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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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…. Not me reading Batman City of Madness and seeing the unmasked talon and going—- “shit he’s pretty”…

Someone get that spray bottle and spray me with it like a misbehaving cat because I simply canNOT have another character to obsess over holy crap…

#look I liked the talon from page one without ever seeing their face #like that deadly grace is just a whole new level of awe inspiring #but that hair???#those eyes??????#oooof….#Batman city of madness #ghost talks #why is it always the court of owls #I have a type I know #and apparently it’s questionable secret societies #and their very deadly soldiers #dang

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fishfission-dc · 1 year

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Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 8: Duke)

<<Part 7: Damian | Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

Duke: My turn!

Bruce: Finally I can count on something normal.

Bruce: [migraine noises]

Dick: I feel like this information and Damian is a bad combination.

Damian: Grayson, I am offended you assume I need lessons from Duke on how to lead troops

Tim: You should bring the beard back Bruce.

Steph: Yeah your amnesia era was kind of a slay

Barbara: My dad’s Batman era was not a slay

Jason: Well maybe slay in a different sense-

Duke: That’s all behind us we’re moving on!

Bruce: I don’t think-

Jason: Bruce sit down and don’t pretend like this isn’t exactly what you did to form your child gang

Bruce: I don’t-

Steph: Look into our eyes, Bruce, and tell us, your crimefighting children, that you did not start a child gang

Bruce: Hn.

Tim: That’s what I thought.

Steph, Barbara, Cass: [hysterical laughter]

[talking over each other]

Dick: That is not what I looked like!

Jason: I looked so much cooler as Robin than that!

Tim: I looked cooler because I had pants, I can’t speak for you two.

Damian: My costume has been improved vastly since that iteration.

Steph: Alright, traffic cones.

Duke: Okay really not the point

Barbara: Seems like this step should’ve come before the outfits?

Duke: It was my first time starting a gang let me live

Jason: Shouldn’t “training” have been part of-

Duke: This is not open for criticism thank you

Steph: Yeah only Bruce can critique Duke’s child-gang leader skills as a fellow child-gang leader

Bruce: [noises of general regret]

Bruce: Why does something absurd always happen with you guys when I’m gone

Tim: Maybe because nobody in this house knows how to cope with loss or something I don’t know

Dick: Also it gets so much worse Bruce

Dick: I mean that wasn’t exactly your fault

Jason: Cop Batman didn’t seem to agree

Barbara: [sighs]

[talking over each other]

Jason: Woah woah woah

Tim: Hired??? You did not hire-

Damian: I did not say that?

Jason: Also I don’t remember being asked nicely I remember saving your a-

Dick: ‘Specialist’ sounds pretty cool and professional thank you Duke :)

Steph: Is that Damian in a Court of O-

Damian: The situation was resolved I am fine now

Tim: “Beat up some bird guys”

Jason: I mean besides the imprisonment and attack on a school and Dick leaving us in the dust for a hot second there that’s basically what happened

Dick: I did not-

Bruce: Excuse me?

Duke: Don’t worry about it :)

Tim: That’s n-

Cass: [signing] The Court of Owls is still-

Damian: That is libel

Steph: What a cute picture

Jason: Weren’t there casualti-

Duke: I have no idea what you’re talking about everything was fine in the end and everything is good!

Bruce: I am... so worried about all of you

Barbara: Well anyway let’s keep that streak going, it’s my turn. >:)

<<Part 7: Damian | Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

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thebibliosphere · 4 months

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Tim immediately jumping to murder is why I think Tim should be in the labrynth. Comic!Tim is always one bad day away from becoming a supervillain, but the bad day is key

Listen, the Labyrinth level is harrowing for all of them (watching Dick's parents plummet to the ground over and over because I kept fucking up the trap was excruciating) but Tim, oh god, Tim.

He's so fucking young in this game.

He's not a child characterized as an adult. He's a super smart sixteen-year-old kid trying to act like an adult and full of grief and rage, and while Dick might be struggling with living up to being Batman, Tim's head is just a constant mantra of "not good enough, not good enough, not good enough. Bruce only took you on because he needed a replacement for Jason. And look at you, you couldn't even do that right. Batman is dead"

And because he's in the Labyrinth, it's not his own voice he's hearing.

It's Bruce.

It's Bruce telling him he's not good enough over and over. That he's a disappointment to the mantle of Robin. That Bruce should have never trained him. That it's Tim's fault Bruce is dead because Robin failed to protect Batman.

And then he finds out it's the Court of Owls messing with his head. That they've engineered this whole thing using some mega strain of fear gas while they're making him run through an obstacle course designed to trigger all these worst fears. Making him hallucinate Bruce dying in front of him. That he's being manipulated into reliving his worst fears over and over, and not even dying makes it end because they won't let him die. He just keeps waking up on the slab like some fucked up version of Ground Hog Day with spinning knives and the sound of your mentor telling you all the ways you're not good enough.

Frankly, the Cout of Owls is lucky Tim climbed out of that hole and immediately called Alfred (and oh GOD, the way he haltingly tells Alfred in the smallest voice that he wants to come home because he's a 'little beaten up' aaaah killing, stabbing, biting) because my first instinct on getting him out there was to call down an orbital strike from the Watchtower.

He's hooked into the system.

He could do it.

Say 'hoo' mother fuckers. Say 'hoo' one more time.

#gotham knights game #gotham knights spoilers #tw: death #Tim Drake #this might not have been Tim's villain origin story but it was definitely mine #I'll kill them

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 month

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Ohh I got soooo many ideas, like CV reader got kidnapped by black mask (I think it's red hood nemesis, am not that deep in DC comics but I know the basics) so he could have a deal or take information out of red hood using CV reader. And when Jason found out about it he was pissed but when he got there the bad guys already down because CV reader took them down.

P.s I don't mind if you use this as a reference to make a headcanon or story on contrary i would love to read it, but it's up to you!!

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tw/cw: yandere, jason being horny/implied noncon, cat villain! reader being an absolute menace and a whore as always.

pairings: yan! batfam x cat villain/vigilante! reader

note: this happens after conflict between jason and other members of batfam are resolved and at that point cat villain! is more solidly on the cat vigilante! side

“How long is this going to take exactly? I’m about to take an involuntary cat nap with how utterly slow you all are being.”

The Court of Owls were a group of people you’ve absolutely despised on every era you’ve had under your cat mask. Whether it was your wild years as Cat Woman’s protégé or when you were basically assimilated as the Batfam’s shared s/o. You could never bring yourself to like absurdly rich people that well. Much less rich people who do bad things.

For legal and safety reasons, you have to say that the Batfamily are an exception.

You don’t know how on Earth they managed to get their hands on equipment that prevented your powers from working, but it was proving to be quite the annoying conundrum.

“I’m sorry but I’m feline a little too underwhelmed by this whole kidnapping thing. Why don’t we hurry things up a little?”

MEANWHILE . . .

“Where the hell did you take them?!”

Jason slammed Black Mask unto the wall, using the backside of his arm and pressing it against the man’s chest.

The latter’s men took a defensive, alert stance. Ready to pounce on command.

But Black Mask only gestured them to stand down.

“You have to understand, the fact that I even thought of informing you of my deal is a huge risk. I could lose my biggest benefactors.” He replied, calm and polite. In contrast to the harsh kick he deals to his assailant, making Jason back off. “I’m doing you all a favor. I’m doing [Cat Villain Name] a favor.”

“They’re currently on a private island to the south. I can’t give you the exact coordinates but here’s the general location.” He tossed a flashdrive, one swiftly caught and skimmed through by Tim.

“Why are you helping us?” Damian’s mind was already calculating the best way to get rid of everyone in this room. The grip on his katana tightening by the second. He had full faith that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but it did not help with the fear of disappearance whatsoever.

He was sure that the sight of you getting hurt would lead to him going on a rampage.

“Maybe the fact that even with my help, you kids being too late would open their mind and make them come back to our side. They’d finally learn that you’re only as good for them as Batman was to —“ Damian couldn’t stop himself anymore, knocking the man unconscious as the rest of the crew took down his goons with ease. Their worry over your current condition giving them a surprising amount of efficiency as a team.

“It’ll take several hours to even get to those islands much less even find which one . . .” Tim bit his lip. He wasn’t concerned at all. He knows you inside and out. In fact, he already knew where you were exactly. All of this info gathering was just his plan to delay things so that your patience would run out and he’d get front row seats to the carnage you’d inevitably cause. After all, there was something he can always predict when it came to you.

Your unending thirst for fun and chaos.

It took about a week for them to find you. Just about enough time for you to get antsy about not seeing your beloved pets and home.

And plenty of time for you to have your fun, pretending to be hurt, crying out in feigned agony, before you finally took down your prey.

“Red Hood! Come back! We can’t just barge in—“ Dick called out to Jason.

But all Jason could think of was the way you screamed in terror. The footage of your ‘torture’ was something he had nightmares about.

“Kitty! Are you—“ He kicked the door off its hinges, guns ready to fire.

But his sights only landed on a singular breathing being in the middle of a room. Covered in the blood of your victims. Grooming yourself clean.

Each lick sending shivers down his spine.

He sighed in relief. “You really have to stop playing with your food, Kitty.”

His lips envelopes yours as the world disappears from your vision.

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aphroditesmoon · 11 months

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Hi! I’m not sure if u do smut or not but I was wondering if u could do a Legolas smut with fem!human!reader, like a enemies to lovers kind of thing. Maybe hate sex? <3

too close

legolas greenleaf x reader

summary: legolas has his doubts about who you really are, but is that really why he can never meet your eyes with anything else but anger in himself.

warning: afab reader, nswf, smut 18+, etl, legolas being a jerk, probably bad description of mirkwood

a/n: soo sorry i took ages, I've been taking new meds, also i havent written smut for a while so im a bit dusty, hope u like it<3

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Summer is barely a real season under the protective courts of Mirkwood, you could barely feel the heat or see the sun through giantic starfall tree and at night, the chill through the strong winds gives a hint of winter in its air.

You loved it. Training at night feels easier when your not already sweating through your tits ten minutes in warm ups. And the quiet around you, save the crickets and owls hooting, gave you the solace you seeked for each existing day you lived through.

But despite finding everything well with want you asked for, the universe seems relentless with making sure you'll always be keeping your guard up and your annoyance up higher, with the ever consistent appearance of Prince Legolas Greenleaf.

He stands by the corner near an entrance to the castle, watchful of you while thinking he's quiet. His lack of trust in you makes him believe that you somehow lack in the specialties of elf abilities, like for example, your keen hearing.

"I could hear you for a mile away, prince." You also caught onto his snort, before his footsteps sounds louder. "How did you lnow it was me then?" He asks, less snobby than usual.

He must be drunk, you tell yourself.

"You have that pompous, all knowing kind of stride, it has its own beat when you walk." You expected him to roll his eyes like he usually do, belittling you like a child being reprimanded. But suprisingly he laughs. "That sounds a lot like you're projecting, after all, only pompous, all knowing arseholes are the ones who isolate themselves and train alone."

Ah, there it is. He's sobered up then.

"And what humble, kind enough of an elf, would waste his time stalking other people just to throw insults like a 7 year old?" You snapped.

If he had found your irritants amusing before, now his smile fades altogether, and he looks the same as when he's about to pull an arrow on an orc.

"The kind of an elf who's trying to protect his kingdom and father." You laughed honestly yet mockingly before dropping your sword altogether to look at him. "You think your doing the king a favor? His majesty has his own mind, he trusts me, so I'd suggest you drop your savior facade and trust him." He shook his head and looks away for a second, as if deep in thought. "My father doesn't trust anyone, let alone random rogue elves who comes out of nowhere."

You raised you brow at his bravery in speech. 'This random rogue elf is the reason your father is alive, if I had even a glimpse of malice in me, I wouldn't have done nothing but serve him well for the last 10 months." You say matter of factly.

And before he could argue again, you wave your hand at him annoyed, and turn your back at the prince. "I practise better when im alone, and now you've ruined my peace, if you don't have anything new or smart to say-"

"You are a witch." He speaks. You actually freezed for a moment, forehead frowned in confusion. "Excuse me?"He repeated his impossible words.

"Im a witch...because i saved your father's lives?" You ask him, slowly. He looks more frustrated then ever, as if you're the one patronizing him.

"No, you are a witch, because you have bewitched him." You could laugh if you didn't want to punch him. "And how have I bewitched him?" You almost yell. "I don't fucking know!" He yells first.

"My father has never trusted anyone, except for me, yet i see he'd put his life in your hands if he has to. And you know that, you know what you are doing. How you win his praise and trust when you fight, and when you put yourself over him, over the other shooters, martyring yourself."

Your mouth was wide open, your brows furowing, but no words escape you as he continues, inching closer with every word, untik you're both a step away from eachother.

"And you know exactly what you do to me." He was hovering over you, with a glare so intense you've never seen from the mirkwood prince. "I've done nothi-" He cuts you off when you've just gained enough control to speak. "You've bewitched me."

His breath was steady even in such anger, fanning your face gently as he inhales and exhales. "I don't trust you, and i shouldn't care too much of another fighter in our army, another stranger i shan't waste my time on. Yet one glimpse of you, and you're stuck in my head, like a memory i can't seem to forget."

he was silent after the last confession ends, and you have the stubborn urge to answer to him. "That sounds like a you problem, not mine." He gives a short bitter laugh, looking up to the sky for a second, as if praying to the stars for guidance. "What have you done to me, cruel enchantress."

The rage seemed to lessen in the glare he still holds at you, but something more hungry lays in his gaze. "I've done nothing. Im no witch." You answer, so over all of this cat and mouse game. "And if I was, I wouldn't waste my time on someone so frustrating like you, and your stupid perfect nose, going around acting like you're-" He cuts you off, closing the small space between the two of you with his lips.

It was persistent, the way his mouth pushed over yours, like a strong wave crashing over sands, forcing it to feel the same surge it's being held againts.

When your hands finally found its strength, you place them againts his chest, pushing him off, he startles and moves a step, eyes locking with yours.

His hands that were once on each sides of your face, falls down to his side, fingers flexing as if too empty now. "I hate you." He says. His eyes saying the opposite. Your mind repeats over and over of what he had done and you tell yourself that it can't get any worse or better than this, so you took a move yourself forward, standing on the ground he was on a second ago.

"Then why don't you show me how much."

You don't hesitate to pull his face towards yours, recreating the similar scene as before. His hands move to wrap around your waist, while yours tangle themselves in his untied long white hair.

You gasp when his tongue licks over your bottom lip, giving him what he wanted, your tongues clashes as you two continue kissing eachother like you're out of air. You don't flinch when he backs you up until your back meets the flat of a wall. His right hand starts to fliddle with the laces tying your leather top on. You help him take it off before your own fingers helps him take his breeches of while he moves his lips to your neck.

"I like you better with your hair down." You manage to gasp out while he's sucking on your neck. "And I like you better with your mouth shut." Legolas replies before his hands easily turns you around your face meets with the wall.

You barely hold on to the wall when his grip on your hips tighten, your own training tights pulled down before you felt him againts your back. You squirm and let yourself grind againts his hardness when one of his hands move to your front to squeeze your breasts, flicking your nipple, gently moving lower then from your chest to yoir stomach, grazing your scar filled abs until it gets lower to where you want him the most.

He's still squeezing your left hip while rubbing his hard cock againts your ass.

Finally as he sinks into you without notice, receiving a loud whimper from you, his hand over your hips move to grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back againts his chest. His right wandering fingers were still againts your front, rubbing circles on your thighs.

You're too speechless, feeling yourself filled up to the brim by him. He doesn't move at first, head laying low by your neck, hot breathing againts your cheek. You almost cry when he slowly pulls out, until he pushes himself in again, harder tham the first thrust.

He doesn't stop them, pushing into your hole repeatedly, his hands moving up from your thighs to your clit, rubbing over it with a pace that wanted to make you scream.

Legolas finally regains enough strength to start biting and sucking on your neck, marking you, while he doesn't stop pounding into your wet cunt.

The fullness of his cock and pressure of his fingers makes your cunt tighten againts him, he lets out a growl you've never heard if the elf prince before he bites down your sweet spot harshly, making you scream out his name. "Fucking hell." He groans out, fucking out all his pent up anger and tension over you.

.Your hands feels slippery againts the wall, gripping againts nothing while he takes you like a ragdoll, manhandling you take his cock over and over, watching you turn into a crying and moaning mess.

"Legolas, please- uh." You mewl out to him He hears you, pleased he is as he lets out a grin againts your neck. "Please what, my love?" He asks huskily. Love, thats a new one.

"Need to come-" You beg out to him. And Legolas, for all his false pretense of hostility before, could never say no to you.

He pushes your face againts the wall again, both of his palms now back to each side of your hip, tightening againts them as he plunges himself harder inside of you as you scream out his name, shameless of who could've heard them. Your nipples grazes againts the hard bumpy walls, oversensitive to everything now, you clench againts him so tightly that you could hear him curse out in elvish as he holds on to your bruised sides.

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as he continues fucking you while you explode all over him, your orgasm leaking out of your cunt, all over his leg. "Argh- im going to-" He doesn't finish his words as he finally cums after you, his hot cum leaking into your hole and then lower lines on your arse.

His head leans on your back, his breathing rapid and sweat glistens you both.

Legolas pulls you back by your breast, letting you rest on hus chest while the two of you try to regain some air. His fingers grazing the valley of your tits, head stuck on the side of your forehead. Once you've calmed down from your high, you tilt your head towards him, relishing his warm arms around you.

He leans forward, letting your forehead meets. You let out a small smile. "Now what?" Your voice gentler then expected. "Now-" He answers, voice hard. "-I'll take you to my chambers, and I'm fucking you again."

#legolas greenleaf fanfiction #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas x reader #legolas #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr #the lord of the rings

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fierymiasma · 11 months

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◎ Teach Him a Lesson ◎: Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio

Summary/Request: Ever since the three of them started dating, Sebastian's been getting really jealous whenever Ominis starts kissing their girlfriend.

It's about time they teach him a lesson.

Requested by Anon 💗

Tags: NSFW, Smut, Jealous Sebastian, Dominis, Bondage, Hair Pulling, Sub!Sebastian, Threesome

Words: 5k

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Ever since the three of them starting courting each other, Sebastian's done everything to be the doting boyfriend that they both deserved.

…Unfortunately, he couldn't help the fact that he was sometimes a jealous git.

He has always wrestled with his jealous emotions, even when it was just him and his little sweetheart. He adored having the complete undivided attention of the hero of Hogwarts. Being her everything. When Ominis later joined their relationship, Sebastian was over the moon. Finally, now both his lovers were his, completely his and his alone.

Of course, he somehow forgot that Ominis and his sweetheart would fall for each other too.

For a while, he was able to keep his dark emotions in check. Whenever he caught Ominis whispering Parseltongue in her ear, he would simply grit his teeth and close his eyes until the moment had passed. Whenever she chose to rest her head on Ominis's shoulder instead of Sebastian's, he would simply grab her legs and rest them in his lap. The brief moments would always pass quickly enough. And whenever Sebastian was finally back in the center of attention, everything would be right in the world.

His storm of emotions was held at bay…for a while. But as their 7th year passed at a languid pace, and their feelings only grew, the storm raged harder. Sebastian would see how Ominis developed a small private smile, only for her. And his sweetheart would read Ominis's favorite books out loud to him, lost in a fantasy world with just the two of them. The storm raged and raged and raged until….

It had been a long day in detention as he paid his penance for his last bout of tomfoolery. Sebastian had been so eager to return to the safety of the Room of Requirement, longing to smother his waiting girlfriend with heated kisses.

What he hadn't expected was to swing open the door and see that someone had already taken his place.

She was on Omnis's lap, soft smooth legs wrapped around his waist. Her shirt untucked from her waistband, allowing Ominis's large hands to sneak their way up to uncovered breasts. Her hair, normally so woven in intricate designs had completely tumbled down, waves framing her slim shoulders. They were kissing. Ominis had his other hand underneath her chin, bringing her lips closer to his. Her hands fisted Ominis's vest, pulling him closer.

Sebastian cleared his throat, startling the other two from their kiss. Their faces were soft and inviting, begging for him to join. It always was this way. The other two would always inevitably reach out and pull him into their embrace.

But it was too late, the dam holding back his storm of anger had broken. His face twisted into an ugly snarl. "Leaving me out again, you two? That's perfectly fine by me! I hope you have the time of your lives without me." He stiffly turned away, slamming the large door of the Room of Requirement much harder than needed.

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He avoided the other two.

Sebastian shouldn't be jealous. He was better than this. Sebastian knew of course, that despite that fact that it was him that introduced the two together, that he wouldn't always be in the middle of their relationship. He knew in the back of his mind that they were falling in love without him there. After all, it was what was agreed upon.

So, why did he act this way?

His hand clutched the owl post she had sent him. "Meet me in the Undercroft. I got a new spell that I think will be to your liking." Sebastian's frown melted.

He needed to apologize. They both deserved better.

As he stepped forward in the light of the Room of Requirement, he paused, not expecting to see Ominis there as well. They were sitting next to each other on one of the many couches, hands folded in their laps as if they were waiting for his arrival.

Bollocks. This was an intervention, wasn't it?

His apology was stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

"Sebastian." Their dove greeted, always the peacemaker between the two boys. "Come and sit with us."

He obeyed, stiffly sinking into one of the chairs in front of them. Like a criminal in front of a jury.

"I'm sorry." He began. "I shouldn't have yelled at you two. I do love you, the both of you. I'm…I'm sorry."

"Thank you Sebastian." she says, voice soothing. He didn't dare look into her eyes, not wanting to see the pity there.

"Sebastian, I too appreciate your apology." Ominis's voice is sharp. "But this is entirely unacceptable. We all agreed, at the very start of this whole affair, that we were in this, all three of us, together.

"I'm sorry, Ominis. I didn't mean it. I've never meant to hurt you." Sebastian says lowly. He can't help but wonder how many times he's apologized to the two of them. Not just for this but…for….everything.

Sebastian's hands curled into fists in his lap. "I confess. I don't mean to be like this. I want you two to be happy together. I…I just can't…"

He swallowed thickly. "I'm letting my emotions get the better of me. I have been for a while."

"Well, in my opinion, I think you're long overdue for a lesson." Ominis declared.

"A lesson?" Sebastian repeated dumbly, not knowing where this was going.

His sweetheart stood up from her comfortable position on the couch next to Ominis. "A lesson. Maybe some exposure into what you fear most would do you some good?"

She approached the seated Sebastian, towering over him impressively so. She bent down at the waist, angling her jaw to meet his lips. Sebastian hummed in pleasant surprise. Well, if this was the lesson, then consider himself a very eager student. His neck strained as he reached up to her face, begging for forgiveness. She broke the kiss far too early, quickly pulling away from him. Sebastian's eyes were still closed, trying to chase her retreating lips. He only opened his eyes just in time to see her wand pointed at him. Before he could react she muttered a spell that Sebastian wasn't familiar with.

"Incarcerous"

Thick black tendrils of rope shot out from the ends of her wand, slithering across his chest and wrapping themselves around the arms of the chair. His hands tied behind his back, Sebastian strained his muscles against the bondage, but it was no use.

"What the fu-" he struggled.

His traitorous girlfriend giggled, tucking her wand back into her sleeve. "I wasn't lying. I did invite you here to show off a new spell."

"What is the meaning of this?"

Ominis stepped forward. His hand curling around their lover's waist, in a deliberately possessive manner. "It's as we said. A lesson for you Sebastian. Maybe, in time, you'll come to enjoy it."

Ominis pulled her into a kiss in front of Sebastian. Their eyes fluttered closed, lost in each other.

Sebastian momentarily paused in his escape attempt. A faint blush crept its way towards his cheeks. His eyes were glued to their entwined form. He hated how forgotten he was, cast aside like an afterthought. His stomach boiled hotly. "I don't understand this."

Ominis broke apart from their lover despite her sigh of disappointment. "All you need to do, Sebastian, is be good for us. Can you be a good, Sebastian?"

The realization of what was happening washed over Sebastian. Ominis had always let Sebastian take the lead in the bedroom. It was hard not to. Sebastian's greedy passion roared too ferociously, and he was always too ravenous in the bedroom, consuming his lover until there was nothing left.

This is what Ominis must be like whenever he was with their sweetheart--dominating and demanding. Sebastian never tried to imagine the two of them together in the bedroom.

Now, he was starting to regret it.

"I don't like to repeat myself, Sebastian." Ominis's voice dripped with displeasure, drawing Sebastian back into reality.

"Will you be a good boy for us, Sebastian?" Ominis tilted his nose up, looking down on Sebastian haughtily.

There wasn't even a second of hesitation. "Yes." Sebastian groaned.

"Then watch."

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With only his beating heart keeping time, Sebastian couldn't tell if it had been mere seconds or hours since he had been imprisoned.

Ominis had been taking his sweet time, trailing soft delicate kisses in secretive pattern along her skin. Their kisses were slow and languid as if they were so lost in each other that time lost all meaning. Sebastian had never before seen such patience in the bedroom, having always preferred to listen to his animalistic rush of adrenaline.

The fibers of his heart were tearing in different directions. Sebastian couldn't ignore how hard his cock was, begging for release. He of course, listened to Ominis, dutifully watching the two of them take each other apart. It seemed as if they completely forgot about him.

What was the point in this whole exercise if they were just going to ignore him?

I should be the one kissing her….Ominis should be marking me. He tried to ignore how his cock pulsated with need.

"It's a shame that I can't join in with you two." Sebastian's tongue was often far more clever than his head. His voice took on a silky smooth tone, the one that Sebastian knew made his lovers weak at the knees. "If only there were a way for me to get out of this rope."

They ignored him, perhaps deliberately.

Sebastian's back tooth almost cracked in frustration.

"Now, how is this even a lesson if I'm not participating in it?" He pouted, pretending to be unaffected by this whole affair despite the bulge in his pants telling otherwise.

Finally, the two pulled apart. She looked at Ominis with an amused gaze, her eyes sparkling with some inside joke Sebastian wasn't getting.

"Ominis, let's give Sebastian what he wants."

Ominis kissed her lips reverently. "As you wish."

Where was this gentleness when Ominis was bedding Sebastian?

The long pale fingers that Sebastian adored so much lightly trailed up her back. And Ominis deft fingers plucked at her dress like violin strings. The fabric seemed to melt away effortlessly, leaving her only in undergarments.

Sebastian's eyes widened in disbelief. He had always struggled with the intricate clasps, strings, and buckles of her conservative clothing. Sebastian always needed to resort to tearing her garments into pieces from her body and reparo'ing them the morning after.

The pair got onto the couch behind them. Ominis coaxed her nearly bare body onto his lap. She leans against him, her back pressing firmly against his chest. His hands roamed possessively over her exposed thighs, spreading them for Sebastian to see.

Sebastian shivered.

"Pay attention, Sebastian." There was a hint of a smirk on Ominis's lips. "You might learn a thing or two."

Half of him wanted to act out in protest. The other half was dying to see where Ominis was going with this.

Ominis hands dipped underneath the breastband of her bra. Sebastian couldn't quite see what Ominis's fingers were doing, but he could certainly imagine. A moan was drawn from her pretty lips, and now Sebastian definitely knew what Ominis was doing.

It should be Sebastian making her moan so prettily. Sebastian's biceps flexed against the tip rope around him. The chair squeaked in protest.

"Sebastian…ah…." Her voice was breathless as Ominis's quick fingers make quick work of her bra, leaving her breasts for view. Sebastian's eyes trail over every inch of newly exposed skin. Merlin, she was so gorgeous. She gasped, "Good boys look….a-ah…but they don't touch."

Sebastian's brain could barely functioning. "What?"

"You're being jealous, Sebastian." Sebastian's mouth hung open. Unbelievable, the nerve of these two. How was he survive this? To just stay tied up? Just watch the two people he loves most in the world worship each other's bodies?

His cock wept, straining against his pants.

As she relaxed in Ominis's arms, he pulling her soft thighs apart for Sebastian to see. She shyly ducked her head, not used to being on display for another man like this.

Ominis whispered in her ear, just loud enough for Sebastian's straining ears to hear. "Let's show Sebastian what we get up to without him, dove."

She whimpered for the other man so sweetly. Sebastian's heart skipped a beat. Those noises were supposed to be for him.

Sebastian's eyes widen in anticipation. She gently guided Ominis hands to her increasingly wet undergarments. Ominis's long fingers pulled them to the side.

Her eyes fluttered close, head dropped back to rest on Omins's shoulders. Sebastian wanted to throw up, wanted to close his eyes and turn away from the scene in front of him.

He couldn't look away.

Sebastian's eyes traced over the long length of Omins's digits dipping further into her wet center. They followed the fine tremor in her quivering thighs. Her wetness clung to his fingers.

T-this was supposed to be Sebastian's job. And yet, here was he completely immobile in front of her, helpless to do anything but watch his boyfriend and girlfriend engrossed in their own pleasure.

There was that familiar coil of jealous tightening in his stomach. But right next to it, was his rock hard shaft, weeping profusely onto his slacks with need.

He bucked his hips against the tight binds, trying to chase relief, to no avail.

"Do you think Sebastian's gotten over his jealousy, dove?" Ominis asked. His other hand snaked under her jaw, forcing her to look back at the man before her, a hard command to follow when her own pleasure was so distracting.

Sebastian's heart skipped a beat. They were putting on a show for him.

She groaned, opening her eyes to look at the pathetic tied man in front of her. His muscles strained against the binds holding him down. Her eyes trailed down his form to the noticeable bulge in his pants that was begging for release.

"I-I'm…ah, Ominis!…n-not sure." she replied. The muscles in her stomach were tightening in anticipation.

"Y-yes, yes please, Ominis, I've learned my lesson. Please, please, untie me. Let me show you." Sebastian begged, not quite even remembering what the whole point of this whole exercise was for.

Ominis hummed, seemingly unmoved by Sebastian's pretty pleads. His fingers quickened in their movement, pumping in and out of their girlfriend's core. "How can I trust someone like you? Half the times, I don't know whether to punish you or reward you."

She mewled, eyes shut tight, her back arching off of Ominis's chest. It was getting increasingly harder to participate in the conversation. She was so, so close.

"I'll be good." Sebastian promised. "Be good to you both. Please, Ominis, I love you two."

Ominis's fingers stilled in their ministrations, hands pulling away from her wet thighs. Their lover whimpered, on the cusp of tidal wave and yet unable to taste it. He turned his face into her hair, hushing her further protests.

"Don't fret, dove. Sebastian will help you finish, won't he?"

Sebastian could almost feel the drool trickling down his chin. He nodded dumbly, so eager to show both his lovers how good he could be.

As he got up from the couch, Ominis gently helped the poor girl up, standing on trembling legs. Sebastian could barely breath, as he watched his best friend start stripping away the many formal layers that hid his body. Vest now entirely forgotten on the floor, his robes banished to oblivion. The starch white shirt, dress pants, and the undone tie, wrapped around Ominis's right hands were the only remaining clothing on the man.

Sebastian whimpered. Only Ominis could be still so dressed and yet somehow look so naked.

Ominis approached the seated man in front of him slowly.

Sebastian sighed, eager to get out of the restrictive binds. He couldn't wait for the real fun to start. It was long overdue.

Instead, he found himself being pulled off the chair by magic onto the flat cold surface of a table. The binds felt like the cold scales of a snake against his skin, slithering their way around his arms and legs to reprison him to the table.

Ominis's smirk was borderline cruel, as he wrapped his tie around Sebastian's wrists before pulling them upwards on the table, stretching Sebastian to be fully on display.

Sebastian tugged on his wrists experimentally, only to have no budge. "O-Ominis?" He questioned.

Ominis leaned over the other man, his face inches away from Sebastian's. "Remember, if you're ever in any discomfort, you only need to say the special word."

Sebastian's cock twitched in eager anticipation. He groaned, pathetically simultaneously cursing Ominis while singing his praises.

His reply was lacking, Ominis gripped his chin, forcing his face up.

"Say the word, in case you need it for later."

Sebastian refused out of principle just wanting for Ominis to touch him at this point.

Ominis hand on his chin tightened as a warning.

"Headmaster Black." Sebastian stated the safe word.

Ominis hummed in agreement. "Good boy."

Sebastian preened at the praise.

"Darling, help me get Sebastian more presentable, will you?"

She hummed, nipping at Ominis's lips teasingly. "It would be my pleasure."

Climbing on top of the table, she crawled on top of Sebastian's chest, sitting so close to his groin. His breath quickened. He could feel the heat from her naked center, pressed against his stomach with his clothes acting as the only barrier between them.

Skillful hands started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Soft lips left kisses on each area of newly exposed skin. Sebastian's neck strained upwards. His head lifted up, trying to chase her lips in turn to return her kisses but the black tendrils only tightened in response.

He whined, thunking his head back down in defeat.

Her eyes flickered upwards, looking at Sebastian's pained expression in amusement.

Ominis's wand pointed at Sebastian before the man uttered a quick spell. His pants, belt, and underpants vanished, leaving him exposed on the table in front of them. Now free from its confines, his cock bounced up to attention, begging for attention. His freckles disappeared in his warm blush.

With another flick of the wand, a warm tingling sensation trailed down Sebastian's spine to his hole, as he felt himself get become wet and loosened in anticipation of things to come.

Ominis long fingered dipped into Sebastian's hole, stretching it out for Ominis's cock. Sebastian bucked his hips eagerly chasing the new sensation. At the same time, his girlfriend wrapped her soft hand around his weeping member, giving a few strokes.

This was death. This was either hell or heaven, and Sebastian couldn’t figure out which was which.

The pair was unrelenting, Ominis's fingers long and firm as they scissored him open. He could feel their girlfriend's hand stroking his cock. Her face was getting close to it, and he could feel tiny puffs of hot air on the tip.

His muscles flexed against their confines. His hips arched upwards, chasing the dual sensations. This is where he belonged, at the center of attention in between the two of them.

Ominis's cloudy eyes darkened as he withdrew his fingers from Sebastian's hole. The terrible sensation of being empty was very fleeting and quickly replaced with the heavy promise of a blunt hot member begging for entrance.

Sebastian nearly cried, trying to fight against his bindings to impale himself on Ominis's cock.

The other Slytherin clucked, before giving into his boyfriend's wishes, as he often did in these situations. Sebastian groaned, the heavy hot pressure slowly shoving inside was so delicious.

With a wave of a wand, the black tendrils tying Sebastian's legs down disappeared. Sebastian's freed legs eagerly wrapped around Ominis's hips, trying to pull him closer.

"Are you forgetting someone?" Ominis scolded. "You're the one who's so jealous of the two of us, but you can't even handle us both at the same time.

Sebastian's eyes flickered open. He had almost entirely forgot about her. She was still sitting on top of his naked chest. He was trapped under her predatory gaze.

What a sight he must look to her. Shirt ripped open exposing his chest and abdomen. His arms above his head tied up and secured by Ominis's green tie. And his legs wrapped around Ominis as he thoroughly penetrating him. His mouth hung open, letting out little noises every time Ominis thrusted forward, burying his thick cock inside Sebastian.

His cheeks blushed in embarrassment as she stared nakedly in want.

Sebastian's voice was almost gone. "Please, sweetheart, let me serve you."

She hummed as her hips hovered over Sebastian's shaft. Some of her wetness dripped onto Sebastian's twitching cock. He could feel the heat coming from her center. She bent over, her chest pressed against Sebastian's. He could feel her hardened nipples against his pecs.

Her mouth was inches from his. Her whispers tickled his lips.

"Hopefully we'll be able to fuck the jealousy right out of you."

Before Sebastian could fully process her words, her hips slammed downwards, impaling herself on his shaft. Simultaneously, Ominis thrust forward, cock brushing against that sweet bundle of nerves.

Sebastian screamed, guttural and wanting. His wrists strained roughly against the smooth silk.

He must have died halfway. That or he'd gone completely blind.

"I-I'm close." Sebastian croaked, his throat dry from his screaming. "P-Please, darling, Ominis, let me…l-let me-"

She frowned, "Coming before me? Before I'm done with you?"

Ominis tutted in disappointment. Sebastian had zero idea how he acted so unaffected by this. "Where are your manners, Sebastian?"

Sebastian groaned, They were killing him. They were vampires sucking out his life essence and they were just laughing as they tortured him.

She summoned her wand to her hand. "Let's take pity on him, Ominis. Looks like our toy is about to break."

Merlin, that's all that Sebastian was good for wasn't it? Sebastian was just a tool for them to use and get out. Just an object to serve them.

He almost came right there.

Sensing his incoming climax, his girlfriend smiled before whispering another spell.

And just like that the incoming wave of his climax had paused. The brink of total ecstasy now completely gone.

He groaned in pain. "W-what in Merlin's-"

She smiled, devilishly and evil. Her hips had resumed, pumping up and down on his cock, giving Sebastian no relief. "You're done, when Ominis and I say you are done."

Sebastian couldn't breathe. Where in Merlin's name did she learn that spell? He felt feverish, mind so clearly added by the push and pull of Ominis's cock and her wet center.

"Sebastian."

He couldn't muster the energy to respond. He was boneless, at the mercy of his lovers.

"Sebastian." Ominis asked again, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.

The boy whimpered. He managed to lift his head a little from the cold comforting surface of the wooden table.

"Keep your eyes open. If you keep watching, we'll reward you."

Ominis leaned forward to twist his fingers in the flowing strands on her hair. Firmly, he pulled her towards him, getting her attention. She gasped, her hips stuttered to a halt. Ominis brought the curve of her spine flush against his warm chest. The glow of the Undercroft's candles reflected so beautifully against her exposed neck. Ominis attacked her neck. She succumbed to the onslaught of bites and kisses.

They kissed, their hips still working furiously. She was bouncing on Sebastian's cock and Ominis's hips were unrelenting as they pumped into Sebastian's hole.

Instinctually, the raging storm that was held at bay roared back to life. All the jealousy and envy made itself known. There they went, ignoring him again.

Sebastian has never been so humiliated, and yet, he's never been harder.

He'd never noticed this before, or perhaps, better put, he never wanted to see how beautiful they were together. How their bodies were molded for each other, like entwined snakes. How they loved each other so perfectly.

They were both so brilliant, so beautiful, so powerful. What could they possibly want from him than they could not simply get from each other?

The familiar coil of jealousy slithered around his heart.

Perhaps Ominis could sense his feelings as he whispered something quietly in her ear. Her eyes cracked open and stared at Sebastian bound form.

And Sebastian was struck by how much she adored him. Her dark, soulful eyes were filled with indescribable love for him. And Ominis turned his head to face Sebastian so that Sebastian could get a good view on his expression. It was the same soft features that Ominis had for Sebastian alone, reminding him of the day that Ominis first confessed his love to the other Slytherin.

It hit Sebastian like a lightning bolt. The realization that all his jealousy and fear that consumed him was nothing next to the mountain of his love for them.

And he also realizes that everything they have done, and everything they were doing were to show him that they love him. They have always loved him.

This whole time.

"I want to see her come, Ominis." he begged. "And you- fuck- too, 'Nis. W-want you to both …feel good…"

He's surprised at how earnest he meant it. No lies, no manipulation. He could happily watch both of his lovers lost in each other, falling for each other. As long as they were both happy.

"Y-yes, Sebastian." She mewled. Sebastian could feel her walls spasming around his cock. "Ah-I-I'm…I'm so close."

"Good boy." Ominis praised. He removed his hands from Sebastian. To Sebastian's surprise, he did not miss their absence as much as he anticipated. Instead, he eagerly watched skillful hands made their way to her clit. She inhaled shakily as Ominis rubbed her. Occasionally, his fingers would miss and slyly brush against Sebastian's pulsating shaft.

Ominis could hear how close she was from her small little gasps to the breathily quiet moans she would try to stifle.

A particular flick of his wrist sent her over the edge. She keened, digging deep crescents into Sebastian's abdominal muscles with her sharp nails. Her hands shook as Ominis leaned forward to swallow her cries with his mouth.

And Sebastian laid there, loving the slight sting of pain from her nails and happy to just bask in her glow.

Ominis's hips came to a slow, rolling halt, and he redirected his attention away from Sebastian to plant soothing kisses along the curve of her spine.

Sebastian did not mind this.

After a while, her lashes slowly fluttered open. Blown pupils gazed at Sebastian's wide-eyed innocent expression. Her hands relaxed, releasing her claws from Sebastian's sore skin.

Sebastian was still buried deep within her, waiting for her command.

She surged forward to kiss him, and he was happy to let her take what she wanted from him.

"You're doing so good, Sebastian." She murmured into his bruising lips.

His heart skipped a beat at the praise.

"Good boys should be rewarded. Don't you think so, Ominis?" she asked. She summoned her wand to her hand.

His heart nearly stopped.

Ominis snapped his hips forward deep within Sebastian. "He's been surprisingly well-behaved."

Sebastian whimpered in agreement.

She couldn't help but smile. With a wave of her wand, the invisible vice around the base of his cock loosened.

He sighed in relief. It felt like he could finally breathe again.

She did not let him rest. Despite her recent orgasm, her hips were unrelenting as she started grinding forward on his cock.

Sebastian jerked back in surprise, accidentally pushing himself down onto Ominis's thick cock.

He was helpless against their onslaught. Pleasure washed over him as the pair took him apart, fucking him from both ends. He felt so full, impaled on Ominis and so overwhelmed as his girlfriend milked his aching cock.

"O-Ominis, pleasepleaseplease."

Ominis ran his fingers soothingly over Sebastian's side. "What do you need?"

"Want you to come. W-want to be good for you."

Ominis thumbs pressed hotly into the dips of Sebastian's waist, as he jerked his hips forward, setting a faster pace. The tightly wound restraint that he managed to cling too was starting to come unraveled.

Ominis's voice was rough, throat dry. "Sebastian, I want you to come. Want you to come into our pretty princess."

They both groaned at his words. Ominis always had the both of him clinging onto his every syllable in the bedroom.

Sebastian, already so close to the brink, moaned. His vision went with has he released his load inside her warmth. He might have blacked out half-way through. He only came back down to earth when Ominis's pounding took on a different rhythm. Sebastian mewled. He barely had any time to recover from his high. His prostate so sensitive but his muscles so pliant against the vicious fucking.

At last, Ominis thrusted forward, reaching deep into Sebastian, as he emptied his load into Sebastian's load. His brown eyes fluttered closed, loving the sensation of being filled.

There was a moment in which the very air was still, in which the trio tried to catch their breath.

She was the first to move, undoing the tie around Sebastian's redden wrists before collapsing on top of him.

Ominis, the dutiful lover, summoned a wet cloth to clean the both of them.

"Have you learned your lesson?" She asked.

Sebastian hummed. His mind already imaging all the future scenarios in which his bouts of jealousy would be swiftly punished with their mouths on his throat and cock.

Oh yes, Sebastian certainly had learned a lesson alright.

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Red Robin: . . . The Court of Owls has a spaceship?

Danny: Who even are the Court of Owls? Why are they owls? Why aren't they, I don't know, pigeons or something?

Red Robin:

Red Robin: You know, I'm not actually sure. But why on earth would they be pigeons? Why not something cooler, like vultures?

Danny *violently flashbacks to the time he was attacked by ghost vultures that were paid by Vlad*:

Danny: *has a panic attack*

Red Robin: I fucked up.

Red Robin: *calms Danny down*

Red Robin: You know, I'm starting to wonder if you're actually a Talon. You seem too human to be acting.

Danny: What do you mean, I'm a Talon? Wait, do you still think a henchman for one of your rogues? I thought you believed me when I told you I was a ghost?

Red Robin: Well, I did, but then the Bat told me about Talon activity rising again, so I thought you lied to me.

Danny: This is why I don't like humans. You're all too complicated. Ghosts are simpler. We don't lie to each other at all, because there's no point, and if we don't like each other, we say it to the other ghost's face.

Red Robin: You ghosts are the antithesis of my family. We don't tell each other anything, even when we should.

Danny: . . . Your family are the Bats, I assume?

Red Robin: Yes.

Danny: They have no clue you're here, do they?

Red Robin: No they do not.

Danny: And what would happen if I really was a Talon and killed you? Or kidnapped you and took you to my superiors?

Red Robin: To be honest, I never even thought of that.

Oracle: I did!

Red Robin: What the - Oracle? What the hell? Wait, have you been listening this whole time?

Oracle: Yep. And just so you know, you are in so much trouble with the Bats right now, I'm pretty sure Nightwing is already planning your funeral.

Nightwing *over the comms*: So what flowers do you think we should have?

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Dick & Jason fic recs

Some of the best fics featuring bickering, bonding, and brotherhood between Dick Grayson and Jason Todd.

"Secrets, Siblings, and Cigarettes" by CrimeAlley1048 - A young Jason Todd finds an uninvited guest at Wayne Manor.

"drawing lines in the sand" by acrobats - When Batman is injured, Nightwing and Robin have to patrol together. The only problem is that they can't stand each other.

"Call Me Hopeless" by incogneat_oh - Dick is so very tired. Love is stored in the brotherhood.

The Art of Bird Metaphor by lowflyingfruit - Batman works alone. Everyone knows that. What Jason's learning is that he also has a penchant for picking up strays. And while Jason's just your common or garden Gotham street rat, Bruce's other stray, Richard, is an ex-assassin for the Court of Owls. An ex-assassin for the Court of Owls who hates Jason's guts. Adjusting to life in Wayne Manor was hard enough already.

"the long lost art of killing it dead" by dustorange - Red Hood is a criminal, so it doesn't make sense why he would bother dragging Nightwing back to Dick Grayson's apartment and bandaging his potentially deadly gunshot wounds. What makes even less sense is why Hood keeps coming back. (AKA another "Dick redeems Red Hood with the power of affection" fic but with even less mental stability.)

"catch and release" by hellsreluctantheir - Dick tries to catch Jason. [Whumptober with hurt Dick]

"Proper Procedures for Undercover Missions" by solomonara - Dick shows off his master detective skills, tracks down Jason, and runs a refresher course on the proper procedure for undercover missions.

"like falling water" by naheka - All Jason wanted to do was take a nap and pull one over on Bruce. Trust Dick to go ahead and ruin everything.

"see my other side" by deepestbluesky- Red Hood rebrands.

"fortune telling and speculative science" by knowsphere - Nightwing and Red Hood face uncertain doom.

"Bow to the Crown" by hauntedlittledoll - Dick is down for the count. Jason delivers a monologue to poor Damian.

"Upside Down" by withthekeyisking - Something that was not on Jason's agenda for the night, but somehow now is: take care of the de-aged version of his big brother, who is—in his tiny mind—apparently running away from juvie.

"Equivalent Exchange" by Lysical - Dick leaned over and pinched his cheek. Jason reached up and swiped at him, scowling. Dick calls in an old favor owed by Jason.

"Oh How the Turntables" by Lysical - Nearly drowning in Gotham Harbor means that it's Dick who is in the care of a concerned sibling. He's not prepared to go down without a fight, though.

"Always Someone Better" by lowflyingfruit - What Jason hadn't known when Batman scooped him off the streets was how much it sucked to be the second and second-best child. Five times Jason felt inferior to Dick, and a reversal he didn't savour like he thought he would.

"Home Intrusion" by daedalusdavinci - Dick feels overwhelmed by depression. Jason is a chaotic blend of unapologetically annoying and insufferably caring. ♡

"A little more heart and soul" by ruesyblues - Dick wants Damian to be happy. He just has no clue how to accomplish that.

Honorable mentions:

"scout's honour" by orphan_account - Jason meets his older brother for the first time. Alternatively: local children solve murders and hate their dad.

"One Bird, Two Bird, Red Bird, Dead Bird" by blacklettered - In which Jason Todd is dead, and Dick is fine.

"lonely town" by TheResurrectionist - Bruce doesn’t kill the Joker. But that was Dick’s little brother, damn it. Major character death, intense grief, death wishes, extreme peril, self-destructive behavior.

"haunt the blood" by wednesday - Hood walks into the warehouse and about a dozen feet in his steps falter. The helmet hides his face, but the way his muscles tense spell out danger in a way that makes Dick instantly wary. He’d rather not get handed over to any masked villains, Hood included.

"Convergence" by meaninglessblah - Dick volunteers to unmask the Red Hood rogue who's been meddling in Roman's business. The enigma Dick finds seems more intent on unmasking him. Villainous Red Hood.

"Pastrami on Rye" by sister_wolf - "You want a sandwich?" Jason Todd -- fucking Jason Todd -- asked off-handedly as he walked into the kitchenette of the small, dingy apartment. "Oh, right, you can't answer right now. Well, I want a sandwich, so you get one too." Hostility, bitterness, villainous Red Hood.

"Not A Brother Not A Friend" by kleine_aster - Nightwing helps the wanted villain Red Hood recover from fear toxin—though they are not brothers, and they are not friends.

"A Christmas Miracle" by Mithen - Damian and Dick go undercover to bust a child-kidnapping ring whose members dress up as Santa Claus.

"provisional kindred soul" - two guys sit on a roof and talk around their childhoods. Warning for crappy dad Bruce.

"New Life, New Leaf" by CrimeAlley1048 - Jason Todd gives the "no killing" rule a try.

"Like Father" by Wisetypewriter - Scarlet & Dick, Scarlet & Jason. Jason, Dick privately recalled, was ironically the one that took after Bruce's adoption addiction the most.

Two Dead Birds by InsaneTrollLogic - There's some lunatic in a red helmet running through Jason's territory. He wants to think it's a copy cat. He's wrong. "UtRH" time travel redux, Jason-centric.

"See No Evil" by cherrysour - Jason has never been great at feelings, and seeing strong, independent Nightwing blind and alone brings up too many of them. Jason never stopped idolizing Dick.

"occam's razor" by BeatriceEagle - An Internet community discusses the mysterious death of a billionaire's son.

"Joking" by CrimeAlley1048 - Dick has to put in entirely too much effort to wish his brother a happy birthday.

"It's Tomb Time" by FleetSparrow - Tiny vignette. When Dick and Jason have to investigate an old tomb, Jason doesn't like it one bit. And makes it known. Repeatedly.

"Save Me From Tears" by Shenanigans - Jason's gift isn't expensive; it's priceless.

"Through Me Tell the Story" by diefleder_tey - Jason takes Dick to his favorite bookstore and tasks him with finding a certain book; it doesn't end like he expects.

"for one more moment" by renecdote - Hurt/comfort, Dick is self-sacrificing, Jason is worried angry.

"Changes" by HoodEx - Dick copes with his depression in a certain way, much to the horror of his family. Jason helps him through it.

"Rumours Of My Death" by WordsAblaze - Dick and Jason end up sharing a messy but much-needed emotional moment in a graveyard. Set during the Spyral arc.

"Down to the Dregs" by firefright - The fallout of the Joker war and Dick getting his memory back is far messier than some in his family would like to acknowledge. But to the surprise of them both, Jason, out of all people, is willing to listen. Content warning: Ric arc, "City of Bane", "The Joker War", and other frustrating canon events referenced.

"the past doesn’t die" by Phidippus - Their lives have never been simple, but Dick and Jason come to find that some bonds last through death.

"Relax" by thebluemango - Dick is cold and bleeding. When he gets rescued, even in his disoriented brain he wants to stay strong for his littlest brothers. Little does he know, he can just relax.

"Fabric Softener" by ceruleon - As the title implies, this story is way soft. Feel-good fluff.

Red X by ilovelegendsalot - A rather painstakingly canon-compliant Teen Titans 2003 cartoon fic, in which Jason Todd steals the Red X suit from his older brother.

Bad Company by LilRedRobinHood - Deathstroke's son is dead and he demands an apprentice to pay off the blood debt--Robin, specifically. While the already-grieving Dark Knight's investigation devolves into a self-destructive spiral, Dick clings stubbornly to his ideals…and somewhere along the line he might end up accidentally befriending his dead brother. Work in progress, last updated in 2022.

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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may i have a bit of a silly fluff HC of both Sebastian and Ominis flirting with their crush who's utterly oblivious to their flirting, please?

Headcannons for Ominis and Sebastian flirting with an oblivious reader

Sebastian Sallow x reader; Ominis Gaunt x reader;

Warnings - none

Ominis

he would think that of course, he must be doing something wrong

he was old-fashioned and knew things were changing, people were more up front now it seemed

so maybe he wasn't being straight-forward enough

he asks Sebastian for advice and rebuffs his suggestions

but Sebastian tells him he thinks you're just oblivious because it's very apparent Ominis treats you special

it may not be in the bold and brash approach Sebastian takes, but it's in tenderly addressed owls

and special trips to Hogsmeade even during his least favorite events

he would decide to try and switch his tactics and that's when you'd finally say something

from how strange he was acting, talking like Sebastian and it really made you laugh

he would confess to you with bright red cheeks, looking a bit miffed from your reaction

"Y/N, I'm trying to let you know I'm interested in you. Romantically. If you're not, you don't need to laugh at me. It's my fault for attempting to court you."

when you looked at him completely stunned you would also become hot and stutter over your words, trying to explain you did reciprocate his feelings

Sebastian

he is completely baffled

he's always been fairly forward when he's interested in someone

so he can't understand how you're not picking up his not-so-subtle hints

he's frustrated at first, thinking you must not reciprocate his feelings and that had to be why you just ignored him

until he realizes you do react to his compliments, you always blush and look away from him

never appearing angry or upset

so finally he decides to outright ask you what you feel when he says such flirtatious things to you

you're put on the spot and feel embarrassed to admit you enjoy his attention, but you assumed he was like this with everyone

he about loses his mind on the spot and plants a heated kiss on your lips before pulling away

"Have you ever seen me do that to Ominis? I didn't think so. Merlin you had me losing my mind."

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt headcannon #sebastian sallow headcannon #hogwarts legacy headcannon #hogwarts legacy headcanon #ominis gaunt headcanon #sebastian sallow headcanon

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weewoow-20706030 · 1 year

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Bernard: I've figured it out

Tim: hm?

Bernard: Yeah, why you are so secretive, why you mysteriously cancel on me, why you show up with random injuries, why you are always busiest at night.

Tim *internally sweating*: ah ...

Bernard: you are a villain! That's why you are never there if or when the vigilantes show up.

Tim: I- I'm not-

Bernard: It's all good, I still love you and all. Actually-

Tim: I'm Red Robin.

Bernard: ...

Tim:...

Bernard: well... Shit.

Tim: Shit?

Bernard: this is awkward.

Tim: ...Why?

Bernard: Cus I'm a part of the court... Of Owls...

Tim: oh...

#They talk it out #They decide on a strict 'no work talk' at the dinner table #Tim doesnt mind #just initial shock #he knows what its like to be in a big villain organisation #and he still loves Bernard #tim drake #timber #timbern #bernard dowd #CoO!Bernard #<idk the tag for that #CoO!bernard #??#is it lowercase?

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Batfamily x male!reader

Okay, part 1 of the Court of Owls reader is here. I enjoyed writing this so much, even though it's short.

Summary: The family wasn't going to allow (Y/N) to stay with the Court anymore. (Y/N), on the other hand, wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Warnings: (Y/N) moving to Metropolis, Harley and Pamela being protective, Harvey being protective.

(Y/N) opened his eyes. It was noon and he only got 5 hours of sleep. He was currently in Metropolis, in a small apartment he managed to rent out.

He told Harvey and others of his plans. He can't stay in Gotham at this point. He can't. The nights have become way too dangerous for him. Bruce knows this city and it's hideouts to well.

Harvey gave him a big duffel bag with money. He refused to say how much was in it. Harley and Pamela gave him a new combat knife and Selina gave him a burner phone.

The place he rented out was small, but enough for him. He paid for 2 months in advance, just in case. He always liked this city. It was calm and crime wasn't so spread out like in Gotham. And it's annoying that Metropolis people are wimps when it came to crimes.

Truly annoying. But... When you say with a resting bitch face, ' I'm from Gotham, ' they retreat really quickly.

(Y/N) had a routine here. The one he didn't think he would have. At nights, when he was supposed to be out, he would walk around Metropolis. The beauty is one of the things he liked about it. There was so much gorgeous things in this city.

Usually he would go to the parks and sit on the bench. Or he would just go to a small diner to get some coffee. There was one that served killer cheesecake, just around the corner to where he lived.

Wasn't he lucky?

While (Y/N) was in Metropolis, enjoying the peace and quiet, Bruce and the rest of the family was searching for him. They were getting angrier and angrier as the days passed by. Where is he?!

" Okay, when I see him, I will beat his ass. " Jason mumbled.

Damian didn't say anything. Where was his brother? He thought about it. (Y/N) always made some allies, wherever he was. So they need to find the allies.

" What are you thinking about? " Bruce asked his youngest.

" We need to look for allies. I'm sure he made them here. They will know where he went. "

" Why would he have allies? No offense, but you guys are loners. "

" Sometimes Todd you have to have people to trust. But always be prepared for betrayal. You never know. "

Bruce just sighed. Why (Y/N), why? Why are you doing this?

" I think the bigger problem is where to start, if we do chose to go by that theory. This city is a criminal hub. We need a starting point. " Tim stated, trying to figure out a plan.

" Masters, I think I have something. " Alfred interrupted the session.

" According to the GCPD records I went through right now, there was a person who visited Two Face. According to informants, there was some sort of bond between them. And the description matches (Y/N)'s. " Alfred said.

" Alfred, why were you going trough GCPD files? " Bruce asked the man, there were no open cases relating back to Two Face.

" I heard about the master Damian's theory and who are better allies then Gotham rouges? "

The vigilantes stood quiet at Alfred's statement. There was their starting point. Bruce was going to relinquish his title and give it to Alfred.

" Okay, thank you Alfred. Come on, lets go talk to Harvey. " Bruce said. Time to find his son.

(Y/N) sighed as he laid in the bed. He couldn't sleep, but he also couldn't go out. He simply didn't want to. He was too tired. He would have gone and bought some furniture, but then again, if he needs to run again...

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He looked at the burner phone that started ringing. He looked at the number displayed on the screen. It was Harvey. (Y/N) allowed himself to smile. He accepted the call and put the phone next to his ear.

" Hey Harvey. "

" Hello son. "

(Y/N) eyes widened and he nearly dropped the phone in the process. This is not Harvey's voice. It was Bruce's. How?

" Speechless? So was I when I heard about your bond with these rouges. Harvey is apparently your father figure. Did you really forget about me and your brother? "

" You and Damian can go to hell. I'm not going back with you. "

Bruce just hummed into the phone.

" Do you really think so? Do you think I'm going to allow you to destroy yourself even more by staying with them and the Court? No... I know you are in Metropolis and we are coming to get you. I have to be honest, he refused to talk about you. See you soon son. "

(Y/N) dropped the phone and immediately stood up. Oh no. Shit. Okay. He looked for his knife. There. Now a gun he bought. He checked the magazine to see if he had ammo in it. And it was a nervous tick of his.

He tucked the gun in, hiding it beneath his jacket. He looked at the phone and left it there.

No time. Nope.

He quickly ran out of the apartment, going downstairs quickly. He put the hood on, making sure to cover his face. He has enough money to go somewhere far from here.

He can make it. He just needs to stay calm. He took a shortcut through the alley, but a certain figure stopped him.

" Robin. " (Y/N) said, just putting his hand on the gun.

" Hello brother. "

(Y/N) ducked a punch before grabbing him and slamming him into the wall. Then he climbed up the fire escape up to the roof. He checked the hook strapped to his wrist. He used it to swing on the next roof. If only he noticed Jason coming from the side. They fell down from the air onto the roof.

(Y/N) rolled with Jason, ending up in the position where Jason straddled him.

" Alright, time to wrap this up. "

(Y/N) wasn't having it. He wrapped his hands around his neck. He forced Jason back with that and punched him. He ran across the roof and jumped once more. Now he saw Red Robin and Nightwing. He slid down, making them crash into one another. He jumped down into an another alleyway.

He froze when he Batman landed in front of him.

" No... " (Y/N) whispered. There was no way out.

" I don't want to hurt you son. Why are you running from us? "

(Y/N) felt his breath hitching. Was he going to have a panic attack?

" Now, you can come peacefully. Or I can bring you back forcefully. The choice is yours. "

(Y/N) can't go back. He didn't have to turn to know that Robin was behind him.

Well, he won't go down without a fight. He took his knife and threw it a Bruce. Damian brought him into a headlock, making sure that he wouldn't be able to move. Then he felt a prick at the side of his neck. It was a sedative.

(Y/N)'s eyes were closing, his body dropping down. Damian still held onto him, refusing to let him fall. Bruce gently scooped (Y/N) up in his arms.

Time to bring him home.

#batfamily x male reader #batfamily #batkids #dc comics #dc x male reader

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idyllcy · 10 months

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you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

summary: between the furniture boxes and the rooftop dates, Nightwing found himself longing for something he had lost long ago

Between the boxes of furniture and dates on rooftops, Nightwing lost a part of himself once he moved.

The adrenaline was desperate to run through his blood, but he found himself on the rooftop the two of you would share after patrol nights, pizza box placed between the two of you, pointing at his siblings as they soared through the roofs in order to get to the batmobile. You would make comments about how it seemed that they were all little birds, flying slowly, flying freely. Your own protectors of the city of Gotham. But you had once told him that you would have loved to live in New York in another life. That your dream was to settle down in a high rise in your youth and enjoy the nightlife of the city. Nightwing would have followed you. That was why you didn't move.

The last slice of pizza would be fought over with a game of rock paper scissors before the two of you would split it in half with your knife.

Some days, the last slice would be stolen by one of his siblings, quietly, sneakily, as the two of you were too invested in your game of rock paper scissors. At the end of the chat, he would ride his motorbike back home with you behind him, arms wrapped around his waist and closed eyes. You were always scared he would crash.

Even when the two of you arrived in the Batcave, you would wrap everyone's wounds before attending to yours. It was pointless, you had told him. The wounds on your body would heal quicker than everyone else's, even when there was a broken bone or cracked rib. You would have put everything behind you if it meant the children could heal as fast as you. You always told him that his siblings meant the world to you.

Nightwing would have agreed.

Even Richard Grayson, who had forgotten who he was, had fingers interlocked with yours, forehead pressed to yours as the two of you would lay down in his bed, hushed whispers about guessing what would have happened during the years that he had lost himself, the years before he had gotten shot and got amnesia. You guessed that he was in a gang from his hairstyle, only for him to smack you playfully, the bedroom walls echoing your laughs as the two of you would inevitably fall asleep.

Rick would wrap his arms around your waist, mumbling into your hair about how you were a blessing to him. How he must have been a god in his past life, or else he wouldn't have found you or deserved you. He must have saved billions in his past life if he deserved someone as patient as you. There were never any arguments, even when his head was spinning back and forth between the lies of the court of the owls and the memories with Batman. Even when his head was spinning with the Joker's lies, you had held him gently, soothing him with your voice.

And once he had returned, crying into your chest, shaking and begging you to leave him, his own heart aching as he had lied to you he no longer remembered you, you had stared at him, unbothered, unwavering, hands finding his face again, arms wrapped around his neck, mumbling quietly that you knew he still remembered you. You had cried quietly, eyes red when he looked again, his lips pressed to yours, heart caving at the sight of you all over again — thanking you, again, again, and again.

Dick thinks it's a part of you that he adores.

You had dragged him to the rooftop of your apartments, to the underground of the Batcave, to the seashores and the forests in the middle of nowhere, all for some entertainment. You had done everything and anything with him. You would have given your heart to him willingly, and Heartless would have been able to do nothing of it. Your breath mingled with his in the light of the stars, the sun, the moon, the clouds, the rain, and all the weather patterns that Dick might have found annoying to live with, he lived with — all because you loved him.

He had brought your favorite foods back with him during late-night patrols, dropping by to get you a burger when you asked for one, and street food when your gaze lingered for just a little too long. His hands would have found themselves in yours or on you, his heart calming at the sheer presence of you. It would have been something he fought tooth and nail for, even in the moments where you were kidnapped and tied to chairs, your hands had found themselves on his face, a smile when he showed up — always. You never complained when he told you he had to be gone. Something he knew was too good to be true.

But it was a horrifying experience, staring at your dead body as Joker hung you into a pit of sharks, his own voice betraying his thoughts, racing to find you immediately, ignoring the way Oracle told him it was a trick and a setup. His steps across the city roofs, head spinning and voice cracking as he begged the rest of his siblings to find you. Do something. They had to. Even if your bones were harder than theirs and your skin tougher than his, you could still die. His voice cracks on the intercom. He's begging.

Even when he finds your limp body in his arms, he's begging for the Lazarus pit. He's begging for one of his siblings to send you there. One of his dead siblings. He's crying for them to help. His voice is getting caught in his throat, his lips quivering as a river of tears floods his face, crying your name in a broken noise, holding your dead body close to his chest, coughing pathetically on the tears as he chokes on his words. Even through his mask with everything he could see, his head was spinning pathetically for you to come back to life. You had to. There was no way you would just leave him like this.

Oracle had to send Batman to find him.

Nightwing is stuck there in place as Bruce covers him from the rain, holding his head to his chest, listening and feeling the way Dick's breath would hitch each time his breath caught in his throat because he was halfway between a cough and a sob when he cried your name in the rain. He should have kept you out of it. You should have been left out of Dick Grayson's life. He killed you. He had been the reason you died. Now all that was left of you was a cold, dead body.

Funeral processions pass in a blur. He would have kept you in a glass cage for the rest of his life if it were an option.

Even as he presses his forehead to yours in the coffin, his breath catches in his throat, his heart breaking over and over again until his ears turn deaf from his own crying, the funeral house echoing with his grief beyond repair. There is little to cry over and everything to break. His own heart could not handle the grief of losing you. He could stay at the funeral home for forever if it meant he could stay with you.

Yet, as he watches you get buried into the ground, heart shattering in his ear, he doesn't have much of a choice.

You're dead.

You're gone for good.

It's seven years later when he's at a coffee shop, seven years later when the two of you meet again, eyes meeting as you reach for the same coffee order. Dick's head spins with the realization that you're alive, arms flying around your waist, coffee spilled on the counter, his heart racing as he breathes in your scent, head spinning with a desperation he hadn't felt since the day you passed — his own heart racing as he tightens his arms around you, a sob threatening to break out of him at any point. You run your hands through his hair, smiling against it as he rests his ear on your chest, listening to the way your heart beats — alive, bustling with life. You were alive.

"Did you fulfill that dream?" He mumbles against your skin, voice wavering.

"Yeah."

And between the moving and settling down, Nightwing also found that piece of him back.

You — who had loved him past your own death and his loss. You, who had adored him to the moon and back. You who had loved him until the sun would burn out millions of years into the future. You who had smiled like the stars twinkling in the dark, the light of his night and the stars in his darkness — who had loved him until you died and breathed again. You who had pressed your forehead to his in the dark nights of Gotham, whispering about how his siblings and he were great protectors, people whom Gotham deserved to be proud of just as Metropolis was with Superman. You who had pressed your lips to his hair in the early mornings when he forgot who he was and loved him unconditionally, unbothered, unpressed, unassuming of everything he had ever done in his past. You who had danced with him on empty rooftops and you who had wrapped your arms around him when he came back from patrol in the dead of the night.

You who had loved him unconditionally even with the years the two of you could not see each other.

Nightwing would not have traded it for anything else.

#nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick x reader #grayson x reader #like see at least dick grayson's name is somewhat splitable like how the fuck do I tag tim fics #dc x reader #☾.fics

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mari-writes · 4 months

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Second year Bokuto who is struggling in math class and so enlists Akaashi, the new first year setter, to help him study.

Akaashi agrees (quickly), and they make a habit of it. Two months in, Bokuto realizes how much he loves hanging out with his teammate outside of the court. So he starts requesting help with other classes, like English and history, despite not needing as much help in those subjects.

He wonders if Akaashi knows. Wonders if the boy is catching on that aside from Algebra, he’s doing perfectly fine. Bokuto has never exactly excelled in academics, but he’s not failing either. He thinks he’s pretty average when it comes to grades.

But how else can he justify them hanging out together outside of practice? He really doesn’t know. So he keeps asking, not quite “playing dumb” but posing certain questions and insisting Akaashi is the only one who can help.

“You’re the smartest person I know,” he’d declare, “and I trust you more than anyone!” For some reason, that would always work. Akaashi would turn away, the tips of his ears a bit pink, and agree right away.

But eventually, inevitably, Akaashi catches on. He finally speaks up after Bokuto asks him to help study for an upcoming science test.

“Bokuto-san, I recall you doing well in your Physical Science course last year.” He raises one perfect eyebrow, with a scrutinizing look that sends a thrill up Bokuto’s spine. “Do you expect me to believe you need help with Biology, of all things?”

“I mean, um,” Bokuto swallows harshly. “I just thought that maybe—”

Akaashi sighs. He turns in his seat, leaning one elbow against Bokuto’s desk. They’ve been working on other subjects for a couple of hours now. Papers are scattered about, and two empty owl-shaped tea mugs are set to the side.

Bokuto really hopes he hasn’t made things weird between them. “I’m sorry, ‘kaashi!” He reaches up to grip at his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ugh, I’m so annoying! Don’t look at me!”

“Bokuto,” Akaashi says, and the lack of a honorific surprises Bokuto out of his spiraling thoughts. He glances up to see the other boy staring at him intently.

“Yes?” Bokuto holds his breath.

“You don’t actually need my help with any of this,” Akaashi declares. “So why did you ask?”

Bokuto stares. Does Akaashi really not know? Wow, his new setter is a touch more oblivious than he initially thought! “Well, um,” he stutters, “Obviously I just… wanted us to hang out.”

Apparently, Akaashi hadn’t been expecting that at all. His mouth drops open. He blinks. It takes him a few awkward moments to respond. “You… want to hang out… with me?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh.”

Bokuto waits patiently as the boy seems to work something out in his mind. No doubt he is overthinking, running through all possible meanings of Bokuto’s simple words. He looks bewildered. It’s… sort of cute. Bokuto chuckles.

“Is that so crazy? That I like hanging out with you?”

Akaashi shrugs. He turns back the the desk, reaching out to fiddle with a pencil. Bokuto watches in delight as a blush creeps up the boy’s slender neck. “I suppose not,” Akaashi’s voice is quiet. “I’m just… not use to it.”

They fall into silence. Bokuto shifts in his chair, watching Akaashi closely, allowing him to lead them out of this charged moment. The only sounds come from the fan spinning overhead and his own heavy breathing.

Suddenly, Akaashi scoots his chair back and stands, causing Bokuto to flinch. “Okay,” he nods, carefully moving around to grab his jacket from the foot of Bokuto’s bed. “Let’s go, then.”

“Huh?” Confused, Bokuto slowly unfolds from his seat. “Go? Where?”

“You wanted to hang out.” Another shrug. He tosses over Bokuto’s jean jacket; Bokuto catches it easily with one hand. “So we might as well do that somewhere fun. Like the arcade. Or, um, we could go get food?”

Akaashi has made it to the door now, looking back over his shoulder, face is as impassive as ever. But there’s a new sort of spark in his eyes, one that Bokuto isn’t sure what to make of.

(He might be sort of excited to figure it out.)

“You coming?”

Bokuto pulls on his jacket, feeling light as a feather as he follows his new friend out of the room. He smiles.

This might be the start of something great.

🤗❤️

I imagine that after middle school, 2nd year Bo is still worried about overwhelming others, not wanting to scare them away. Love the idea that Akaashi immediately agreeing to practice, study and hang out as friends means a lot to him.

Please REBLOG and comment if you enjoyed🥰

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #my writing #haikyuu!!#fanfiction #haikyuu fanfiction #PLEASE REBLG IF YOU LIKE THIS #it really helps me out

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envysparkler · 7 days

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Atlas: a fic about the weight of legacies.

Basic premise: after Jason's death, Bruce kills the Joker. Not as Batman, as himself. When he goes to prison, Dick returns to Gotham to pick up the pieces and confront two separate destinies: the Bat and the Gray Son.

Act One: Dick returns from space, is greeted with Jason's death and Bruce's imprisonment. He sorts through the whole mess of Bruce, Wayne Enterprises, and Batman. His goal is to get Bruce out of prison and takes up the cowl as a temporary measure. While he's doing that, there's some weird bird-themed assassins that he spots and something up with an old nursery rhyme. Unfortunately, when he finally gets to Bruce, Bruce tells him he deserves to rot in Arkham and he's not coming back.

Act Two: Dick begins to grapple with his identity. It's clear that Batman is no longer a short-term stint and he doesn't know if he wants to keep it. Wayne Enterprises continues to do terribly. Meanwhile, he keeps running into those bird-themed assassins, there's some kid with a camera stalking him, and why is his undead brother roaming around Gotham?!

Act Three: Dick finds out about the Court of Owls and prepares to fight them as Batman. But they seem to be coming after him as Dick Grayson for some reason. Wayne Enterprises goes fully under, Dick's family gets attacked, big dramatic climax with Batman facing off against the Court on top of Wayne Tower. He falls and is presumed dead.

The story ends with Nightwing showing up at the Batsignal. Gordon asks where the Bat is and Nightwing says it doesn't matter. Gotham will always have a protector because the city never lets injustices lie for very long. Flash to Tim in a new vigilante outfit investigating a curiously purple masked figure.

#fic ideas #atlas #nightwing longfic #the weight of legacy #court of owls

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aurorangen · 10 days

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for tagging me @matchalovertrait @mdshh @duusheen (and anyone else I might have missed, I'm so late to answer!) I'm doing it for Vincent, he's just interesting to talk about! It's a long one:

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Vincent has a fear of crowded places, how people could be watching or spying on him. What do they want? Why are they doing this? Who is behind it? Anyone could be doing it, but he knows it's from his past (unless something new has developed). Remember he has been spied on before, by someone from Strangerville. Now he doesn't know and we don't know if his Dad's disappearance and Strangerville are all linked, but you can probably guess. Also a fear of going into the operating room and surgery.

Do they have any pet peeves? When people are late. He hates it.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? His briefcase, his favourite cologne, iPad

What do they notice first in a person? Facial expressions, eye contact and body language: how they compose themselves.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? He has high pain tolerance physically/emotionally so 8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? In the past, it would be flight. But now that he is older it's always fight. In court, he can be under a lot of pressure, but he is always prepared to fight and win!

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? From his mum's side, he has a big extended family, from Evergreen Harbour and Henford on Bagley! Growing up he has always wanted siblings. He loves having Isaac as a brother and they spend so much time together now! But his childhood was so lonely at home, while his mum was working and his dad always MIA before his disappearance. Vincent always went over to Billy's house to hang out with Charlie! Billy and Josh have always been his father figures, unlike his own. Now with kids, he'll do the best he can to provide a childhood full of love!

What animal represents them best? Vincent is obviously a lion and Isaac is an eagle. You know in an ecosystem there are food chains where predators catch prey. Well, they are Kingsleys, so they're the top of the "hierarchy". Think of it like they're going into enemy territory (investigating their dad or other cases) and they are bringing them down. But their dad is also a Kingsley...

What is a smell that they dislike? Any sort of science experiment chemical idk...I'm not saying anymore

Have they broken any bones? Nope

How would a stranger likely describe them? Secretive first. But that goes away to easy-going, amicable, reliable

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Both actually

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Hmm Vincent is a bit of a foodie and appreciates good food, he likes a lot of stuff really. Something he hates? Mint ice cream lol

Do they have any hobbies? Cooking (I've not explored it though)

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He's all good with surprise birthday parties! Vincent would be full of gratitude to the people who took the time and effort to arrange it. He'll make sure everyone enjoys their time and divert himself from being the centre of attention haha

Do they like to wear jewelry? Ooh he likes fancy watches

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Surprisingly quite messy. He likes typing stuff lmao

What are two emotions they feel the most? Pride, determination

Do they have a favorite fabric? As long as it's comfortable

What kind of accent do they have? British accent duh

#i should be doing it for renee smh but vincent is practically my heir. the story ive created for him is FAR MORE interesting 😌#like renee is a side character #ive already showed her background #i cant change that story and can only develop on her (character) now #there are more possibilities by making vincents story this gens focus #im not resuming postcard legacy yet sry #postcard extra #tag game #oc facts

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