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hi cami!! based on literally everything because you have good taste I was wondering if u had any fic recs?? I am in like a good fic desert and if u have any good reads would love to read them! thank u!!

Thanks!! I have to be honest that I don't read a lot of dc fics lately bc a lot of what's posted on AO3 doesn't appeal to me tbh. But I do have some favorites that live rent-free in my head. I hope you enjoy!

baby, it's a sign of the times by danishsweethearts

Dick Grayson has a pretty bad day, but hey, he's coping.

let your love grow tall by danishsweethearts

In a move endearingly predictable and highly amusing, Dick Grayson buys a bunch of plants and proceeds to pack bond with all of them.

cold was the night and hard was the ground by danishsweethearts

Laundromats are save points.

i've been longing for silence by danishsweethearts

The Titans are Dick's family. Damian is also Dick's family. Cue the collision.

un haeng il chi by danishsweethearts

un haeng il chi (언행일치) | yán xíng yī zhì (言行一致) idiom 1. word and actions coincide; to live up to one's word 2. to match words with deeds 3. practice what you preach

The Cassandra Wayne guide to truth-telling, manifestation and prosperity.

big d stands for big (demon)or by danishsweethearts

The one where Titans Tower is haunted, and Dick Grayson, Boy Wonder, original Robin, one and only Nightwing, esteemed leader, part-time exorcist, un-haunts it.

young volcanoes by dottie_wan_kenobi

You should join the Justice League, Dick says when he’s ten years old and hopeful. No, Bruce says. You should join the Justice League, Dick says when he’s fourteen and realistic. No, Bruce says. I’m going to join the Justice League, Dick says when he’s seventeen and furious. No, Bruce says. No, you are not.

Dick is nineteen now. And he’s not joining the Justice League—he’s joining the Titans.

the last of the real ones by dottie_wan_kenobi

Gar is like a blessing. He doesn’t seem to notice the shiny parts of Vic, not until it really counts—when there’s wires sticking out, something shoved through Vic like it was nothing, when he’s in danger. And even then, he treats them like any other part of the body, like a wound is a wound and it doesn’t matter that it’s not flesh, but technology.

When he asks, Gar tells him about Cliff Steele, and shrugs like it’s nothing. “I’m just used to robot guys, I guess,” he says, flippant like he’s not the first person Vic has met who didn’t recoil at the sight of him.

Vic manages a laugh, his eye—his real eye, his human eye—stinging.

if you just call me by BeatriceEagle

“Dick.” She squeezed his shoulder. “Dick, look at me.”

Slowly, as if he were pushing against a terrible force, he lifted his head.

“I have known you since I was thirteen years old, and I have known you in a dozen other lifetimes, so I need you to believe me when I say that there is nothing you could do that would make me stop loving you.”

Dick held her gaze. He looked like he was searching for something in her eyes, so Donna held still and hoped he found it.

“Did you really know me in other lives?” he asked.

_____

Dick and Donna, after the action, through the years.

once upon a time... by Mayarene Rose (DickRoy)

The announcement is the talk of the kingdom. Men on horses, coming from the capital itself, shout it to every corner of the land to make sure everyone hears.

There will be a three-day festival held in honor of the crown prince’s name day!

So of course, no one can shut up about it and everyone’s making plans to make their way to the capital, one way or another.

Gotham, after all, isn’t known for its decadence. Celebrations from the capital are few and far in between. But, it’s also well known that the king absolutely dotes on his children. The has the makings of being the biggest feast anyone has seen in their lifetime.

“Huh,” Roy says. He’s in a farming village when he hears, about five days ride from the capital if he had a horse, which he does not.

Or the one where Roy is a knight errant, Dick is the crown prince, and there is a three-day celebration.

Dr. Wilson, Will I Ever Play the Violin Again? by HoodEx (DickJoey)

1 Missed Call 1:12 PM TUES 9 MAY Frank Hardy

A fond smile spreads over his face. He remembers Dick writing that as his own contact name in Joey's communicator the first time he and Joey exchanged numbers. Joey knows it's an action influenced by paranoia rather than something meant as an inside joke between friends, but he likes to think of it as a mixture of both.

"Who are you mooning over?"

Lissa crosses her arms over her chest and cuts across the room to get closer to him. Joey tries not to instinctually jerk his communicator closer to his chest as she peers down at it with a curious glint in her eye.

"Frank Hardy," Joey spells out with his fingers. "He's a friend of mine."

Her brow furrows. "Frank? Have I met him?"

Joey shakes his head.

"What do you think he was calling for?"

Hopefully not to tell me that the world is on its way to ending, Joey thinks, worrying at his lip.

"Not sure," Joey signs. His thumb hovers over the call-back button. "I guess I'm about to find out."

Red Letter Day by silverwhittlingknife

Dick Grayson, stressed pseudo-parent to a preteen assassin, tries to solve the case of Damian’s Mysterious Wednesday.

He never expected it to help him fix his relationship with Tim, too.

(... Though only after everything fell apart first.)

Eventual fix-it for Dick & Tim’s Red Robin fight, but other rocky relationships - Dick & Jason, Tim & Damian, Damian & Bruce, Dick & Bruce - wow, this family is dysfunctional - might improve too. Eventually. They just have to, y’know, work through All of Their Issues first. XD

Two of Six by silverwhittlingknife

There’s nothing special about this kid, no reason to remember him. But Dick remembers. Because of the photo.

Dick and Tim’s pre-nu52 relationship, from the beginning all the way to the end.

or: how Dick acquired a stalker, attempted to make him go away, and failed so badly that he acquired a brother instead.

(So far: missing scenes from childhood, Lonely Place of Dying, Knightfall, and Knightsend. Current arc: Prodigal.)

In the Palm of Your Hand by lapsedpacifist

Dick was forced into becoming a host for an entity of unknown strength, unknown motive, and unknown reach. The only thing he did know? It needed him alive.

Neurodegenerative series by lapsedpacifist

The general premise: Bruce has completely forgotten about Dick, and Dick only. Now tension is high between them and the rest of the family as they attempt to resolve the memory problem -- while drawing battlelines and realising that Dick had always been much more than a brother to them all.

the primacy of personal conscience by birdsofthesoul

"WHAT MAKES IAGO EVIL? some people ask. I never ask."

— Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays

Or: Dick, his family, and the moral morass of a wishing well.

This is all I could think of at the moment! I'll add more once I read the ones I encountered while I made this list. Enjoy!!

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A Family Divided- Thomas Shelby

Request// Hey could i please request a tommy shelby imagine where it's at the end of season 3 where his wife also got arrested (when the rest of the shelby fam did in the last episode) and in custody she had a terrible time and she didn't know a thing bc tommy always shut her out so when she returns all hell breaks lose and tommys at a loss of what to do because he thought he was keeping her safe by not telling her i'm so sorry this is such a long request u can end it as u please

*Guess who’s slowly trying to work her way back into writing? This gal! So I’m gonna try to roll out some of these requests that I’ve let build up within the next week or two. Just please bare with me a little because in the long run, I’d rather have quality over quantity. xoxox*

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You all gathered in Tommy’s office, and it was an understatement to say he looked the worse for wear. The last day and a half had been the most distressing for the family in years. Not to mention how the event of the previous day had added more trouble to your marriage to Thomas than you knew how to fix. You moved your usual seat found nearer to Tommy between Michael and Ada, not daring to meet his eye as you thought back to him accusing you of letting the existence of the Faberge Eggs slip.

But let’s be honest, everything had gone to shit quite long ago, hadn’t it? Tommy didn’t talk anymore, to you at least. He had become so secretive within the last year, only opening up about his dealing with the Russians when he had no other choice. You still had to keep yourself from question his dealings with that hussy Tatiana, but that was an argument for later. In front of Tommy sat pounds upon pounds, bundled up in neat packages.

“Before I begin, I need to let you know I made a mistake,” he slowly tried to stand, obviously straining himself. It hurt you to not move to help him, but you knew he’d just push you away. “I made a mistake, and I want to apologize to all of you.” He began to move down the line, passing out pounds as if they were candy, or better yet restitution along with his repentance. It was only when he reached to pass money to Michael that he showed his true anger.

“No, Tommy.” Polly stood up and reached to stop his hand.”

“What,” Tommy shouted angrily, his voice bellowing throughout the room. “Tell me, eh! This is who I am!” You had to hide this chills rolling off your body. It was as if he was speaking just to you. He waved the money in front of Polly, not breaking eye contact. “ And this is all I can give you for what you have given me. And I know you all want me to say that I’ll change. That this fucking business will change, but I’ve learned something in the past couple of days.” This wasn’t the Tommy you knew, the one you married. “Those bastards are worse than us! They’ll never admit us to their palaces no matter how legitimate we become.” From where you sat, you could see Polly’s face. It remained stern but you could see pity being painted over it as Tommy came undone in front of you lot.

It was only within the moments of silence that followed that someone found the will to speak. “Tommy, you’ve had a bad time. We understand.” You had always admired Pol. She was the mother you never had growing up. Sure, she scared the living shit out of you when you first starting hanging around the Blinders, but you had grown on one another ever since. “So at an alternative time, I would like to put before the family an alternative view of the future of the Shelby Company Limited. A more hopeful view.”

“Which I look forward to hearing, personally,” you muttered loud enough for the room to hear, looking towards Polly in order to avoid any other eyes.

“As would I,” Esme added in, Ada voicing her approval as well.

After that, Linda began to try and collect Arthur to head for America, and it seemed that the meeting had almost reached its close. You walked quickly over to the eldest Shelby, giving him a hug and knowing that this may be the last time you see him.

“You can go, but you won’t get far, Arthur.” It was only at Tommy’s words that the smiles peaking at several of your lips once again began to fade. You scolded at you husband, for not supporting his brother when he was the only one in the family who was trying to improve his life. No, the meaning behind his words were much darker. “I spoke to Moss last night. He said the Chief Constable of Birmingham has issued a warrant for your arrest. John, they’re coming for you as well.�� The room began to move into a state of panic as he called of Michael and Polly’s name in tow. “The people that we betrayed last night, they want to bring us down. They control the police, the judges, the juries, the jail, but they do not control the elected government.” You felt a sob leave your throat, yet no tears could come. “So I have made a deal in return for giving evidence against them. It’s all taken care of. When the police come in, do not resist arrest. You go with them, you do not say anything.” None of you could make any fucking sense of what Tommy was talking about before the police barged into the room.

It was as everything had begun to move in slow motion, yet it happened so fast. Cries and Arthur’s curses has filled the hall as the police officers started beating on the men. You tried to push yourself toward Polly, who wore a betrayed yet knowing look on her face, but quickly found your face pushed against the wall as well.

“What the fuck is going on,” you screamed out as you heard the cuff tightened around your wrists. You looked over to the doorway only to find Tommy staring at the ground as family was being taken away.

It was then that you knew you had made the worse mistake of your life. Not taking part in Blinder business, but for ever falling for those bright blue eyes. The officer yanked you by your hair, and not so gently into the back of the car. You didn’t know what you were being charged with or if you’d ever see Tommy again. At this rate, you weren’t sure if you could stand to.

Thirteen days. Thirteen days for them to drop the charges. You finally saw sunlight again with a busted lip, purple cheek, and a callous relief that they weren’t taking you out to hang. Being a Shelby locked up was by far the worse thing to be in jail, even if you married into the family. By their morals, you were as guilty as the rest of them, but the only one you could find the energy to be angry at was Tommy. Night upon night without sleep, ready for another inmate to try and stab you at any moment, allowed you some time to linger on the situation your husband had put you in. He had betrayed you, betrayed you all. And for what? More money to pile up in that house that was too big for just the two of you?

By the time your eyes adjusted to the sunlight, you could see an automobile with the driver beside its open door, waiting for you to get in the back. You’d recognize Tommy’s driver anywhere, as he had most likely overheard the lows and highs of your marriage from the driver's seat. You were relieved when you didn’t meet Tommy inside, not knowing if you could stand being in the same car as him. Silence is what you needed most. You could get just a glimpse of silence within your cell walls, but it wouldn’t be long before you heard a guard barking and beating an inmate, whether they deserved it or not. You leaned your head against the window - careful to mind the bruising - as you watched the view take you home.

Tommy stood at the door waiting for you to arrive back home, pacing in the same spot where he watched his family get thrown into the back of police vehicles. He was relieved when he saw you still alive walking up the front step, but quickly his frown grew deeper as you passed him without a glance.

“Y/N.” Hearing his made you stop midway to the master bedroom. His voice sounded hollow, but more often than not it had always sounded like that nowadays. “So you don’t wanna talk about this?”

“You’ve never wanted to talk before. What’s the difference now?” You grunted out as you entered the room. Even though your voice remained contained, you knew he heard you, as he was hot on your trail.

“The differences is that I haven’t seen you in two weeks.” He caught you as you wandered over to your dresser. “And what have they done to your beautiful face?”

You surprised yourself at how numb you felt with his hand grazing you face. “Anything they wished they could be doing to yours.” You pushed his hand away bitterly and started piling handfuls of clothes within your arms. He remained quiet as you continued to rant. “I mean what else did you expect? The others are probably worse off, if they’re even still alive.”

“What are you d-”

“Do you know?” You looked back at him stilling your packing only for a moment. He saw your stiff upper lip but didn’t forget to make note of the pain behind you eyes. “Do you know if they’ve hung them? Because I haven’t seen any of them since we we left this God-forsaken house.”

“I didn’t know they were taking you. That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Well they fuckin’ did, alright!” You yelled through the still room. It was as if the statement alone stole all the energy you had left, as your voiced turned into a sharp whisper. “They didn’t really need a solid reason to take me in anyways. Just being involved with you is enough, but you gave them the keys to the bloody kingdom. All the information they needed. Murder, sedition, and conspiracy to cause explosion were all things that they couldn’t hold me for, but what about John, huh? What about Arthur?” The angry embers inside of you were being fueled again, your packing resuming.

“I was trying to protect you, Y/N. I may not have planned them taking you in but they will all be-”

“I hope I’m the only one you shut out of you plans recently. I felt like an idiot, sitting as a Shelby in a cell with no idea if I’ll ever be getting out. Two whole weeks.”

“You didn’t marry an idiot. I’ve got everything worked out, just collecting the cards before playing my hand.” You could hear him getting worked up, not being able to control the situation even with his own wife. “And would you stop fucking packing?” He grabbed your hands roughly afteryou could close your bag.

“Sometimes, I wonder who I married.” It was within those words that you could see just a little bit of Thomas Shelby breaking. “I can’t stay if this house, Thomas. Not with you. Not right now.”

“Please, Y/N. I promise I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you ev-”

“No, don’t you lie to me!” Tears began to rise at the corners of your eyes, your emotions no longer satisfied with just spilling from the mouth. “Do you think I’m still that foolish girl, to believe such promises? You said it yourself before you sent us off and betrayed us. This is who you are, but no more.” You reached for your bag and looked at your husband one last time. “I won’t do this, I can’t. Not when there’s a baby involved.”

You could see then that Tommy hadn’t accounted for even the possibility of another player in his game. His eyes clouded moments before him being was struck with the notion that you were carrying his firstborn child. His hand swiftly came to your stomach. “They didn’t know, did they? They didn’t hurt them?”

“No. I had a guess, but not even I was sure until last week.” With that blunt remark, you again left Tommy hanging with a foggy mind and no answers. Regaining himself, he was following you once more.

You were so close to the front door when he finally caught up to you. “I’m not letting you take my child from me,” he scowlded. He gripped your arm tight, and you were unsure what emotion had finally overcome him. Anger or fear of truly losing everything.

“Then fix this, Tommy,” you spit back at him. You still loved him, no matter how stupid that made you, but you couldn’t just put up with his lies and isolation any longer. There was another life that you had to protect now, even if that meant from their own father at times. “No more lies. No more tricks. I’m keeping this baby no matter if you’re there or not. When you restore this family, I’ll be back, but not until.” He could see how serious you were and knew that if anything worse than a beating was given to Pol, Michael, John, or Arthur, there was a chance he would never see you or this baby again.

This time, it was Tommy who let go. You left through the front, the driver waiting for you just as you had asked. Once again, the moment had happened so fast yet so slow. You hoped this wasn’t the end for you and Tommy, but your loyalties lied with the family unlike his it now seemed. He stood at the door watching as the driver took your bag, and before the car began to move, you could have sworn you saw something in his eyes. A tear? You tried not to think about it. A family together is always stronger than a family divided, but it didn’t matter if it had already crumbled at the hands of Thomas Shelby, did it?

“Where to, Mrs.Shelby?” The driver commented with his eyes on the long driveway.

Anywhere but here.

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