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bluejaysandblackbats · 11 months

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H for the prompt ask game because my name starts with an H... Preferably some Jason and Bruce fluff.

H-That's the stupidest hat I have ever seen.

Jason was on his best behavior but was still only a child. Bruce understood that. But the adorable sound of Jason smacking and murmuring in his sleep was too much for even Batman to take. “The International League-.” Jason curled up in Bruce’s lap and pulled Bruce’s cape over himself like a blanket. Bruce struggled to keep a straight face around the founding members as he kept a stabilizing arm around the sleeping child.

It wasn’t Jason’s fault. He’d recently recovered from a cold, midterms at his junior high school, and patrol. Of course, Jason was exhausted. Not to mention, the League meetings were enough to force a yawn out of Bruce. Not that he’d admit it. “I’ve scheduled the International League for a visit two weeks from now,” Bruce announced, “During this visit, the International League needs evaluation based on their efficiency, ability to handle press and media, and the state of their headquarters. Does anyone want to volunteer to do this mission? Or should we randomly pick a founding member-?”

Jason held on to Bruce’s gloved fingers in his sleep, forcing a laugh from Clark.

“I’m sorry,” Clark apologized as he politely covered his mouth. As soon as Clark finished apologizing, Diana let out a giggle. Then Arthur snickered, and before they knew it, all the Founders laughed.

Bruce cracked a smile, and they all fell silent. “Robin… Robin,” Bruce whispered. Jason didn’t stir. “Excuse me a moment.” Bruce stood up and carried Jason to a separate chair, detaching his cape and wrapping Jason in it. “Okay… Where were we?”

Hal laughed. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to get him a soda from the vending machine?” Hal questioned.

Bruce nodded. “No coffee… It’ll stunt his growth,” Bruce commanded.

Hal scooped Jason up with a bed construct. Barry ran a hand over his face and laughed. “Lantern,” Bruce warned.

“I’ve got him… Honest,” Hal replied as he left the room with Jason.

“The International League’s evaluation,” Bruce reminded everyone. Clark raised a hand.

“I’ll do it,” Clark replied. Bruce wrote it down on the chart.

“He’s usually alert,” Bruce mumbled.

Jason’s giggles flooded the hallway, and Bruce excused himself. He followed the laughs to another room where Jason and Hal played around with outfits the League wore for undercover missions. Hal noticed Bruce before Jason did, and he turned Jason to face Bruce, pointing toward the serious-looking, capeless Bat. “Oh lookit,” Hal whispered, “He’s all yours, Bats.” Hal waved at Jason and left the room.

Jason had a fake mustache on, and Bruce crossed his arms. “Sorry that I fell asleep,” Jason apologized as he wrung his hands together.

“It’s alright… Nice mustache,” Bruce joked.

“Close your eyes,” Jason whispered. Bruce smiled and shut his eyes. He didn’t have the heart to tell Jason the meeting was ongoing. Besides, Jason would only be that small once.

He felt Jason fit something snuggly around Bruce’s mask. The small boy giggled as he slipped on a disguise of his own. Jason skittered across the room, and the pitter-patter of fairy boots drew a laugh from Bruce. “Robin, can I open my eyes?” Bruce asked.

“Almost… I don’t want you to ruin the surprise,” Jason whispered. Bruce waited thirty seconds longer, but before he could ask Jason again, Jason told him to open his eyes. Bruce looked in the mirror and saw himself in a fish hat. Jason wore a tiny gladiator outfit over his costume.

“How do we look?” Bruce chuckled.

“That’s the stupidest hat I’ve ever seen,” Jason laughed, “When would somebody need to wear that?” Bruce pulled Jason into an embrace, and they took a picture. “Now, let’s take a serious one.” Jason knit his brows together, half-smiling in disbelief.

“Hey, Batman? I didn’t mean to embarrass you at the League meeting-.”

“I’m not embarrassed… At least you didn’t throw up during a League meeting like the older Robin,” Bruce whispered.

“He didn’t-.”

“He did,” Bruce replied as he messed up Jason’s hair. “Do you wanna wear the fish hat?”

“I wanna wear the fish hat,” Jason giggled. Bruce placed the hat on Jason’s head and took another photo.

#nandi answers #thank you so much for this!#sorry it took so long #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #prompt #genre: fluff #fluff answer #robin jason todd

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kaisooficrec · 5 months

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Nini Planet Round 25 (The Other World)

The theme for this round is: Supernatural AU.

soon, my love

Genre: College AU, Friends With Benefits, Fluff, Ghosts, First Love

Rating: R

Length: 7,000 w

Summary: Jongin is seeing and hearing things, Kyungsoo tries to help.

actually...

Genre: Fairies

Rating: R

Length: 2,336 w

Warning: Suicide Attempt

Summary: Kyungsoo only wanted to put an end to “it.” But now there’s a little fairy (?) who is begging for his help, and Kyungsoo at least wants to help one fairy (?) before the final good-bye.

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #genre:uni au #genre: fluff #nini planet

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chasingastar · 11 months

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Saving Unicorns

Title: Saving Unicorns at AO3 Author: Mapplegreen Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter Rating: Explicit Word Count: 78,586 Summary: Harry returns to Hogwarts for his third year of teaching Defence against the Dark Arts after splitting up with Ginny and hopes having Teddy there as a first year will distract him from his own mess of a life. Draco returns to Hogwarts as the new potion's teacher after years of living away from Great Britain and hopes that there's still a place for him in the castle, despite his tumultuous past. They both are disappointed but still get so much more than they were hoping for. A tale about self-discovery, honesty and pots and pans but never about saving unicorns. My notes: I have to confess, I am absolutely smitten with this incredible story that I stumbled upon at the beginning of the year.

This gem has captured my heart since the beginning of the year. It beautifully explores Harry's journey of self-discovery and the unconditional support he receives from none other than Draco Malfoy himself.

Draco, the trustworthy professor who becomes a confidant for his students, provides the kind of guidance and understanding we all wish for. He's just amazing! The way he embraces his role as a mentor and offers invaluable advice is truly remarkable.

I can't help but fall head over heels for this heartwarming tale, and I'm sure you will too! So, if you're in the mood for a delightful story that combines friendship, personal growth, and a sprinkle of magic, I highly recommend checking it out. Trust me, you won't be able to put it down.

#drarry #drarry recs #harry x draco #genre: romance #enemies to friends to lovers #genre: fluff #not cannon compliant #professor draco #professor harry #draco malfoy #teddy lupin #harry potter

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eternal-love-song · 8 months

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Four Days, A Fortnight, Or Forever

When Shuichi's parents fail to meet him on a planned trip, he meets someone else instead; a carefree bird keeper that inspires him to live a little.

[Shuichi/Rantaro] [Pokemon AU, Fluff, Bird Keeper Rantaro, Psychic Trainer Shuichi, Pre-Relationship]

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They met on a cruise. It was one of the rare times his parents had requested his presence for something and Shuichi had actually been eager to spend time with them, only for them both to bow out at the last minute. They were both famous Pokemon trainers and spent more time traveling the word than they did with him. His mother was busy winning contests while his father was battling gym leaders. Shuichi was disappointed and annoyed, having expected to meet them on the ship and getting the call that they couldn’t be there only minutes before departure. There hadn’t been enough time for him to leave, so he resigned himself to four boring days trapped on a boat with strangers.

The first day he locked himself in his room, levitating his pokeballs and staring at the window, only coming out that night when he expected most of the other passengers to be asleep. It was when Shuichi went to the deck that he saw him; short green hair, jacket billowing in the wind, and arms thrown out in front of him. He was balancing rather precariously over the edge of the railing as he tossed bits of food in the air for Wingull and Pelipper, and dropped a few larger pieces for a Gyarados that was racing beside the ship. Shuichi’s breath caught at the sight of him, careless and beautiful and free, all the things Shuichi had never been.

He must have made some sound that he didn't notice, because the boy turned toward him sharply, causing him to lose his grip and tip over the edge. Shuichi would never forget the boy’s expression, surprised but unafraid, his eyes meeting Shuichi’s and not looking away for a moment even as he slid toward his doom.

Shuichi reacted as quickly as he could, hand reaching toward him as he grabbed the boy with his power and held him in place. Shuichi wasn't the only one to reach for him though. Two Wingull had plucked the boy’s sleeves and a Pelipper flew beneath him, all prepared to keep him from falling.

"Oh!" His voice was soothing and pleasant, and he had a smile to match. "That's a handy trick."

Shuichi understood why he hadn't been afraid. The pokemon around him wouldn't have let him fall even if Shuichi hadn't been there. Shuichi rubbed the back of his neck, feeling silly and a little useless as he lowered the boy back to solid ground. "Um, sorry."

The boy laughed as he took long strides toward Shuichi. "Don't be sorry! That was pretty cool." His eyes matched his hair, even in the dark, and he had several piercings. he leaned toward Shuichi with a smile, close enough to touch, but only barely. "I'm Rantaro Amami, how do you do?"

"Sh-Shuichi Saihara," he stammered, feeling even more like a fool for fumbling his own name.

"Hmm. Shuichi," he repeated softly. He closed his eyes, mouthing the name once or twice before nodding. “Alright. I won’t forget it.”

"Why would you want to remember?" He asked without thinking, pressing a hand to his lips right after. There were so many more normal things he could have asked, of course it would be the weird question that came out instead.

"Why would I want to forget the name of someone that saved me?" Rantaro asked him with a smile. He had kind eyes, Shuichi felt himself being drawn into them.

"The pokemon would have caught you," Shuichi said softly.

"That's not the point," he insisted. He took a few careful steps forward, measured and slow as if watching to see if Shuichi would recoil from him. He didn’t, too curious to see what the boy wanted to do to worry about the way the space between them was closing. He took Shuichi’s hand as he added, “You wanted to help me. It was rather sweet of you. So, thank you. I mean it.” He winked. "And it was also really cool."

Shuichi wasn't sure what to say to that. He followed Rantaro when he guided them both back toward the ship's railing, and accepted the pokemon food that was poured in his hand. Shuichi followed Rantaro’s lead and tossed pieces to the Wingulls that were still hovering around. It was an odd way to spend the time, but not an unpleasant one.

When Shuichi returned to the deck the following nights, he was pleased to find that Rantaro was always there. Shuichi watched him dance in a circle of Swablu on the second night, listened to him sing a duet with a Noctowl on the third, and on the forth night all the birds flew away when they saw him approach.

"Sorry, I scared them off," he said.

Rantaro shook his head, standing and dusting off his clothes from where he'd been sitting on the floor. "Not at all, I asked them to give us some privacy."

"Huh?"

He leaned against the railing, tilting so far back that Shuichi worried a wave would knock him off his feet. There weren't any birds around to catch him this time and Shuichi found himself watching closely so that his reflexes would be in time to catch Rantaro should the need arise. "If things go as they are, this will be our last night together, right?" Rantaro asked.

"Yeah, I guess so." The idea was a little disheartening, more than Shuichi expected it to be. He had expected this entire trip to be boring, filled with thoughts of his parents and wondering what they had decided to do instead of spending time with him, but instead he actually managed to actually have fun.

"So what if... we changed things?" He asked softly. He lifted his head, watching Shuichi closely as he asked, "What if... this wasn't the last time?"

The wind picked up, a breeze ruffling his hair around him and blowing Shuichi’s bangs into his face. He lifted a hand to hold them out of the way, watching Rantaro almost as closely as Rantaro seemed to be watching him. "What are you..."

"You haven't looked happy to be here a single day of this cruise," he told him. "The only times I've seen you smile is at the Pokemon. Whoever put you up to this... sucks." He smiled to soften the words, but Shuichi still felt them like a blow.

He winced, looking away as he muttered, "It was supposed to be a trip with my parents."

He saw Rantaro move out the corner of his eye and turned to watch, mind boggling as he hauled himself up to sit on the thin railing. "Mine too," he admitted. He took a deep breath, holding to the railing tightly as he closed his eyes. "They were supposed to be coming home a month ago. That changed to us taking this little vacation together, which became them meeting me at the port." He smiled but there wasn’t any joy to it for once. Shuichi was sure he was more nervous about a potential fall than Rantaro was, but it didn't stop him from leaning forward in case he needed to put an arm out to catch him. "And what do you think the odds are that they'll meet me at port?"

If they were anything like his own parents, it was probably a very slim chance. He didn't seem distressed though, just accepting. "How do you do that?" Shuichi asked softly.

"Hmm?"

"Aren’t you disappointed?"

Rantaro looked up to the sky. A wave made him rock unexpectedly back. Shuichi jerked forward, hands on either side of Rantaro to hold him steady if needed, while Rantaro didn't change position at all, aside from how the boat moved him. He seemed surprisingly used to the sea. He smiled, but didn't turn his head away from the sky. Shuichi felt his face heating up. He wasn't being over protective when Rantaro was sitting on the ship's rail and could fall off at any moment, but his nonchalance in comparison made Shuichi feel silly all the same.

"Come with me, Shuichi? Let's visit all the places our parents can't. We'll take pictures and send post cards, we can feed pokemon together and go exploring, and the next time they ask you to be somewhere they don't show up to, it won't hurt so much." He met Shuichi’s eyes. "Because you'll be having fun."

He made it sound so mesmerizing that Shuichi almost forgot that it was completely ridiculous. Almost. "I don't know where you're going."

"We can go anywhere," he replied. "I'm a Bird Keeper, in a pinch, I could even fly us someplace."

"I just met you," he said, more to himself than to Rantaro. He'd never thought about just... leaving before. Not without having some excuse.

"Yeah, and it would be a shame to part so quickly, don't you think?" He leaned forward again, hands tight on the rail and keeping himself firmly in place. "It could be for a week while you make your parents wonder... it could be for longer, if you start to have fun. The possibilities are endless, you know."

Shuichi thought about it. He'd always wanted to take the gym challenge, always wanted to do more than stay trapped back at home. And yet, something had always made him feel like he just couldn't. It was... odd to meet a person that made him feel like he just could. Like he could just up and decide to... live his own life.

His parents had done that. Why shouldn't he?

Rantaro slipped off the railing and they were suddenly standing very close to each other. "Well, what do you say? Will this be the last day or the first?"

Just like the first time, there was something mesmerizing about Rantaro. His eyes, his stance, they were all so confident, so calm. Shuichi had never felt so calm around anyone. He’d never felt on the verge of flying before.

"The first?" he repeated in confusion. "We've known each other for four days already."

Rantaro laughed, warm and open. It made Shuichi feel lighter, like he wanted Shuichi to laugh with him and not like he was being mocked. "The first day of our journey," Rantaro told him. "Which one?" He held his hand out, looking hopeful.

Shuichi hesitated only a moment more before reaching out to take Rantaro's hand. "The first," he answered.

Rantaro's smile brightened and he leaned closer. "I’m glad.” His eyes dropped to their clasped hands and his voice got softer as he said, "The last person that I asked... they said no. So thank you."

Shuichi didn't know what to say to that, so he just squeezed Rantaro’s hand once before withdrawing. It seemed to be enough, as he leaned against the railing beside Shuichi quietly. He was looking forward to seeing what this Bird Keeper could show him.

#Amasai #ELS Writing #Shuichi Saihara #Rantaro Amamami #Danganronpa V3 #genre: Fluff #drv3giftexchange

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ferretlovesscarhead · 2 years

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Oneshot | NC-17 | 13.700

Romance | Fluff | Eighth Year/Post-Hogwarts

It all starts with a pair of chilly feet under Harry Potter’s bum.

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My heart is bursting from all the happiness and I cried. This is so lovely.

#Drarry #drarryrec #fanfiction #genre: romance #genre: fluff #contains: soulmates #touchstarved!harry #era: eighth year #era: post hogwarts #length: oneshot #length: medium #rating: nc 17 #author: anonymous #rec: 401 to 500 #428 #c

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frost-iron · 1 month

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Thor (Movies) Relationship: Loki/Tony Stark Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Misty Knight Additional Tags: Beach Holidays, Beach House, Walks On The Beach, Bonfires, Found Family, Avengers Family, Vacation, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Banter, Tony Stark Feels, Loki Feels (Marvel), Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor Clint Barton/Thor, Minor Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Minor Misty Knight/Sam Wilson, First Kiss, Holding Hands, Tony Stark spoils his loved ones, Good Loki (Marvel), Avenger Loki (Marvel) Language: English Published: 2024-03-16 Words: 2,948 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Tony whisks his Avengers family off to Malibu for a week or so of (hopefully) uninterrupted R&R fun. Everyone else is paired up except for Tony and Loki, on whom Tony's had a growing crush. Will an evening under the stars change their solitary fate?

From the Dirty Whispers Writing Prompts.

Prompt: "your hands are so warm"

#submission #fic #iron man #loki #tony stark #frostiron #Rated: T #genre: fluff #status: complete #status: one shot

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savemesomenachos · 2 years

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Heyy I would love to request some sebastian stan x reader where seb and the reader are on a hike filming this video and they're being their weird self having fun. Then they see another person on the hike and they get started and look at each abs run the opposite direction of the person.

Thank you 😁

This doesn’t count as exercise right?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluffff, mentions of butt touching and cussing

Word Count: 957

AN: Things have been too shit for me to write lately but this has been in my ask box forever so I thought why the hell not-

Y/n’s POV:

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” I ask, as I wipe the sweat dripping off my brow.

“Of course we are, as if I’d ever lead you the wrong way,” Sebastian answers, scoffing into the camera of his phone.”

“Babe, you’re historically terrible with maps,” I say, tapping his shoulder in consolation as I pass by him.

“That’s such a lie,” he sputters with an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks. “They’re trying to tarnish my name.”

“Sure,” I giggle and stop at a clearing. A stream cuts in between the trees and flows at a steady pace over rocks and under some fallen logs.

“Look, its water!” Sebastian practically screams as he thrusts the phone into my hand, camera facing him and rushes to the stream. He takes out his bottle and bends low to scoop some water into the bottle which he then proceeds to chug.

“Hey! What about me?” I ask, moving closer to him, being careful not to trip over any slippery rocks.

“Here baby,” he says, repeating his actions and scooping up some water for me. He takes the phone from me and points the camera at my sweaty face.

“Look how pretty they are!” he gushes. Red blooms on my face as I turn away to look at the trees. “Awwww, are you blushing?” he coos, wrapping his arm around my waist with his chest flush against my back and the phone pointing at the both of us this time.

“Shut up,” I whisper, pulling away and fastening the lid on the bottle.

“Hey babe,” he says, slinging his arm over my shoulder again and says, “Can you record me for a bit?”

“Sure, what are you gonna do?” I ask, taking phone from his outstretched hand and turn it to point at him.

“Think I’m gonna run around for a bit,” he says, taking off as soon as he finishes his sentence. “Don’t forget to press the ‘record’ button.”

I hit the button quickly and my eyes are then met with the most ridiculous sight ever. Sebastian has his arms thrown up in the air as he runs down the clearing and abruptly stops. He runs back the same way and shoves his face into the camera. He gives me the signal to stop recording. He fiddles with his phone for a minute as I laugh with my eyes shut and my hand clutching my stomach.

“Oh come on! It wasn’t that dumb, was it?” He asks, a pout starting to take over his features. Unable to respond, I only laugh harder.

“You’re such a bully sometimes,” he whines, handing me the phone again.

“Awww no baby. You just looked so….adorable,” I decide after a moment’s deliberation.

“Why did you hesitate?”

“I didn’t,” I say, clearing my throat and trying to keep a straight face.

“You’re so dead,” he says, as he rushes at me, full speed.

I squeak and try to run but my foot gets trapped on one of the bigger rocks and I trip, landing face first on the cold forest floor.

“Oh shit babe, are you ok?” he asks, squatting down next to me.

I groan under my breath before I give him a strained thumbs up. After a moment of contemplation and a wince on his chiselled face, he asks, “I should probably help you up now huh?”

“Thought you’d never ask baby,” I say, as one of his arms slip under my knees and the other around my shoulders. I squawk in protest as he does but my hand instinctually wrap around his neck for support.

“Seb, this is not what I meant,” I say as he looks me over for any injuries.

“But I wanna carry you like this,” he pouts. Not kidding, he is actually pouting right now.

“Yeah but-” I suddenly stop as my eyes follow a shadow moving on the other side of the clearing.

“Yeah what-”, I cut Sebastian’s sentence off with a hand on his mouth while pointing to the shadow I saw. As he turns his head to look, it becomes clearer that the shadow is actually another hiker and they’re staring right at us. After a minute or two of continuous staring, Sebastian carefully lowers me to floor.

“We run on three yeah?” he whispers.

“What? Why? It’s just anoth-”

“Three!!!!” he screams before taking off in the opposite direction of the clearing while pulling me behind him.

“What the hell happened to one and two Seb?” I ask, exasperated as we race towards the exit.

“I don’t know! I panicked, let’s just keep running.”

“But why are we running??” I ask as I try to free my hand from his surprisingly strong grip. He starts to slow down before eventually coming to a halt near a tree.

“…….I’m not sure.”

“Seb!!”

“Imsorrybabyiloveyouuuuuu” he mumbles as he wraps his arms around my waist and pushes me up against the tree.

“Jesus Seb, I love you too but-” He cuts me off with a hard kiss against my lips. His fingers card through my hair before finally settling on my hips. He pulls away with a flushed face and a smile gracing his full lips.

“Can we go home? I’m tired,” he says, his fingers entwining with my own. I lean up to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead before tugging him toward the exit.

“Yes please,” I answer, mirroring his smile, and pressing a light kiss to his knuckles.

“Hey, will you make me a smoothie when we get home?” he asks, a pout taking over his lips again.

“….No”

“Pleaseeeeee, your smoothies are the best.”

“Yeah, I’m aware but no.”

“Ok fineeee… can I touch your butt though?”

“Seb!!! ……..later”

“Fuck yesss”

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