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lovecinnatwist · 3 years

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I wish you would write a Jaydick aob fic where Dick is trans (alpha->omega, Alpha!Jason) and they get a pup after Dick transitioned.

HNNN anon honestly such a great idea. My ask box is popping with brilliant ideas I am looking forward to slamming these out! In the meantime enjoy some Mob Boss!Jason and Soft Wife!Dick

Dick feels comfortable. It’s been a long time coming but somehow- someway he’s content.

Maybe it’s because of the way the dress hugs his newly budding curves, or potentially Jason’s silhouette behind him. It’s hard to pin down, but the resonance of right seeps deep into his very bones.

His alpha never fails to make Dick feel delicate or dainty. If not for their obvious size difference but for the way Jason manhandles him. Of course he can be tender and gentle, worshipping Dick like something to cherish and protect. But it doesn’t stop the possessiveness. Nothing can.

The angry bites on both sides of his throat proves that.

It’s a sign that he’s a true omega. That and the thick sturdy collar around his neck. A reminder that he has been claimed and owned.

The alpha comes from the doorway and presses behind him, a sturdy wall of muscle. In the mirror they look like a real pair. One that no one who didn’t know otherwise would be able to tell.

The nightmare of the first 28 years of his life are finally over, now all that remains is submissive-docile-good for alpha-omega.

Jason smooths a hand down his dress, the low growl proud and covetous. The sound of the zipper being done up makes his heart rate ratchet upwards.The keen that rips free is high and sweet- a wonderful side effect of the hormones he’s been taking this past year. Dick can’t tear his eyes from the mirror, how can he when Jason’s petting him in appreciation? His hands lingering everywhere hard muscle is now soft and supple.

“ Good omega, do you like the dress alpha bought you? “

Dick nods, not trusting his words. It’s not enough though so Jason’s fingers link through the sturdy metal ring and tugs. The soft lining of the collar presses against his throat like a threat. Squeezing the bite mark in a delicious way that makes Dick feel safe and cared for.

“ Yes alpha, I like it very much. Thank you. “

It’s for a special occasion Jason told him. Though Dick still hadn’t been ready to face the beautiful expensive designer dress. It fits like a glove like all his alpha’s gifts do. Beautiful with the traditional pearls Jason claps on under the collar, and the neat studs to match in each ear.

It’s classically beautiful as is the red lipstick and makeup pallet Jason had left out for him to use. He feels over done but knowing his alpha he probably looks perfect for the outing.

Jason himself is in a suit, a mouthwatering cut that makes Dick’s hole clench around nothing. He grows damp and at the hint of his arousal his alpha hums deep and rich. Dick swallows hoping for more, hoping for Jason to cancel their plans and ravish him on their bed. Instead he gets a sweet, almost coy kiss and is being led down the stairs on a strong arm.

Their house is elegant and warm, modern in a way Wayne manor hadn’t been. It’s funny how this new build feels like a den when his home of a little less than twenty years did not. Maybe that’s why it had been easy to leave. To let go of Bruce’s hand into the arms of a criminal who understands Gotham much better than Batman ever could.

Jason leads him sure to the waiting car and Dick’s heart clenches. The beautiful wedding portrait over the entryway makes his soul sing.

There is no hope in spoiling the surprise so Dick instead enjoys the ride. He doesn’t move too much, hoping to not ruin the straight lines of his dress. His poise and stillness is rewarded by Jason’s hand stroking smooth lines up his back.

“ So good for me. So pretty Dickie bird. “

The nickname brings up memories of hot secret nights in dark corners where no one could see. Of courting with danger and falling for a man who his father could never accept. Who his pack alpha vehemently refused.

At the end of it all Bruce gave him an ultimatum, one that lead Dick to the happiest point in his life.

“ Jay- Alpha-.”

He purrs a natural and easy sound and gets a kiss to a rouged cheek. His words get easily held back by Jason’s growl of warning. His husband smells of nothing but be good for alpha- submit to alpha. The rightness of it helps Dick relax, reminding him of what he’s always been. Of who Jason see’s him as. He flushes and when he doesn’t speak, his alpha smiles sweet in flattery.

“ So good for me you deserve the world. You deserve every omegas right. “

Dick almost wants to cry but the warmth inside him doesn’t allow it. Jason has given him all of those things, the support, the love, the claim, the bite, the surgeries-

What more could Jason give him? What more could an omega need? He makes a questioning sound but Jason just smiles and looks at him like he’s a clueless little thing. Like pretty arm candy who isn’t supposed to bother their pretty little head about anything but what their alpha says.

Dick likes it. Even though he knows his mate respects his intelligence and problem solving, sometimes it is nice to turn his mind off.

He whines but the sound gets smothered by a gentle kiss. They stay like that for a bit, quiet while the car keeps rolling.The words run in his head at an alarming rate, frantic while Jason makes it hard to focus. The alpha keeps projecting a scent he can’t understand. There’s the pride-possessive-smugness that he’s used too- but also something else. Something that Dick should know but doesn’t.

Luckily his alpha doesn’t plan to leave him in the dark any longer. A firm heavy palm rests on his stomach and Dick’s gaze flies up so fast he’s light headed. The palm doesn’t move, just starts making these thoughtful little motions while the thumb draws a lazy circle. Dick’s throat grows painfully tight. The moment the car stops Dick’s eyes flicker from fathomless green -blues to the building.

Ma Gunn’s School for Boys - Dick feels dizzy, the world spinning in a way that is far too fast for him to comprehend. He’s nauseous and excited at the same time, moments away from fainting in the back of the town car. It’s his alpha that steadies him, the firm touch and deep growl bringing center to what is about to be a life changing moment.

“ Alpha- Alpha- Jason what- “ His voice whines high and sharp in desperation. Jason answers him without him even finishing the question.

“ Shhh Omega- Yes. Yes my darling Dick Yes. “

And all at once Dick knows, he knows that he has no chance of escaping this ferociously possessive man who took him and made him into what he’s always known himself to be. The man who calms him and leads him trembling up the steps of an orphanage.

There are so many lovely little pups in need of a home. More than Dick can count, his heart aches for each and every one- his eyes constantly moving as they play and run about ignorant to Dick’s imminent breakdown.

Jason encourages him, his smile wide and confident. Dick swallows his body suddenly, too weak to move. There’s just so many children, so many bright scents that his heart feels full enough to burst. Nervously he wrings his hands together, there’s a group of four healthy boys playing marbles in the corner. One with beautiful blonde hair that reminds Dick of sunshine.

He’s just about to take a step when a tinier figure catches his eye.

The boy is small, body curled in a little ball as he nurses a book maybe twice the size of him. It’s thick in a way that should be intimidating for a pup his age. Still- wide eyes are staring intensely focused as he clearly reads- Dick has to check the cover, War and peace.

He peaks back at his alpha and with a gentle wave the man pushes him forward.

Dick manages a demure nod before making his way over to the little boy. He gets maybe two feet away before big baby blue eyes are staring at him startled. For a moment everything stills, the tiny pup before him is just so beautiful. He’s probably not any older than six but is absolutely perfect. Dick takes in the delicate feature, the large doe eyes and long lashes. Then he looks at the absolutely flat black locks that look glossy to the touch.

He’s also dreadfully tidy. While the other boys are playing and rough housing this one looks like he’ll bruise if the wind blows too hard. Dick’s heart aches to take him home and put him in a nest. Somewhere where he can be healthy and happy. He smooths his dress and dips down to bring them both to the same level.

“ Hi puppy- what are you reading? “

The kid tips the book up to hide behind it, big eyes peeping over as he flushes pink. He looks just as shy as Dick feels, though it's quickly disappearing the more he spends around the immature scent of unclaimed pups.

“ War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. “

Despite the book between them the words are crisp and clear. Almost as if the boy practiced speaking in front of the mirror to impress whoever might want to hear him. Dick cooes and immediately the pup pulls the book further up to hide.

“ That is a pretty hard book Pup. Do you like it? “

The mop of hair nods, though there isn’t much to see. Dick looks back at his alpha and finds the man watching intensely, all while speaking to Ms. Faye Gunn. Despite the seriousness of the conversation he gets a reassuring smile.

“ Yes Maám, it's pretty neat. “

The soft address of maám makes his heart melt. Without meaning to, he scoots a little closer to the pup. Immediately the closeness soothes the instincts riling in his chest. “

I’m glad you’re enjoying it, though do you think we could talk with the book down? “

Reluctantly and slowly the book does down and once again its a punch in the gut how wonderful and sweet this pup is. He makes a trill that the little boy can’t help copying clumsily. An unpracticed call to an omega. Dick heart aches so he soothes himself by slowly reaching.

Surprisingly he’s allowed to touch the baby soft cheek without any fear. Though the way those large eyes widen and dilate tell Dick just how unfamiliar the touch is.

Dick wants nothing more than to make this the pups new reality.

“ Good pup. “ He purrs low and sweet, his scent blossoming into something new that he doesn’t recognize. It’s nice though and if the way the little one breathes deep is any indication- he likes it too. “

What's your name sweetheart? “

The shy thing takes time to muster the courage to speak all while Dick patiently waits. He can’t draw his hand back though. How could he when this just feels so right?

“ Timothy maám- Tim for short. “

Dick purrs and doesn’t even need to look behind him to feel his alpha move closer, clearly picking up on his hormones rising. The pup's eyes flitter back nervousness clear in his gaze.

“ Am I in trouble? “ He whispers low, the scent of shame prickling in his scent. Dick washes away with generous swipes of the wrist that he can’t resist giving. Tim shakes against the touch but leans into it desperately.

“ No Sweetheart, not at all. “ With careful movements Dick rises and sits in the squashed alcove, it's a little awkward but somehow they manage.

“ You see- my husband and I are here looking for a very special pup. One who wants a home, somewhere safe and full of love to grow up. “

The raw want on that tiny face is agonizing. Jason doesn’t get closer though, just stands there staring. Well until Tim ducks away shyly then he moves to talk to the boys playing marbles.

“ So you want me to help you meet the other boys? “ It’s a loaded, clear question. The kid is just so smart that Dick doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s the clear desire to be picked but it’s obvious he doesn’t believe that he will be. That he thinks Dick will want someone else.

How could that possibly be when he’s already so in love with this pup already?

“ Well… “ He whispers lowly like a secret. The tiny pup leans in to catch the words, the large book dangling precariously on his lap.

“ I was actually hoping that pup would be you. “

Awe-Surprise-Want spills from the pup loud and unapologetic. The poor little thing tries to wrangle his scent but Dick doesn’t let him, he bathes in the acceptance rubbing it into his skin. This time Jason doesn’t resist coming over, his large frame is intimidating but he smells like nothing but proud-happy-want. Tim tries to hide away but Dick tenderly turns him.

“ Alpha. “

He practically pleads but has little to fear when Jason carefully turns the pup to him.

“ Hi there pup. I heard you’re quite smart, that you like to read and study three grades above your age. “

The pup turns shy and bashful but Jason radiates so much pride it's hard to hide. There’s a very small nod.

“ Yes sir. Reading is nice even though sometimes it’s too loud to concentrate. “

Jason nods in understanding and squats down to touch the pup's face. Like Dick he swipes his wrist firm with no hesitation. The pup shudders, Dick supporting the weight as Tim goes limp.

“ Well it’s a very good thing that we have a great big library where little pups like you can read all you want with no disturbances. I’m sure that my omega would also love to read to you as well. “

Dick doesn’t want to get emotional. He wants to hold it together but the quiet little ‘really’ Tim lets out is absolutely devastating. He picks up the pup and holds him close, heart aching as he squeezes. If he can’t take him home he doesn’t know what to do.

“ Of course Tim, That’s what moms and dads do. They read to their pups and take care of them. If you want us to of course. “

It’s Tim who starts the crying. Soft puppy whimpers melting into full blown hiccuping sobs. Jason growls in reassurance shielding them both from view as Dick is quick to follow. The alpha holds them strong and steady scenting them with a vigor that's to admire.

Even without his husband speaking he knows this is the one for them- The pup that they are taking home. The only thing that stops him from blubbering thanks is the claiming kiss to his lips and the gentle smaller one on the top of Tim’s head.

In an hour they pack their new son up and get him in the car. There isn’t much to take, just a little clothes and two entire boxes filled with books. He's so smart. So clever and beautiful it hurts to look at him.

It hurts so much that when they take him home and the little one's bedtime arrives Dick sits by the bed marveling at what is his. Even when his alpha calls him to bed he can not move so instead, the tiny little form gets cradled in his fathers arms. The absolutely safest place in the world to be.

Their little family heads to the master den, where they can curl around this little life that is now theirs.

Even now remembering the documents- remembering signing his name under mother makes him emotional. Jason is like a calm sturdy rock, possessively scenting them in a way that practically erases the perfume of pretty perfect pup.

“ Alpha- Thank you alpha- thank you so much. “

Jason kisses him over their baby's head, his scent thick with something Dick now identifies as protective-possessive-paternal affection. Their lips meet once, twice then don’t part until Dick is struggling to breathe, body trembling.

“ No Dickie… Thank you-”

It’s stupid really.

Sometimes Dick forgets with how bleak and dark everything had been before Jason. That he saved the alpha just as much as he saved him.

That the two of them were two jagged pieces that somehow fit together. Dick pets sweet soft curls and the pup whines between them pliant from the excitement of the day.

“ My heart and home. “

The words ache and burn like the branding of the collar that is resting on the bedside table, and of the ring on his finger. His eyes water from happiness as Jason kisses him again.

“ The greatest treasure I’ve ever stolen. “

Dick gives a wobbly smile, one that makes Jason grin private and genuine just for him.

“ Careful Jay, the mob will think you’ve got soft. “

It's a teasing threat really. No one would ever see Jason like this, no one but him and now their new pup.

The heir to an empire quickly spanning two dark cities. Jason’s eyes darken with mirth, the alpha pressing in his space with a sweet promise.

“ Only for you darling. Only for you. “

#trans!Dick #Omega!Dick #Alpha!JAson #JayDick #Tiny Tim #Pup!Tim #omegaverse #adoption #ficlet #request

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Prompt 44

You know who has been slept upon for DCxDP crossovers? Battinson, Batman 2022 Bruce. The B o i.

Imagine, you are an anxious mess of a man, you are barely an adult, very stressed, very autistic, just wants to curl up with some MCR and hang out with your bat friends after you’ve finally managed to get over your phobia of bats. We all keep yelling to give Battinson a Robin, but can you imagine, being this man, and some sort of portal opens in the cave, in your super secret base. Your anxiety is through the roof, you’re going to either have a meltdown or grab a weapon or both. And then a child is yeeted through. And like, you’re not going to just let them fall onto the cave floor?? And by the time you look up the portal or whatever it is has closed and leaves you with a whole ass child blinking up at you with equal befuddlement and a green sticky note on their forehead.

#Battinson looking up what to do to bond with a child: Oh go out and do stuff um hnnn #Battinson looking up stuff in Gotham that's safe for children: hnnnnnn circus???????#Battinson returning home with yet another child:#battinson #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #who is the child? up to yall #danny phantom crossover #maybe it's a de-aged dan #maybe it's danny #maybe it's ellie #maybe it's de-aged vlad #maybe it's none of them #batman au

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serenescribbles · 3 years

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Trust is a Two Way Street Part 6

For Jasonette July Challenge: Continue a fic you wrote for Jasonette July

I'm sorry this is a day late! I'm posting this on my phone so it might look a little weird.

CW: Swearing

AO3 | Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 5 | Part 7

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“Good evening, Multimouse.”

Marinette tensed, and in an instant, she was in a fighting stance, ready to face whoever was on her balcony with her.

Heart racing and blood roaring through her ears, Marinette could feel the adrenaline in her veins as she got ready to face一 Batman?!?!?

What was he doing here? Had he seen Jason come and leave her balcony and now he was interrogating her? But how did he know about her being Multimouse?

“H-how do you know about that?” Marinette asked hostilely, trying not to cower at Batman’s unwavering stare.

Batman opened his mouth to speak. “I一”

But Marinette quickly turned her attention to something in the corner. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”

Surprisingly, after a few moments, Dick and Tim appeared, with their hands up in a placating manner.

So that’s what this was. A confrontation. They were cornering her so she had no choice but to comply.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded.

Dick opened his mouth. “Mari一 err一 I mean Miss, please calm down, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to talk.”

“Oh really?” snorted Marinette as she raised an eyebrow.

“Yes really!” Tim said earnestly. “We honestly only want to talk!”

Taking a look back at Batman, he was still staring at her unblinkingly and that really got on her nerves. But he didn’t make a move to contradict anything Dick and Tim said.

Sighing, Marinette plopped down onto a chair nearby and massaged the bridges of her nose.

This was going to be a long night.

She was already drained from earlier and now this? Couldn’t she just get some sleep?

Not wanting to beat around the bush, Marinette bluntly said, “Okay, so, you guys came here to talk, so talk.”

Staring straight at Batman, he grunted, “Hnnn. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Orphan. Daughter of the late Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. Currently attending Gotham University. Originally from Paris, France. Ex-superhero Multimouse.”

Hearing that, Marinette clapped her hands with glee and asked in a faux cheerful voice, “How wonderful! Are you going to continue to waste my time by spewing facts that all of us already know?”

Marinette knew that her tone must’ve sounded condescending and she could almost see Dick’s raised eyebrow although she wasn’t looking at him.

Normally, she would’ve been much more respectful but if she was being frank, right now, she didn’t give a shit.

But hey, if they had a problem with that, well, they were the ones who approached her first, so she was perfectly justified in treating them that way.

Besides, who corners someone all alone on their balcony at night? And from the looks of it, they were the ones that needed her help, not the other way around.

So she supposes that Batman would just have to deal with it. Because she was Done™ with taking flak from others and always playing the accommodating one.

“Umm,” Tim floundered for a moment. “What Batman means to say is that, uh, we recently came into the knowledge about Paris’ former situation一” “War,” “Huh?”

“Battle, fight, siege, reign, whatever you want to call it. But not a goddamn “situation”. Because it wasn’t. Situations don’t leave people scarred for the rest of their lives. Situations don’t make people fear someone who doesn’t even know what they did wrong. Situations don’t make people afraid of experiencing negative emotions.”

Somehow, in the middle of her talk, Marinette had gotten up and out of her chair, and both of her hands were firmly planted on the table.

She let her true emotions come out and she could hear Dick gasp while both he and Tim flinched as they saw the look in her eyes.

It was the look of a warrior, who’d fought in a long and never-ending battle. It was the look of a fighter who’d lost it all yet still forged on. It was the look of someone who’d lost everyone they ever held near and dear to them.

Although Tim probably wasn’t as familiar with this look as Dick and Batman were, he would still be able to feel unsettled by it.

Dick’s face took on an expression of deep sorrow and he looked down, muttering, “No one should ever be forced to go through that…”

Yet again, Batman showed no visible reaction. All he did was stare at her even harder and the whites of his cowl narrowed.

Tim, the little savior he was, could sense the tension and opened his mouth again. “Right, uh, we recently learned about the war in Paris but couldn’t find any information about it. Sooo, we were kindawonderingifyoucouldtellusaboutit?”

Seeing how visibly nervous her little brother was, Marinette sent him a small smile. She hadn’t intended to make him so frightened, she just wanted to show all of them they couldn’t push her around.

Turning back to return Batman’s stare, she asked, “You see? You see how much easier everything is when you Cut. To. The. Point?”

“I一” Batman faltered for a bit while it was now his turn to cower under her stare.

Eventually, Dick cut in. “Well, could you tell us a little bit about your time as Multimouse?”

Marinette sat back down again and asked, “How much do you all know?”

Scratching the back of his head, Dick replied, “Honestly, not that much.”

Oh kwami! What was she going to do? How much information should she divulge? Was this the reason Tim and Dick had gotten close to her in the first place?

Batman interrupted her thoughts with a grunt. “I was wondering if you were still in touch with Ladybug and if you could maybe inform her about our questions.”

Phew! At least they didn’t know about her being Ladybug!

“Unfortunately, no. All you have is plain old me.”

“That is,” Batman paused to formulate his next words. “Slightly less fortunate but you are already a big help.”

“So, can you tell us how一” Tim started off, but she held up a finger to stop him.

Marinette knew what would happen after she answered Tim’s initial question. That would raise more questions from him which would mean she would have to answer them and they would continue that cycle until morning came.

Coming from personal experience, she knew that Tim’s curiosity couldn’t be helped and she didn’t hold that against him. But she didn’t want to throw away the rest of her night by getting interrogated.

For goodness sake! She just wanted a decent night of sleep!

“I’m sorry, Ti-Robin, but can we do this some other time? It’s getting a bit too late.”

It seemed like none of them registered her tiny slip-up and Marinette internally sighed in relief.

He readily agreed. “Of course! I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time!”

“Then,” Batman spoke, “can we expect to meet sometime next week?”

“Actually, I’m afraid that doesn’t fit into my schedule. We can do it the week after that, though.”

She was a lying liar. She did have time, she just didn’t want to make it seem like she was giving in to Batman. Plus, two weeks would be enough time for her to figure out what she should and shouldn’t disclose to them!

Batman, Dick, and Tim all exchanged a glance with each other and it seems like they came to an agreement.

Finally, Dick said, “Alright. That sounds great.”

Waving them off, Marinette blinked not even for a second and when she opened her eyes again, all three of them were gone.

But, how? They were just here a moment ago! Whatever!

Throwing her hands up in the air, Marinette went inside her apartment muttering, “Fucking Bats… appearing out of nowhere… then disappearing suddenly…”

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@jasonette-july-event

Bruce is sort of a jerk but I didn't mean for him to be that way...

#jasonettejuly2021 #jasonette #maribat #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #sibling jasonette

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implexaanima-a · 4 years

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Anonymous said: Since it's munday, I thought to once more go around and ask my favorite muns some questions. So here we go! A thing or a person that makes you very happy? Favorite movie? A song that reminds you of your muse? :)

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

Hi Anon! Hnnn it makes me so happy to hear that I’m a fav mun of yours TT_TT sorry I just saw this, I never got the notif at work but!! Let me jump on this!

A Thing Or Person That Makes Me Very Happy:

I want to say... currently...A thing that makes me happy would be my Rashomon plush? Haha it sounds really childish, but it calms me down and is very soft, so I pet it a lot when I’m anxious or am in a bad mood- I would also say that BSD makes me happy too at the moment. And my OCs of course... I think about them quite often.

A Favorite Movie:

A little harder.... I want to say... possibly Anastasia ? It’s one of my favorites since I was a kid. If not that then I would probably say... The Dark Knight? I’m a big fan of DC and I loved that Batman and Heath Ledger as Joker tbh.

A Song That Reminds Me Of My Muse:

Ahhh there is so many... lol so many muses and so many songs... I would have to say Addict by Silva Hound? Reminds me of Dabi and my Siren Noelani. Invisible Chains by Lauren Jauregui reminds me of Ichika. Sick Thoughts by Lewis Blissetr reminds me of Overhaul. Mind Games by Sickick also reminds me of him, though more in a toxic relationship asdfgh. haha hope that wasn’t too much!

#✦ [ Anon ] : Each & Every Day Hiding From The Sunshine Wandering In The Shade ✦#✦ [ Ask Answered ] : It’s Time To Edit Memories And Bring You To The Edge Of Your Seat ✦#✦ [ OOC ] : I’m Out Of My Head Of My Heart And My Mind ✦

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wonkiewolfie · 5 years

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Pseudonym || part 2

Summary: Chan and Felix make a move on the cute Starbucks barista—or maybe she makes the move?

Pairings: Chan x Female OC, Felix x Female OC

Genre: romance, coffee au, citizen au, skz is not famous, slight crack, love triangle (?)

ONE // TWO

A/N: Look at this cute ass gif. Hnnn, fetus chanlix is so cute. I love their shaggy hair, stop. Anyway, this chapter is cute af. I feel like I managed to put more character into Hana for this chapter, a little backstory. Also, please excuse my poor attempt at humor. I tried. And if you can’t tell from reading the chapter, I have a thing for Lix’s freckles but honestly who doesn’t? /)~(\

{OC POV}

The next morning began the same as the day previous, except this time I found myself looking up expectantly every time the door opened. I was looking for that oppa with the sweet voice from yesterday. I had been doing it all morning, and each time it wasn’t him, my heart sank a little more.

I had developed a crush on him, though I didn’t know his name, and I wasn’t going to admit that fact to anyone else.

The door opened again, and I looked up. This time, I caught the familiar angelic face of the deep voiced boy. “Batman,” I smirked. “No sidekick today?”

He smiled brightly, displaying his perfect pearly whites. “Nope, just me. I’m back for another superb java chip frappuccino.” He emphasized the word ‘superb,’ and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Okay, what size?” I asked him, reaching for my sharpie.

“Make it a venti today.”

He pursed his plump lips in thought—and yes, I was staring a little. How could anyone have such plump lips? It’s not fair.

“And my name is Loki,” he said proudly.

I raised my brows at him. “Oh we’ve switched franchises, have we?” I couldn’t help the smirk from spreading on my lips as I scrawled the villain-turned-hero’s name on the plastic cup.

“Thought I’d mix it up,” he said simply.

“Alright then,” I nodded, reading his total out to him. “I’ll have that ready for you in a bit.”

I turned to make the drink, but I noticed he was still standing at the counter.

“Was there anything else?” I asked him.

He shook his head, “I just don’t have any friends with me today, so I figured watching you work would keep me entertained.” He gave me a bright smile. “Is that alright, noona?”

I would be lying if I said it didn’t fluster me a little the way the honorific rolled off his tongue—and that grin!

I nodded, “Yeah, that’s fine.” I tried to play it off cool, but I couldn’t tell if it worked. I was too focused on not focusing on him. He was just staring at me with a soft smile on his perfect lips.

Something occurred to me as I was mixing his drink. I turned to look at him, my ponytail whipping around. “How do you know if I’m your noona?”

He shrugged, a cheeky grin playing on his lips. “A little birdy told me.”

I didn’t even acknowledge the fact that he used the same joke I did. I was too wrapped up in the fact that the oppa that came in yesterday asking all of those questions actually went back and talked about me to his friends. It was enough to make me want to blush.

I cleared my throat. “That little birdy only said good things, I hope.”

He nodded, “yes, of course.”

I smiled and went back to his drink. Humming quietly to myself as I poured the chocolate drizzle over his drink. I turned to hand it to him.

“Oh,” he said as if he had come to a sudden realization. “Your name is really pretty.” He was pointing at my name badge.

I blushed, “thank you.”

“I was hoping to see you again today,” he said in a rather nonchalant tone, but the tiny ghost of a smirk on his face gave him away. He bowed slightly as he took the drink from my hand, glancing back up at me through his lashes. It was then that I noticed the small brown specks littering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

“Freckles,” I mumbled unconsciously.

He didn’t respond verbally, just shooting me a big smile before he thanked me and left.

“He heard me,” I groaned quietly, resisting the urge to smack myself in the middle of Starbucks. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, sighing heavily.

“Hana, it’s time for your break,” my coworker called to me.

I nodded, taking off my apron. I clocked out and walked outside. I didn’t like spending my lunch breaks in the place I work, so I always went somewhere else for lunch, especially when I needed some fresh air—and after that encounter, I definitely did.

As I rounded the corner to head to my favorite restaurant down the street, a familiar face was in front of me, smiling brightly. He had seen me before I saw him; I could tell by the way he waved casually at me. I looked around—checking to make sure he was, in fact, waving at me before I waved back. The action made him laugh as he approached me.

“Yes, I’m waving at you,” he smiled down at me.

I cleared my throat, smiling back sheepishly. “Hello, oppa,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

His smile wavered, but he took a quick breath and spoke again. “I was just about to come see you. Did you just get off of work?”

“Oh! No, actually I was just going to grab some lunch,” I told him.

“Oh, damn. I wanted you to make my coffee,” he said, giving me a small pout.

I chuckled lightly at his face, causing his pout to falter into a smile.

“Well, you could join me for lunch, and I’ll treat you to a coffee afterwards—on me,” I offered somewhat hesitantly. I’m not sure what gave me the courage to invite this oppa to lunch—I didn’t even know his name—but a part of me was glad that I did.

He blushed a light pink, and nodded. This oppa is easily flustered, I noted.

“Since you’re buying me a coffee, I’ll pay for your lunch,” he said definitively.

“Okay, I guess I’ll accept that,” I smiled.

The restaurant was a ten minute walk down the street after you turn the first corner, and we stayed pretty silent for the entire walk. It wasn’t one of those awkward ‘dear god, someone save me’ silences; it was pretty comfortable actually.

We were seated quickly, and our orders were out before we knew it. Oppa took his first bite of the sandwich he ordered and hummed in appreciation.

“Good, right?” I asked, and he nodded. “This is my favorite place to eat. I’ve tried everything on the menu.”

He raised his eyebrows as if he were impressed by such a meager thing. “Really? That’s neat.”

His use of the word neat was really cute, and it made me smile.

“Not really,” I giggled. “It’s kind of lame actually. I have nothing else to do on my breaks except come here and try different menu items.”

Oppa tilted his head, his mouth full of food. He swallowed some of it and tried to speak. “I don’t think that’s lame at all. I think it’s cool you’re not afraid to try new things.” He took a sip of his drink. “And you’re not shy either.”

I quirked a brow. “Am I not shy?”

He shrugged, “you invited me to lunch after we talked for five minutes yesterday. Forgive me, but I don’t think you’re that shy.” He smiled brightly.

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

He was right. A shy person wouldn’t invite a stranger out to lunch or offer to buy them a coffee after flirting for a few minutes.

“It’s nice though. You’re pretty open about stuff, too.” He said casually, taking another bite.

I shrugged again. “Well, you seem like a nice guy to me, and you’re pretty easy to talk to.”

He smiled, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

We ate our food in silence for a moment before he spoke again.

“So where are you from?” He asked.

“Oh, I was born in Daegu, but I grew up in Texas. We moved there when I was five, and then we moved back here when I was around thirteen or fourteen.” I said, covering my mouth since I was still chewing my food.

His eyebrows shot up, “oh, you grew up in America.”

I nodded.

“You speak English pretty well, then?” He asked.

I nodded again. “I consider it my first language. I’m good at Korean, but I still trip up sometimes.”

“Me too,” he said in English, a small smile played on his lips. “I grew up in Australia.”

I was really surprised to hear him suddenly speaking English, and with an Australian accent, too.

“Wow, so we’re in the same boat then.” I responded in English, laughing a little at the coincidence.

“My friend is Australian, too.” He said it casually, raising one of his brows.

My brows furrowed in the middle. “Who…?”

He looked at me skeptically as if the answer was obvious, and suddenly it came to me.

“Oh, you mean Freckles!” I exclaimed. “Sorry, I got a little confused.”

Oppa laughed, “Yeah, that’s him.”

“Weird. He’s from Australia too?” I asked, to which he nodded. “How strange is that? What a coincidence.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “His Korean is still improving, but he’s getting there.”

We had slipped back into our comfortable silence as we finished our food. Oppa paid for our meals, and as promised, we walked back to my Starbucks so I could buy him that drink.

“Same as yesterday?” I asked, tying my apron on.

He shook his head, “no, I’ll have a vanilla latte, tall.”

“Since I’m paying for it, I’ll make it a venti. Just for you,” I winked at him. “Have a seat. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

He nodded, a smile gracing his lips. He did as I said, taking a seat at a nearby table.

It didn’t take long to make his drink—it was a pretty standard order actually. I put a lid on his cup and called out to him, “Oppa! Your drink is ready!”

He looked up quickly, his lips growing into a gentle smile as he stood. He walked over to me and took his cup gently, his fingertips brushing lightly over mine. It was then that I noticed how big his hands were, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t affect me.

I smiled up at him. I didn’t want to part with him just yet. “Thank you for having lunch with me.”

He held up the coffee, “Thanks for buying my drink. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I blinked in surprise. “I’m sorry?” Did we make plans I forgot about?

He shook his cup, “For coffee?”

“Oh! Yeah, of course. I’ll be here,” I said, trying to brush off how embarrassed I was for getting my hopes up so easily.

He chuckled a little. “And maybe one day, when you’re not working, we could meet up and go get lunch again.”

I nodded shyly. “Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

He grinned wider, “Alright, I’ll see you later, Hana.”

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