expect anything more, neither did Bruce but you secretly hoped he would mention Damian again. You were too afraid to ask. So you went for the safe option, Alfred. 

“How’s Alfred?” you see him glance at you through the corner of his eye. “Fine, never stops telling me I should take more days off.”

 “You should listen” Poor old man, constantly in the vicinity of men in costumes with their insistent need for vigilante work. You truly don't know how he does it. 

“Yeah. I really should.” Silence stretches between you two before he speaks. “And your mother?” 

Your eyes narrow beneath your shades. “Still breathing.....unfortunately” 

He huffs out a laugh and it has your eyes relaxing from their angered state. You see the ETA to be 10 minutes, he couldn’t drive any faster? 

“You and your brother both share the same violent tendencies I see” 

“You have your baby mama and Ra’s to thank for that.” You almost gag at the words you just used to describe your mother, Screw you Theodore for making me watch that horrible excuse of television called reality TV. 

Your words shock Bruce too it seems because he releases a loud laugh this time. He smiles and take his eyes off the road to meet yours. “It seems that six month mission you’ve just returned from wasn’t all that bad.”

You smile at the reminder of your friend. “Yes, It wasn't all that bad..” You break eye contact to see the Manor come into view. 

You’re reminded of why you're here. And you don’t know if you want to puke from excitement or of nervousness. Bruce takes notice of your uneasy expression because once he parks and turns off the car he turns to you. 

“There is no need to be nervous, I don't think your arrival will cause Damian to be upset, the opposite actually. All he did when he first came here was brag to the kids about his older sister.” His attempt at reassuring you is appreciated, but you don't let him know that. 

“Where is he?” You ask the question softly this time. “The cave.”

You walk behind Bruce into the Manor. Gives you time to admire his home. Admire the warmth that stems from it. Warmth that Damian deserves to live in. That you know he’s happy living in.

 “A guest Sir?” Alfreds voice bring you out of your thoughts and you turn your body reveling you identity to the man. The obvious shock in his face is clear.

Bruce’s voice breaks the staring contest between you too. “Damian is training right Alfred?”

 “Yes......yes, of course sir he’s sparring with Master Tim.” Timothy Jackson Drake. The robin to come after Todd, Truly a suitable opponent for your brother. 

“I tried to persuading Master Damian to take break but it seems Master Jason and Master Dick egged him on with continuing.” They all seem to have formed a relationship. It causes a sting in your eyes.

Bruce and Alfred seem to notice your silent state, gods you need to stop being vulnerable in front of him. Though you can’t help it with Damian, he’s your one weakness.

 “Though, I know Damian would be exceptionally happy to see you Lady Y/N.” He says with such a warm smile. You smile back and look towards Bruce, obvious want in your eyes to see your brother.

 You both bid Alfred a goodbye and make your way into his study. Such a cliche you think snidely, a secret opening. Theodore would love this.

You nervousness is obvious and your palms are sweating. You both slowly make it down the step into the cave. You can't help but marvel at the architecture and complexity of the cave. 

You both walk towards the balcony and overlook the railing to see him.

  Damian.

He’s obviously grown since you last saw him. And it causes a lump to form in your throat. You see him sparring with who you assume is Tim and you admire their flow. The way they both anticipate their next moves.

 The way Tim matches his skills to Damian’s. And the way Damian doesn't train to harm anymore. 

It almost looks like he’s having fun. It has you smiling through watery eyes. He’s happy. 

The way he shines from Jason and Dick’s cheering. The way instead of anger and hatred painting his face its smugness and a hint of playfulness.

 “C’mon Drake just accept defeat from the 11 year old.” 

His voice. The obvious hint of teasing coating his voice makes your smile brighter. “Shut up Damian, once I win you will be taking over my section of patrol for a week.” Damian groans and rolls his eyes.

 “Yeah! c’mon short stack you don’t want to end up patrolling the fast food area do ya?” Jason tells him mockingly.

 “Yeah little wing is right bud” That has Jason narrowing his eyes towards Dick. “Nothing happens there. Only your handful of crazies who get angry when the workers get their order wrong.” 

That seems to drive Damian more because he's now in facing the side of Tim. Conveniently facing the railing you and Bruce are overlooking from. Because he notices Bruce’s presence out the corner of his eye and then yours. And you swear one your eyes connect you know what decision you’ll make.

 Damian dose a double take and freezes. You see his eyes widen and his shock and disbelief paint his face. “ `ukht ” 

His sudden frozen state has Dick and Jason following his eyes sight to where you're standing. You feel the shock from them too, but can’t find the need to care. 

You keep eye contact with Damian and the relief that envelops you when his face starts to light up and a smile str- 

“OOF!” 

Before any of you can blink Tim tackles Damian to the ground. He’s straddling Damian with his hands shot up in the air, a large smile painted across his face, his stance radiating victory.

 “AHHH! AH HA! I WON! I WON ! YOU LOOSE! HAHA YOU HAVE TO WOAH-” 

Damian throws Tim off him and quickly stumbles off the ground and races up the stairs to you. “Y/N” he whispers under his breath.

 “Y/N HA! AHH SISTER!” his obvious excitement and joy to see you has you racing to meet him halfway the balcony. 

Smiles both painting your faces you catch him as he crashes into you, bringing you to your knees almost falling to the floor. You giggle like a maniac with him in your arms. His long skinny arms wrapping around your neck, clinging to you tightly almost like he can't believe you're here. 

You're not any better either, grasping the back of his head with your right hand and perching your chin on top of his ebony hair. “My little raven, how I've missed you” your voice seems to do something to him because he squeezes you harder and digs his face into the crook of your neck. 

You start to pull back wanting to see his face up close, when you feel him grasp your shirt between his hands and pull you back. You feel wetness on the side of your neck and you just pull him tighter against you. 

Oh. Oh your baby brother is the epitome of sweetness is your eyes. 

“You’re really here” he whispers against your ear. Almost scared like if he’s any louder you’ll disappear. “Yes, yes I'm here Dami” He stays nestled in your arms for a little bit. Relishing in the closeness he’s missed. You don't mind. you’ve been longing to see him since you were sent off on the mission. You let him decide when you part from your embrace and when your (YEC) eyes connect with his brilliant green. You both smile bright. 

“Oh! I've seen you lost some baby teeth since I've been gone!” Your words cause a red tint to bloom across his cheeks, he rolls his eyes with smile “Shut up Y/N!” he says annoyed. 

“Hey! That’s no way to treat your sister who’s traveled thousands of miles to see her little baby brother!” You say with a laugh. That seems to cause another smile break out across his face and he tucks his head into your neck again. You laugh and squeeze him tight against you. So glad that he’s happy to see you. So happy he didn't forget you. 

“Ummm Am I dreaming or is little gremlin smiling?” You turn your head with Damian still resting his face in your neck towards the voice to see Tim sprawled out of the mat where looking up towards you two with shock and awe coating his face. 

Seriously who are you? And why is a brat like Damian that happy to see you! If you would’ve heard his thoughts, maybe you wouldn't have mad at the name he used to call your brother. Damian is no gremlin! (okay you know he totally is) 

Tim’s question does bring you back to the fact that you have an audience. You also notice Dick and Jason looking at you too with cautious eyes but smiles, and Bruce looking at you both with a certain fondness in his eyes.

“I think the boys are done with training. How about we discuss this over dinner?”

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Having dinner with the batboys as you decided to call them was........ a treat? Their loud but funny personality's had you smiling and laughing during the entire night and Damian clinging to you the entire dinner catching you up all six month you missed was the best part.

 Once Bruce explained who you were to Tim and explained why you caused such a huge reaction from Damian, he went from awe to immediate suspicion, it seems that your relation with the League left him cautious. Understandable, you think and you had no problem with easing his worries with your own explanation but Damian took offense to his suspicion of you.

 “Don't you dare look at my sister like that Drake! She does not need to explain herself to you or anyone else! She will stay as long as she likes and you will do well to welcome her here, or so help me Drake I'll make you wish you decided to bite your tongue!” That certainly caused an awkwardness to hang in the air but Tim immediately apologized seeing Damian’s very real anger and expressed his apology if he made you uncomfortable and his genuine sincerity and concern reminded you of Theodore, and even if you got off on the wrong foot you decided you liked Tim very much.

 You won over Jason when he found out how you reveled yourself to Bruce at WE. 

“Oh! that's so good! Please he thought you were Talia” His loud exaggerated laugh had you smiling confusedly. You could see Bruce rolling his eyes and grumbling under his breath. You suddenly understood the dynamic between the two. “God what I would’ve paid to see his face when you revealed who you were I can-” His words get cut off from his own howling laughter. “Shut up Todd! You're scaring my sister with your monstrosity of a laugh.” 

Once you mention the ride to manor and your conversation you two shared about calling Talia a “baby mama” Dick chokes on his food and immediately makes the connection of reality TV. “You watch Reality TV?!? Huh. who would’ve thought Talia can produce children with actual humor” His snide comment about your mother is laughed at by you “Yes, a friend of mine forced me to watch and I have to say the vulgar things exchanged between the people on camera had me reeling from shock, I think it’s probably rubbed off on me a bit too much” 

The rest of the night is filled with laughs and you have to say you understand now. 

Damian belongs here. 

He needs to be here. And as much as it hurts knowing you aren't the only important person in his life anymore, you can't help but beam internally of happiness.

 If anyone deserves to be happy it’s your brother. And the life he’s grown to know here is something that he is the utmost deserving of.

 After helping Alfred clear the table, you ask Bruce if you could talk to Damian alone for a while. He knows what you’ve decided and he knows how happy it will make Damian. You’re glad that he approves, as much as you respected Bruce his approval wasn’t needed but it was appreciated.

Damian brings you outside, he says it's the best place for important things to be discussed. You can't help but agree once you've made it outside because the calmness that consumes you helps.

 You’re both sitting on a stone bench when he speaks first. “You’re going back?......Are you not?” his words have you stunned in silence they're spoken with such sadness and heartbreak.

 How could...how could he think you’d leave? Now that- 

“I'm coming with you!” Damian yells.

“Damian no that-” you hurriedly try to explain,

 He stands up from the bench, visibly determined to not let you get a word in.“No Y/N if you’re leaving I'm coming with. I don't want to not see you again sister and if you have to go back I'll go back with you!” 

You blow out a breath and smile up at him. “Oh, Damian I'm not going back to the League.” 

“And I will- wait! Wait you're not leaving?” He asks with a confused tilt of his head.

You smile and shake you head, “No Damian I'm not.” It’s now his turn to be stunned into silence. You suppose you owe him an explanation. 

“Damian, this life you’ve built, the progress you’ve made it’s extraordinary! You don’t understand how incredibly proud I am of you. This life you’ve grown in too is all I have ever wanted for you Damian.”

 “I don't understand this sounds like a good bye!”

 “You haven't let me finished Dami.” You scold him lightly.

 “Sorry.” he says sheepishly. You let out chuckle before continuing.

“You’ve inspired me my little raven.” The sudden confusion painting his face makes you swell with pride.

“Not only have you changed Damian but so have I. My six month long mission has opened my eyes on so many things and made me change as a person also. I’m staying here with you Damian.” 

His face lights up and he smiles. Practically jumping in his seat. “Not here!” his face falls confused yet again, oh shit.

 “No! No, I mean not the manor but Gotham. I’m staying here in Gotham.” Relief floods his entire face but also disappointment. 

“I’m staying here Damian, but I need to have my own apartment” It’s adorable to see his pout.

 “But!”

“No buts Dami.” he looks off to the side. “I love you my little raven and this is not about me not wanting to be living with you but I need to have my own place. I am a grown adult. You understand that part right” 

“Yeah, I guess” he says annoyed. Your brother is the epitome of sweetness.

 “Come here.” you say opening you arms.

He looks up at you and smiles and wraps his arms around your neck, tucking his face underneath your chin. Holding him there you can’t help but ask, “You mad at me my love?” 

“No! No, never sister it’s just I wish you could live here in Father’s manor. Although I understand why you choose to find your own place here in Gotham. I’m just happy you're not leaving.” 

“Me too Dami, me too” 

You both look out the garden together, basking in the comfortable silence and welcoming the cool breeze blowing through your hair. Enjoying each other’s company, making up for all the time that you lost.

 “But you’re staying here with Father and I until we find you a suitable enough home.” He says firmly. In a way that you know his decision is not budging.

Yes, how could you forget. Apartment hunting. You can't wait for Damian to reject every apartment you see. “Of course Dami.” 

“I love you Y/N” your heart warms. This is exactly where you’re supposed to be. You’re happy. You're free. But most importantly, Damian is happy and he’s finally free. With your arms around your little brother and head perched on top of his head, You're ready. “I love you too my little raven, more than you could ever know.”

OH.MY.GOD. I am SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY!!!

This story has been in my drafts for two weeks and I think this is one of my favorite things I've ever written. I can't wait to write more about Al’Ghul!Yn and I have so many ideas for her YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND!

Hope y’all enjoyed! Feedback is always appreciated! - Yella <3

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re: tags on lrb

thinking abt the journey and a half my DC hyperfixation has been.

I was a DCAU only girlie for so long. (BTAS, Batman Beyond, Teen Titans, YJtv, GLtv). I enjoyed the DCEU too, but i was WAY too wrapped up in MCU brain-rot to dive too deeply into those. But that was it. Zero interest in comics themselves as a lil squirt.

Eventually I stopped caring abt the DCEU entirely. (around WW’84, tho it had nothing to do with that movie, i just never saw it — and didnt see any of the movies that came after). And got WAY into Marvel™. And i kinda just rode that wave.

When Marvel started branching out into shows i was HYPED — esp since they started that shit off with WandVision. I’d always loved Wanda, and the fact that they brought Billy and Tommy in was all i needed to push me into reading comics

i tore through the young avengers (UGH i miss them <;/3), and other titles associated with them, and was having a blast. At some point around the season finale of Loki (good show, this was just also how the cookie crumbled) I just fell off Marvel in general. A lot of this probably had to do with school ramping up around this time — but i stopped reading comics & watching their shows and movies almost entirely.

Around this time tho, bc i Missed reading comics — i started reading webcomics. And as much as i enjoyed reading Marvel comics for that short period of time, webcomics were what made me fall in love with Comics™ as a medium.

6th semester ended, i was elbows deep in world building for my own webcomic project, and started watching anime while working on it. Again, anime was always one of those things i enjoyed (Digimon, Sailor Moon, and Pokémon were some of the most influential pieces of media in my entire childhood), but my love for it as an art form was really solidified during this time

[side note: can you Tell i was dealing with art school shit during all of this? couldn’t turn the critique brain off literally Ever, so anything i enjoyed got put under the art student lens]

But my interest in anime stayed entirely on the animated side of things for a Long Ass Time. It wasn’t until Jujutsu Kaisen that i got shoved headlong into manga. God that stupid fucking anime changed my life, ANYWAY.

I finished the anime (umm maybe like. 5 times), and then HAD to know what happened next. So i devoured the manga. Every spare moment i had was spent reading it, until i was Done. then i was like orz. what do u do now ??

The answer was do the exact same thing with Demon Slayer. which was ALSO a life changing experience. read 鬼滅の刃 pls pls pls

Now. When i finished KNY, i was also like *head in hands* how do i even keep on living?? But this was also while working on my thesis project, and still doing a lot of work on the side as far as my own comic was concerned. (like… 60k words worth of world building & drafting scripts + designing characters), so its not like i had all that much free time.

anyway — i finished up my 8th semester, and barely gave myself a chance to breathe before i threw myself into working on my comic practically full time.

I was working on a one shot to submit to a contest for Webtoon, and they were asking for a pretty substantial amount of content (60+ panel Action comic one shot. and I, as always, love to make things harder on myself, so i think in one of the later drafts it ended up having over 100 panels).

needless to say, i Did Not finish the oneshot in time (its still not done to this day T~T i’ll come back for you forge, dont worry). But, toward the end of that… 3 month span of feverishly working on this project, i found myself falling in love with DC all over again.

I mentioned YJtv before, but that show was Also something that changed my life as a 10 year old.

(its really funny to think about that show now & how it’s release date lines up with the beginning of the N52 continuity, and how both the show & that particular reboot are so strongly disliked by a vast majority of DC’s fanbase — but thats a post for another day)

I’ve rewatched the show at least once a year since my roommate let me start using their HBOMax login. I know seasons 1 and 2 like the back of my hand bc of how much i watched them growing up, and i like season three well enough. But the thing was that on this unsuspecting summer night, i was about to discover that there were New Episodes.

Dude i was hyped, i was losing my shit. I had resigned myself to the knowledge that this show was never coming back. I was okay with it too. But here it was, alive and kicking after what felt like forever.

Heres the thing tho. They killed off Kon.

okay not really, but at the Time boy boy was Dead, and i was devastated. Thats My Boy. He had been my favorite character from the jump, and i did not know how to process him being gone. So i took a break from the show, and turned to ao3 instead.

At this point i was Not an avid fic reader. I wasn’t an avid reader period – outside of manga – but i had read a few really good fics recommended to my by some of my JJK pals. So i looked at the Kon-El | Conner Kent character tag on ao3 and just scrolled until i found something interesting.

In this case: a Timkon fic (this one in particular).

I knew who Tim was before this (He shows up in YJtv. He's there in BTAS), but I had never thought about him and Kon as... anything really. In the versions of them i was familiar with, they don't interact all that much. They're from different generations of heroes, but i was like, hey, what the hell this sounds cute. And man oh man, it was all down hill from there.

I read more TimKon fic, and just fell in love with them. But i was also... confused. Like... why do these two guys have such a robust fanbase... wheres the link.

THAT is what pushed me to start reading Detective Comics Comics for the first time. I wanted to get to know these guys For Real, and the only way to do that was by digging into the source material.

This post is So long oh shit. I have thoughts about How I got to know the kiddos & how the comics i read (as well as the order i read them in) have influenced my understandings of these little guys. But i think thats a post for another day. I have other things to do than write out a post about my media consumption habits

o7 signing off.

#𓆟 #fish food #this actually feels like Such a Blog post lol #just realized i copied over a portion of this post i had sitting in my clipboard so i could add my '𓆟' tag... #oh welllll the thoughts are still in my head #i can add them to this later i Guess

[mermaidfantasy05]

Teen Heroes Masterlist

Started: 12/28/22

Updated: 1/23/23

Status: Ongoing

Ao3

Description: Teen Heroes is a series that combines four series on my Ao3 account that I was writing for the other Fandoms I'm in combined with the MCU and DCU (Well, they're still trying to get their legs under them so I guess it'll mostly be the DCAU, the video games and the characters from the old DCEU before James Gunn stepped on board as well as the characters that are still left in the DCEU after James Gunn took over).

The series From My Ao3 Account Involved In This Series:

Ninjago (Which Will Hopefully Be An Anime One Day)

World Of Light

The Little Club Adventures

No Matter What Your DNA Is, You're A Hero

I am basically rewriting all these series through this one. Because the original ones are...... meh.

Warnings: This series is going to get Riverdale and The Amazing World of Gumball levels of crazy. There will be many hijinks, wacky adventures, chaos, (hopefully a lot of laughs) and dimensional travel. So if crazy, off the rails (and sometimes emotional) adventures with bleeding heart (I mean this in a positive way), super-powered teenagers are your thing, you've come to the right place. There will also more than likely be crackfics. Lots of them. Memes too. Whole stories dedicated to them.

Notes:

The Timeline is also more than likely fucked. I make references to media that shouldn't even exist yet by the MCU's timeline and some characters are younger than they should be (Like Jason) while still having their backstories (Like Jason). All in all, the timeline is fucked, nothing matters, characters (like Carol and The Guardians) show up way before they're supposed to but we're gonna ignore it all in the spirit of fun.

P.S. when I say nothing matters, I mean canon. Canon doesn't exist in this series, we're all just along for the ride. Welcome to fanfiction, baby! Hope you all enjoy this goofy, sometimes serious, sometimes emotional, sometimes utterly ridiculous series!

P.P.S This series is also gonna be full of original characters. Lots of them. And running gags, brick jokes, theater references, musical references, movie references, and tons of other references! Fanfiction, woooooo!!!!!

P.P.P.S Civil War did not happen. Everyone's braincells turned back online and they talked things out like ADULTS!!! Also, NO ONE IS DYING!! Tony's not dying, Vision's not dying, Pietro didn't die (and will continue not to), Natasha won't die, Gamora won't die, Loki also will not die (to everyone's eternal suffering), Coulson also didn't die, Steve's not gonna go gallivant around in the 40's and Aunt May WILL NOT DIE AND I WILL FIGHT ANYONE THAT SUGGESTS IT!!!! That is all.

P.P.P.P.S Also the Sony-verse is part of this. Which means Eddie the living human disaster fire will show up and become "The Hobo Uncle". Venom will be "Fun Uncle".

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Main Stories

The Girl & The Spider

Peter Parker hadn't really been expecting to find a girl breaking into Mr. Delmar's Bodega. Especially not for her backpack that she left behind. He especially didn't expect her to run away from him in fear either. Confused by the girl's reaction, Peter goes back on patrol only to run into her again on a rooftop, drawing. Curious, Peter manages to strike up a conversation with the girl (without her trying to run away from him again) and gets to know a little bit about her. The next day, Peter learns that the girl is a transfer student at Midtown as part of a new program the school is trying and that she's there for six weeks as per the program's rules. As Peter gets to know the girl more, he finds that he's starting to fall in love with her. But he has the nagging feeling that she's hiding something.....

Oneshots, Crackfics, Stories Inspired By Memes or Video Skits I've seen On YouTube Or Inspired By Cartoons I've watched

Multiverse Shenanigans & Adventures

AUs

Movie Adventures

Video Game Adventures

Book Adventures

Adventures In The Simulation Room

Chatfics, Texts, Incorrect Quotes & General Mayhem

#mcu fandom #original character #dc universe #video game characters #mayhem #peter parker x oc

[locke-writes]

Shattered

Author: locke-writes

Title: Shattered

Prompt: Do you love me? I have to know. x Arthur Curry For: @moonlit-imagines​ writing challenge

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,966

Tag List: @lotsoffandomrecs​ / ask to be added

There was a rift between you and Arthur. There was no telling how long it had been there or when it started to grow but it was there and you refused to acknowledge it which hurt Arthur nearly as much as the idea that he was the cause of it did. He wondered if you refused to acknowledge the fact that the two of you were drifting apart because you didn't want to admit it or perhaps because you didn't see it. Although he wondered how you couldn't see it.

It was meant to be simple, all of it was meant to be simple. At the beginning it was just you and Arthur, no one else, nothing else. He knew that he was Atlantean and this was something he shared with you although he'd thought he'd never go there, never live to see the home that belonged to half of him. And then suddenly he was needed, suddenly he had to leave for a place he knew little of.

When he returned, he was king. Then it was no longer just you and Arthur, it became you, Arthur, and an entire kingdom that you may never get to see.

He worried that you'd leave after his coronation. He worried because he was unable to fathom any way that you could stay when there was knowledge that he'd be back and forth across land and sea. But you loved him. That's what you had told him, that you loved him and you would willingly lend him to the sea, to Atlantis, as long as you had a promise of his return.

The promise was easily given but not easily kept and Arthur supposed that this was the beginning of the drift. Or maybe was it the beginning of an end he couldn't see coming, he didn't know.

For a time it was you, Arthur, and Atlantis. And then Bruce Wayne arrived, and then he was called for another greater purpose.

You were his excuse to Bruce for not joining at first, you were the reason he wasn't going to join. Because he had to talk to you, because he didn't want to just leave you high and dry. Bruce claimed to understand then watched Arthur as he questioned you, revealed all that was occurring and what he was being asked to do. He played it up, he knew it was exaggerated but he wanted you to see what he was trying to convey.

Arthur wondered if you could see it in his eyes, see that he was pleading with you to ask him to stay, If you did see this, you chose to ignore it and instead urge him to join. The world needed him and you would not keep him from the world. Arthur wondered if he would be seen as a coward if he retreated to Atlantis instead of leaving with Bruce but he knew that if he was being asked to go then he must.

He would be split into pieces, he would leave just a part of himself with you. Some of his thoughts would be with you, some with Atlantis, some with the Justice League, and only a small bit would be for him and him alone. He hated it, he longed for the days that seemed decades ago when it was you and he against the world.

He didn't dare speak with his mother on the subject although he knew that she had gone through worse than he had. She had been reunited with his father but he didn't know how she hadn't lost hope in the years of separation.

He didn't dare speak with Diana on the subject although he knew that she had gone through something similar. She had Steve Trevor, lost him, and then regained him but he didn't know how she had dealt with those years of separation.

He didn't dare speak with you on the subject. He was strength, he was never weak, and what would you think if he shown some brokenness to you. What would you think if you chipped away the facade of Aquaman to show the vulnerable Arthur Curry underneath?

Perhaps this was the start of the rift.

Perhaps this was the start of what Arthur considered the end, whether you noticed it or not.

When he returned from the first Justice League mission he knew that you were relieved. You had been watching the news and engulfed him into a hug as soon as he stepped through the door. He returned it yet in the back of his mind he felt as though it was a caveat, a way of forgiveness for him leaving. It wasn't, he knew it was you being grateful for his being alive yet he still couldn't shake this lingering guilt.

He couldn't shake the fact that he felt that he had abandoned you.

He knew that you deserved better than him. You deserved someone that wasn't split into pieces and scattered any way the wind blew. He wanted to be whole for you, he wanted to be one person, he wanted to be human not Atlantean, he wanted to be Arthur Curry, not king of Atlantis, not Aquaman, he wanted just to be Arthur Curry.

He wanted to be with you, he wanted to not feel the pressures of everything weighing down upon him.

So yes, perhaps this was the start of the rift because this was when Arthur began to retreat away from you.

Slipping from bed before you awoke he retreated to Atlantis to bury himself in work returning long after you had gone to bed. Often he would come in to find food on the table for him and you on the couch asleep, both signs that you had been waiting for him. On these nights he pushed the guilt away from him. It sat in his stomach like a rock, filled with his refusal to see what he was doing to you. If he didn't see the pain in your eyes when you looked at him then that pain didn't exist.

But that pain did exist and it grew within you as it grew within Arthur.

A coward, that's what he was now, that's what he considered himself. Only a coward would keep this hidden in his own mind and body. Only a coward would allow his soul to be torn from his body as if it had never been there at all.

Only a coward would keep running.

But run and run and run he did.

Because running was easier, running was the way out.

Confrontation would lead to unhappiness and he couldn't bare to hear that he had made you unhappy.

Except he was sure that it wasn't the distance between you know that had made you unhappy, it was him. It had been and would always be him that caused you pain rather than comfort, sorrow rather than joy.

Everything he touched he was sure to destroy, so why did he think it would be any different with you?

Arthur wanted to speak to you, wanted to reach out, and yet stopped himself every time. It seemed impossible to repair what had been destroyed even if you never recognized its destruction. Even if you never placed any blame on him.

He deserved the blame.

He deserved the anger.

He deserved yelling, he deserved horror, he deserved terror and pain and sadness and destruction and he deserved all of it from you.

Because what he had and was still putting you through was unforgivable and yet it seemed as though he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He hated what he was doing to you. He hated it but trying to stop it came to no avail. It would continue as though someone else was inhabiting his body. His mind now was not his own, it belonged to the self hatred that festered within him, it belonged to the feeling of worthlessness that came upon him and lived forever within him. This was something he never was going to get rid of. He was sure of it.

And as he slipped in bed beside you all he planned to do was slip away again the next morning.

But you were there and you were not asleep and you had not acknowledged the rift but you had noticed it. You were never ignoring it, could never ignore it for the pain that built inside you was not anger, it was not due to Arthur tearing himself from your side as if you were one becoming two.

No, you had seen what was occurring and you were striving to fix it. You had hoped that maybe he would reach out to you, maybe one morning he would be there when you awoke instead of miles in the depth of the sea.

You could feel him drifting and you wanted to pull him back in. You had hoped he would return to you on his own accord, you had hoped that the spiral had an end and that he wasn't slipping further and further away. There was no predicting what went on in his mind there was only knowing that you had gone through it at one point on your own.

You had gone through it alone. You had been going through it alone.

It was a monster there in the back of your mind and Arthur was feeding the monster with every single act. He seemed to be getting devoured by the monster rather than pushing it back to the far recesses of his mind in defeat where it should always live.

Arthur lie awake staring at the ceiling and you had a thought in the back of your mind that refused to leave you. Whether the answer to the question would heal or harm you it didn't matter — you only wanted an answer.

Arthur felt you turn, he felt an arm come to rest itself across his waist, he felt you turn your head but he didn't dare face you.

"Do you love me? I have to know. Is there still one ounce of love for me in you?"

If his heart already hadn't been shattered, hearing your question would have shattered it to pieces.

If you were being honest you hadn't expected an answer and Arthur wasn't sure that he was even ready to give one but he was tired. Tired not just physically but emotionally, he didn't want to run anymore, he didn't want to be honest either. He wanted to hide.

Yet here you were asking and here he was speaking and he didn't know what would become of him if he kept everything from you any longer.

"I love you. I will love you for the rest of my days. I just don't love me and I don't think you deserve someone who doesn't love himself."

He didn't know what he was thinking when he spoke, when he admitted some of what had been going on in his head. He had not expected though, for you to take your hand in his.

And he did not expect for you to speak, thinking that the words would sit in silence.

"Then let me love you for the both of us. Let me love you enough for you until you can love yourself again because Arthur, you deserve love. I need you to tell me when something is wrong. I need you to trust me. And we don't have to start now, we don't have to start tonight but we will work to heal you Arthur. We will work on getting you to love yourself again but next time please, trust me enough to know that I won't run from you and that you don't need to run from me"

#locke writes #dceu #arthur curry #dceu fic #arthur curry fic #dceu fanfic #arthur curry fanfic #dceu imagine #arthur curry imagine #dceu oneshot #arthur curry oneshot

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐉

Pairing: Rick Flag (DCEU) x (female) Reader

Summary: you’re on Task Force X, you’re on a mission with Col. Flag when things go wrong, leading him to take you to a safe house. In that alone time some feelings get revealed, and one thing leads to another…

Warnings: angst, hurt / comfort, wounds / blood, smut, penetrative sex (m+f), slightly rough sex, choking, orgasm denial, Dom!Rick vibes, minors DNI

A/N: my first time writing for Rick!! I’m still not over my Rick Flag phase from watching The Suicide Squad so I needed an outlet, here’s what I came up with, hope you like it! Also this kind of trope has definitely been done before and I in no way take credit for that, this is just my spin on it! Hope you enjoy!!✨🖤🥰

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

Another day, another mission. This time, however, your team was small. Very small. Just you and Colonel Flag in fact. This mission was more about stealth and strategy rather than heading in somewhere guns a-blazing, as was Harley and Boomer's usual tactics. You and Flag were to break into an abandoned enemy facility and attempt to retrieve any data or info they may have left.

Unfortunately once you got there it turned out that said facility was, in fact, not so abandoned after all. You and Flag were pinned down under a desk, the enemies blocking the hallway and the only way out. There were at least five of them, all with loaded guns, whilst the pair of you were fast running out of bullets and of options.

"Shit" you hear Flag curse to himself as he reloads his gun with his last round of bullets. You knew there was no way you were getting out of this with your guns alone, you needed something else.

"Hey Flag!" you hear one of the men shout. "Tell Waller we're coming for her. We'll kill her and her little band of freaks, starting the pretty one you've brought with you here. There's more where this came from" you hear the man laugh. Shit. They knew who were. And who you were working for, even if it was technically against your will.

You look over to Flag whose face is the perfect picture of rage. You needed to get out of here, time was running out.

An idea strikes you suddenly. It's risky, but would likely give you the break you need to get you and Flag out of here. You knew he wasn't going to like your plan so you decided to just run with it and get it done quickly before he has the opportunity to stop you.

You reach for Flag and grab two grenades from his utility belt. You have just enough time to register the look of confusion and concern before you duck round the desk. You do a quick forward roll to the wall just next to the hallway where the five men were.

"Y/n, what the hell-?" Flag shouts. You don't hear the end of his sentence as you roll forward again, across the hallway gap, throwing the grenades as you go.

Just as you duck into cover behind the opposite wall you feel a sharp pain sting in your shoulder and know you've been hit. Your yelp of pain is cut off as the grenades go off, obliterating the hallway and all five men inside it. You sit stunned, leaning against the wall, your right arm clutching at the wound in your left shoulder. You blink dizzy and confused, the blast from the grenades leaving your ears ringing and your vision blurry.

You see a shape appear in front of you, the blurry outline of a face. You can hear a voice but it sounds distorted and far away. You suddenly feel two hands grab your face, shaking you slightly. You blink several more times and the face in front of you slowly comes into focus. Flag. And it hits you that it's his voice that you can hear, calling your name over and over again. You can see concern and something like anguish plastered on his face.

"Y/n? Y/n? Can your hear me? Hey, hey look at me. Focus on me" he urges you. He sees your eyes start to register the scene, your mind slowly coming back into focus.

"There we go, you can hear me now?" you nod slightly, your face contorting as the movement sends a jolt of pain from your shoulder.

Flag looks down to where your hand is limply holding onto your shoulder, seeing the blood soak through your fingers.

"Fuck" he spits. "Fuck sake y/n." Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as anger spreads across his face again.

He sighs in frustration, grabbing your hand and pushing it harder into the wound, applying more pressure. You yelp in pain again.

"What the hell were you thinking? That was a stupidly risky move" he growls.

"I was thinking it was our only option" you say defiantly.

"It was stupid" he repeats harshly.

"It was pretty much guaranteed we'd die if we did nothing. What I did at least gave us a chance!" You scoff incredulously.

"You shouldn't have done it regardless. I would've come up with something. It's my job. It's my job to protect you. I have to protect you. I can't- I can't imagine..." he rambles quickly, the words seeming to spill out of him almost involuntarily. He ends his ramble with a deep sigh, as if stopping himself from saying anything more.

You're about to prod him, ask what exactly he was going to say when he cuts you off. "Keep pressure on that" he nods towards your bullet wound. Flag rips the hem of his shirt, tearing off a strip which he then wraps tightly around your shoulder in an effort to slow the bleeding. You inhale sharply as he pulls the knot tight.

"That will have to do for now, we need to get out of here before any reinforcements arrive" he huffs. Clearly his anger at you wasn't going to dissipate any time soon. You decided at this point it was probably best to just keep quiet and do as instructed. He was right, you did need to get out of here. You can argue about what you did later. You nod in agreement.

"Can you stand? You're alright to move?" the sudden tenderness in the question takes you by surprise.

"Yeah I think so."

Flag places an arm under your armpit, the arm that did not have a bullet hole in it, and helps lift you to your feet. You grunt in pain as you do so.

"You good?" he checks again, his hands just barely touching the sides of your waist, just making sure you were okay to stand by yourself. You swallow the butterflies blooming in your stomach from his touch. You nod again.

"Yeah, let's just get out of here" you reply. He nods affirmative before heading towards the hallway, making sure you were tucked in close behind him. He grabs one of the guns from the enemy men on the way, taking his military stance, both hands on gun, carefully peaking around each corner before continuing.

You eventually make it out of the facility with no problems. It seems if they did have reinforcements coming they were taking their sweet time. Flag finds a random parked car and jimmies the lock open. You slide into the passenger seat as he hotwires the engine. Within the next minute Flag is speeding down the road, getting you both as far away from the facility as possible.

You didn't even realise you'd fallen asleep until you suddenly blink your eyes open and it's pitch black outside. You can just make out that you're driving down an empty road, completely surrounded by forest on either side.

"Yes ma'am. *pause* I don't think it's a good idea for us to head back to base just yet. *pause* Yes I'm taking her to Safe House J. *pause* Yes of course. I will keep you updated ma'am" you hear Flag talking quietly on the phone.

"Safe House J?" you ask once he's hung up.

"I thought you were still asleep. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" he responds. You shake your head slightly. "Yeah I'm taking you to Safe House J, it was the closest to our location. We're almost there actually, ETA 20 minutes." You nod again. You try to cover the sharp intake of breath as you feel the pain shoot through your shoulder again. Of course your sound does not escape Flag.

"How you feeling?" he asks.

"I don't know" you answer honestly. "It hurts, but mostly I just feel dizzy and weak."

"You've lost a lot of blood" he sighs and you can hear the genuine concern and frustration in his voice. "Just hold on, we're almost there. We're almost there." You're not sure if he's trying to comfort you or himself.

You start to feel consciousness slip from your grasp again, the world beginning to go blurry as sleep beckons you.

"You'll be okay. You have to be okay" you think you hear Flag mumble to himself. "I won't lose you, I can't lose you..." the whispers swim around your head and you can't tell what's real and what's not. Then suddenly everything is black and silent.

Your eyes start to open, taking a second to adjust to your dark surroundings. You blink a few times before you realise you're staring at an old wooden ceiling. You can feel that you're lying on a bed. You move to sit up when a wave of pain rolls through your shoulder.

"Shit" you whisper to yourself as you finally manage to pull yourself into a seated position, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Looking over at your shoulder you see that it's been cleaned and wrapped up properly in bandages. It hurt like a bitch but it felt better then before, and so did your head. Slightly.

"You okay?" you hear a quiet voice speak. You look up to see Flag squatting whilst he tended to the fireplace in front of the bed. His gaze is trained so intensely on the fire, as if he was actively trying not to look over at you.

"Yeah I think so" you answer. Flag stands up and nods curtly but doesn't turn around, he simply remains with his back to you, staring into the fire. You notice he's changed into a tight black tee and tac pants. You can see the tension sitting in his shoulders through the thin material of his shirt, his balled fists, a rage that's barely contained. You feel suddenly awkward, a strange tension simmering in the air.

You clear your throat quietly. "Uh, so where exactly are we?" you venture, trying to break some of this palpable tension.

"Safe House J" Flag answers bluntly.

"Okay... And where exactly is that?"

"It's need to know and you don't need to know. All you do need to know is that we'll be safe here until the rest of those guys can tracked down and dealt with" his voice is as sharp as a knife.

"So like how long exactly do you think we'll be here then?" you push your luck by questioning him further but you simply couldn't stand the deafening silence that was eating away at the room.

"I don't know!" His voice raising slightly as he answers. The sudden small outburst makes you jump slightly. "It'll probably be longer now you've specifically pissed them off" you hear him grumble under his breath.

"What? So this is my fault?" you ask almost outraged. He still refuses to look at you. You scoff loudly in disbelief.

"Those men were after us anyway. All I did was provide a way out. They were gonna kill us! What else was I supposed to do?" You rant at him.

"You should've let me handle it" he states simply. Oh now you could feel yourself boiling into a rage.

"Oh yeah? And what would you have done differently Flag? Huh? How would you have gotten us out of there? I guarantee it doesn't even matter, they were clearly going to hunt us down regardless!!"

He continues to stand silently, staring intently into the fire. A sigh his only acknowledgment that he's heard you.

"Why are you so mad about this?!" You shout now, severely pissed off that he's somehow trying to pin all this on your actions. "I got us out of there, I gave us the opportunity to escape!" He spins around suddenly, his eyes finally meeting yours. His eyes are afire with rage, and yet glossy with what almost look like tears...

"Yeah you got us out of there" his voice suddenly alarmingly quiet and controlled, like glass that's seconds away from shattering.

"And then almost didn't make it much further than that because you recklessly endangered yourself and ended up getting shot for God's sake!!" his voice raising, breaking, the glass cracking.

You're taken aback slightly by his sudden shift in attitude. The rage was most definitely still there, but it was shadowed by something else, something hidden deeper in his emotions.

"Why do you even care huh? What am I to you other than some perfectly replaceable soldier? You know, Suicide Squad?" You emphasise the last two words. "Isn't that kinda our thing? You're the only one that Waller really cares to see return after missions" you spit, standing up at last, your own anger almost getting the better of you.

"This isn't about Waller" he growls, his gaze shifting to the floor.

"Then what is it about huh? What's really the issue? Honestly I don't see what the big deal is. So what if I die? It's not like I'm really living in that prison anyway."

The look on Flag's face instantly makes you regret your words. He looks somehow livid and heartbroken all at once.

"So what if you die?" he whispers, a slight crack returning to his voice. "So what if you die?" he repeats incredulously.

"Yeah. What do I matter?"

Flag's eyes abruptly lock with yours again, a kind of ferocity shining in them. You swallow, suddenly nervous.

Then he's stepping towards you, grabbing your face in his hands roughly.

"You matter" he breathes harshly. "You matter to me" he growls. You can see the sincerity and seriousness in his eyes. That anger that's just softened by something else.

You don't even have a chance to take in what he's just said before his lips are crashing into yours. His hands hold your face firmly in place as he kisses you roughly, teeth clashing. A surprised moan escapes you and Flag takes the opportunity to open up your mouth with his own, letting his tongue slide against your own. You'd be lying if you said this isn't exactly what you'd been wanting for months now. After constantly being sent on missions together your feelings for Rick had only grown. You knew a relationship between the two of you would be forbidden, and you figured that he, a polished military man, would never be interested in someone like you, and so you had bottled your feelings. No need to set yourself up for disappointment.

And yet now you here were. His lips moulded against yours, his hands cupping your face so tightly as if he's afraid you'll pull away. The kiss is sloppy and messy, a feeling of desperation and urgency conveyed through his lips.

And yet suddenly he does pull back, releasing you completely. You stand looking at each other, both of you breathing rapidly.

"I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Sorry" he pants quietly.

"Shut up Flag" you say just before attaching your lips to his again. He stiffens for a second before finally relaxing and melting into the kiss again, a moan escaping him this time. You reach up with your uninjured arm to hold onto the nape of his neck, tugging gently at the short hair there, your other arm rests gently on his waist. You use this hand to fist his t-shirt, tugging it gently. Rick gets the hint and steps back slightly to pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the floor.

For a second you're in awe at his spectacular physique. You instinctively reach your hands outs to run your fingers over his impressive chest and stomach. Your lips meet briefly again before you feel him pull lightly at the hem of your own vest shirt, as if asking for permission. You nod once, signalling to him that it was okay. You break the kiss again as he delicately lifts your shirt up and over your uninjured arm, manoeuvring the material so he could slide it down your injured arm with as little movement as possible. You grimace slightly as the shirt brushes past your wound before being tossed to the floor to join Rick's.

"You okay?" his eyebrows furrow with concern.

"I'm okay" you reassure him leaning up to kiss him again, the both of you moaning as your lips make contact. Rick begins to walk you backwards, towards the bed.

"Are you sure about this?" he breathes just as the back of your legs connect with the edge of the bed, resting his forehead on yours.

"Yes. I want this. I want you, Rick" you emphasise calling him by his first name. To further prove your point you reach your right arm behind you and unhook your bra. Rick looks down at you intently. His fingers trace your skin as he slowly drags each bra strap down your shoulder, extra careful to be gentle on your left side. The moment is so painfully intimate, the only sounds your heavy breathing mixing and the light crackling of the fire. Once the straps are down you let the bra fall to the ground between you. Rick's gaze flickers down to your breasts, his eyes lighting up at the view, the tiniest of smirks tugging at his lips.

His eyes meet yours again and his lips latch onto your own. His arms snake around your body, pulling you tightly against him, your bare chests colliding, his dog tags digging into your skin. Your shoulder throbs with the movement but you don't care anymore. You lift both your arms so they can wrap around his neck, ignoring the pain again, you just wanted to keep him close. The urgency from before returns and you're both suddenly frantic for each other, afraid this moment might somehow slip away from you.

Your tongues find each other again as Rick holds you tightly, lowering you onto the bed. Your mouths never part as he shifts to lie on top of you, his hips slotting against yours, finding a home between your legs. You buck your hips up into his, feeling how hard he is even through the fabric of both your pants. Rick responds by rocking his hips against you, grinding his length against your clothed core, applying just enough pressure to tease you. You can feel the cold of his dog tags against your chest again, only adding to the sensations.

"Rick" you moan into his mouth. You pull sharply at his hair, silently asking for more. He groans in response and shifts his hands down to undo your jeans. You wiggle your hips slightly as he pulls them off your legs, leaving you just in your underwear. Your mouths continue to devour each other as you feel him drag a hand down your body, tantalisingly slow, his fingers gently brushing the skin from your neck all the way down to your hips. As he drags his hand down your body his lips move across your jaw and down to your neck. He nips and pulls at your skin roughly before sucking your skin harshly, ensuring to form a bruise later.

His fingers toy with the hem of your pants, teasing you again. You push your hips again, encouraging him. But he doesn't. Not yet. He just continues to trace the skin on your lower belly, following the waistband of your underwear. Your groan in frustration and deliberately dig your nails into his back. You can feel a small chuckle rumble in his chest.

Then, finally, his hand slips under your waistband. His fingers delve lower and, at last, brush against your clit. You're already wet from the teasing when he was just barely grinding into you. Rick swipes his fingers up and down your slit a few times, gathering the wetness there. Before long his fingers are returning to your clit, circling slowly. You moan again at the contact. Rick lifts his head from your neck to watch you as you squirm under his touch. He watches you intently, observing your reactions as he speeds up his circles, applying just a touch more pressure to your sensitive bud.

The intensity of the day, the adrenaline, the fact that this situation was actually happening, all these thoughts and feelings flow through you as you rock against Rick's hand. You were desperate for relief; after today, you needed it. Your moans begin to get louder and more frequent as Rick's movements push your body into a state of euphoria, your release so close...

And then Rick is pulling his hand away from you, leaving you rocking against nothing, your climax retreating. You moan in frustration, looking at him incredulously. You're about to complain when he cuts you off.

"Uh no. You don't deserve to cum just yet. Not after the shit you pulled today" Rick glowers down at you. Okay so despite all this it appeared he was still pretty mad at you.

Rick is then climbing off you, moving to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed. You push yourself up on your elbows to look at him, unsure what exactly he was up to.

"Take off your underwear" he commands in a low tone. You stare at him blankly.

"I said" he grabs your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed. "Take off your underwear" he emphasises and enunciates each individual word. He keeps his eyes trained on yours as you reach to slowly work your underwear down your legs before throwing them to the floor. You're leaning back on your elbows again but you have you knees touching so you're not completely exposed to him just yet.

He just barely gives you a nod of approval, that tiniest of smirks returning. He keeps his eyes on you again as he unbuttons his tac pants, shacking them off. He's then pulling of his own underwear, freeing his aching cock. You eyes flick quickly to his cock, it's just as spectacular as his broad chest and torso.

He takes a step forward so he is right at the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles again, this time to force your legs open, situating himself between them. He looks down at your aching cunt for a second. Rick surprises you by suddenly spitting right onto your waiting pussy. He takes the head of his cock and uses it to spread his spit up and down your folds. He does this for only a few seconds before he's pushing inside you.

Rick gives you no time to prepare for his impressive length as he thrusts inside you right to the hilt. You gasp in shock, a slight sharp pain ringing through your cunt. He pulls almost all the way out again, this time moving slowly, before slamming right back into you again. He quickly sets a ruthless pace, fucking himself harshly into you. It hurts slightly at first, nothing in comparison to the way your shoulder is crying out as you're pounded into the mattress. It doesn't take long, however, for the pain in your cunt to turn to pleasure. The same could not be said for your shoulder, unfortunately. But again, right now, you just didn't care, your focus solely remaining on Rick Flag fucking you mercilessly. He slides his hand down one of your legs, grabbing at your thigh, hoisting your leg up until it was flush against his chest. He leans forward slightly, pushing against your leg and reaching a whole new angle inside you. He was impossibly deep, his cock meeting the most sensitive spot inside you with almost every thrust.

His grunts and breathing get louder as he continues to fuck you hard. Your body is trembling in response, your thighs shaking already, your moans jolting with each slam of his cock inside you.

"Don't ever do something reckless like that again" he suddenly commands, ruthlessly pounding into you. You're barely able to acknowledge his words as your head spins from combined sensations of pain and pleasure.

"Hey" he growls, gripping your jaw in his other hand, his fingers pushing roughly into your cheek. He forces you to look at him. "I said, don't ever do something like that again" he almost shouts in your face, that rage returning to his features.

You just about manage a nod, his grip on your jaw like a vice. He returns an affirmative nod, his face softening the slightest bit before his crushes his lips to yours again in a bruising kiss, still keeping you firmly in place with his hand on your jaw. You moan loudly into the kiss, your orgasm fast approaching. The kiss turns sloppy and uncoordinated as you both feel the pleasure start to take over your bodies.

Knowing that you’re close Rick moves his hand from your jaw to your throat and squeezes gently, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Oh fuck" you barely choke out as Rick applies just a bit more pressure around your neck. He's pounding into you so hard you're sure he's actually going to split you in two. You drag your hands down his broad back, leaving angry red scratches in your wake.

Your strangled moans just top the sound of your bodies slapping together. Rick can feel how close you are, your cunt starting to tighten around his cock. He shows no mercy, continuing his relentless pace as you're about to tip over the edge and your climax seconds away. Just as you're about to cum Rick releases your neck, allowing the oxygen to flow properly through you again. This added relief timed perfectly with your orgasm has you seeing stars, your vision blurring for a second as your pussy clenches repeatedly around Rick.

"Oh fuck. Yes" you hear Rick groan quietly into your ear as you cum, your clenching pussy causing his relentless pace to falter. His pace becomes sloppy and stuttered, only a few more thrusts before he's stilling and finishing inside you. He collapses forwards as he does so, his huge frame towering over you. He keeps you in place as you both revel in your highs, attempting to regain control of your breath.

After only a couple of seconds Rick pulls of you and walks off to the bathroom. You feel oddly hurt by his abrupt departure, your heart sinking slightly.

Your spirits lift again though when he returns momentarily with a damp cloth in hand which he silently hands over to you. You take it and begin to clean yourself off whilst he searches the floor before pulling his boxers back on. Rick pads back over to you giving you your underwear and his black shirt to put on. You hand him back the cloth and he runs it back to the bathroom again as you pull on your underwear and his shirt, your shoulder protesting the movements. As Rick returns from the bathroom you head over to the fire to feed it a couple more logs. When you turn around Rick is sat on the bed.

You go to walk past him, to climb into the other side of the bed, when you feel his hands grab your waist. He turns you slightly and pulls you into him, slotting you between his legs. You look down at him in confusion, your hands resting on his chest, fingers toying with his dog tags. His eyes look up at you, all the rage and anger from earlier completely gone, replaced with what looked like a sadness laced with worry.

"Is your shoulder okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks softly.

Damn this man's change in attitudes were gonna give you whiplash. You smile at him reassuringly, placing your hands on his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

"It's nothing I can't handle" you tell him gently. "Someone patched me up pretty well so I reckon I'll live" you tease him lightly, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. He leans his head forward, losing himself in your chest as he pulls you even tighter to him, locking his arms behind you. You reach to hug around his head tenderly with your good arm, your chin resting on the top of his head. Your injured arm rests lightly on his shoulders, stroking his back absent-mindedly as you remain in this position for a while.

"Seriously. Don't do something like that again" you hear him whisper into your chest. "Please" he adds, his grip on you tightening briefly.

You squeeze his shoulders in response, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I won't."

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A/N: I actually really like how this turned out, it was definitely fun to write so I hope it was fun to read too!! Fun fact: this was actually like the third thing I ever wrote, it’s just been sat in my drafts for that long😂

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