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Damian Wayne

• Damian wouldn’t want to believe that you actually did whatever you had been accused of, and would have a hard time believing it no matter how terrible it was. But if all the evidence pointed to you then he wouldn’t really have a choice in the matter and would have to take the logical path.

• If Damian did genuinely think that you were guilty then he would try his best to prove otherwise until he could no longer oppose the thing you were blamed of. He’d be very hurt if he couldn’t prove your innocence.

• If you decided to leave because of the accusations and felt that the environment you were in wasn’t exactly the safest or best for you then Damian would agree with your decision. He wants the team to be with people he regarded as trust worth, and if he doesn’t think you fit that category then he won’t oppose your leaving.

• This could possible even cause you to leave your vigilante or crime fighting life for a much more ordinary and mundane one. Word travels fast amongst the vigilante community so if Damian did think you were guilty, many of the other would hear about this pretty quickly too.

• When you turn out to be innocent Damian would be one of the first people to reach out to you and apologise. He finds that admitting when he’s wrong a hard thing to do but after all you’ve been through he needs to put his feelings aside and set things right.

Conner Kent

• Conner would be very surprised at anything you had been accused for as he has such a positive out look of you. So, he certainly wouldn’t believe someone’s word against yours unless there was a lot of proof or you admitted to it.

• Conner is one of the most understanding and supportive people you could ever meet, so if they genuinely thought you were guilty this would be no small thing. He wants to believe that you’re innocent no matter what, but if he has no basis for it he can’t help but chose what the others believe to be true too.

• He’d be heart broken to see you leave after how close the two of you had become, and especially as Conner doesn’t have many people there for him. Even if he wasn’t the one targeted or affected he would still feel like it was rather personal.

• If you decided to leave vigilante and hero life Conner would still find a way to be with you. Deep down he has an inclination that something wasn’t right, so even if he can’t convince you to continue he’ll still keep an eye out for you from the sidelines.

• When you are finally revealed to be innocent Conner would be overjoyed and the happiest you’d ever seen him. Straight away he would include you in the things you had been missing out on and would treat you as if nothing had ever happened to begin with.

Rachel Roth

• Raven usually takes her time when reacting to a betrayal or someone doing something she doesn’t agree with, so she isn’t quick to judge you. But when the thing you’re being accused of is serious then she does need to be wary with you.

• When Raven is finally convinced that you’re not as innocent as you’re claiming to be she will try to take charge and have something done about you and what it means for the team. She doesn’t want to make things hard between the two of you but she will always keep the safety and best interest of the team as her top priority.

• Raven would give you at least a final goodbye of you did decide to leave the team because of the accusations. She doesn’t want all of your friendship and meaningful time together to have been a waste and to end things on bad terms when she doesn’t know what could happen in the future or if you ever will come back (and she’s hoping you will).

• Raven would wait a little while before she would get back into contact with the tou if you had left a lifestyle of crime fighting. She wants you to get on your feet again, and still wants to wait until the accusations had settles.

• When you are announced to be innocent she’ll welcome you back with open arms and tries to ease you back into the team the best that she can. Ravens aware that she can’t erase everything you had been through and how the team handled things, so she tries to make up for this gradually.

Jason Todd

• Jason would firstly try to ignore the accusations and pass them off as simple rumours intended to ruin the team when he first heard the accusations. He doesn’t believe that you’re the type of person to do such things and would stick by you through a lot of it.

• If Jason did genuinely think you were guilty he he would be furious and you’d be met with an explosive response from him. He’s been betrayed and through enough hurt in his life so he has a no tolerance policy for anyone no matter how close he is to them.

• Jason would prefer you to leave more than anything if the accusations hadn’t been proven wrong or you accepted them, mainly because he needs to put himself first. He cares for you deeply but the thought of you being guilty makes him feel personally betrayed and lied to by you.

• You may not hear about how Jason is if you leave the vigilante lifestyle, but he would be raining terror on all the criminals and villains he could get his hands on. As said earlier, he’s pretty angry about it and needs an outlet for all that he’s feeling.

• Jason would get rather emotional and may even cry to you in private if you come back after being proven innocent. He hates the feeling of abandonment and hates himself for thinking that he abandoned you when all along you were innocent.

Garfield Logan

• Garfield would be in complete shock when he hears about the accusations targeted towards you. His first inclination is to protect you and keep the accusations away for as long as he can so you don’t get hurt as much.

• If Garfield had thought that you were guilty or had no way of proving otherwise then he’d try to get a response on the situation from you directly. He’d talk to you for a while about it and believe the things you say, but he can only support you for so long in a situation like this.

• Garfield would miss you a lot if you ever left, and would almost feel like a state of grieving for him. You’re one of the closest people he is to, so your presence not being there has a detrimental affect on his happiness.

• If the accusations become to harsh and you have no way of calming the situation other than leaving the team then Garfield would mois you dearly. He’d wish to be with you and spend some quality time with you again even though he knows he can’t because he knows that you’ve never done anything bad to him or the team.

• When you’re finally proven innocent the. Garfield will rush to you as fast as possible and would act almost like a lost puppy who has found their owner again. He knew deep down that the things said couldn’t be true and is ready to get justice for what you’ve been put through any time that you’re ready.

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lazlolullaby · 8 months

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the Batfamily Bet

the running Gotham joke that Bruce Wayne and Batman have an adoption war going to see how many kids they can keep. But it's actually a cover.

Batman picks up the kids from crime fighting. And if they can't make the cut for sidekick, he sends them to Bruce. It's like witness protection, because if they're in the spotlight, they aren't dead.

More under the cut

Bruce comes from old money. He knows about networking, childhood friendships going into business deals and alliances. The guy may play dumb but he's got a tight hold on his company.

it starts with Richard Grayson. Both of them wanted custody. Batman because he doesn't particularly trust rich people, and Bruce because - hey it's a guy in a Batsuit that scares people. But they work together to bring Tony Zucco down and Dick settles in well after that.

And Batman shows up with a kid named Robin and Dick likes having a friend and Bruce goes "huh". Ok. We are parent friends now. It's why Bruce funds Batman and later the Justice League. Any kids that need vigilante level protection goes to Wayne.

If anyone actually asks, though. If he can prove that the "worst" (subjective) kids can be supported and become good, then Batman will have to pull his punches.

Did you notice that all of the Wayne kids get jumpy when you mention superheroes? That they always are aware of what the local vigilantes are doing, even if they deny it? Their eclectic knowledge? The frustrated looks when the Batfam is rescuing hostages? There's a low level sibling rivalry going on right under everyone's noses.

Bruce Wayne and Batman are co-parenting really well and no one is surprised when Damian Wayne crossed the family line and showed up as Robin.

#Batfam #batfamily #Bruce Wayne #only in gotham #Batman #richard grayson #dick grayson #robin dc #damian wayne #Lazlo's lulls #Ok Tim breaks the pattern of poor orphans but I think the Drakes caught on and offered him up #Which makes sense since Jason passed in a suspicious way and Bruce was kicking himself for letting a kid get in on this #I'd make a joke about kissing with tongue but you know that Bruce has probably tried enough times that he knows he's not getting any #Platonic co parenting batman and Bruce Wayne

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redhead-batgal · 1 year

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can you write more angst with vigilante!reader x jason? thank you so much!

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Fem! and Vigilante! Reader x Jason Todd/ Red Hood

Content: Violence, flashbacks, ~Tragic backstory~, feelings, implications of many kinds, gang lord Jason, yearning, pining and so much angst.

Word Count: 2,812

{P.S. Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, I didn't know if you wanted a whole new one-shot or for me to continue something else. If this isn't it, let me know and I'll do that as well :)}

\P.P.S Prepare to feel the pain. >:3\

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emotions are complex things, fierce and lasting things that always seemed to rage at the wrong moments. Emotions were tricky far trickier then they seemed, especially since they shifted so fluidly and quickly. Changing from calm coolness to a raging inferno of anger.

It made you question how you were able to become a vigilante in the first place.

It was a calm night, so calm even the comms was quiet. A strange and unnatural occurrence... though it might have to do with Catwoman being spotted and Batman chasing after her.

It was going to be a quiet night, he had said. There's no need for back up. But you had begged. Begged to be let back on patrol, it had been weeks... months actually almost two full months since you had been injured.

Much to your surprise he had agreed. You could come along, but no one else. Tim needed to sleep, Damian and Duke had school tomorrow and Dick really needed to get back to his life in Bludhaven. Cass was off on a ballet trip and a broken leg took away any chance Steph had of even being considered.

So, reluctantly he had allowed you to come back. To come out into the open and cool night air once again. The city was quiet... well quiet for Gotham and you were almost enjoying yourself.

Perched by the Gargoyles- nestled against one actually, you watched as the night life of the city hummed and buzzed. A gentle sound for such a place of violence- it was nice. Peaceful and... calming.

Part of you whispered this new calm had to do with a crime boss rising up. The bane of the underworld, the rumors called him. You would just call him Jay-

No, no you wouldn't... no, you couldn't think about this. About him, it never ended well for you. No, it never, ever did.

Looking down at your hands you could still see the lines- the scars the rope made and the thin reminder of the fire that claimed so many lives dancing up the base of your wrists.

"Do they still hurt when it rains?" A voice asked, a deadly familiar voice.

A laugh escaped you and you replied before you fully realized what was happening, "Only if it's really pouring."

Just as the words left your lips, you found yourself freeze as the realization hit you. Only one person knew about that joke, and only one person had that voice. That heartbreakingly comforting voice that still haunted your nightmares.

Looking up you found a man, a man in a red helmet and strange looking armor with a peculiar red bat symbol across his chest. A brown leather jacket clung to his arms as he crouched near you.

Your mouth was a gap as your mask clad eyes began to water and for a brief moment you heard an alarm of sorts going off from the comms. Frantic voices cracked over the line before it finally fell into the staticky sound of snow.

Swallowing, your body flinched slamming against the gargoyle which shuttered and twitched. Sliding along the edge you tried so hard to get far enough away you could get back onto the roof and fight him. After all, there was no reason for him to be here. No reason for him to want to talk to you unless- unless he was trying to distract you from some crime or-or something bad that was happening.

Rolling under the gargoyle's arms, you safely made it onto the roof and whipped out some batarangs as your breath went still.

Jas- no, Red Hood held up his hands as he rose to his full height shaking his head. You felt your body trembling as you glared at him. Something in you beginning to shift and slide, fighting to come back into the light.

"I'm not gonna fight you, Mouse."

Locking your jaw, you swallowed again and raised your head before sliding your free hand towards the bar that pressed into your side. Of course he had to use that damned nickname.

"That's unfortunate because I sure as hell am going to fight you."

Snapping the bar out, the long chain tail- flail swirled out jumping forwards and causing J-Red Hood to lurch backwards. The tiny spikes that clung to the tip chain glimmered and glinted of death in the moonlight.

Narrowing your eyes, you twisted before swinging the flail at him. His body dropped as he dodged the swinging chain.

"Y/N, stop. I don't want to fight you."

A snarl escaped you as you pulled, sending the chain whirling in his direction, "Funny, because I don't remember asking you!"

He let out a grunt before the flail slammed into his arm, sending him towards the concrete.

"Is this really how you treat your friends, Mouse?"

"Only the former ones."

He sputtered out a laugh and you heard him cough. Part of you burst with worry. What if you hit him too hard? What if he's badly injured and coughing up blood? What if he dies?

"Former? Come on, don't I deserve a little more credit then that? I did save your life after all."

You forced yourself to roll your eyes as his words slammed into your gut. Whispers of the past drummed in your ears, and you shook your head.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

Red Hood froze for a moment, and you yanked the chain of your flail back. It skittered by him for just a moment before he was suddenly lunging towards it. His hands were wrapped around it before you could even think to stop him. He pulled on the chain and you, as he wrapped the chain around himself.

"Do you not remember? Remember how we'd sneak the wallets out of pedestrians and would spend hours in the library reading to each other?"

"I do!" You hissed trying to pull the flail's chain from his hands as memories slammed against your vision, "I REMEMBER EVERYTHING, DO YOU?"

"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You looked at him, tears forming in your eyes before you squeezed them shut and let out a breath.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- It was a dark and dreary day when you first met Jason Peter Todd. Rifling through garbage cans wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, but it was your only option. You were too clumsy and noticeable to pick pockets and weren't exactly what the madams and pimps were looking for. After all, you were only seven.

You were halfway through the reeking trash when you felt a presence. Rising out of the can, you narrowed your eyes to see a boy around your age stand just behind you. He wrinkled his nose before shaking his head.

"You're rat, right?"

You let out a hiss and the boy blinked before snorting slightly, though his eyes shined of fear, he didn't run away.

"I think I understand the nickname now, though Oscar the grouch would be more appropriate."

You glared at him, and he nervously looked you up and down before sighing.

"I'll give you food if you help me dump some drugs."

You blinked, tilting your head to the side you raised an eyebrow and the boy blushed ever so slightly.

"I heard that you're good at it and need to get rid of some."

Shimming a bit, you looked him over before letting out a sigh. It had been a while since you got a good meal. Rising more, you hopped out of the trash can and nodded slowly.

The boy blinked and you tilted your head again. He swallowed nervously the said, "You'll do it?"

A sigh of relief escaped him, and he offered out his hand to you. You narrowed your eyes, blinking before giving him a look. Did he really want to shake hands with you?

"Come on," He tried weakly, "I don't bite."

Hesitantly, you moved forwards before pressing your grime covered hand in his.

"Jason." He said with a smile.

You swallowed as one of the very few words you knew sprang to mind. Your own name. But- you didn't know how to say it really. Just how it looked.

"Do you have a name?" Jason asked his brows furrowed.

You nodded and Jason's furrow grew deeper, "Do you not want to tell me then?"

You shook your head rapidly and Jason sighed before tilting his own head.

"Do you know your name?"

You nodded again before raising a hand towards your face. How to tell him? Oh, OH! Yes.

Pressing a finger against your mouth you shook your head. Jason hesitated for a moment before blinking.

"Oh, you can't speak?"

You shook your head once more and Jason tried again.

"You don't know how to say it?"

You nodded and Jason placed his hands on his hips shaking his head before sighing again.

"Okay, I guess. Come on, we have to go back to my house to get the stuff."

Jason began to walk, and you quickly followed, there was food after all. It didn't take long before you arrived at a apartment complex, you went up to a modest door and Jason knocked. A few seconds later the door opened, and a blonde woman poked her head out. She blinked before sighing.

"Jason, what are you doing- wait... is that a little girl with you?"

Jason nodded, pushing the door open and pulling you into the apartment. The woman closed and locked the door behind her.

"Yup, she was on the street and helped me out, so I offered her some food in return."

The woman looked you over before shaking her head.

"Alright, but please don't do this again... Also, what's her name? What's your name dear?"

"She can't really speak. But everyone calls her rat."

"Rat? My goodness that's an awful name. Come on now. I'm going to get her washed up. Why don't you find something for her to eat jay?"

"Course mom."

Mom? This was his mother? The woman gently took you by the arm and guided you towards a room just away from the front door. Not long later, she had you in a tub of warm water and was spraying water across your face, "How in the world did you end up so dirty?"

You didn't reply, instead you blinked up at her and she smiled softly at you. Sweet smelling substances were rubbed across your body and hair and then washed away before you were pulled out of the now black water and wrapped in a towel.

Not long later, Jason walked into the room holding bundle in his arms. His mom looked over her should before turning back to you a smile on her face. "Hmm, I don't know jaybird. She doesn't really look like a rat, does she?"

"No, not really."

"I think she looks more like a mouse! A cute little fluffy mouse. Ooo, we should call her that!"

Jason snorted as your face flushed red. The soft and fluffy towel wrapped around your frame. Then suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. Jason's mom went still before a drowsy smile stretched across her face. She patted your head and began walking towards the door.

"Stay here and until I come and get you two alright?"

You nodded and she closed the door as she left. Jason let out a soft string of curse words before passing a bundle of clothes to you.

"These are some of my old things, they will probably fit best."

You smiled at him, and he paused for a moment before turning away.

"Just get dressed please. I still need your help."

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"I'm really sorry about your mom Jay." You whispered, leaning against his shoulder.

He sighed before shrugging, "Don't be too sorry. It's not your fault after all."

Punching his side you scowled at him, and he finally looked you in the eyes. They were red and you could see the remnants of tears on his face.

"It doesn't matter Y/N. It- it's been almost a year."

"And? It doesn't change the fact that I just found out and she's- was your mom!"

Jason pushed you back and you head butted him causing him to laugh.

"Ouch Mouse, did you really have to do that?"

You nodded, "Yes. One your are being stupid trying to be stoic and two I know you're keeping something from me."

"Aww, full sentences I'm so proud."

You elbowed him again and he winced before rubbing the back of his neck. Your face fell as you looked him over.

"Jaybird?"

"Bruce Wayne is adopting me."

Everything went quiet for a moment, and you forced a breath out.

"Oh, OH. I- sorry. I should be congratulating you. Congrats, you're finally getting out of here."

"Yeah," Jason began turning towards you, "without you."

"Don't worry about me I'll be fine."

"Mouse, I've been worried about you since we first met. You don't have the best track record."

"And you do?"

Jason froze before a small smile appeared on his face, "Touche."

Laying your head on his shoulder you sighed, "I'll be fine. Don't worry too much. And if you feel like you really need to, you are always welcome to visit."

"Really?"

"Course Jaybird."

"Thanks, Mouse."

Swallowing the bitter feeling rising in your throat you gave him a sharp nod and a soft smile.

"Always, Jay."

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It felt as though you had swallowed live coals. Burning hot and strong, they scorched your throat as the heavy rain poured and slammed into the ground.

The sky- oh god the sky was grey and dark. The world was dark and you- you couldn't even function.

Dead. He was dead.

A car accident, they said. Halfway across the world. And now- now you were alone because he was gone.

Your mouth felt so dry and yet, the tears never seemed to stop. Not when your hair was drenched and skin soaked, not when the rain seemed ready to swallow you up but never spit you out. No, the tears almost seemed as if they could out last the rain.

After all they filled the now hollow shell that you were. You couldn't even hear or feel your own heartbeat anymore. Breathing- oh hell breathing was forced at best. Why- why should you keep going if he was gone?

Gone. Gone like everyone else you had ever cared about, ever. Was it you? Were you the cause for this? Why did he have to die? Why did he have to be so far away when it happened, why couldn't he have been close?

Why didn't you get to say goodbye?

Or was- was it because whatever want to say goodbye was now gone too?

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Something sharp brought you back to reality. Blinking you found a spike digging into your hand and drawing blood. Looking at him you swallowed. Two months, it had been two months since you discovered he was alive and nearly died in your fit of frustration.

Shaking your head, you fought off the memories that tried to surface. The others were bad enough you didn't need more to make it worse. "Why?" he whispered causing you to look at him.

"Why what?"

"Why can't things just go back to the way they used to be?"

It was hard to breathe, with him so close- so desperate, "Because you left me! You- you always do!"

Your reply was sputtered, and halfhearted. Jason shook his head and leaned in closer to you his voice becoming clearer.

"What?"

"I'm-i'm not the same as I used to be."

"I don't care. You'll always be Y/N to me." His voice cracked and part of you began to crumble.

Why- why couldn't you just ignore these stupid and pounding feelings? These things that pulsed and jumped at his touched and danced, screaming at the sound that broken tone; why couldn't you just ignore them?

Tears, hot and fierce flushed against your eyes, "But- you changed too."

"No, no I'm-no!" Jason shook his head again and you could swear you could see his pleading expression through the mask, "I'm the same as I've always been. I'm your jaybird and you're my mouse. Always will be."

"No-no I'm not." You whispered as that rainy day flooded your mind.

"Why not?" Jason asked pulling you in even closer and causing all of your emotions to come bubbling out.

"BECAUSE YOU DIED. AND- AND WHEN YOU DIED, I-"

Jason pulled you in closed, close enough that you can hear his breathing, "You what?"

"I DIED WITH YOU!"

His grip went slack, and you yanked the flail from his grasps your body trembling. Why couldn't you just shut up?

"What?"

You looked back towards him feeling tears now spilling down your face. Closing your eyes for just a moment you raised your head.

"WHEN YOU DIED, I DIED WITH YOU."

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fallingwaynes · 6 months

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FOLKLORE ; SEVEN

JASON TODD X READER

Stealing the tires of Batman’s car was possibly the best thing that could’ve ever happened to Jason Todd. He expected to be arrested, but instead he was welcomed with a nice home and hot food. Where he lived, hot food was a rarity but now at the Wayne Manor, he could eat as much food as he wanted.

That made up for having to fight most nights, as Batman’s second Robin. He didn’t even care about the bruises on his faces, because at least he could come back to a warm bath (he was surprised at the hot water running through the pipes) and a large plate of food Alfred would cook for him.

The only downside of moving away from his poverty, and crime ridden neighbourhood was leaving his best friend behind. You had helped him out, in more ways than he could even imagine and he had just left you to fend for yourself. Jason felt guilty, and that was one of the main reasons why he chose to visit you every weekend.

Right now, he was pacing up and down your bedroom and trying his best to hide the bruises that littered his face. He turned to face you, and smiled softly. “I’ve missed you.”

He didn’t know how else to word it, so he decided to tell you exactly how he thought it. You noticed the bruises across his face, under his eye and on his cheek. “Jay, how did you get those bruises?”

He winced at your question, turning away from you and staring out the window. Your bedroom gave a direct view of the abandoned, half destroyed warehouse on the opposite side of the street and he sighed. “These bruises are nothing.”

You always knew when he was lying, and he knew that. He shrugged, the twelve year old turning to face you now. “I promise, it was just a little fight.” It wasn’t just a little fight but how else was he supposed to admit that he was the crime fighting vigilante Robin?

At first, when Bruce had told him of the opportunity to become Robin, his thought had been to tell you. He knew you’d be thrilled by it, as he’d listened to your many excited rants on how Batman and Robin were amazing. How they fought to help the defenceless people of Gotham. However Bruce had made him promise he wouldn’t tell anyone, and that included you so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted, and needed, Bruce to trust him.

“I’m alright.” he mumbled, before lifting his head with a smile. “You should come visit the Manor sometime.” He hoped that your answer would be yes, and he could convince Bruce to adopt you too. He hated knowing that everyday could be your last, and he might not be able to protect you.

You frowned as you looked at the bruises on his face again. “It doesn’t look like a little fight.” you muttered to yourself, but then shook your head. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. You didn’t want to push him into talking, out of fear that he might shut you out.

“How is it at the Wayne Manor?” your eyes lit up, grinning slightly.“Is Bruce how I thought he’d be?” You hoped for Jason’s sake, that Bruce is as caring and loving as you thought he’d be.

“Way nicer than you thought.” Jason confirmed with a small nod. “Really, he’s a great guy, it’s pretty great living with him.” He could sense your worry, so he pulled out a small bracelet from his pocket. Bruce gave it to him as a welcome gift, but he decided you needed it more. “I have something for you. It’s for you.”

You looked down at the bracelet, and he reached for your hand. His touch was rather gentle, and he slid the bracelet onto your wrist. It didn’t fit perfectly, there was still a bit of a gap between your wrist and the bracelet but Jason thought it suited you.

Jason loved the smile that appeared on your face, as you stared down at the bracelet. He hadn’t seen you smile like that in a long time and for the first time, he felt as though he was actually doing some good in Gotham.

“It’s nice to see you smile again.” he admitted with a soft smile.

You nodded again, running your hand along the bracelet. It must’ve cost a lot of money, but Jason seemed happy enough to just hand it over to you. “It’s nice that you’re happy with Bruce.” your tone was genuine, but your smile fell slightly. “You’re lucky to get out of this area.” you gestured to the window, referring to the crime run area he had managed to leave.

“I know, it’s just I-“ he frowned, unsure how to phrase his next words. Jason knew better than to lie to you, he always had. “I wish you could have come with me.” He finally admitted.

You sighed, that’s what you wished too but the decision was up to Bruce Wayne. “Me too.” you spoke after a short moment, and then stared over at Jason. “It’s up to Bruce, and what he says.”

“I talked to Bruce, he said no.” He admitted. It was one of the most difficult things he had ever done, approaching Bruce after a night as Robin and asking about his best friend. Asking if you could come live with him.

Bruce had been polite and understanding, he had let Jason explain the situation. He had listened calmly, but made it clear that his answer was no. Jason didn’t blame him, but he was slightly disappointed and annoyed by the answer. “He said he can only manage one child at a time.”

You nodded, a sad smile on your face. “It’s okay.” you rubbed the bracelet again, as though it would give you luck. “I’m just glad one of us is out of this neighbourhood.”

Jason hated the idea of you being sad, and he reached for your hands again. “Maybe you can still visit.” he nodded, sure that Bruce would at least agree to that. “Alfred is so nice, he loves classic literature as much as we do.”

You hesitated to answer, and he frowned at your silence. He rubbed circles along your palm with his hand, and he stared at the bracelet. He wanted you to be happy, and he didn’t know what else to say. “Bruce will be fine with it.” Jason assured you.

“Then I’d love to come.” you nodded, smiling at Jason’s actions. Maybe seeing the Manor would remind you how life could turn out for you in the future. A reminder that you weren’t stuck in Gotham for the rest of your life.

Jason smiled again, still circling your palm with his thumb. “I promise you one thing,” he muttered softly, his head tilting as he looked at you. “When we’re old enough, we will leave Gotham.”

He didn’t know where you two would go, but all he knew is that it would be far away from Gotham. Maybe a nice countryside home, or a safer city. “Anywhere, just away from here.” he promised again, hoping that he could at least keep this promise to you.

“Anywhere.” you repeated his words softly, smiling again at him. He nodded quickly, and waited for you to say something else, to suggest somewhere they would escape to. “We can move to India.”

He nodded again, holding out his pinky finger almost as if to swear it. “We can move to India, if that’s what you want.” he tucked his finger against yours, and smiled.

“India seems like a lovely place.”

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd #robin!jason #robin!jason x reader #robin!jason x you #robin!jason x y/n #apollo’s writing!!

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thebnha-auhoard · 1 year

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Busts through the door

Au where Personas exist in the MHA universe and all of Class 1-A slowly gets Personas over the course of their first year.

It is first to be said though that this is not the first time that someone was brought into the Velvet Room to fight against a threat endangering the world. It is not the first nor it will be the last.

This however, is perhaps the longest instance of Persona Users fighting a Threat and arguably the most dangerous one.

It should not be a surprise that humanity's downfall would come from a human. Though, many would go and argue that All For One is hardly human now. Instead more of a caricature of what is believed to be all the worst villains in media and blended together into a terrifyingly cruel and powerful man.

Across time, One For All users would take up arms and unlock their Persona to fight All For One in both the real and cognitive world, all passing down the Quirk in hopes for someone to beat All For One. At the same time, they pass down access to the Velvet Room and potential to unlock their Persona.

When All Might landed the final blow on All For One all those years ago, it was thought to be the end of the conflict and a final goodbye to the Velvet Room for quite some time.

That of course did not happen. All For One is somehow still alive, Yagi doesn't have a successor and can't quite use his Persona as he used to, and it is becoming apparent that this World is running out of time.

So Igor does what he does best, he looks at humanity, chooses one person, and invites them to the Velvet Room.

Ruin has once again threaten this world. And now, the world needs its tricksters to stop it.

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Shouta sighs. “I hope you all know the gravity of the situation.”

He flips through the papers. “Breaking and entering, Larceny, Vandalism, Computer Crime, Destruction of Property, Possession of Firearms, Involvement with the League of Villains, Obstruction of Justice, and Vigilantism. You all have a file and it’s going to affect all of your futures.”

He looks up at all of them. “Especially since all of you are heroes in training.”

The entirety of Class 1-A looked away from him. None of them particularly looked like the famed Phantom Thieves but it's always the ones you least expect.

Again, he sighs. "You all are incredibly lucky that you were allowed to be interrogated together. I don't know what Nedzu pulled to allow this but it's something that you should be grateful for."

Silence, before a quiet- "...Mei should be with us."

Shouta winces. "I am aware that Hatsume Mei is part of the Phantom Thieves but she was to be requested to be interrogated alone due to her separate crimes of both Vigilantism and illegal manufacturing of Support Equipment and Firearms. If you're worried for her then I want you all to know that Nedzu is making sure that the police won't arrest her for anything she didn't do and that she is getting a fair interrogation."

"How about Present Mic? What's going to happen to him?"

It takes all of Shouta's willpower to show nothing on his face. Hizashi is...What Hizashi did throughout the entire school year turned out to be a lot more than just "Figuring out who the Phantom Thieves actually were". He doesn't understand what Hizashi found and why he kept digging for more and why he continued to keep in touch with the people he did but he hopes- And he goddamn hopes that Hizashi did it for the right reasons.

There was a reason why he was here and not helping Tsukauchi with interrogation.

Instead of answering, he takes a deep breath. "Look, I can't help you if none of you say anything. And considering the present...circumstances of the world, you have to say something so that all of you may avoid jail time or worse. I can't guarantee that you'll still be able to attend this school, but I will try my best to protect all of you."

More silence.

"What about Shouto?" asks Kaminari. "What- What about him? He isn't here right now and- And I trust you Mr Aizawa I really do but we don't even know if he's-" Kaminari hiccups. "He got hurt really badly and we don't know what happened to him."

Kaminari looks at him with wide eyes. "Mr Aizawa is he-"

"He's recovering," he says immediately. "He's recovering and doctors are optimistic about him waking up soon."

Immediately, the entire class breath out a sigh of relief and god. That shouldn't happen. They shouldn't have to worry about their friend dying now. They shouldn't have to ever worry about their friend dying. He's trained them so that they can save people while also preventing their own deaths. So that this scenario will never happen to any of them.

So that someone doesn't have to see their best friend die in front of them.

Shouta can't help but wonder where it went wrong. When this year started, all of his kids were heroes in training, all promising, and all ready to do what was right.

Now he sits across from them interrogating them about Vigilantism and Association with the League.

"...Mr Aizawa?"

"Yes Midoriya?"

"I'm the Leader of the Phantom Thieves."

"Yes. You went and told us that the moment we first apprehended you all."

"Yeah. That also means I know how this started. And uh..." His student pulls on his sleeve. "Mr Aizawa, when do you think this started?"

Shouta thinks for a moment. "The Aldera Junior High Incident. A principal confessed all of his crimes regarding the mistreatment of students, bias towards Quirks, complacency towards bullying, and poor management of staff."

"Bingo. That's where it began. But uh- That was just our first successful mission. We had to go back and forth between it all so that we could succeed. To go and find a route to steal his Heart."

"And how, Midoriya did you manage to achieve that?"

For a moment, Shouta thinks Midoriya would close up again, that this was a piece of a puzzle that he had to figure out, but instead Midoriya talks.

"On my phone," he says. "There's an app. It's red and it has an eye in the middle of it. That's how me and Kacchan stole our former principal's Heart. That's how all of us were able to steal all the Hearts of our previous missions."

"...And how does that work?"

Midoriya leans back. "Mr Aizawa, I want you to first suspend all disbelief because if you don't then this is going to feel more confusing than it already is."

Shouta looks at his Class and sighs for what seems like the millionth time this hour. "I think considering the state of the world, I feel like I can believe anything at this point.

Midoriya nods and takes a deep breath. "That app is called the 'Metaverse App', and me and Kacchan got that app around our final months of our Second Year at Aldera Junior High."

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pendragon-writes · 1 year

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CW Flash Dating M!Reader HC

Let's start with before you two started dating.

Okay now depending on how you two met is how interactions may go.

If you were perhaps a barista at his favorite coffee shop he may or may not drop by more often than normal just to see you.

Don't be surprised if he becomes a regular lol.

After some time, he'll try his best to drop hints, but they don't seem like hints until he straight-up asks you out.

If you work at the same police department then oh boy.

Depending on your position he’ll either talk your ear off before realizing and apologizing,

Or asking what cases you have and if he can help in any way.

If you met him as a fellow crime fighter, well if you've been one longer than him he would have a fanboy moment, and honestly probably if you were one around when he started as well.

Okay, I went on long enough with pre-dating, I'll actually get started on what you came for now lol.

To me, he honestly seems like a big fan of PDA, not too much where it's awkward but something that feels reassuring.

Also the type to plant kisses on your forehead on his way out.

If you're both vigilantes he most likely did it when you were both in costume out of habit and caught the entire media's attention.

Have fun dealing with that...

The type to forget something really important and would have it on a calendar, so like anniversaries are labeled with red hearts and dates are labeled with yellow ones.

Knows your coffee/tea order by heart. (Or whatever drink you like).

When he isn't busy with hero work or his actual jobs he'd set up a movie or your favorite multiplayer game and the two of you will just have a stay-at-home date.

A bit overprotective if you're also a vigilante but not overbearing with it.

He is the golden retriever boyfriend, and you can fight me on this lol.

If you also have golden retriever energy the rooms literally shine when you two are together.

If you're the cat to his golden retriever then you two are a very interesting dynamic that's for sure.

For my fellow Trans Guys/Trans Masc

If you're on T and take shots he would gladly help you take it.

If you're not on T or anything of the sort he would still see you as a man, after all, taking T doesn't make you any less of a man.

If you bind he'd make sure you don't overdo it.

If you're post-op and have scars he would ask if he could lightly trace them, not for sexual reasons but just because he admires them.

If you just got top/bottom surgery (Not required to be a man but for those who have or want to I'm adding these) he'll force you to stay in bed and would ask the others for soup recipes.

Just be prepared to have too much soup on your hands.

Unfortunately, that's all I have for now but I might add more to it in the future.

#cw flash #the flash #the flash dating headcanons #dating headcanons #barry allen #the flash headcanons #the flash x male reader #the flash x m!reader #barry allen x male reader

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pavo-ocxllus · 2 years

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𝟐𝟑:𝟎𝟐

the highly-esteemed businessman (and occasionally part-time bartender) DILUC's persona highly contrasted from broad daylight in comparison to the narrow "night."

during the day, he was more than just the wealthiest tycoon of mondstadt—known to most of the civilians as the cold, brooding man that’s rather vocal about his negative opinions regarding the nation’s knights of favonius, though polite, modest: the definition of the ideal gentleman (and possible marriage candidate).

albeit unknown, when darkness starts to loom over the city as lights start to illuminate the area and stars begin scattering every inch of the sky, he’s better known as the “darknight hero,” a vigilante who had gained the praise and awe from the average citizens and the rare few of them who saw him fight crime in person.

however, to you, he was simply diluc, sometimes ‘luc in private. you didn’t use the seemingly sacred alias nearly as frequently than in your younger years, but the nickname-turned term of endearment wasn’t something that would make him flinch in surprise at the “intimate” gesture.

then there was diluc during the previously stated “narrow ‘night.’” the rare times that he would come home, greeted by you and his staff, with neither loads of paperwork to file in his study, justice that needed to be brought, nor any excuse to further disorder (or “improvise” as he preferred to dub it as such) his sleeping schedule, you’ve physically pushed him upwards to your shared sleeping quarters, as if he would start dashing away at the slight chance you went easy on him. however, this wasn’t something that ever bothered the flaming redhead—in fact, diluc found it rather endearing.

to say that most, if not all of his servants didn’t greatly care about his well-being would naturally be a flat-out ruse, yet it was somewhat pleasant to witness someone be concerned over the worrying inconsistency of his slumber’s hours that wasn’t under his payroll.

so, without prior thinking, he willingly subjects to your adamant attitude, causing this whole “operation: get diluc to sleep like a normal person” (or gdtslanp for short) to become quite effortless than you made it out to be in your mind.

from dinner to a bath to pulling him to the bed you’ve partly occupied, his empty side all ready for him, it seemed that “forcing” him to comply with this “pampering” gradually turned easier every second—not that it really required any work in the first place.

“really, love, you shouldn’t feel the need to concern yourself with something so trivial,” diluc’s face morphed into a small, soft smile, chuckling at your behavior. his crimson hair that was no longer in his usual low-ponytail, instead held down. though mostly dry since he bathed at least an hour ago, the tips were still wet. “i can assure you that i can be responsible with my sleeping patterns.”

“well now, i thought you were the master diluc! i shouldn’t expect you to think i would fall for such empty words,” you retorted, in spite of well knowing that really, your significant other had nothing to do. perhaps it was so rare that you couldn’t help but feel defensive—maybe this was some sort of dream. “stay here, i wouldn’t want you running off to secretly go to the city again, would i?”

that was a scenario that happened one too many times, it was only once, but that doesn’t really matter. although your theatrics were a bit... excessive, in the end, this wasn’t really such an enormous deal to get all fussy about. with the amount of roles diluc took on relating to keep mondstadt both safe and its economy afloat, it was kind of reasonable that the man would pull a few hours from his sleep to work.

however, tonight wasn’t that night. he was going to sleep. just like what a normal person did.

and sleep he did.

surprisingly, it didn’t take him long to hit the hay the moment he was aware the lights vaulted on the ceiling went out (courtesy of you). he even let out a slightly inaudible snore! you didn’t even get the chance to say a soft, quiet “good night.” maybe he took a few more hours off his sleep schedule than you originally believed.

“good night, ‘luc,” you whispered, smiling to yourself as his nose nuzzled into your neck, slowly growing tired yourself. closing your eyes, your last sight being diluc’s face.

that was until a few hours later.

enter, the quote unquote “narrow night” persona.

you awoke to a rather loud groan filling the room from none other than diluc himself. with yourself curled right next to him, it seemed almost impossible to sleep through that noise. however, despite your mind being a bit more than agitated at the moment, you still had at least an ounce of worry.

“...’luc?” you question, morning voice kicking in even though it was the dead of night. his body warmth seemed to practically blaze throughout his body, even more than usual.

diluc’s body slightly shuffled, his arms tightening around you as if he was trying to suffocate you, his temperature burning through his clothes and into your skin.

“mmhhrghh...” his incomprehensible words had distress subtly laced around them, though not to the point they would go under your radar. whatever he was dreaming of, it was enough to cause you to be more than wide awake now.

“hey, c’mon... wake up.”

as if the red-haired man was actually fully conscious, a few moments later he replied, “...no.”

you didn’t have the time to roll your eyes, mostly attributable to the fact that it appeared that said time was gradually shrinking due to your significant other’s death grip on your torso.

“diluc... please...” you practically begged. the darknight hero is always on his guard after all, apparently even in his slumber, his most vulnerable state. probably something you should probably scold him for not placing enough trust in you—but for now, that wasn’t exactly on your mind.

in a split second, the archons themselves managed to take heed and indulge in your silent, countless of prayers to get this man off of you before he wakes up to a lifeless corpse beside him.

a rather loud gasp escaping from his lips, his orange-red eyes stretched out and how he jolted upwards to sit up signaled his awaken status. the poor guy’s pants were more than audible, his chest rising and falling at a concerningly quick rate. all of a sudden, sweat beads became more discernible. his expression was in a state of panic.

almost immediately, his eyes were directed towards you, as if you were the one that just woke up from the nightmare.

“y/n, are you alright?” diluc inquired, concern flooding his widened eyes, disregarding his cold sweat. the rare expression that was other than his usual nonchalant display of emotions would’ve, under normal circumstances, cause you flamboyantly swoon in adoration and delight (much to his embarrassment, both in public and in private). however, you couldn’t help yet act differently in this scenario.

“...love?” he asked for your attention once more, his worry slightly growing when you refused to respond. his calloused hands that were the result of many years of prolonged use of his claymore softly grasped on your cheek. at the intimate gesture, it felt impossible to feel not feel guilty on what you were about to do. “are you okay- ouch-!”

the flick to the forehead wasn’t at all anticipated, making it seemingly hurt more than it did.

“you complete idiot,” you laughed, pecking his forehead in the area where you inflicted a slightly red and sore spot grow on diluc’s forehead. though already more than (read: not at all) accustomed to your various affections, it appeared as though one of the weaker displays of your endearment made him heat up, completely flustered. “worry about yourself more... have you seen yourself?”

you grabbed his arm and pulled it up to his view for emphasis.

“you’re paler than usual! just a minute ago, you were practically burning up into a crisp!” you pointed out, albeit rather loudly. it was a miracle that none of diluc’s staff barged into his sleeping quarters out of pure concern in the next few minutes. “forget me—what about you?”

your previously aggressive tone faltered into a more soft one, but the concern you felt over your boyfriend didn’t leave you.

“they’re just nightmares... i’ve had them for as long as i can remember,” of course, diluc blatantly lied on that very sentence. he wasn’t about to spill his guts out on the source of his dreams—he couldn’t just tell you that his late father’s death still haunts him to this day. that isn’t the emotional baggage that is obligatory to unpack at the moment, especially when he’s supposed to “relax.”

fortunately for the redhead, you didn’t bother to attempt to pry into his vague explanation. instead, you opted to lay down on your shared bed once more, tugging on the collar of his shirt to bring him down with you.

“...i think it’s because you fell asleep before i did,” you came to your own conclusion, making diluc crack a smile. that didn’t make sense at all! no matter, he was quick to adapt to his new position, circling his arms around your torso like before, perching his chin above your head.

not bothering to question how you decided this was the reason for his nightmares, diluc made himself comfortable while you pondered more on the possible causes, then stopped to nod to yourself, finally confident in your thoughts.

“yeah. that’s it.”

in reality, that wasn’t it, and you were well aware of the that. you weren’t stupid, even if you did a seemingly good job of acting like it. you may not know exactly the cause of your significant other’s horrible dreams, but that doesn’t mean you could just brush it off like nothing. the poor man’s strong actions were just too drastic to be ignored.

however, you can’t demand answers out of diluc either. he has no obligation to indulge in your curiosities after all.

so, little did you know, like him, you deceived him as well. this was a conversation for another time, no matter if it’s days, weeks, years, perhaps even the next morning. you were supposed to get diluc to sleep not in the usual ungodly hours he would’ve if you hadn’t “intervened.”

“well, what do you suppose we do?” diluc asked, his ruby-colored eyes peering down at you.

“well, we sleep, that’s for certain,” you chuckled, staring at him back. it would’ve been rather uncomfortable to look at had the bedroom have another light source other than the spilling moonlight from the window. “but we’ll do it together.”

not arguing against your stupid, maybe even childish solution, he changed his position from your head and settled near your neck, his vibrant hair now tickling your face a bit.

“let’s get to it, then.”

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

#what the hell is this #i literally regurgitated words #this is a rather late birthday present for a fictional character #but happy birthday to diluc!!#diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #diluc x gn reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#i really really home to get the first chapter of the suns in our eyes up soon #soft!diluc #probably ooc but shh #not proofread sorry

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whumpering-heights · 2 years

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Behind the Masks: Ill-itting

MASTERLIST

tagging: @pumpkin-spice-whump @octopus-reactivated @fanastyfinder @whumpy-arts-and-crafts @arsonfrogger @burtlederp @harri-00 @akito-fuckn-fear @potatoo-angst

CWs: internalized ableism, nerve damage, arguments, meltdown

One morning, Vilian was awoken by a Vigilante talking on the phone. It seemed he was talking to his boss, asking for more hours.

“Yeah, I know I wasn’t in a lot. I’ve been taking care of that sick friend of mine.”

Villain blinked, still half-asleep, but being referred to as a “friend” was enough to catch him off guard. Although, it was probably just a lie Vigilante said to excuse his absence from work.

The conversation continued a little, before an agreement seemed to be reached. Vigilante sighed as he hung up the phone.

“Never thought I’d be glad to be overscheduled.” he muttered. “Good news is, we should be able to afford something other than noodles now.”

Villain felt something unpleasant in his gut. He already had Vigilante to thank for so much: he could lose his career and even his life if he was found harbouring two wanted criminals. Although there was no warrant yet, there was no way Villain’s escape hadn’t been noticed. Hero must be keeping it on the down-low as he searched, to avoid scandal.

Villain glanced around the crappy apartment. A thick, white paintjob on everything, even the outlets. A corner of the window was ductaped up, with cracks coming from it. The carpet looked like it might have been red, once upon a time, but it had faded to a grayish brown. Or perhaps a brownish gray, if you squinted.

Vigilante was “freelance”, meaning he wasn’t part of any official government program. Not anymore. This meant he could pick his own jobs, which usually involved dishing out justice for the people the authorities forgot. People who got into trouble, but weren’t keen to involve police, or didn’t have the funds to seek justice through the regular channels. And yes, at times he assisted with bigger jobs, like bank robberies or stopping Villain. The reward of those jobs was roughly triple what he usually got. But he didn’t fight crime for the paycheck: he wanted to help the city become safer, for everyone. For a guy who wanted to see him in prison and had beat him up numerous times, Villain had a kind of respect for him.

Being freelance, unfortunately, meant no government subsidies. No fancy lab, no superpower serum, not even insurance. He worked two dayjobs to support himself: as a martial arts teacher, and a custodian at the local police station. The latter allowed him a way to keep an ear on local criminal activities, and find the gaps in law enforcement. One would be surprised what you overhear when people think you don’t matter.

Those jobs, however, didn’t really make enough to support three people. Vigilante was very aware his apartment wasn’t made to accommodate two runaways: Villain slept in his bed, Hench took the couch, and he just threw anything soft he could find on a pile on the floor to sleep. Blankets, pillows, but also jackets and towels. It wasn’t that uncomfortable, really.

God, it had taken so very long to convince Hench to take the couch, back when Villain arrived. The kid had argued she’d slept on the street for months, so she didn’t need it. But that had just strenghtend his resolve. The argument had settled when Vigilante simply took the thin woman and dumped her on the couch. When she protested and tried to get off, Vigilante didn’t say a word and picked her back up. After repeating this about five times, she'd given up and stayed put for the night.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna grab groceries, and then I’ll head off to work. Will you two be okay?” Vigilante asked. Villian gave a thumbs up, as did Hench. Still, Vigilante knew he’d be thinking about these two all day.

Villain got dressed, as much as he could by himself. The buttons on his dress shirt were finicky, and even with the little aid that Hench put together for him, it made his right hand hurt.

Vigilante had tried his best to thrift something presentable. Despite his efforts, everything was wrinkly, too big, and smelled of cigarettes and mothballs.

Before his capture, Villain had prided himself on being low-maintenance. Why iron clothes, when that time could be spend working? But now, his disheveled appearance wasn’t by choice. He’d have to ask someone to iron or take in his clothes for him, and he refused to be that fussy. So, he wore his ill-fitting clothes and pretended it was anything like what he used to wear.

Besides, after spending a year in a simple shirt and shorts, even long sleeves felt like a luxury. It made him feel like a person.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t do it all by himself. Seated on the edge of the bed, he’d pulled the pants up to his knees. But his unreliable leg and low energy meant that he couldn’t stand for longer than about 10 seconds without falling. He swallowed what little pride he had left.

“Ada, could you..” He sighed, and mumbled. “..help me out here?”

Despite his low volume, she'd heard him. She must have been waiting outside the bedroom door. Villain pushed down his embarrassment. That feeling had no use to him anymore.

With his right arm, he clung to Ada, and his left tried to pull up the pants. It didn’t work very well. He had to balance on his wobbly left leg. It was his “good” one, though it might be more accurate to call it his “better” leg. He was shaking.

“Wait, let me...” Hench didn’t finish her sentence and reached over to help.

“No!” said Villain, and turned his hips away. Like he could actually stop her from doing anything. He felt like a petulant toddler.

“Just... give me a moment. I can do this.”

“Alright, boss. Take your time.”

Hench spoke so carefully lately, a little bit slowly. Villain would have told her to knock it off, if it didn’t make it a little easier to understand her sometimes.

He resumed his clumsy pulling, which get rougher and increasingly frustrated. His long hair got in his face, more so than it usually was.

He couldn’t see well through the overgrown birdsnest, and the brushing strands made him feel gross. With a huff, he pushed the hair back. The second his hand let go of the trousers, they fell down.

“God damn it--!” He tried to reach down, while also balancing and hanging onto Henchwoman, and his stupid hair fell back in his stupid face, and now he was crying stupid tears, and he was losing his grip-

“Woah, boss, easy! You’ll fall, hang on!”

He was pulled back to sit on the bed, as he was still reaching for those godforsaken pants. No wonder the kid didn’t respect him anymore. He might pretend, but Villain knew better. He was dumb, and slow, and broken, and his godforsaken hair was back in his face again! Cursing under his breath, he tried to brush it away, but it kept falling.

His fingers got caught in the knots, and he pulled, hard. The lighting bolt of pain in his scalp relieved his frustration somewhat. So he did it again, even harder.

When Hench tried to pull his hands away, he struggled.

“Stop!” he yelled through his tears. “I want to- I can do it myself! I just, I need-”

He lost his balance and fell backwards on the bed. He shook his head from side to side, as though his hair were pesky flies he was trying to get off. He wasn’t sure if his cursing was aimed at his hair, himself, or just the world in general.

“Boss, stop it! What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Villain asked, incredulous. His disbelief almost overshadowed his meltdown. “What’s right, Ada? I can’t dress, I can hardly stand, m-my stupid clothes are wrinkled-” Villain’s voice broke. What a foolish thing to get this upset about.

“I just... What’s left?”

Now that the adrenaline had faded, his scalp hurt. He rubbed it, and grimaced at the feeling of heavy tangled hair.

“Hench, please get me some scissors, I am sick of this.”

Henchwoman didn’t move from her spot. She frowned.

“Boss, I don’t think-”

“Get me some scissors,” Villain repeated, sitting up, “Or I will get them myself.”

“But you can barely walk.”

Villain felt the exasperation bubble up and leave his mouth as biting sarcasm.

“What an astute observation Ada, thank you. I can crawl alright, though.”

Any satisfaction he got from his comment, fizzled and faded when he saw Henchwoman’s shoulders hunch up. A dark regret and shame made him lower his gaze.

He scooted to the edge of the bed, but she grabbed his shoulders.

“Boss, I really think you should calm down before getting anything sharp.”

Villain stopped in his struggling, and looked at her incredulous.

“You think I’d hurt myself?”

she grimaced. “Not on purpose.”

“That’s even worse!” exclaimed Villain. He could feel the insult like a physical pain in his chest.

“I can’t believe- I taught you how to use a laser, and now you don’t trust me with a scissor?”

The woman pulled her hands back, and took a step backwards. “Please stop. It’s not a matter of trust, I just worry.”

“Well, don’t! I’ll get them myself, move out of my way.”

Villain kicked off his pants, and stood up. The nerves in his right leg were buzzing, he could feel how wobbly his muscles were. He leaned on the nightstand, and hopped over to the wall for support.

“Right, see.” he said, a little out of breath. “Walking. I got this-”

Just as he said that, he felt something shift, a sharp pain ran from his foot to his hip, and it gave out. With a curse, he fell. He heard his knees hit the floor before the pain registered. It throbbed, and he curled over with a groan. Someone ran toward him, bend down to hurt him- oh no wait, it was just Ada. Villain shuddered, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“C-crawling it is, then.”

“No, boss, stop it! Let’s get you back in bed, please, you’ll get hurt.”

Villain gritted his teeth. “Are you getting me something to cut my hair with?”

She gave up. “Yes, fine! If it will stop you from acting like this.”

“Like what?” asked Villain as he was helped upright. “Like I want to do something by myself?”

“No,” said Henchwoman, eyebrows drawn and voice quiet.

“Like you don’t care if you’re hurt.”

Villain didn’t know how to respond to that, so he stayed quiet.

She sat him back down on the bed, and mumbled something.

“What was that?” asked Villain. Only now he noticed the way the young woman had tensed up.

“Nothing,” she said, curls falling in her face.

“Hey,” Villain reached out to touch her arm, and his heart grew cold and heavy when she flinched lightly. It only a minute movement, but it made all sharp, biting annoyance leave him.

“Hey...” he repeated, gentler. “Kiddo, I didn’t mean to... You were just trying to help.”

“Yeah, I know.” Henchwoman didn’t look in his eyes and fiddled with her sleeve. She wore those turtlenecks and high-necked hoodies all the time, and Villian wondered why they felt the need to cover up so.

Villain took a deep breath, and counted to ten.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and the words felt like they barely scratched the surface of what he meant to say. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Next time, you can leave me on the floor if I do that.”

Her lips twitched in a smile.

“Yeah, right.”

“No, but in all seriousness. That wasn’t okay, and I’m sorry.”

Hench nodded.

“I get it. I know you didn’t mean to. But thank you.”

As she moved into a hug, Villain wondered if his apology was truly enough. Was there anything she wouldn’t forgive him for? He squeezed the woman tighter, and promised himself he’d watch his tongue more. Speaking his mind was one of the very few freedoms left to him. But he’d gladly give it up to avoid hurting Ada.

A moment later, he held the scissors, heavy and cold in his hands. Without hesitation, he started chopping. He hacked through a fistful of his hair in the back, then abandoned it when that took too long, and focused on snipping the waves hanging in his face. He didn’t care about the looks of it, he could fix that later. Right now, he just wanted it to stop the heavy, scratchy weight touching him.

“Do you want me to do the back, boss?” Hench offered.

“Why do you still call me “boss”?”, asked Villain, as he snipped another handful. Hench looked confused.

“Because that’s what you are.”

“No, I’m not. I can’t pay you, I literally have no money.”

“You think that’s why I call you boss?”

“Why, did the meaning of the word change while I was gone?”

She frowned.

“No, I guess not. But I don’t want to call you Villain, because then it sounds like I disagree with you.”

“Not much of a villain now though, am I.” asked Villain, though it sounded more like a statement. He snipped off another chunk. The sound was satisfying. He opened and closed the scissors a few times without cutting anything, and hummed approvingly at the metallic sound. He got distracted so easily these days, and every sensation was novel. The oddest things scratched the itch in his neglected senses.

“I like calling you ‘boss’,” Ada said, crossing her arms. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

“Was,” corrected Villain.

“Are,” she insisted. “You were, and you will be again. It’ll all work out.”

Villain was silent for a while.

Maybe, eventually, he would grow into his old title, like filling out a too-big shirt. But secretly, he knew he’d never return to form. But if Hench wanted to play pretend, he should let her. The kid deserved some comfort.

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When Vigilante came home, he looked at his two new houseguests. Hench was busy trying to tidy up Villian’s choppy short cut, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he snipped away at the hairs in the back.

Vigilante’s eyes glided over the dark hairs covering Villain’s shirt, the bed, the carpeted floor. He sighed.

“Would it have killed you,” he asked, voice rough from exhaustion, “to do that above the sink?”

“Oh.” the two geniuses responded in tandem.

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valleyrunearchives · 1 year

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Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 35/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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Izuku leaps from the rooftop of the nearby apartment complex to their home to the nearest roof closest to it. He huffs out a frustrated sigh as the neighborhood around him remains silent. He’s actually really surprised that he’s still out here. By himself, he means. He probably shouldn’t have snuck out of the house without telling Shouta since the older man specifically stated that he could go out as long as Shouta was told and could come with him. To be fair, he did go into his and Hizashi’s room to wake him up but the man was sleeping solidly enough that the door to their bedroom didn’t wake him. It’s a very rare occasion that he falls that deep into sleep! Izuku would’ve felt more guilty about waking him up than sneaking out by himself!

He can’t get the end of his meeting with Nighteye agency out of his head.

He was asked to wait outside while Sir Nighteye and Fat Gum - Taishiro-san, he reminds himself - talked. He noticed from when they first stepped into the office that Nighteye had a very specific kind of door at his office. It makes a clicking sound when it closes but if you angle it and pull it just right, it’ll still make a sound even when the door isn’t closed. He only knows about them because he’s dealt with them before when sneaking around while homeless. He could easily trick people into thinking the door had shut when in reality it hadn’t. It was a great diversion tool and, in this case, a great way to eavesdrop.

“So what do you think? Amazing, right?” Taishiro had asked.

Nighteye sighed, long and low, “How do I put this?”

“C’mon! Hit me with it! Tell me how great it is so I can relay it to him!”

“Toyomitsu… This ability of Midoriya-kun’s… It makes him dangerous. A threat,” Nighteye said plainly as Izuku’s blood turned to ice in his veins. It’s quiet for a long moment then an explosion of voices erupted.

“Sir!” Both Centipeder and Bubble Girl screamed as Taishiro bellowed out, “ Excuse me!?”

“You heard me. It’s dangerous. That boy is far too dangerous with his ability to pick apart a quirk in a matter of seconds. He could very easily become a villain and kill even some of the highest ranking heroes with it.”

He might not trust them but he wouldn’t kill heroes. He wouldn’t ever! Would never even think about it! He wouldn’t even kill villains unless there was absolutely no choice! No one should take a life without it being the very last option for the safety of everyone!

“Well it’s a good thing he’s not going to be a villain then, isn’t it?” Taishiro insisted. He doesn’t know if he’ll be a hero either but he definitely won’t be a villain. Kacchan would kill him!

“You think he could be a hero?” Nighteye scoffs, loudly, “Without a quirk? He would just be a liability that way.”

White hot anger spilled through him before tears of shame and embarrassment welled up in his eyes. A slam rang out behind the door, “Of course I do! You are! Who cares that he doesn’t have a quirk?! He’ll be a fantastic hero!”

It’s nice that Taishiro stuck up so strongly for him. He really is one of the good heroes. Nighteye doesn’t quit though, “Toyomitsu-san, listen to me. Stop giving that boy false hope. Tell him he can’t be a hero and let it go. Don’t bring him to another hero agency like this again. I can’t say it’ll be good for his self-esteem or well being if you do.”

Taishiro’s voice was harsh as he replied, “No! Absolutely not! You don’t get to decide what I will and won’t do! That kid has probably been told his whole life that he couldn’t be a hero and has had a harder life because of it than you probably could understand! At least people turned their thinking around about you but that was only because of All Might, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t you bring him up!” Nighteye growled.

“Why? Too afraid to admit to yourself that most of your success comes from being the number one’s former sidekick?” Taishiro goaded, “Too afraid to admit that you spent three fourths of your day just like him? Too afraid to relate to someone who’s not All Might even a little bit?”

Damn but Taishiro was ballsy when he was mad. Another slam comes from behind the door. “Enough!” This time it was Nighteye who bellowed, “Stop your nonsense! You know nothing about my success or my relationship with All Might! Leave at once!”

“Happy to! But I’m no longer associated with Nighteye Agency when I do. Don’t ever call on me for any operations you head, ever again. I won’t help! Won’t even consider it! You hear me?!”

“Gladly heard and noted! Out!” The sound of footsteps towards the door followed the harsh order. Nighteye also started sputtering, “Awata, Moashi, where are you going?!”

“You in your infinite wisdom can’t figure it out? Out the door!” Bubble Girl’s voice was also quite harsh, a far cry from the cheerful voice she had greeted him with earlier, “If you can’t treat Midoriya-kun like a person and with respect just because he doesn’t have a quirk and he’s smarter than his age, then I don’t want to work here!”

“That goes for me as well,” Centipeder confirmed, “Unless something drastically changes with you in the next week, consider this my official resignation. If you do manage to come to your senses, feel free to call me then. If not, find yourself a new sidekick.”

It was really nice that they all wanted to do something so drastic for him. He doesn’t feel like he deserves it honestly. Especially since they've given up their jobs for him technically. Izuku swiftly reached out and pulled the door fully closed. That way none of the pros would notice that it was open from the get go. He tried not to make it too obvious that his heart was in his feet when the door opened and the three came out. Taishiro smiled with a thumbs up at him, “Way to go today, little buddy! Want to go get some ice cream?”

“Can we come too?” Bubble girl asked, back to her happy self. Centipeder smiled and nodded.

“I don’t see why not! What do ya say, Izuku-kun?” Izuku smiled as best as he could at the question and nodded. He still kind of felt like his whole world had turned on its end. But the only hero that could closely resemble his situation called him dangerous. A threat. A possible villain. He couldn’t get it out of his head even as they left Nighteye Agency without a single look back.

He wasn’t going to be a villain though. He swore to himself silently that he wouldn’t be. He would rather go back to being a homeless vigilante than do that! But it still wouldn’t leave his head. So he decided he needed to go out and blow off some steam with a bit of rooftop hopping and possible criminal apprehension. No criminals to really apprehend though. Damn Shouta for being Eraserhead and making this neighborhood so safe!

He lands on another rooftop and checks the alleyway behind it. Empty. Of course. He sighs. He supposes he should just cut his losses and start heading home. He looks around for the best roof to leap to in order to start the journey home. Then sighs angrily at himself. He’s made the mistake of jumping on the lowest roof in the area due to not paying attention. And all the fire escapes for the other buildings are on the opposite sides from this building. Great… Now he’ll have to get street level to get back onto the taller roofs.

He easily gets to street level with a quick leap and tumble off the roof into the alley. Now to make the walk of shame for a parkour master of going around the buildings instead of over them. He grumbles curses at himself for his stupidity. Just as he’s about to turn the corner onto the sidewalk of the street, a hand with a rag in it claps over his mouth.

Don’t breathe in! He screams at himself mentally. He doesn’t know what’s on the rag but he knows it’s probably not good and is looking to knock him out via inhalation. Can’t be chloroform though. That stuff doesn’t work immediately like they portray it in movies. Maybe a new type of drug for this stuff? What the fuck am I doing?! Focus! Escape!

He struggles harshly without breathing in as best as he can. There’s a harsh pinch to his side that makes him inhale unintentionally at the sudden pain. He manages to swing his fist up just right to catch the person in the nose, who lets him go with a grunt of pain. He’s already feeling a bit woozy as his feet hit the ground, causing him to stumble. What should he do? He can’t run like this! Who knows how far he’ll even get! Suddenly, even through the dizziness, Hizashi’s voice from a few days ago comes to his mind.

“If you’re ever in trouble and need help but don’t have a lot of time, just text one of us SOS. We’ll find you as soon as we can, Bunny Bean!” He had said as Izuku was going out to meet with Kacchan and Eiji-kun again for the first time.

SOS. He needed to text one of them SOS. He spares a quick glance at his assailant, noticing they’re kneeling on the ground in front of him. Izuku, in a moment of adrenaline fueled idiocy, rushes up and kicks them in the face. It does the job of effectively knocking them flat on the ground but it also causes Izuku to lose his balance and fall onto the ground harshly himself. The world spins. He’s running out of time. SOS. Just have to text Shouta a quick SOS. Then they’ll come help him.

He shakily pulls out his phone, doing his best to bring up Shouta’s contact. He only knows it’s his when he sees the previous text thread with a picture of Haia and the man laying on the floor next to each other. He gets the first two letters typed out before his head tips and his vision starts blackening around the edges. He shakes his head wearily. No. Not yet. He’s gotta get it sent and put his phone away so they can track him. He just needs to stay awake for another minute. He types the other S and hits send. He just barely manages to tuck his phone back away in his pants pocket when the world finally goes black.

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This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.”

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf.

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels.

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

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Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons.

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be.

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood

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Stories of Paris

Part 4

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Damian was unhappy with the fact that with ‘strangers’ in *his* house their nightly activities would have to carefully navigated. His father nor Pennyworth had not explicitly said anything about it, but he assumed it was because they all knew what was expected. So, being told to line up in the entrance hall by his father went down like a lead balloon.

His pout turned in widening eyes of shock as he witnessed the tall wiry young woman (and a large man he supposed) exiting the car. SHE was his father’s babysitter. This was who oversaw the European branch of W.E. The person who owned the largest portion of shares of W.E (after the Wayne family that is). He was doomed. Damain watched as his father soften as he saw the woman.

“Mari! You never seem to age!” he exclaimed as she gracefully walked up to him and into his embrace.

“Mon cherie! It’s miraculous isn’t it,” she drew back slightly to look over his shoulder, “I see you have taken found family comment to the extreme, but I suppose you were never one to do things in half measures. It’s good to be back here after so long”

Looking at her like he was a child with pleading eyes, “You are staying here, right?”

With a gentle smile with a smirking edge, “Yes. If I tried to leave for a hotel, I’ll end up having the shadows watching me all night. Plus, this place always did feel like my home away from home.”

Damian glancing at his supposed siblings to see that they were also in shock. Probably not for the same reason. Panicking with it all, as he saw his father turn to introduce them to the woman, Damian drew his katana and aimed it at her.

“YOU were fathers' babysitter!!! But... what... you’re younger than him!!!! .... You’re the Grand Lady Guardian... I *refuse* to return.”

Damian vaguely recognised his name being shouted at him, but all his attention was on the Grand Lady Guardian of the Miraculous who stood, rolling her eyes, before him. He could feel her power radiating off, surrounding them all.

“Petit Tresor. I’m not taking you back there. Did you not learn anything from my teachings? Did you not learn to read between the lines? About looking deeper than the surface. You are with *your* found family. THEY are what is important. Bruce may have picked up a lot of my unhealthy habits about vigilantism, but he made a point of understand a good support network and the importance of chosen family. Despite how he enacts the teachings.”

The Monkey with her came to her shoulder and raised his eyebrow at Damian. He finally understood why he was always her bodyguard now rather than the Cat, being that he was her husband.

“You can stand down Petit Tresor. League and Court business will *not* be found here. The League know what will happen if they cross the Court, and I made it very clear after our last encounter when they tried to manipulate us to their advantage.”

Damian assessed the woman before him as he withdrew his katana from her and starting to become aware of the others around him again.

“Why has he got a chaos shard within him Bruce?” The monkey growled looking at him with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Everyone in the entrance hall was frozen in shock and panic. What was meant to be a happy reunion had been derailed but now, suddenly, somehow gained an even sharper edge. Marinette and her husband were aware of their nightly capers, and they also knew of the League, they were involved in something similar and aware of chaos shards.

Damian watched as his father gulped as he looked at the Monkey and the Guardian. It wasn’t often his father showed fear, but it was clear on his face as she arched her eyebrow at him. His siblings all looked on in surprise and uncertain of what to expect. Only Pennyworth and Todd seemed to be handling the situation with any sense of calmness. Surprising for Todd...

“Mari... his mother... the league...”

At the mention of the league the Guardians eye twitch so subtly you’d hardly notice it if not trained and with a minute flicker of her hand, the Monkey flipped his phone out and was walking out back outside to call someone... Damian straining his ears heard Peg and plan 42c being mentioned by the Monkey to whoever he had called.

“They were warned. Tsk, Assassin’s bullheadedness. Kim will sort this out for me for the present moment and we will discuss healing at a later point. Anyway, mon cherie, you were about to introduce me to your children. Petit Tresor I know, and I believe that that is Jason, mon rêveur, in the background though he has grown so much since our last meeting. So, I could guess everyone else, but why don’t you continue?”

The Guardian stated as if the topic of what just happened was over, much to Damian’s surprise. He sheafed his katana but still was wary of the woman and slightly in awe. He had a feeling that the chaos and downfall of his grandfather may have due to her in some way. Slight fear and dread for his mother was building as well. He finally starting to understand the reason for her over protectiveness when she taught him in the league now.

“Right. Mari, this is Dick, Jason who you already met in person? Cass and alongside her Duke, Tim who you meet briefly in the W.E. meeting the other month, Steph who has wormed her way into the family and Damian you who’ve also already met?”

With a polite cough drawing attention to himself, Alfred spoke. “Perhaps, instead of having a mother’s meeting in the entrance hall, we retreat to the drawing room where we can have some refreshments. I am sure that Ms Marinette and Master Kim are exhausted from their travels. It is most unbecoming to stand around loitering, wouldn’t you agree Master Bruce?”

Bruce muttered something as his ears started to tinge red, Marinette turned to Alfred and smiled as she drew him into a hug while Bruce collected himself.

“Yes, right, that sounds like a fantastic idea Alfred. Mari, shall we?”

Bruce offered her an arm which she elegantly took as the took off in the direction of the drawing room delving into conversation with Bruce leaving behind a shocked collection on children in the hall. Alfred slipped off to prepare the refreshments.

Damian cringed as Dick exclaimed, “YOU GUYS KNOW HER?!?!?!!” which echoed around the manor as he finally processed what had just happened.

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Alfred smiled as the atmosphere within the Manor shifted over the last few weeks. It now had a different air about it. Master Bruce became less sullen and slightly less repressed under Marinette’s watch and the Manor started to feel lighter again.

Alfred had found great amusement when he stumbled in on Master Kim lecturing Master Bruce on being dense especially the “I know I’m dense but kwami Bruce! You’re worse than me realising all the competitions I got Mare rigged into was because I wanted to impress her! Let’s start at the beginning, ok?!”.

He hoped that Master Kim might be able to knock a bit of sense into his wayward charge. He knew Ms Marinette, though full of good intentions wouldn’t be able to with Master Bruce’s strange ability to pick up on the wrong message being given.

The highlight of the week was when he entered the family living room to find all his grandchildren looking pale as Master Bruce acted semi child-like in front of Ms Marinette. It was a delight to see Bruce act like the child that he knew he was reawakened again. Even if it terrified the grandchildren.

The whole family discovered that Bruce had been very selective of the stories and information that he had told them about Marinette. She had taken great delight telling them all about what teenage Bruce really was like.

About the time Bruce had a fan induced panic attack on meeting the Jagged Stone. Alfred was slightly aware of something happened but not the details.

About the time Bruce decided to practice parkour in the Manor gardens and ended up stuck halfway up the side of the Manor unable to climb up further or climb down. Alfed was positive he was unaware that Marinette joined him and had to coach Bruce down.

About the series of times that Bruce attempted to prove to Alfred that he had ‘outgrown the kitchen ban’ and had ‘observed Mari’s baking skills sufficiently’ to be able to try again for only the attempts to go south fast. Alfred grimaced at the memories that that bought up. He was glad that he’d got a good working deal with local kitchen fitters and suppliers given the number of fires.

It became a daily breakfast occurrence that Bruce mortified Marinette in his outfit for the day. The breakfast entertainment became watching Marinette tear into his fashion choice of the day, drag up some past clothing or costume disaster. She ended up moaning that he had learnt nothing from her rantings about clothes over the years and stare forlornly into her coffee cup. It was providing the bat boys a wealth of black mail material that Alfred had to on numerous occasions reel Marinette from her tangents.

The only time he let her completely go to town with was letting her regale to everyone about Bruce’s dramatic and insistent argument on fighting crime in Lyca, wearing pants on top of tights and with a cape, that he really insisted that he didn’t need to use Kevlar (that decision didn’t last beyond a few training sessions and one patrol night). Alfred was pleased with her ability to rein that disaster in quickly.

It was in the comfort of the kitchen away from the antics that happened Alfred mused and reflected on his notional niece's visit. Alfred wished he had thought to bring Marinette over sooner as he witnessed that fraught relationships between the Waynes soften. Issues didn’t disappear but Marinettes presence, and ability due to dealing with Akuma, helped mitigate situations which typically would have blown up. Kim always by her side would help soothe, distract, or explain to the puzzled Bruce the techniques Marinette was using to stop the escalation.

She’d slowly began charming and connecting with his grandchildren. Be it by giving Tim pointers on how to manage W.E board members effectively and playing video games. It was eerily like how she warmed Bruce up to her.

By Sitting quietly reading with Jason or playing chess and talking in metaphors about life, death and balance. Slowly having ‘healing sessions to calm the pit madness’ with meditation and grounding sessions.

With Damian she seemed to remind him of alternate grounding techniques which she’d shown him in the league. They seemed to spend time talking in hushed whispers about other stuff that Alfred wasn’t currently privy too.

Duke was with poetry and music. Cass with dance and gymnastics, silent subtle conversations occurred but seeing Cass smile and edge towards being more tactile made Alfred glow with warmth inside. Steph and Marinette commanded the kitchen numerous times baking pastries, waffles and other treats.

Dick took the longest to warm up to the woman, having heard and known about her for over a deacade but never met it was understandable. Alfred wpould never knew what Marinette had done but one day the hostility and coldness disappeared. A joy, childlike smile appeared on Dicks face every time she was in the room, and he’d follow her round like a loat puppy. Watching and mimicking her techniques to calm his brothers down.

How his grandchildren acted with Marinette in the activities brought echoes of memories of her with Bruce to the forefront of Alfred’s mind.

Sighing, in the short time the Manor felt warm and like a family, a home should feel like. Much like before his friends’ death. Schooling his emotions, Alfred set about to serve the family and Parisians last dinner together.

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Bruce tried not to sulk. Tried not to revert to the mind set of when Marinette originally disappeared physically from his life. Especially in front of his children but it was hard. She somehow always managed to take the overwhelming pressure away from him, like he could breathe and be.

Alfred was his father, in all the ways that counted, but the burden of death and saving the world was something Marinette understood at a deeper more personal level. Having her here made it feel safe to feel, that he would always be caught. That she would save him from the consuming darkness. She was the light in the world shining out in the Gotham gloom.

As expected, his children adored her in their unique ways. Following her around like little ducks scrabbling for crumbs of knowledge and titbits of information. Bruce lips twitched as he witnessed them behaving much like he used to. Taking the gems’ she passed on to them and ferreting them away much like he did.

“Master Bruce, I expect better behaviour this leaving gathering than our previous party, please.”

With Alfred’s comments Bruce gave into the feeling of pouting. Why deny how he felt toward the situation where he wasn’t in control. He pointedly ignored the stares that his children were giving him. Again.

“Mon tresor! It’s not like you aren’t going to see or speak to me again. We speak regularly as it is. It’s not the same as it was last time. You know this.”

“But Mari, it's nice having you here. This is your home.”

“Is he always like this Mare, Cupcake? How is it that all the kid’s you’ve looked after end up demanding you live with them?”

Bruce choked at Kim’s statement and the Wayne clan burst into laughter. Alfred let a small smirk grace his face.

“Oui, Mon Amour, He wasn’t happy last time I left at all. Be grateful I learnt to resist kitten eyes or we’d never have reconnected. Manon doesn’t count. She’s practically family as well with how close Maman and Nadja are.”

“What about Elle, Etta and Chris? What about Ivan’s and Mylene’s sproglian? Fang? Jagged’s second round of terrors? Luka and Jules too really.”

“Hush, Mon Amour, circumstantial evidence.”

Bruce observed Kim stare at his wife in disbelief before waving his hand around the room.

“What about these then. Don’t give me that look Cupcake. I’m gonna end up needing to fight the whole batclan at this rate to get you on a plane with me! Maybe I should give Peg’s the heads up that I’ll need his help.”

“I can assure you Master Kim that you *both* are free to leave. The young master's understand that they cannot kidnap you. It would not be becoming of them OR look good for the company for the family to kidnap its own workers.”

Bruce and his family guiltily ducked their heads at Alfred’s comments. When Alfred turned away to start talking to Kim, Tim leant in close to Bruce to whisper to him.

“Do you think we have the power to move her to being director of North America rather than Europe? Mari would be closer then? Plus, the guy in charge isn’t all he’s cracked up to be so the board would likely approve it.”

Bruce stared at his son at the ingenious and simple solution and smiled, before ducking his head when Alfred pointedly looked his way.

“We’ll discuss that concept later.”

Bruce gave Tim a subtle nod as if he was approving the idea. Technically he was but Alfred didn’t need to know that. Nor did Kim really, as he would fight him if he found out and he’d rather not deal with an ex-olympian superhero, even when he pulled his punches they hurt far more than the average persons.

Bruce sat back into his seat and smiled as the conversation and chaos flowed around him. His whole family finally together and he cherished it. He knew it wasn’t going to last much longer with the impending flight looming but for now he had a potential and creative plan to work on. If he framed it right it could also become the prefect family bonding activity that both Marinette and Kim thought he needed to do more of outside of vigilantism. And if the end result was that she moved closer, well, that’s just an added bonus in his eyes.

With that in mind, Bruce joined in with the choas enjoying the moment with his complete family. Nothing could take this away from him.

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HQ CAPTAINS AS THINGS

i was bored and felt like doing a crackfic thing but i didn’t have any solid themes or good ideas

SO I PRESENT TO YOU - THE CAPTAINS. AS THINGS. IDK HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOU’LL SEE AS WE GO ALONG.

warnings: VERY LONG, slandering a crybaby oikawa (lovingly), mentions f!reader, shitposting, mentions of violence in kita's, (a bit) yandere!kita, cursing, unedited, me being an idiot

officer!daichi

we are: vigilante/troublemaker

loving the enemies-to-lovers trope so much

nah bro you ain’t full criminal (bc my preppy ass could never) you just do the small vandalism things y’know like drawing peepees on government buildings and knocking over bins

u literally confessed to him by spraypainting the entire billboard by his workplace “I LIKE YOU” like way to go girl

He didn’t appreciate the creative graffiti but he rlly likes u so all u had to do was clean it and then next thing u know yall are out on a cute cafe date

but let’s talk about before yall got together

he’d CHASE u thru alleyways when he’d catch you writing “police sux” on the fuckin wall

bro is NOT AT ALL afraid to jump onto the roofs it’s FRIGHTENING to see this huge ass police officer storm after u

HES SO FAST HOT DAMN WOMAN HOW DO U GET AWAY FROM HIM??? USAIN BOLT WHOMST???

you’d almost always get away by a hair - he’s SO SO close

and it frustrates him but excites u oooooo arrest me shawty

and this would continue for a while

but yall have such fun fun banter - you’d tease him and he’d say something back and you’d bolt and he’d chase

some days he’d catch you. but in those times u slip away somehow

he��s having so much fun and doesn’t even know it

and then at one point he doesn’t even care about bringing u to justice anymore. he knows it’s bad for business and it’s unprofessional but he’s so attracted to u

he doesn’t even know it. HES IN DENIAL!!! his mind: “oh i’m just asking about her so that i know her motives” bruh no u just asked about our fav pastry this aint about crime anymore

and when he finally gets it,,,DINGDINGDINGDING SOUND THE ALARMS !!! MAN IS WHIPPED!! he’s more shy around u awww,,,doesn’t even want to chase u anymore but he will still engage in banter w u.

yall get a little peace treaty in the lil crush stage - you both are kinda aware of ur feelings towards each other but don't really wanna mess it up and jeopardize whatever's going on like bros PLEASE JUST KISS ITS INFURIATING

it’s more of a competition to see who will break the other first (and you lost he’s too hot)

he lets u joyride his cop car in an empty parking lot <3 he is the one <3 this is true love

u gotta marry him right now bro no excuses

u are no longer on the crime side of the law,,,u support him and only him fuck the rest of the cops (i’m jk of course...or am i)

u are his badass sidekick <3 unofficially of course until he marries u

u help him with the small things like helping lost children find their parents and helping old ladies cross the street

but you want to do the FUN stuff - chasing thieves and arresting drunkards.

unfortunately, he loves u too much to put u in danger so he keeps u from doing the dangerous things

after some protesting later, he trusts u to take care of urself. and now yall have a competition just like old times - whoever catches the most baddies at the end of the month wins (he WILL scold u if ur too reckless though)

THE TWO OF U ARE JUST GOOD COP BAD COP UHAHAHAHAHAHA

but it’s much more complicated than that - it’s either ur the laidback one and he’s the strict one or ur the fiery one and he’s the person like “calm down”

PLEASE HE HATES BRINGING U TO INTERROGATIONS he’s trying to be serious but you keep making him laugh istg he has to kick u out each time

u still make him laugh when u pout-glare at him thru the glass

bro says he’s not the stereotypical cop but the moment u surprise him with donuts and coffee in the morning he will make out w u right then and there

even though yall dating he still won’t let u play with his equipment

but sometimes u grab his walkie talkie when he’s not looking and prank call the others

and his coworkers know by now they’re like “oh it’s daichis gf” and go along with it HAHAHAHA “this is alpha 1, daichi just contracted ligma, over.” “roger, but what’s ligma? over.” “*inhale* LIGMA-” *daichi takes the walkie talkie back*

his coworkers are chill lmaoooo they love u two as a couple THEY ARE VERY SUPPORTIVE they planned a surprise anniversary party of when u joined the force (unofficially)

the juniors tanaka and noya are jelly ooooo but they respect their captain <3

u loooooove hanging out w the starry-eyed new recruit hinata and he’s bouncing around asking u personal questions “how did you date the commander!!! what’s he like as a bf??” he also accidentally exposes how much daichi talks about u in the office before he drags him away and murders him off camera

he does get u a walkie talkie that’s just connected to his line, tho. for emergencies. it’s ur second phone basically that only has his number in it

daichi LOVES it when u massage him after he’s had a long day but his shoulders are stiff as a statue,,,he’s also super stronk and can carry u anywhere <333

IMAGINE HE HAS A POLICE DOG - he doesn’t, but he’ll get one of his buddies to bring u a k9 unit so u can pet it and when he sees how happy u are he considers getting one PLSSS IT WOULD FIT HIM HELPPP

bro is VERY strict on safety. bulletproof glass in yalls house. alarms + cameras everywhere. trackers on every device. underground bunker. (just kidding lol)

daichi teaches u self-defense and gets u a bejeweled taser for ur bday <333 MARRY THIS MAN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-

in other words i love daichi and he is husband material WIFE ME UP BUDDY

househusband!oikawa

we are: girlboss sugar mommy

somehow you tamed this bish to becoming your obedient malewife

and by obedient i mean whiny but compliant

IS MORE ATTACHED TO YOUR BLACK CARD THAN TO YOU. I SAID IT. THE TRUTH.

sure, he’s pretty and gives affection sometimes but the only time he’s bein cute and snuggly w u is when a new fendi purse came out and he wants it

his specialty is cooking but he’s so lazy he’s all “just get the maid to do it”

please give ur workers a raise he’s so demanding

when you take him to ur business parties hes ALWAYS bragging about you and ur large house with this and that and his favorite: indoor hot tub. he always brings up the indoor hot tub.

only reason you bring him is cuz he’s pretty and he whines when you leave him alone for too long

yall cant even stay for too long - he’ll practically drag u out of the building and whining that it’s too hot and his suit is too stuffy and to call a limo

he’s not afraid to embarrass u if u dont give him what he wants and he will spit out food at a formal dinner if its not to his liking

probably in competition w househusbands! makki and mattsun about who gets the best house so he’s constantly begging u for an extension to the house “please babe!!! makki has-” “no.”

8/10 times throws tantrums in public and 1465/10 times throws tantrums in the house

he wants to cry for the sake of crying. one time he lost his shirt and he wouldn’t stop bawling for 15 min

please find him a hobby

crybaby . the moment u give him the glare of death it’s over. but he’s got a cute crying face which makes up for his annoying whimpering

like he made the mistake of throwing a temper tantrum in the mall only for you to glare at him with a look that said “we’re discussing this when we get home and you’re gonna get your ass beat” and walk away. immediately stopped what he was doing and he was running after u, sniffling and mumbling apologies

please humble him and have him sleep outside. the couch is too luxurious to banish him to. he made sure of it himself. it’s reclining and has charging ports. he will not learn his lesson that way

does NOT want you to get a pet or a kid or even another sugar baby/househusband - he wants to be the center of ur attention

speaking of which he HATES it when you work for too long or work overseas. when u come back he’ll pout at u and give u the petty silent treatment

don’t bother trying to comfort him he thrives off of it and he’ll keep going so u can keep paying attention to him. if u just ignore him back he’ll come crawling back to u. “WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME IGNORING YOU?? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE???”

one time yall got into a fight and he was all like “since ur being a rude mommy i’ll just find someone else !!!” inside u were like “oh god finally” but instead u said “okay”

ohmygod he panicked. he was rlly expecting for u to fight for him,,, but he doesn’t want to admit defeat first so he tries to go thru with it but you literally dont care. even when he has his chanel luggage packed and he’s standing by the door ur just like “ok bye bitch”

So he’s trying to stand by the door and wait for u to say that ur joking. ur not.

“fine! I’m leaving now!” “okay.” “...*sniffles*” “tooru, go.” “WAAAAH NO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO-”

u knew this was going to happen sadly. u even hid the keys to all of the sports cars u own just in case he was actually going to go thru with it

tries to get in the gossip circle with the neighborhood trophy wives but they don’t think he’s cool enough. they like u though. they think ur hot asf and oikawa doesn’t like them no more bc theyre hitting on his ATM. but thanks to that u know all the gossip and shit even though u don’t ask for it

Every time u pass by a store where he thinks he wants something he’ll just cling to u and give the puppy dog eyes. like it could be out of nowhere and u see it and you’re like “where. which store.”

bro once he went luxury he never went back. he wouldn’t EVER step foot into a grocery store ever again congrats he’s been bimbo-ified

beat him with ur gucci belt pls it’s so funny

also please please PLEASE discipline him. tell him it’s NOT okay to just randomly purchase the entire swarovski store or to throw a party at ur house just bc he’s feeling petty about u being at work for too long. ofc he’ll bitch about it but you need to be firm

but don’t worry,,,he’ll get the idea when u take away black card privileges and slap him around (lovingly)

now he has to ask permission like a good boy. he’ll kneel and hug u and give a lil pout and whine

you got a bigass man child i’m sorry maam u should’ve picked tobio or ushi

ceo!kuroo

we are: secretary

bruh keeps it mostly professional during work hours

but that all gets shedded off like a snake when we on break

one minute he’s all “get these papers done by today or i swear on all that is holy i will destroy you” and then later he’s all “hey sweetheart wanna grab a cup of coffee”

flirty flirty FLIRTY FLIRTY AAAAA HES A MENACE

but you’re less than impressed bc y’know when the time clocks out and its time to go back to work he’s ruthless once more

HUMBLE HIM FOOL only when you’re on break though

will NOT stand for anyone else in the workplace bullyin u - NO WAY. only HIM

he’s got TONS and TONS of dirt on everyone in the office - NO ONE is safe so they wouldn’t even dare

RIP janet from accounting

that dumb bitch made the mistake of insulting u to ur face and in front of him. never heard from her again

it’s not even limited to the other employees - he’s not afraid to go off on a potential business partner if they dared disrespect you

bruh tries to call u on ur off days for the most randomest shit and to get ur attention

*picks up phone* “sir?” “ah! my favorite secretary ever! listen, i need you to grab my pens from my desk at the office and bring them to my place.” “...with all due respect, it’s 2 am, sir.”

but u have to comply with his ridiculous demands cuz he’s the bank

and he depends on u completely. as much as he hates to admit it - u have his schedules, itinerary, provide coffee, performance rates, stock info, you name it.

once u were out sick and he had the worst management - he’s not used to working without you

def tries to get some of ur workload off of u bc he’s worried that the stress of working for him made u sick + he doesn’t want to go thru scheduling again

prolly gets bored in meeting rooms and sends u little smirks and wiggles his eyebrows and weird looks while he’s sitting and ur standing in the corner like bruh pay attention

maybe sometimes he’s secretly makin fun of the presenter and doodling on his spare sticky note something funny to make u crack a smile

he’ll tease u for it of course “oh, secretary! you should be paying more attention! what would you do if this was important?” bruh i can multitask now keep airdropping me ur selfies i’m saving all of them (news flash: u dont save his dumbass selfies otherwise his ego will inflate too much)

sometimes likes to pull u aside from work to hug u - you say it’s highly unprofessional but he says it’s his stress reliever

you ALMOST got caught by one of the newbies and he was kabedon-ing you

he tries to play it off (since u were embarrassed too) but u know better,,,DO NOT LET HIM FORGET ABOUT IT he turns red and embarrassed every single time USE THIS TO UR ADVANTAGE !!

never goes into an elevator without you bruh is so attached to u n holds the doors open for you

but you have to open normal doors for him if he doesn’t know how it works (hint: manual doors. “why isn’t it opening on its own?” “sir, there’s a handle.” “but?? what does it do??”)

bruh acts like a dumbass sometimes so you can baby him :/// wtf man just because you’re rich doesn’t mean i’ll- ...wait...how much did you say…? that many zeros? HAND ME THAT FORK YES I’LL FEED YOU COME HERE- HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE BITCH

brings u to overseas trips and he spoils u too

no matter how much you insist that you’re ok he gives u a lot of luxurious items. “think of it as a bonus from me.” NOW YOU JUST HAVE A COLLECTION OF NICE SHOES/BAGS/JEWELRY AND HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR THEM TO WORK IT MAKES HIM SO HAPPY UGHHHHH

BRUH just a sugar daddy at this point “you have to look presentable for the next focus group so here’s a nice rolex watch” “sir, i don’t need-” “ah ah ah - it’s my treat.”

it’s pointless to refuse him but he still teases u for it like what???? “if i didn’t know any better, secretary, i’d say you’re just doing it for my money and not my fabulous looks and personality.” “exactly.” “hey!”

yall go for drinking parties a lot. whether with the whole branch or just the two of u

KARAOKE W KUROO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK <333 becomes a ritual between the two of u

he’s so silly when he’s drunk lmfaoooo goofy ass mf

but that’s only when it’s the two of u. he controls his alcohol around others and his uncool side is only for u <3

also ur the only one he trusts to take him back to his place and handle him

it’s the other way around too - when u drink a lot he looks after you <333

you have a higher tolerance than him and sometimes u have competitions between the two of u on who can drink more but then yall always end up shitfaced

HES the one who has a crush on you

you know the drill - gaslight gatekeep girlboss

he’ll do anything for u but wouldn’t ever admit it he simp

offers u the keys to his estate and offers for you to LIVE with him

bruh just marry me already ok WAIT WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT SIR-

he’s so awkward tryna confess to u,,,he may be this big hotshot ceo but he’s acting like a schoolgirl in love

probably prints u a confession when he asks u to go to the fax machine lmfao what a nerd

in other words ceo!kuroo is a nerd and you need to top him immediately get that bank

dog hybrid!bokuto

we are: owner

Husky-malamute breed!!! BEEG DOGGIE VERY HAPPY N DROOLY <333

OVERLY HYPER. JUMPS ON ANYONE AND U AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT

he’s well trained i swear but the moment he sees something of interest then i’m sorry you just lost him

please if a robber came in he wouldn’t even attack them he’d just tackle them w hugs

he loves loves loves snuggles <333 u busy? nope!!! hug time!!! cooking something?? oo lemme see!!! whoops look at all those tomatos on the ground. u got a deadline coming up and u really need to focus?? CUDDLE TIIIIIIME- w-wait - huh?? why are u shoving me off?? do you - do you not - huh?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOCKING ME OUT OF THE ROOM?? NO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! IDK WHAT EXAMS ARE BUT I WANT CUDDLES!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????!!!

the WORST things u could ever do to him is leave him and call him a bad boy

HE CRIES ON THE SPOT </3 HOW COULD YOU </3

soso bummed when u go out of the house without him </333 waits by the door patiently waiting for u to come back </333 sob sob

the moment he hears the door unlock he LEAPS and his tail is wagging like CRAZY

he is SO STRONG. almost always knocks u over whenever he jumps on u

destroys EVERY toy u bring him. u leave him for 5 seconds and there’s stuffing all over the floor and whatever u brought him is nonexistent

tugs on the leash when u walk so much that it SNAPS

loves romping w the other dogs in the dog park but he needs to tone down on his friendliness he almost killed a lil orange chihuahua

gets distracted by EVERYTHING. ooh, squirrel! oo, butterfly! OOO HUMAN CHILD!! MUST EAT!!!

ok while he might be friendly, he still gets super super jealous. you both were outside and u were petting the neighborhood black cat and bruh almost swallowed his head

which u thought was weird bc the two are normally friends and are pretty nice around each other

so now he’s more feisty around him and any other cat that’d get ur attention

If it was a person, then that’s another thing. He’d be very friendly at first but then slowly realize that ur attention is more directed on them than him. then he’d go ballistic

but when u scold him for practically assaulting the poor dude and call him a bad boy,,,he’s lost it

u have to lock him in the other room and he’s crying and whimpering, scratching at the door. all he wanted to do was protect u from that bad bad man who took away his owner’s attention !!!

def snarls at the dude next time he comes into ur house/apartment...dude never came back

“GRRR” “AAAA GET UR FRIGGIN DOG B-” “he don bite” YES IT DO GET UR-”

doggie bokuto rlly tries to be slick...it doesn’t work. like he tries to do that thing when he’s a total demon towards the guy but then act like an angel around u but it doesnt work bc he’s not smooth

doggie intelligence: 2 IQ. one time u got him a puzzle box and hid a treat in it but bruh couldnt figure it out just straight up monched the entire puzzle simply bc he smelled his fav bbq treat in it

speaking of intelligence - he only knows how to say a few words like ur name and incomplete sentences. speaks in barks and whines and sometimes a word

SO BIG THAT HE GRABS FOOD FROM THE TABLE WHEN YOU’RE NOT LOOKING

u had some delicious beef steak? oh dear, where did it go? there’s ur puppy kou with steak sauce all over his lips

big fan of hiking trips, sports, literally anything that involves going out

he LOVES getting dirty outside playing. boi cant control himself from rolling around in the mud

hates baths at first but then he likes how u spray the water on him and giggles awww he likes bath time now

we all know he’s not the brightest pup of the pack but,,,he’s somehow psychic. he knows when ur taking him to the vet

HE THROWS A BIG FUSS ALL THE TIME - sometimes he tries to hide but his huge tail under the couch gives it away

and he knows when ur thinking of taking him on a walk. he also begs u to take him outside by settling his head in ur lap and pouting until u give him what he wants

he likes the big ol doggie sweaters/pjs u buy him...but he always ruins them. no matter how much u buy him, they’re all ruined. he complains how scratchy it is and it feels weird on him

knows LOTS of tricks but if u teach him more than what he already knows he will forget one of them he’s like a damn pokemon

he feels ur emotions :((( if ur mood is down his tail droops :(( and he gives u cuddles and tries to make u feel better

he even likes to make a fool out of himself and be silly if it makes u laugh :((( he’s so precious

in other words i love doggy bokuto

pirate!ushijima

we are: kidnapped

ah yes we’re are captives of the most fearsome pirates of the seas: shiratorizawa

just so you know, tendou was the instigator. he was all “let’s kidnap a noble’s kid and get the ransom money!” (whether you actually are a noble or not is up to you)

thing is, nobody’s willing to pay (if you aren’t a noble) or the pirates really pissed off the folks in charge and are now doing a manhunt

so yeah you aren’t going back anytime soon

but he’s a pretty good sport about it - very hospitable

he notices the little things u like and gets them for u <333 sighs <333

he saw you reading that book? wow look at that, there’s suddenly a stack of them and the same genre he saw you reading

but you definitely shouldn’t test him. he’s SUPER scary when it comes down to it

you saw how ruthless he was with the rogues that had dared to challenge him on sea

mf made them walk the plank

you help on the ship bc u wanna be useful and also shirabu keeps being mean

he asks u to teach the crew how to read cuz theyre dumb as shit and only know water and treasure

speaking of treasure - when he leaves u on the ship to explore a cave, he gets u really pretty jewelry <33 anything u ask for

“oh, welcome back captain. how was your mission?” “i brought back a few trinkets i thought you might like.” *reveals whole chest of priceless gems* “are they to your liking? if not, we can set sail for something else that might interest you.” “I-”

bruh got a pet eagle - u ask the crew and they dont even know how tf it happened

hell, even he doesn’t know how it happened wtf. “oh. one day it flew down to me and i fed it. that’s all.” wtf

equivalent to diluc’s bird - he didn’t even give it a name so he gives u the honors

U name him rigatoni (you got a great naming sense btw)

oh my god oh my god oh my god HE TRIES TO PROTECT U WHEN PPL WERE TRYNA INVADE THE SHIP

it was the first thing he did no cap - burst into ur room and scoops u up <33333

“what the-” “we need to get you to safety. we are under attack.” and holds u close to his chest AAAHSIDHFPSDHFN OH MY LORD YES

HAS THE TEAM GIVE U SELF DEFENSE LESSONS AFTER THAT

tendou tries to give u a sword but ushi says no “she could hurt herself.”

“but ushiwaka! we can teach her not to hurt herself” “...it’s my orders.” “c’mon, be more honest, ushiwaka! what’s the real reason?”

he goes quiet then looks at u “...i’ll always be there to help. she’ll have me.” AOISHSDHFSNDF

HELPPPPP SIOJFDSKFJP HES SO CHARMING AND HE DOESNT EVEN TRY

but the rest of the crew are like “then what’s the point”

but tendou sneaks u a dagger just to be safe

sorry ur apart of the crew now - but they’re like a family even if they did kidnap u

oh whatever your life before wasn’t as cool as this (no offense)

they are given orders to protect u at all costs

speaking of which - ushi isn’t all that great w guns

almost blew his own head off tryna figure out how it works before reon snatched it from him

he brings you with him to towns and cities and he likes taking u to the markets to get you stuff

ushijima tell me your love language is gift-giving without telling me your love language is gift-giving-

he finds out you’re pretty good at bargaining and brings you onshore a lot more

is mesmerized at how you absolutely BERATE the merchant who was tryna rip you off like sis where is this violence coming from??? he loves it??

he also likes to stop by some pretty islands and imagines just settling down in such a nice place w you <333 SIGHS <333 VERY <333 LOUDLY <333

no matter how much he likes you...he will NOT let you drive the boat under any circumstances </3 its his livelihood c’mon man

whenever you have to stay on the ship while he’s away he sends rigatoni to give messages and the two of u talk thru messages

speaking of which rigatoni is fierce and can definitely sink his talons and his sharp beak into any bastard that dares get near you while the captain is away

wakatoshi “swimming is for pussies” ushijima - he’s water resistant

bruh so powerful he walks on water

second coming of christ who

IM JUST KIDDING he does swim but we hardly ever see it

legends say (tendou says) he looks rlly awkward doing it and only knows how to doggie paddle

speaking of our homeboy tendou - he loooves spooking the team (and especially you) with scary stories . don’t worry tho - this is all a ploy to get the beeg pirate husband to comfort u at night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he is ur wingman u can count on him. but his suggestions are ridiculous

“Jump off the deck and see if he’ll catch you!” um excuse me- THOU SHALT NOT PUT BIG HUSBAND TO THE TEST

he’s got good intentions...i think…

but everyone literally knows he would dive after you

in other words pirate!ushijima is a softie at heart but goddamn he probably secretly has a pet shark so dont test him or u goin overboard

mafia leader!kita

we are: associate from different group/family

kita highly respects u and yall have been acquainted since u were young with the alliance of ur families

so in a way ur childhood friends but yall do have lil bit of friendly rivalry a bit

arranged marriage whuuuutttt...yeah thats what happened but u love him <3

nobody else knows about ur arranged marriage but you two

POLITE GENTLEMAN <333 !!! HNNNNNNNN his granny raised him right even tho he’s a mafia leader

RICH BOY RICH BOY RICH BOY- ALWAYS DRESSES DASHINGLY AND SMELLS GREAT MMMMMM

he owns the majority of the underground casinos

and has lots of connections with others. countless, might i add.

you on the other hand specialize as an arms dealer so he cherishes your services the most

prob has the traditional tattoos allllll over his back and shoulders w like a dragon or sm and def a fox or kitsune

when u two were little he asked ur favorite flower and GOT THAT TATTOOED ON HIS BACK <3 probably secretly has your initials hidden in there somewhere

u both have a silent understanding of each other and he talks to u more than he does anyone

before he used to smoke but once he figured out that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes he quit just like that

his underlings, the miya twins are so confused on how kita switches from totally brutal and ruthless to so soft around u

they can’t tease him for it, though, cuz he’d pulverize them

but they want to know more about u,,,you mysterious enigma,,,but kita would kill them if they dared asked about you

so they go to inarizaki’s most secretive informant/cyber mercenary, suna rintarou

and suna knows all about you. he saw you one time and he was curious about who you were and is now rlly scared of you because he dug too deep and you’ve got LOTS of history

he doesn’t dare tell the twins what he found no matter how much they bug him

until they bribe him at just the right price

and when aran finds out and tells kita?? ohhh boy it’s lights out for all three of them

oh my god ,,, would kill for u he loves u so much

one time you were kidnapped and held hostage

bro saw red

MAFIA ANNIHILATION SPEEDRUN ANY % NO GLITCH

he got world record time

wiped out the entire conglomerate behind it - nothing and nobody left behind after that

and of course, made sure you were safe.

yandere? ofc not...i mean...just look at him...so innocent...he would never...sharpening that knife...with splattered blood all over him...

is now joined at the hip with u,,,no matter how much you tell him you’ll be fine now and that you have tons of reliable bodyguards he won’t let it go

“don’t you have to go back to your place?” “this is my duty as both a fellow associate and your future husband.” aww,,,ur so sweet...but BRUH PLEASE GO HOME ARAN IS DOING EVERYTHING OVER THERE

makes sure to build a headquarters DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOURS so that its faster

and it’s not long until he just signs a deal to merge ur factions together (since yall getting married anyways)

and oh my god...ur underground wedding is SO SO PRETTY

absolutely DOESN’T care if he’s smuggling jewels from different countries - he’s having your ring CUSTOM MADE and the way you want it. “the diamond is too small? sure thing, darling, i’ll have it 7 times that size.”

makes sure everything is perfect in ur wedding <333 its very extravagant and even though its not really his style he’ll do anything for you

he absolutely WOULD take your last name if you wanted. FIGHT ME ON THIS

takes you to his private island for ur honeymoon so that the two of you don’t have to worry about work

meanwhile aran is scrambling around the place trying to cover for the both of you

he’s a VERY romantic husband - NEVER takes off his ring even for security. he says its practically a part of him just like you are <3

the ring has a built in tracker connected to an app. possessive? noooo...

in other words this escalated pretty quickly but i aint complaining if it gets me married to kita

--EXTRA EXTRA!! other characters’ roles!!--

officer!daichi:

karasuno squadron consists of:

cops: daichi (duh), asahi (mostly patrol, he hates confrontation), tanaka & noya (mostly accompanied by ennoshita), hinata & kageyama

investigators/detectives: sugawara, ennoshita, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kiyoko, yachi

surveillance: narita, kinoshita, tsukishima too

househusband!oikawa:

makki and mattsun are also househusbands

iwaizumi is a malewife fhasodjkasdhf-

ceo!kuroo:

lev is the newbie that walked in on u two-

janet still a bitch

kenma is his fellow ceo buddy. he also owns a multimillion dollar company and kuroo’s and his have a sort-of contract so you see him a lot in meetings

yaku is like one of the top performing managers so whenever yall have branch meetings he’s there

dog hybrid!bokuto:

kuroo is the black neighborhood cat bokuto almost murdered cough cough i did that on purpose yes i did

kenma is also another neighborhood cat. you don’t see him around that often but now that bokuto got jealous he stays far away.

hinata is the orange chihuahua i briefly mentioned

i couldn’t decide whether akaashi would stay human and be his previous owner or also be a cat/dog/owl. so lets say he’s ur human friend that is your bestie and comes over a lot. bokuto likes him, though. still gets jealous a bit.

pirate!ushijima:

tendou is practically is right hand man

the rest of the team have something to give idk how to explain pirate team members okay-

BUT BUT BUT- they do have sea rivals which are the seijoh pirates. you ran into them one day and oikawa thought you were kidnapped (you were, but you liked it there) so he tried to do you justice and failed miserably. ushijima ragdolled him into the ocean when he flirted w you.

mafia!kita:

the twins are something akin to mercenaries basically. or just plain lackeys.

suna is an informant/cyber mercenary. he gathers information about ppl which is how he knew about you. and he’s a hacker lol.

aran is his second-in-command, omimi + ginjima are his bodyguards

a/n: im going to regret posting this

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu captains #daichi sawamura #oikawa toru #kuroo tetsuro #kita shinsuke #ushijima wakatoshi #bokuto kotaro #x reader

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zukkababey · 4 years

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kyoshi warrior sokka and blue spirit zuko having like a Thing and not knowing who the other person is until later when zuko joins the gaang

oooof anon i have thoughts about this one

sokka, dressing up like a kyoshi warrior throughout the gaang’s travels to be a badass vigilante - aang and katara and eventually toph all have their bending and whatnot, but sokka just wants to help the towns that they stay in (à la katara and the painted lady)

it starts off irregularly, but then sokka realizes how much what he does actually helps the community (like incapacitating a petty criminal that’s been terrorizing the town, stuff like that) and he starts doing it in every town they come across

one day, there’s been whispers of someone who wanders the streets at night and jumps unsuspecting citizens, someone in all in black, someone called the blue spirit. sokka asks the shop vendors what they know, but no one knows anything, except the name and its proclivity for dual swords.

sokka finds this information very intriguing - that night, he puts on the kyoshi outfit and goes to investigate.

he’s actually expecting some kind of evil spirit, based on the way that everyone talked about the vigilante; imagine his surprise when it’s an actual person holding this unsuspecting citizen at swordpoint, demanding gold pieces. and the spirit is kind of small, too, whoever is behind the mask can’t be much older than him.

sokka steps in to rescue the person being robbed, and as the person runs off down the alleyway, the blue spirit turns to sokka. while the mask covers the person’s face, sokka can tell they’re not impressed.

they fight. zuko wins. sokka is reluctantly very impressed with this kid’s fighting skills. sokka was able to hold his own for the majority of the fight - he’s getting pretty good at being a vigilante! - but the blue spirit eventually gained the upper hand. two blades are crisscrossed over sokka’s throat, and as he’s pressed up against the wall, sokka says, “who are you?”

the blue spirit doesn’t stick around to answer that question. instead, they make a run for it, leaving sokka to stare after them in fascination.

the blue spirit keeps on showing up in the same towns as sokka, and so they keep meeting. after their first few encounters, sokka realizes that even though they fight, the blue spirit never really tries to kill him, which sokka finds very intriguing. and jeez, whenever they fight, sokka can’t help but notice the easy grace the spirit moves with, the lines of their body. it’s so frustrating that no matter how hard he flirts, the blue spirit will just NOT talk back.

there’s one time when they’re fighting each other (sokka would call it flirtily sparring) and there’s a scream from down the road. they don’t even discuss it before they race off to the sound. turns out it’s this gross man trying to get with some girl who’s not into it, and sokka and zuko effectively fight the dude together.

it becomes a beautiful partnership. just two masked vigilantes fighting crime, three feet apart because the blue spirit’s swords are very sharp.

but then the blue spirit stops showing up. sokka travels to ba sing se with the gaang, thinking his time with the blue spirit has come to an end. he pretends that he’s not disappointed.

but then sokka is walking down the street when jet attacks zuko, when zuko fights jet with nothing but his dual swords. sokka is caught behind a crowd of people, so he doesn’t recognize either zuko or jet, but he does recognize that fighting style. what the hell is the goddamn blue spirit doing fighting in the middle of the streets of ba sing se with no mask on?

sokka now knows that the blue spirit is a teenage boy with short black hair, and what the hell is he supposed to do with that information? he tries to push through the hordes of people, talk to the guy, but then the police are showing up and everyone’s scattering and sokka has no choice but to do the same.

he wouldn’t have time to investigate further - things get messy and then ba sing se falls and the gaang has to leave.

the blue spirit is the one who inspires sokka to learn sword fighting. sokka would never admit it, but it’s a way to feel closer to him now that they no longer see each other. he doesn’t tell anyone this.

fast forward to zuko joining the gang and sokka pulls the classic “hey jerks, can i watch you two do your jerkbending” and even though zuko says no, sokka still watches from afar. and damn... the way zuko moves seems somehow familiar to him... but he can’t quite place it.

it’s not until the boiling rock, when they’re fighting together on the gondola, that sokka finally realizes that zuko is the blue spirit. and by the way that zuko is looking back at him, sokka is pretty sure that zuko just figured it out too.

after a mental 180 where sokka realizes it was zuko who he was flirting with, he’s like “.....do you wanna do an activity together?” and zuko is like “.... but we just did an activity together” and sokka responds with “haha oh yeah”

anyways he tells anyone who asks that zuko took him to a high security prison for their first date and zuko is just in the background like “stop telling people that!”

(zuko secretly thinks their first date was when they fought that guy off in an alleyway, but he’s not going to tell sokka that, no way.)

#zukka #if there’s something in here that doesnt actually line up with canon let’s just pretend we do not see it #i hope this was what you wanted anon lol i got a tad carried away #anonymous #answered

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iphoenixrising · 3 years

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The Demon You Know

Day 1 Urban Fantasy AU | Magical/Supernatural Creatures | Time Travel

So, something a little off the grid for my first day of DickTim Week 2021. Special thanks to my wonderful babe @vellaphoria for the beta and the incredible peeps on the Capes and Coffee discord (looking at you @themandylion, @strawberryjei and others). Also need to show my undying love for @chippon because babe, we are making it work.

When the sun creeps up over the sky in Gotham, then it’s time to GTFO. Capes in the daytime aren’t the usual for the city, and Red Robin has been playing it too late, staying out far past O’s warning to bring it in for the night. So, really, he’s only got himself to blame.

His penthouse perch has seen more use in the last few months since, welp, Gotham and the fact he likes to get away from the team mentality sometimes, like to return to his roots and run the rooftops like when he was still that Robin. His trips to the Manor had become more frequent since B was back in the cowl and things in the family seemed to be returning to some semblance of normal.

Well, as normal as it could get, really.

But all that goodwill and positivity is literally ghost. Red’s hands are shaky and his inner calm is absolutely blown. He’s ducking into his perch to throw his suit off, grab his duffle bag full of sundries and fake idents, then he’s going to hit the airport as fast as he can get a flight the hell out of town, away from the terrifying sight.

(He should just call Bart or Kon or Cassie, tell them he needs an out faster than he can arrange it himself, he needs to get away from–)

He knows he fucked up when the slight sounds, small and metallic in nature, make it past his pulse thumping in his ears.

Like a horror flick, he slowly turns as the front door gives a groan and is pushed open by a very familiar palm.

Dick’s blue eyes fall on him like a ton of bricks, on Red Robin’s feet frozen to the floor, his suit only half on, and no way he can get far enough to throw himself out a window.

Fuck.

“So,” Dick keeps his voice soft, footsteps easy as he steps inside Tim’s penthouse and closes the door behind him, “you finally found me out.”

Keeping his mouth shut in times like this has really saved his ass before, so Red doesn’t say a word, keeps every muscle in his body ready to spring for the right second –

Watching the would-be robber struggle in Dick’s grip, watching the light show brighten overwhelmingly, seeing what had to be-had to be feeding.

“I figured it would be you if anyone, actually, so I’m not really surprised, just… disappointed.” Dick continues softly, only in jeans and a t-shirt since Nightwing was oddly missing from the patrol roster last night.

And Red is apparently the only one that knows why.

“But that doesn’t mean I can just let you go, Timmy,” Dick isn’t stopping, his whole body lax while Red is wound tight, backing away from the man he thought he knew. “I really wish you hadn’t found out like this. I...I had other plans.”

Whirlybirds and pellets aren’t going to help him here. Hand-to-hand and martial arts, aerial acrobatics, none of it is going to make a difference.

His throat goes dry when Dick’s eyes get more and more blue, when his former mentor doesn’t stop advancing, and Red Robin is running out of room to back away.

“I tried to save you, Timmy. I tried so hard to get you away, out of Gotham, even if you went because you thought you had to find Bruce, I’m the one that gave you the compulsion to leave.” The low laugh is edged with something desperate, “why the hell couldn’t you stay away?”

“This is my city, just as much as Batman’s. You taking my fucking cape wasn’t enough,” Red Robin bites out, back thumping against the kitchen counter, realizing Dick had backed him into the corner. “How did you keep it from him? Constantine, Zatanna, all the magic users he has on speed dial and he never figured you out? No one in the JLA or Titans did?”

That makes Dick pause.

“He never had to. He knew what my parents were before they ever died, Timmy. Haley’s Circus came to Gotham regularly. Bruce always knew.”

The information blast hits him painfully, that Bruce didn’t bother to tell him and look at where they are now.

“And he didn’t try to help you?” Red, Tim, gapes at the still silhouette that used to be someone he thought he knew like he knew himself. Someone that’s always had this secret. “He didn’t try to –”

“Cure me?” Dick’s mouth lifts in a semblance of a smile Tim knows. “There is no cure for this, Timmy. It’s what I am. What my parents both were, the curse of the Romain Bababiljos. It’s unfortunate for me both of them were cursed, that just makes the...the hunger two-fold.”

And it’s just a few more steps, a raised hand that makes Tim flinch back, but only a fingertip taps the edge of the domino, makes the whiteouts raise.

Automatically, with everything he’s learned, studied, experienced about supernatural creatures, he ducks his head so he isn’t looking directly into those eyes. That doesn’t stop Dick from bracketing Tim in, both hands on the counter, their bodies a breath apart.

Dick laughs softly, close enough for Tim to feel the breath on his face. “The Titans...I never had to tell them. By then, I could control myself, at least mostly. The JLA? I’m one of the Batman’s proteges. I’ve been fighting crime since I was eight. They believe in me. There was never a reason for any of them to look too deeply past the surface.”

“Wh-what do you mean mostly?” Tim’s heart slams in his chest, “how many people have you killed, Dick?”

“Do you have any idea how awful the hunger is?” And the lower Dick’s voice goes, the harder Tim’s heart starts to pound. “Surviving on hugs and family affection is tantamount to starvation for someone like me. It’s so easy to kill someone during sex because the hunger is so much I can’t control it sometimes. Anyone I’m with is in danger. That’s why I couldn’t stay with Babs, she’s too human. The one time I came close–”

Dick breathes again and all Tim looks at is the span of throat, thinking of the soft, vulnerable parts, anything he can use to get the fuck away.

“–but I didn’t. I have...willpower sometimes. I drained her so close, though. She was-was so fragile, Timmy, and I was so hungry. I’d been starving for so damn long. She was hospitalized for longer than she’d been when the Joker shot her, and I said never again. But Wally and Kory were...different. I could go further with him without killing them, I could get more full than I’d been in a long time. It was still dangerous for them, but I was so far gone by the time...”

“They’re both still alive. Babs is still alive. Does she–?”

“Remember? Of course not. None of them do. I made sure of that, Tim, so none of them would be afraid of me.” And the air changes when Dick gets closer, his eyes get brighter, and Tim almost chokes with the almost touch to his body under his suit. “But, you are going to be different, aren’t you? I’m not going to be able to convince your mind that what you saw was a dream.”

“So what? You’re going to make me “disappear”? You’ll give Bruce some sob story about how I got tired of the vigilante life and left for college or some shit? Going to bury me where no one will ever find me?” He isn’t looking at Dick’s face, can’t see his own end coming, can’t believe he’d put all his faith and belief in this man only to have it all come to this.

Tim laughs wetly, blinking rapidly, and everything suddenly comes together. “He won’t ever come looking for me anyway. You made sure of that when you made Damian your Robin. Nice plan, Dick. No one is going to give a shit if I’m never seen again anyway.”

And it’s stupid not to at least try, not to duck and kick out, trip up whatever Dick really is, to break a window and fucking run, try to get Bruce, Clark, Kon and Bart and Cassie, to get anyone to listen to him about what Dick really is, to try to save himself.

(If you’d never figured out Dick was Robin, if you never put yourself in front of him, you’d be safe now. Miserable but safe.)

Even if it’s his own brain pan spitting this out, he knows it’s bullshit.

If he’d never approached Dick Grayson with proof Batman was losing his mind, Tim Drake wouldn’t have reached twenty-one. The way his life was going, he would have probably hung himself long before getting to this stage in his life. If he’d never had Bruce or Alfred or Dick or Steph, if he’d never had Robin, never had Young Justice or The Titans, if he’d never had the Clench, never felt the rumble under his feet as Gotham had fallen, if he’d never had the agony of losing everyone in his life, if he’d never had the drive to prove his adopted father was alive…

The civilian Tim Drake wouldn’t have had the strength to make it through life alive.

So if this is the way he goes out, if Dick is the one that ends it for him–

There’re worse ways to go.

He’s not going to be the Joker’s next victim or Ra’s al Ghul’s heir with a mix of Lazarus Pit crazy. The HIVE, the Light, the mass of aliens he’s fought, any number of Rogue Gallery thugs, none of them will be the ones to take him out.

But this?

His career as Robin started out with Dick Grayson, so maybe...maybe it’s fitting this is the way it all ends.

He sucks in a breath and finally tilts his head up, looks up into those electric blue eyes, and lets his breath out so so slow.

Because Dick is looking at him with watery eyes, with a grimace, with something Tim can actually recognize.

But those eyes light up in his penthouse perch, take on a supernatural glow, Dick snatching his wrists in bigger hands, pulling Tim closer, the heat getting through layers of Kevlar and Nomex. And just like that, he can’t pull away, can’t pull back.

There’s no way to defend himself when Dick pulls him in, when he expects to get his throat ripped out, his neck snapped, something important crushed, for the darkness to take over and his heart to slow down to a sad, weak pitter patter.

He can’t defend himself when Dick kisses him, opens his mouth, and stuns him into going completely slack.

“I told you,” Dick growls softly when he pulls back, bends enough to get Tim laid out over his shoulder, “I had other plans.”

But Tim can’t reply, can’t do anything other than lay across Dick’s back as the Romani love deamon strides down the hallway and kicks open the bedroom door.

And if Tim Drake survives until morning, shocking the hell out of the both of them, staring up at Dick’s surprised face and glowing blue eyes, if the soft touch to his jaw contrasts sharply with the bruises and red marks blossoming all over his body from an intense night with his supernatural mentor and best friend, if Dick doesn’t whisper, “finally, finally, my mate,” before kissing him.

If the power Dick drains from him doesn’t kill him, doesn’t do more than give him the most amazing span of unending multiple orgasms to ever happen, if Dick isn’t fully satisfied for the first time in his life. If Dick doesn’t call them both off patrol for the next three nights, carts Tim back to his apartment, refuses him clothes and computers and tech, tells the Titans they’re taking a break from crime fighting while Tim is tied and gagged in his bed, sated enough to listen hazily with half-mast eyes.

If Dick doesn’t hand feed him while he’s getting feeling back in his legs (finally) and give him the full run-down about his parents. If the strange mark on his abdomen doesn’t get warm whenever Dick’s hand is on it, fingers tracing the edges, making those blue, blue eyes dilate in possessiveness. If Tim doesn’t eventually escape with his sanity intact and a little terrified how much his body craves only to have Dick chase after him with single-minded purposes to convince him they’re meant to be.

Then only the man with cameras all over Gotham, waiting and watching with bated breath and fear for his Robins, unmitigated relief when his theory proves true, would be able to give all the details.

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