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Loki jumps Talia's bones ANY chance he gets. When I say any, I mean any. This man goes wild for her, he'll be calm one second but his eyes promise what's in store for her later.
Talia totally knows when he's about to jump her, but she likes it so we're all good. Loki switched between forms when he fucks her and damn Talia is one brave monster fucker.
#Loki's true form is like the farthest edge of monster fucking#more like eldritch horror fucking#Talia will fuck him no matter what#she will die on this hill#atlas.txt
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I JUST SAW THESE POSTS OF DANNY BEING RAS AL GHUL CHILD LIKE THE FIRST THAT IS LIKE 25-30 YEARS OLDER THAN TALIA AND MAKE MY BRAIN WORKS FUCKING WIGGLE!?!?!??
anyway
Danny established the status quo and the disappeared for 20-60 years and the is summoned by Ra where he’s like “Dad you could’ve have called my personal phone you know that right?” And Ra’s like “YOU WENT OFF THE GRID FOR YEARS AND NEVER TOOD ME-!!??!? Now do you look different? Are you eating? What’s with comingoutthesummoningcirclefortheghostking? HMMM???”
“Ah- I knew I forgot something! Let me tell you all about it! I see you brought the whole fam and in laws let’s have dinner and discuss it- AWWWW THATS BABIES!!!”
*Damian, Jason, Tim, and Dick being referred to as “babies”*
“Excuse me.”
Danny then fucking tackles them in hugs and loves while dodging and/or holding their punches and kicks
"My maternal uncle is coming for a visit and likely evaluate my living arrangements.. We must be at our absolute best when he is here. " Damian announces one evening right as the family is finishing preparing for a night of crime fighting.
Everyone freezes from their respective stations, twisting around to stare at the young Robin in confusion. He doesn't notice; he is too busy making sure his katana is sharpened to perfection and balancing it on his fingertips.
"Baby Bat?" Dick calls, "What do you mean by that?"
Damian pauses in his prep work, approaching the eldest with a pretty impressive scowl. " Mother sent a messenger a few days ago about Uncle's plan audit. Should we fail it, I shall be removed into a different household."
"An audit? Removed?" Steph repeats, confused, but Damian has no idea why. He thought it was pretty apparent that Uncle Daniel would be scoring them, which would determine if Damian would be allowed to continue living within them. He has done so to all of Ra Al Ghul's offspring, and nothing his Grandfather has done has been able to stop him.
How could they think they would have more power than his grandfather?
"When shall Dusan be here?" Father asks, quickly switching on the home security. "What kind of attack should we expect?"
Damian scoffs, "Not the White Ghost. Uncle Dusan is on the other side of the world on a mission for Grandfather. No, Uncle Daniel will be the one conducting the suit. He is the eldest, after all."
Father's eyes narrow behind the white lenses of his masks. "I was unaware your mother had more siblings."
Damian considers the words, wondering how he could politely- at least he shames Alfred- remind his father that his grandfather has been around for hundreds of years. Staying at his peak through the usage of the Lazarus Pit, he has never been short of lovers.
And sometimes those lovers have given him children, many who aged and died naturally, as none has deemed worthy of the Lazarus. All except for one, the First Son, who has never needed the Pits but remained youthful and powerful on his own.
The perfect heir.
It's too bad he had abdicated long before Damian was even a thought.
"Grandfather has had many children, but Uncle Daniel is different. Special. He is the First Son."
"Capital letters," Todd cuts in, shaking his head. "It's never good when the League of Assiasans assigns capital letters. How strong is he?"
"He could easily best Grandfather and all under Grandfather's command," Damian replies, watching as the rest of the vigilantes grew uneasy by the information. It's good that they are wear of Uncle Daniel's power but they have nothing to fear of his wrath. "Uncle Daniel is a pacifist. He carries a protective core."
"A Al Ghul that a pacifist? I'll believe it when I see it." Drake droned as he was clipping on his utility belt. At once, Damian felt his body grew hot with rage. No matter what, it seemed Drake would always curse his family.
The way he says the family name drips with disrespect as if the other teen was saying a swear.
"My Uncle Daniel is a great man!" He shouts, gripping his sword so har his knuckles ache. Drake's face twists as if though he smelled something foul and the rage burning in Damian's chest spreads to his whole body.
He is just about to reach for his throwing knives when a familiar cold hand settles into his hair. "Aw thank you Little One. I love you too."
"Uncle Daniel!" Damian shouts excitably, forgetting the fool he was about to run his blades through. His uncle stands before him, the same darl night hair, warm blue eyes, and a crooked smile that had secretly comforted him in his youth.
"Where in the world did he come from!?" Damian hears one of Father's adopted brutes gasp but does not care to see who as his uncle quickly reels him in for a hug.
Hugging Uncle Daniel was like being wrapped in warm blankets in winter. He always ran rather cold, but it was lovely to be wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his protection.
It felt like nothing in the world could harm him from here.
"You seem well, Little One. Are you happy?" His uncle says. The delict of their native tongue is another comfort Damian can sink into.
"I am." He allows, snuggling his face against his stomach, as childish as it is. If only he could grow taller like his father.
"Wonderful. I'm so glad." His uncle then switches to English, ignoring all the weapons drawn and pointing at him from the Bats. Damian steps back to admire the man he wishes to grow into. "I'm terribly sorry for arriving so late, nephew. You must be tired. When is your bed time?"
"I do not have a bedtime." Damian scoffs. Uncle Daniel frowns, reaching into his chest to pull out a clipboard and a pen- he'll never get used to his uncle storing things within himself no matter how often he sees it. Damian is pretty sure he heard someone gag.
A soft click is heard as his uncle opens the pen and quickly scribbles something down. He is not tall enough to see what is written, but he can see clearly as day that his uncle selected the red ink of the muli-color pen he is using.
He only uses red when he is doing bad things. Damian breaks into a sweat. "What was that? Uncle what did you just write?"
"No bedtime. Tsk tsk." Uncle Daniel mutters, looking around the cave with disapproval. "No proper heating living space."
"Oh no! I do not live down here. This is merely the training grounds. We live upstairs" Damian quickly says, waving his hands frantically in the air as his uncle's unimpressed look. Curses, the auduit just began and already he got bad markings.
"Would you care for a tour? I shall not be going on patrol-"
"He forces you to fight crime? At your age?" Uncle barks, throwing a look of utter disgust at Father. It's the same one he gives Grandfather whenever the older man tries to raise child soldiers.
Even Damian had not been sent on any missions. His childhood had been intense training but nothing that was life-threatening.
"I volunteered to go!" He tries to defend Father, but his uncle only clicks his pen and scrambles more red ink on his paper.
Drat and Damian were actually enjoying living at the manor. He will likely have to say goodbye to it all and be moved to some house Uncle deemed more child-friendly.
"What is your diet here? Have you been taken to the doctor? Any form of therapy?" His uncle fires each question quickly, walking through Todd and Cain when they try to apprehend him without a glance.
His uncle is, and not to sound like the fools of his school, so cool.
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#The Audit#Damian's cool uncle Danny#In which Danny was reborn as Daniel Al Ghul four hundred and ten years ago as Ra's first born son#Then went all Ghost King on him#and now travels the world making sure kid's safety laws are followed#Sorry I know it's not what you were picturing but it's all I could think of.
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" My mom is so beatiful! " - Batfamily x Model!Batmom headcanons
Request: Batmom headcanons where batmom’s a model & the coolest mom ever?
Author's note: Thank you anon 🫶! Here is my second request, so I hope you like it. I didn't know what to put for the title so I settled for this one.
And it will also take me a while to upload the Zatanna x reader oneshot 🤗.
Again I clarify that my main language is not English, so sorry for the spelling errors 😿.
TW: nothing!! Just fluff I think
Nightwing / Dick Grayson
Since he met you, he was fascinated with your beauty and elegance.
He loved when you went to galas and you wrapped him up in your long elegant jacket while you picked him up in your arms and let him fall asleep like that.
Dick didn't miss any of your shows or commercials.
I bet he has your older shows saved on his computer.
A model and cool mother at the same time? Wow, Dick couldn't ask for more.
You are his only support, the only one who was there and loved him no matter what.
Dick will always ask your opinion about what he wears or what haircut he will get.
He goes crazy every time he hears someone say "Your mom is hot."
"It's not my fault that my mom loves me and yours didn't love you, fucking slu-"
I feels like he would play with you by imitating your walk just to annoy you.
Always showing off his mother, yesyesyes.
The YJ and Titans members would be very jealous of him; because you treat him very nicely and send him food, without saying that you drown your son with love.
Jason Todd / Red Hood
When he was Robin he was dwarf and plump. I and other people agree 😇
Jason loves the support you give him and keep giving him.
And he also loves your delicious food, he probably asks you to prepare some for him every time he goes out on patrol.
I just imagined him (when he was Robin) bringing you a bouquet of flowers bigger than him once you finish the show, seeing you with those beautiful and big eyes 😭
I bet he sometimes got scared when he saw your face on a commercial billboard.
And he keeps doing it, only he spits out whatever he's drinking when he sees you in TV. (Without him knowing that you participated as a model in X brand)
He loves and continues to love your attacks of kisses on his face.
Yes, he would also ask you for style advice, but only once a year, he is very proud when it comes to his clothing style.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!! HOW DARE YOU HAVE A FUCKING POSTER OF MY MOM?!?!"
Damn Jason, your mom is a model, what do you want them to do?
Tim Drake / Red Robin
He has a love-hate relationship with your love attacks.
Tim, like his other siblings, would not miss any of your shows, or the parts in which you appear.
He would help Barbara to make sure no one wants to sabotage you at one of your shows.
If given the choice between your food or the support you give him, Tim would jump off a bridge. (jk)
"Bro, can you shut the fuck up and stop saying how beautiful my mom is? I already know that."
Tim gets embarrassed every time he is with his friends and you call him (by phone XD), because you start reminding him that he is very handsome and he need to eat something. But it irritates him more when his colleagues ask to talk to you.
Damian Wayne / Robin
I think he wouldn't care about your job
He's like, the most attached to you.
After your shows he would be attached to you like a flea.
Also at the galas.
Damian was surprised that you were so kind and loving towards him despite the things he said to you before him had that mother and son connection.
I think we all know that there is some kind of hate between you and Talia, no 🥸?
Oh yes, he wouldn't care about your love attacks, as long as it's not in front of his friends.
"Yes mom, yes I ate the food... Yes, I know you love me. *sighs* I love you too mommy..."
You're like Jon's second mom.
His favorite days are pool or beach days, he likes to enjoy the sea while spending time with his mom.
Cassandra Cain / Orphan
Cass is the vice president of your fan club.
Cass loves you infinitely.
She has an album full of photos of you and her after the shows.
She doesn't like the idea of you parading in swimsuits.
She would always ask you for clothing tips and advice.
Cass likes, loves, and admires having a mother who understands her and can be herself with her.
She wouldn't care if you show her love in public or private. She always gives you more love back!
Skincare routine between you and her.
You always make sure that she is fashionable but also has her own style.
She would have a lot of admiration for you.
I feel like she would hardly take any notice of "your mom is hot" because she thinks they are flattery.
But if they go overboard and insult you, Cass wouldn't hesitate to give them a good beating. Nobody messes with her mommy.
I think she would have you as her wallpaper. A photo of you and her on your birthday or on her birthday.
Stephanie Brown / Spoiler
She is the President of your fan club.
Throughout the parade she is like "how boring, I want to leave" until you finally appear, it doesn't matter if the outfit you wore is ugly, she would applaud you with all her might.
"WHY DID YOU AGREE TO DO A BIKINI COMMERCIAL?!?!"
I feel like she gets angry every time anyone tell her "she's super hot" (you), and Steph is like "the nosebleed I'm going to give you is going to be hot."
Every time she sleeps over at the mansion she joins you and Cass's skincare routines.
She loves you because every time you talk there is some laughter.
Steph appreciates and adores the support you give her as a mother figure.
You rarely have love attacks towards her.
But she adores them.
Every chance she would go shopping with you.
Duke thomas / The Signal
Just let me...
Duke is your photographer.
He had a hard time opening up to you at first, but you were just great and so sweet to him.
He doesn't react like his brothers do when they tell him "your mom is hot", rather he would feel uncomfortable.
Only if they insult you would he get serious.
He likes that you are always there to support him every time he goes out on patrol or comes back from patrol.
You and Duke's connection started when you tried to get him to distract himself from the harsh reality of his biological parents, like going to the park and all that.
He is embarrassed when you have your love attacks towards him. It doesn't matter if you are alone or in public, he will be embarrassed every time you have those love attacks.
I feel that when you go with him to buy clothes, you spend a lot of time because you can't decide what clothes to buy him.
But in the end you end up buying everything for him.
Barbara Gordon / Oracle
Yes, I added Barbara, okay?
In my AU there was no love affair between her and Bruce 😇
The one in charge of making sure everything goes well at the shows.
Sometimes she sees you as her mother, sister and best friend.
Barbara always sends you messages; according to her so as not to lose contact, which is a lie because you know it is purely on a whim.
I don't think you have love attacks with her, just a simple kiss on her cheek or forehead.
Although sometimes she envied the attention you gave to your children.
Barbara would value and care for you deeply.
[You can add more headcanons if you like <3]
#🍓୧ ‧₊˚ Request answered! ⋅ ✮⋆˙#batmom#batmom reader#batfam x reader#batman x reader#batmom imagine#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#red robin#damian wayne#robin#stephanie brown#spoiler dc#cassandra cain#orphan dc#batgirl#barbara gordon#oracle#babs gordon
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Never Let Me Go
➪the one where you and leon reunite.
Part 1
Warnings: angst, fluff, re themed topics, mentions of death, descriptions of injuries, mentions of injuries, making out, sad boy leon
Word Count: 3k
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3
The feeling of regret followed Leon for weeks.
He regretted not doing more to get you back to him, whether that was to take the fall for you or to simply go in after you, it didn’t matter. He just couldn’t believe he was right there when you lost your grip and fell into the void of rock and rubble.
Leon found himself thinking back to the length of your involvement with one another, from his first day with you to the final one. He wished he could go back years ago and ask you to be his way back then. Why he had waited five years to develop the partnership into something more, he had no idea.
He hated the fact that you could’ve been his and you could’ve been together way sooner had he pushed aside his commitment issues faster and realised just how amazing you were.
He didn’t even get the chance to tell you that he loves you and had for many years now.
The trip back home was brutal.
He didn’t say a word as he stared out the window, his heart feeling like it was about to burst at the fact that he was leaving you behind in the mess while he lived on. It would take weeks for the rescue crew to locate and retrieve your body, if they ever found it, and he almost wished they wouldn’t. He couldn’t bear the thought of burying you for the second time, nor could he stand the thought of not giving you a proper funeral.
He just wished it never happened. He wished he never went on this mission with you and he wished he was the one who got buried that day. He would give anything to go back to the day you were assigned the mission. He would flat out refuse it and take you away, somewhere safe and where he could protect you. Not that you needed it. You could take care of yourself just fine, but you were reckless. You didn’t care what happened to you, as long as you were able to save someone.
And if he couldn’t refuse it, he’d stop you from going after the kid. Whatever it took; tying you to a post, dragging both you and Talia away from the site, or even going in to save the kid himself. Anything to keep you alive and safe.
What was the point?
He can wish all he wants, you’re still gone and he’s still here. You’re just someone else he couldn’t save.
Seeing how Leon lost his partner, in more ways than one, he hasn’t been assigned any new missions. He was both grateful and frustrated at that. On one hand, your absence would make him lose his mind and he wouldn’t be focused like he normally was, and on the other, he was used to distracting himself by throwing himself into his job. He needed a sense of familiarity as he tried to face this new world - the one without you there to keep him grounded.
Hunnigan was becoming more and more worried about him. He wasn’t able to focus on anything, he was at home more than he was at work, and he hadn’t filed or done research on any of the cases she sent his way. It was concerning, to say the least.
She entered the briefing room to find him still there. The meeting was long over, something she was surprised he actually showed up for, yet he hadn’t moved since it was cleared. Instead of sitting where he usually did, he sat one seat over. It was where you usually sat, your place secured next to his in the back row.
His legs were stretched out and resting on the back of the chair in front of him, his hands on his stomach as he played with a ring. He found it in your office when he went in to ask the staff to stop cleaning the space out. Well, he didn’t really ask. No, he told them to get the fuck out and to close the door behind them.
He stayed there for a good portion of the morning, sitting at the desk he had watched you organise too many times to count. After memorising every square inch of the room, he was about to get up and leave when something caught his eye.
On the top shelf of the desk, next to a framed picture of the two of you - one where you were both covered in dirt and grime and dust but still smiling because you were together - was a ring he had seen you wear many times. When he asked you about it, you told him it had no meaning to you, it was just pretty and something you found on sale.
It was a silver band with a few lines carved into it, and you only took it off when you went on missions.
Leon grabbed it without thinking twice and left your office, turning the light off and closing the door behind him.
He was twirling it around his fingers when Hunnigan walked up to him, a folder in her hand. “Kennedy,” she said in both a greeting and warning. She felt for the guy, but was also trying to do her job and he was making it more difficult than it needed to be. “The meeting is over. What are you still doing here?”
Leon didn’t look up at her as he pulled the ring off of his finger. It was far too small for him and only reached just past the tip of his finger. Maybe he could find a chain to attach it to.
Ingrid was about to speak again when he finally answered her. “I’m reminiscing,” his tone was cold and sarcastic, so unlike how he usually sounds.
She clears her throat before opening the folder and trying to ignore the fact that Leon had yet to look at her. “I have a new case for you,” she says, reading over the file before continuing, “It’s one that requires both you and your partner to attend.”
Leon looked up at her and the dark glint in his eyes had her shoulders tensing. After trying to get him to look at her all morning, she wished she would’ve known what she would be met with when he finally did. He stops twirling the ring around his finger and holds it in the palm of his hand. “My partner is dead,” he muttered, glaring at her as he leaned up in the chair.
Ingrid knew he would never hurt her, so maybe that was why his harsh words didn’t make her back down. “Just come with me,” she says and turns around. “We’re going over it somewhere more private.”
Leon’s eyes narrowed at her retreating figure. He breathed heavily through his nose before pocketing the ring and standing up, ignoring the way his lower back ached from how long he was sitting for.
He followed her down the hall and into the meeting room, letting out a huff of annoyance when the door closed behind him. “How is this more private?” He asked as they made eye contact.
Ingrid just shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “It’s not, really,” she answered. “I just wanted to formally introduce you to your partner.”
Leon refrained from rolling his eyes. “I already told you, my partner is dead-”
The side door opened and in walked someone he never thought he’d see again.
The words die on his tongue as the person looks up and at the woman beside him. “Hey, I think I left some of the papers back at the-”
Your eyes meet his and your grip on the folder falters. Almost instantly, Leon’s blue irises are covered by tears and you let go of the file completely. It falls to the floor, making Hunnigan bite back a cry of shock as she spent damn near all morning putting that together. She lets it slide as she quietly excuses herself and leaves the room.
Within seconds, Leon crosses the room and closes the distance between you. His arms wrap around your waist while yours grip his shoulders, your legs closing around his hips. You let out a happy sob when his arms tightened around you, his hands grasping at you with a desperation you had never seen or felt before.
Even the feeling of your shirt getting caught in the stitches on your hip wasn’t enough to pull you away from him. Leon feared that if he were to let go for even a second, you’d be gone again and he’d be alone. If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that a life without you was one he could not live in.
Your tears dampen his shirt, making the fabric appear even darker. His own fall from his eyes and gather in your hair, his nose inhaling the scent of the vanilla soap that quickly became your signature smell.
He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, but he knew he never wanted to wake up. It was such a difference to the countless nightmares he’s had since he lost you, each one being a replay of what actually happened to you. He would happily live in this dreamland with you forever. He never wanted to witness you dying ever again.
You died.
How were you even here?
Leon pulled away, using nearly all of his self control to do so, and looked at each inch of your face. Your bottom lip had a cut going through it, your cheek was a horrid shade of green and purple, and your left eye was bloodshot. “How?” He asked desperately. “I don’t understand-how are you-”
You just shake your head, your hands stroking his hair a few times before you bring him into a tear-tasting kiss. Leon kisses you back with everything he has, his legs moving before his mind has a chance to catch up with them.
He blindly reaches for the handle to the door and when he finds it, he stumbles into the break room with your hands tightly gripping his hair. His teeth clash with yours before they tug on your bottom lip, careful as to not rip the cut open.
He sets you down on one of the tables and one of your hands leaves his hair, your palm flat against the surface behind you as your lips messily meet. Your legs tighten around his middle and tug him even closer as his hands caress the sides of your face, his lips still locked with yours.
You pull away for air and have little time to react before Leon’s lips attack your neck. He kisses every inch of your skin as if it were the last time he would ever be able to. He was still in disbelief that it was really you in front of him. You, with your legs wrapped around him. You, with your hand tugging on his hair in the way you know he loves. You, with his saliva coating various areas of your neck as his lips made work of your skin.
Your shirt falls off your shoulder and it was then he saw the bandage that covered a large portion of your collarbone.
It really was you. A broken and beaten version of you, but still you.
He lifts one of his hands and lets his fingers gently brush over the white bandage, his eyes full of different emotions. Love. Anger. Guilt. Relief. “What happened?” He asked quietly, tracing the edges of the white fabric.
You look down at him, confused as to why he stopped kissing your neck. Your eyes soften when you see the guilt swimming in his and you gently place your hands against the sides of his face, tilting his head up so you could talk to him face to face. “I’m okay,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his. “I promise. I’ll tell you everything, I just need you. I need to be close to you.”
Leon pulled back, his hand moving up to brush your messy hair away from your face. “I love you,” he says with no hesitation. He should’ve said the three words years ago, maybe then his heart would’ve been able to grieve differently after he thought you died.
It didn’t matter. You were here, with him, and he was never letting you go.
Your lips quiver as you take in his words, your eyes flickering between his. You search for any indication that he was lying but find nothing but the truth. A grin breaks out on your lips as you gently tug on his hair. “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that,” you whisper and watch as relief floods his eyes. “I love you, too.”
Leon laughs quietly before he presses two chaste kisses to your lips, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt and tugging it upwards.
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“So, as I fell, the ground opened up and I landed on the floor of some underground lab. The rubble and debris piled in and covered the way back up, so I was left to find another way out,” you say, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of Leon’s neck. His arms were wrapped around your middle as he gently swayed the two of you on your office chair.
The door was closed and the blinds were shut, the only light coming from the small lamp you had on your desk. It felt like you were in your own little world, like the other agents outside your office weren’t hurriedly gathering information for their next missions, like Hunnigan wasn’t a few doors down reorganising the file you dropped.
With your legs draped over his thighs and your side pressed to his front, neither of you cared that you were still at work. Too much time had passed since you last saw each other and you weren’t about to waste anymore. “While I was looking around, I found file after file about the illegal testing they were doing in the village. It was everything we could’ve possibly needed to shut these guys down for good,” you continue, your eyes casted down as you replayed your experiences in your head.
Leon looked up at you, his hand absentmindedly tracing shapes on the skin of your thighs that your skirt didn’t cover. His eyes trailed all over you, from the bandage peeking out from under your shirt, to the multiple marks he kissed into the skin of your neck, to your swollen lip.
Scratching at his scalp before smoothing your hand back over it, you turn to face him. “I grabbed everything I could and tried to find a way out, but the next thing I knew…I was being cornered by the scientists who had survived the collapse. I bargained with them for a while before they let me go, but not without dislocating my shoulder and threatening my life a couple times,” Leon’s eyes darkened at that, his jaw clenching as he stopped swaying and tightened his hold on you. “I was kept down there for a few days before the rescue team finally found me, as well as all the evidence, and then the scientists were cuffed and taken out.”
Leon shifted slightly, his hand going back to running up and down your thigh. “They told me that they couldn’t find your body,” he mumbled, making your heart ache at the sadness that dripped from his voice.
“I was put under witness protection for a week or so after I was brought back home,” you say just as quietly.
His eyes met yours again. “You have no idea how many times I threatened to go back to that place and look for you myself. They were giving me nothing to go off of. They just said you were probably crushed by all the rubble and that it could take weeks to recover your remains-” he cut himself off as a dry sob nearly slipped past his lips.
Your eyes sting as you push his hair up and press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled against his skin. “I wanted to come back to you every second of every day, but they wouldn’t let me. They said it was too soon, too dangerous and to wait a few more days. I just had to hold onto the thought of seeing you again. It’s what kept me going.”
Leon looked down at his hand as it neared the hem of your skirt. “I thought I lost you,”
“I’m right here,” you say and turn his head so he was looking back at you. “I’m here and I’m never leaving your side. Not until you tell me to.”
He shakes his head, his hand falling from your thigh as he fumbles around in the pocket of his jeans. You furrow your brows as he pulls out a small object. He held your ring in between his fingers and lifted it up so you could see it.
You let out a small laugh, your hand quickly wiping away your tears as you looked between the ring and him. “My ring,” you hum, returning your hand to his hair. “I was wondering where that went.”
Leon stayed still as he grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger. “Marry me,” he said quietly and you could’ve heard a pin drop as silence took over the space of your office.
You shifted on his lap and moved his head so you could look him in the eyes. He was serious. “What?”
“Marry me,” he said again and held your hand in his. “I don’t want to go that long without you ever again. I can’t.”
You let out a laugh of disbelief before cradling his face in your free hand. “Yes,” you say, more tears gathering in your eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say and wrap your arms around him, pressing your body impossibly closer to his. “I’ll marry you.”
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I don't have a tag list but thank you for the support on part 1 @taken-by-the-wind <3
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Hi! i love your blog <3 and I wanted to ask if you have any ideas/headcanons surrounding a Jason that was ressurrected maybe a decade or two later than in canon and his relationships with Bruce or Dick or Damian or Talia (if all of them are even alive by them)
No thoughts, just same-age!Damian+Jason!AU ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! Or rather, Batman!Dick + Robin!Damian save resurrected!Jaybin.
Where Jason is resurrected ten years later and what happened a decade ago still feels like minutes prior. In his mind, it's not a casket and six feet of dirt Jason digs himself out of, but gravel and shrapnel. He's still just as hurt, just as scared, but it doesn't matter. Jason's awake and alive and he wants Bruce.
Nothing registering beyond that yearning to feel safe. Nothing mattering but going home. The trauma hitting hard and leaving him a wreck of a boy who just wants to apologize and be told that it's okay — that he is okay.
Jason wants to go back. Desperately. Tragically.
What he gets is this: the familiarity of Gotham with all its crime and corruption. The icy pinpricks of rain beating down on him. The daring hands of twisted men that pull him down alleys and laugh when he struggles. And yet it's not them who Jason hears...
HAhahHAhAHAhaHa!
Jason gets away after laying the men out flat. And that's when someone sneaks up behind him and Jason lashes out—only to get laid out flat, himself. By Robin.
Jason being in the middle of a nervous breakdown. Choking on a relieved sob because Robin is alive and safe. And that Robin came for him. But then realizing that can't be right because Jason is right here.
Something something one of the men stirring and looking to retaliate. Before Robin can act though, Jason flips them around. Protective on instinct despite Robin's protest (because Robin had it handled and now a 'civilian' is getting erroneously injured)
Enter: Batman
And Jason doesn't see him because of how he wraps himself around Robin, but he hears him—a familiar flutter of a cape and just like that, Jason is drawn to him. Sitting back to straddle Robin while looking over his shoulder at a dark shadow. Breaking at the sight of him, eyes welling with tears and lip trembling because Jason is still fifteen and just went through hell and he's sorry. He's so fucking sorry, don't be mad at him. Take him back, please. Please. He'll be better this time. He'll be good.
Robin's complaints falling on deaf ears as Jason stumbles to his feet, taking staggering steps towards Batman before Jason runs to him. Throwing himself into Batman's chest, arms wrapped tight around him.
Sobbing when those arms would come around him—as a hand would tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly close so as to not lose him again.
But it's wrong. Everything is wrong.
Because this isn't Bruce. It's Dick.
Still, they hold Jason like he's dear even as they sink to the ground with Jason half curled in their lap; broken over Jason and stealing his breath with how desperately they cling to him.
Robin!Damian not understanding what's happened with this emotionally distraught child or why it is that his partner looks like he's seen a ghost, why he looks damn near to tears. 'Pull yourself together. (¬_¬")'
Jason only placing who it is when Dick pulls away from him to look Jason over. It's the warmth of Dick's hands that come to rest on either side of Jason's face, thumbing away tears and dirt and grime. Tentative, gentle. It's the stormy blue of his eyes behind the cowl and that gravity that's always been about him that draws Jason in.
The sobs die down, choked down as Jason comes to the conclusion that he came back wrong. Because Dick is older. Because Bruce is gone.
A quiet moment where these two look at each other before they rest their foreheads together and Jason mourns too many losses. Because it's his turn for that now, it seems.
Bruce, dead. Dick, burdened by a hero's cause; clipped and caged by a mantle that never fit him, that he never wanted. It's sad. It's awful. What a terrible future.
Jason's only consolation? The Joker is dead. Killed by Dick's hand (as Nightwing's last hurrah). Also, Alfred, of course. But yes, very much an AU of 'making the best of it.' Also, an AU where it's all batboys coping with loss and moving forward together.
Extra thoughts:
Jason's body healing poorly, so resuming his role as Robin is a precarious thing. And being told 'no,' even temporarily (spoilers: it's not temporary), leads to the greatest of temper tantrums because the loss is too much. Because where does Jason fit if not as Robin? What purpose does he have? Robin was his connection with this family, with Bruce; don't take that away.
Just something with Jason going after Damian to literally fight for Robin's role. Only Damian lays Jason out flat. And he's not trying to be mean, but Damian is blunt about the circumstances. The truth is that Jason doesn't compare to him (condition, training, etc). Let it go.
Which upsets Jason more because denial. But Damian fights with him until Jason tires himself out. Taking hits and giving them back because Jason is acting a child.
Then Dick pulls Jason back and Jason screams in that way that breaks into a broken sob and oh.
Dick having to talk Jason down.
His heart breaking because Jason feels that Robin is taken from him not because he's physically incapable or because he's being looked down on—it's punishment. But he's sorry. Let him help. He'll listen this time. He swears it.
Just Jason being so beaten down and devastated because everything fell apart in an instant and he can't make anything right no matter how he tries.
All the mourning and regrets and guilt. It drowns him. He chokes on it.
Something something Dick helping Jason find his purpose again.
Something something Jason helping Dick find his purpose at the same time (because the Batman struggles are suffocating him, too).
More thoughts:
A talk between Dick and Jason at some point about how Dick always thought it would be Jason to take the cowl. Which baffles Jason because what. But Dick is being honest. ;3;
Jason being resigned to live as a ghost until Dick pushes him to be social (don't need to be legally alive to go to a book club, little wing).
Ahhhh, petulant Jason dragging his feet as he's dropped off at aforementioned book club. But then he gets to chatting with old ladies about some classics and some recommendations from over the past decade and it's not a bad time.
Oh. The old ladies flirting with Alfred whenever Alfred comes by ahahahaha.
Also, especially in the earlier days, Alfred not letting Jason wallow and carting him about the manor to help with chores, instead. And just being this quiet, supportive presence as Jason processes everything.
Sometimes Jason gets disoriented because Alfred looks so much older. Sometimes he gets teary eyed when he looks at Jason - overwhelmed with a gratefulness Jason doesn't understand because time passed so differently for them
Oh. Also, no more meta rule for Gotham because Dick doesn't give a fuck? So Jason can befriend all the heroes. Just Dick's (and Tim's) support network becoming Jason's.
Speaking of Tim. He's around. I don't know what he does, but Jason probably accidentally ends up being nice to him (impressed by Tim's competency and how it's a relief that someone so capable stepped in when Jason was gone and--) and Tim is mortally wounded forever by the praise from his second Robin lol.
Also, Dick and Jason developing this really sweet relationship because they got each other through times where they were struggling and were vulnerable and it just fostered a really warm sort of trust between them.
Random scene:
Something with Dick being worn thin and crumbling beneath the weight of everything Batman is. Hating life, but bearing it.
Jason sitting with him and taking the cowl off. Commenting on Dick's unhappiness. Leveling with Dick that this will kill him, same as Bruce.
It's hard because Batman is a symbol for this city, but the truth is that Batman has never been her only hero. She's had many - she'll have more. She can't have Dick.
Jason scrubs away some of the eye black and smiles a bit when he catches Dick's gaze. So damn blue.
Dick turning into the touch, sighing into the heel of Jason's palm. Gentle and reverent and for just a moment - Jason is taken aback by it all. The closeness, the familiarity and intimacy. This is all they could have been, huh? Or rather, it's all they are. All they've become.
So much changed and so much will. And it can get better. Loss still haunts him, but there are still safe places for him, safe people.
This AU runs away from me, but yes. Feelings. (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡
Also, hi. Hello. Thank you for loving my blog. //3///
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LOVE IS A CHOICE | h. lewis
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pairings : harry lewis x reader
summary : harry’s insecurities causes the downfall of his own relationship.
warnings : swearing, arguing, just a whole of sadness.
notes : thanks for all the love on my first harry fic (and my first fic ever) i greatly appreciate it!!
“walk out of that door,” you pointed your finger in the direction of your flat door, “and we’re fucking done. i mean it, harry.” you threat with your voice very audibly shaking with the overwhelming emotions you were experiencing.
he felt awful, seeing you in this state, but his mind was set. this would be better for you no matter how much it hurt at first. you would come to your senses quickly and live a better life and he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness for that.
harry stopped just as he was about to walk away from you, from your life together, to prepare himself for the heavy lie about to be forced through his lips — one that would break his heart just as it will yours.
slowly, he turned his head back to face you. “you can’t end anything that was never there.” your face immediately broke, and his heart broke so violently he was surprised it didn’t create any noise. there was no coming back from this.
you shook her head and opened your mouth but nothing came out except a small, choking sob that you quickly covered up by closing your mouth again. you weren’t going to break down infront of him, you wanted to look strong.
he didn’t deserve to see that he had so clearly hit a nerve, that he had just broken down the girl he had previously built back up. you just needed him to leave so you could be alone.
finally, he turned again and left your flat with a loud slam of the front door. your sobs echoed through his head as the door closed behind him for good — now he had to face the future alone.
the more harry didn’t want you, the harder you tried. however, the harder you tried the more he didn’t want you. you didn’t know what you had done to deserve the treatment you had received from him that night. there was only thing you knew for sure; you couldn’t let it break you. atleast not on the outside.
so, in hopes of proving to everyone you was coping well you had agreed to a brunch date with talia in which you both sat at the back of a restaurant and spoke of your feelings. you had tried to avoid the topic but talia knew you to well.
she was the only one you could confide in. she was the only shoulder you let myself sob into when you couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore. she was your rock through it all. talia understood it was more than a breakup you were experiencing; it was grief of losing harry lewis.
your closest friend, sat across from you, swirled her plastic straw around her glass cup, glancing up at you after taking a sip. “do you still love him?” she questioned in a gentle tone that made you want to start crying again.
you didn’t answer properly at first. you hummed just before you took a large sip of your drink infront of you to try and delay the inevitable. talia would not leave you alone until she knew you were okay.
a mere three seconds later, a hand landed on top of yours, rubbing over the skin on top and taking you away from your own consuming thoughts. talia held your hand until you finally found the courage to answer out loud truthfully.
“i don’t think i’ll ever stop.” you words seemed to upset talia. it only proved how much she cared for you — that she felt your emotions with you to let you know you weren’t alone in this. “i just don’t know if we’re meant for each other.”
talia gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, “you should speak to him.” she advised you, “maybe you’re not meant for each other now, but end it in good terms just incase.”
you weren’t sure wether or not to go along with her advice, but at the end of the day you knew that you couldn’t move on from him properly without knowing what you had done to destroy your relationship.
harry answered your late night text straight away and agreed to come over to yours only the next day. infact, he arrived an hour earlier than you both had agreed upon. mostly because he was too nervous to wait around.
now, you stood across from your ex boyfriend with only the kitchen island to separate you from eachother. you leaned against the counter in hopes it would keep you upright throughout this tough conversation that neither of you were ready for.
“did i do anything to make you stop loving me?” the questioned rolled off of your tongue as if it was a casual conversation topic, like you were talking about what to have for dinner instead of why your relationship fell apart so quickly.
harry couldn’t meet your eyes. instead, he was fixating on the ground beneath him. “i never stopped loving you.” finally he met your adamant gaze, “i just…” he shrugged as he tried to find his words, “if i don’t like who i am, why should you?”
you hung your head down onto your hands. you was beyond stressed. you had finally pieced it together — he didn’t stop loving you but instead stopped loving himself, which led to lots of miscommunication. however, you felt that surely he loved you enough to not let you go.
“but how could you leave me so easily?” you pestered him once again, causing his jaw to clench tightly and his eyes to move away from you once again. other than that his body was rigid, as if he was afraid to move.
he had planned this whole conversation out. he knew how this needed to end for your sake and he was willing to do anything for it. even if that meant going through this.
“it’s not easy, y/n, but it’s for the better.” harry finally looked up at his ex girlfriend that had been staring at him the whole time — looking exceedingly dejected. “you have to understand i don’t want to do this, i need to.”
“harry—“
“please, y/n.” harry interrupted you with an begging tone in his voice, “you don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve this,” he used his hand to gesture between the both of you, “i love you, i always will, but this doesn’t feel right.”
he began to grow frustrated. he shook his hands while he spoke in a way to try and get his correct emotions across without making this situation any worse than it already was. “please, y/n.” he turned desperate.
you didn’t want to argue anymore, he wasn’t changing his mind no matter what you said or did. his mind was set on leaving you no matter how much it hurt you to admit to yourself. you didn’t know if what you both had was true love, but it was the closest you had ever gotten.
“okay, harry.” you spoke with a despondent glaze over your eyes, you had lost all hope. you walked over to the other side to stand by harry, “whatever you need.” your voice broke through the sentence.
harry stood there, looking at the woman he loves, his heart heavy with longing despite their current situation. you looked back at him, your eyes locking, and you both knew what the other was feeling. despite all of it, you still had a feeling of mutual respect and understanding for harry.
he leaned closer, to try and kiss you, but before he can you pulled away. “i can’t.” your voice was merely above a whisper. the words still left harry speechless while you turned and walked away. leaving him in the kitchen staring at where you had disappeared to, looking mournful.
love is just not a feeling. it’s a choice that people made every day, and you had to chose to stop expressing your love for harry so he could learn to love himself properly. he needed to be there for himself to enjoy what you two had.
nothing compared to harry, but you would wait for him.
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Okay, this is random as hell but I just thought of a weird au where Tim, after failing to get an adult to help with Batman and his increasingly violent methods of grieving, resorts to trying magic. Cue Tim attempting to revive Jason using necromancy so that Bruce will finally calm down because, he's like this because he lost Jason, so surely bringing Jason back will fix things, right? So yeah, he tries necromancy, maybe tries using one of the artifacts that his parents brought home from a dig cuz it's cursed or smth, but ultimately "fail" for whatever reason.
Tim, now at his wits end and finding no other solution to the problem, becomes Robin just like in canon. Expect, the magic did work, it was just delayed. Cue the whole "Jason digging out of his grave, getting snatched by Talia, and trained in the LoA" thing.
Idk how the rest of the AU would unfold since I thought of this in the middle of doing stretches and I forgot the rest of the concept bcuz I decided to finish stretching before sending an ask, but I do have a very vague mental image of Tim, after being attacked by Jason in the tower, right before he goes unconscious, just muttering a soft "It worked, it actually worked, I brought him back" and Jason hearing this and having a mental breakdown about trying to understand what the heck Tim was taking about and re-evaluating everything he currently knows about Tim.
Yes! I will add onto your specific AU in a minute, but first some fic recs!
"equivalent exchange" by scribblemetimbers I can not recommend enough. It's about Tim making a deal with a demon (similar setup to Supernatural's demons) where they bring back Jason Todd in exchange for Tim's soul. This is set at the beginning of Tim's Robin run. He believes that, because Dick and Bruce appear to not want him, that Tim won't be like other pact holders who try to escape their end of the bargain (which leads to Constantine needing to get involved to clean up the collateral). Lots of angst and the ending is so fucking good. I can't wait for the sequel.
I can't remember the name, but there's a fic where Tim sets up cloning pods and magic in his house to try to "revive" Jason.
There's also one where Tim makes a deal with a creature, but ends up not having to pay his end when Jason crawls out of his grave before the creature manages to revive him.
However, I like your AU for how it makes Jason instantly realize the sacrifices Tim enacted to bring Jason back (and let that man have complicated feelings about that). The real angsty part is Jason finding out about what Tim has done after Jason has already hurt the kid :(
Jason fucked up, lmao.
Anyways, this cues Jason feeling conflicted when it comes to Tim. The older one feels that he came back *wrong* and kind of wants to blame Tim for that. Yet, he is just a kid. Yet, him being a kid wasn't enough of an excuse to stop Jason from beating him up.
Then, did Tim bring Jason back as a dedication of love towards Jason or for Bruce? Does Tim even care that it's Jason that's returned, or does it matter more that the role of Bruce's dead son came back to life?
Poor Jason is going to have the mental breakdown of the century :)
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out with the old, in with the new | w2s/harry lewis
summary —new accounts, new lifestyle, new clubs every night. an insight into just what—and who—youtube's non-youtuber it girl got up to during her split from harry
*once again following the lead of @whoetoshaw and her bog universe's iconic breakup era ALSO, one of the twitter threads is rlly grainy and I'm sorry abt that, i couldn't properly fix it so you have to just zoom in on it 😭
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Honestly why even bother making Jason afrolatino if you're not gonna write him as he is in canon when that's what actually'd make him work good rep for us.What i mean by this is
His ego is huge,he's super tough and an edgelord,has anger issues and brutal ass tactics and is a morally gray vigilante but he's ALSO a huge woman respecter to the point he thinks they're better than men,is extremely kind with a huge soft side and his exterior attitude and Red Hood are trauma responses that're framed as valid on his end so he's not the 'Scary Black Man' stereotype and with the exception of the vigilante part this is actually a pretty common personality type for irl black men-Important note that i don't fall under the attitude but i AM a black man(and woman)
He's been a huge nerd since he's debut in both meanings of it-He's a genius who was a star student in school and loves classical literature,theater and speaking articulately and poetically but just happens not to 24/7 since he's a comic book character,not a Shakespearen one
And his soft sunshine boy with hidden depths Robin self is a critical part of making him as black latino work-You can't go with the retcon of him as a mini thug because it's extremely dangerous stereotyping
Duke as his favorite brother-It's erasure with white gringo Jason but even worse and just stupid because both of them being black would it EVEN BETTER writing they're eachother's number one Batboy pick.Ain't no nigga picking Tim when the only other black guy in the factor is Right There and fuck ya aus,keep Jason white in them and leave afrolatino Jason out of your mess
He hasn't expressed a particular preference for girls he likes but HAS for the ones he dosen't and it's preppy perfect judgemental ones who try to 'tame' him so rip all y'all's white X Readers LMFAO.Worth noting that his canon girlfriends have been a half cambodian tomboy(Rose),an edgyptian butch(Artemis)and a darkskin black woman(Dana)and that he's actively rejected a white blonde girl on the basis of her being too normal(Isabel)and Kory post deblackification so i think it's obvious where his tastes lie
You CANNOT make him and Roy or Batcest a thing-I don't think i need to explain why pairing up a white man who knew an afrolatino since he was 14 and him grown with a daughter and putting him in incest is violently antiblack
Poverty is not inherently bad in black or latino characters and there was a point in canon where it was used as simply an element in Jason's story instead of demonization so use that edition.But making him a drunkard,a smoker or a sex fiend is 100% perpetuating stereotypes and he's canonically the opposite of all three so again,sometimes things that are canon are better
Him being tall and super jacked and intimidating looking can actually enchance it-He uses it to his advantage to get people he dosen't like to fuck off because they buy into the propaganda and gives him more deepness with the rest of his personality
This includes him being a real gamer and his neapolitan food addiction and your headcanons on his other tastes should follow their lead-His favorite characters should be black and latino ones(His favorite Marvel hero is Miles Morales,it's canon to ME),he should listen to black and latino artists,he should eat black and latino food and know how to make it for that matter,etc
Back to a Duke situation-You also can't make a white woman instead of Talia his adoptive mom for obvious reasons and imo if you're gonna make him and Stephanie besties,she should be black too for that black best friends and found siblings rep(She works as a black woman as much as he does a black man and i'll make a manifesto of that like i did him if asked).This applies to the Team Dad Jason take too in the sense that he should mentoring Damian and Nell and Tiffany since they're Batgirls instead of white kids
In summary what i'm trying to say is:If you're going to see Jason as an afrolatino man,you need to go beyond just the aesthetic and little bits you feel like including because you think they're appealing and actually write him as an afrolatino man,as Jason Todd and not some random guy
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Hello friends! I’m looking for a (Sterek) fic where the werewolves live in the woods and in town there’s an ongoing dare to see who can make it the closest to the nemeton and write their initials on it. Stiles makes it (I think Jackson dared him to) and I remember Parrish told Stiles that he also made it pretty far. Thanks!
You found your own fic, @lone-chicken and @midnightwinterhawk found it as well! Thank you for letting me know.
My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(14/14 I 285,568 I Mature I Sterek)
“Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more.
“You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?”
“It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.”
Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes.
“I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”
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Recovery - Chapter 28
Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction
Summary : Em and Reader just got back together and Paul presents her with a NDA.
Tags : Fluff - Angst ?
Y/N’s POV
When you woke up, you were alone in bed. Marshall’s bed. You almost had to pinch yourself to believe it : after all this time, you got to wake up next to him again. Well… Almost next to him. The bed was empty. Still, you were surrounded by his scent, wearing his clothes… It was enough to make you smile. You got out of the bedroom and into the rest of the penthouse suite, searching for Marshall. You found him sitting on a couch, listening to music in his headphones. You greeted him but his eyes were closed and you obviously couldn’t hear you. You stared at him for a second. He looked adorable, all focused. You couldn’t help but plant a kiss on his cheek. He jumped and let out a gasp, absolutely startled.
Hi there, you giggled.
Oh fuck, I nearly had a heart attack, he chuckled. How did you sleep, my love ?
Like a baby, you said with a smile. I think the company might have something to do with that.
Oh, am I good company ? He mused.
Absolutely, you replied. I always slept better with you by my side.
Good, he said firmly. Because now, you’re not getting rid of me.
You chuckled and joined him on the couch, curling by his side. He gently cupped your face and kissed your lips. You cuddled for a while, exchanging sweet love words.
What do you want to do today ? He asked.
Aren’t we supposed to hang out with your daughters ? You reminded him.
They said we can do whatever we want, he shrugged. We can do that, though, if that’s what you want.
I wouldn’t mind exploring the city, you said with a smile. I haven’t been here in a long time.
Great then, he said with a smile. I’ve been here a couple of times already, but I haven’t had too much time to visit. Except some weed shops and the red lights district, of course.
Why am I not surprised ? You giggled.
Come on, it was twenty-five years ago, he chuckled.
Did you really go to the red lights district, though ? You couldn’t help but ask.
I’ll plead the fifth on that one, he replied with a smirk. Let’s order something to eat, shall we ?
You chuckled and he called the room service, ordering almost everything that was on the menu for breakfast. Meanwhile, you grabbed your phone and took a quick selfie in Marshall’s tee-shirt to send to Talia, letting her know that everything was perfect.
You’re into morning selfies now ? He chuckled.
No, you said embarrassed of being caught. It’s for Talia. Just letting her know I’m ok. And that we’re ok.
Give me that thing, he said with a smile.
He grabbed your phone and took you in his arms before kissing you on the cheek, taking a selfie at the same time.
I think this one’s better, he said with a wink. I think she’ll get the message if you send it to her.
You can take a good selfie, you playfully commented.
Well, I wasn’t going to use promo shots for my Tinder profile, now, was I ? He shrugged.
His reply left you a bit puzzled. You weren’t sure whether or not he was serious. The reasonable part of your brain was telling you it didn’t matter and that, after all, the two of you were back together. The other part, however, was freaking out. Still, you thought it would be a bad idea to let it show. Breakfast arrived and you went to the dining room area. Marshall seemed famished but you weren’t. You weren’t used to eating too much anymore.
You’re not eating, babe ? He asked after a few bites.
I’ll just have orange juice, you said with a smile.
Should I be… worried ? He asked carefully.
About what ? You asked innocently as you took a sip of orange juice.
He stared at you and sighed before taking your hand in his.
Am I supposed to pretend not to notice you’re like half the weight you were six months ago ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Well, I did lose a little weight, yes, you said in embarrassment.
A little ? He repeated.
Well, about fifteen kilos, but…
How much pounds ? He asked sternly.
You stared at him silently. You knew just how bad you looked and you weren’t about to play this little game with him. If he was unable to convert weights, it wasn’t your problem.
How much ? He asked as he stared in your eyes.
Thirty, you whispered.
That’s not a little weight, Y/N, he said sternly. That’s a lot.
You lost weight too, you pointed out.
Not as much, he shrugged. And I don’t look like a corpse.
Why, thank you, Marshall, you said as you got up and back to the bedroom.
You sat on the bed and groaned. Last night, he was telling you how beautiful you were and now, he was telling you you looked bad ? Way to talk to a woman… You sighed and buried your face in a pillow. Marshall entered the room and sat next to you, gently stroking your back.
I’m sorry, he whispered in your ear. That was insensitive.
You think ? You groaned.
You have to understand, baby, I’m just worried, he pleaded. I just want to make sure you’re ok. Did you do that on purpose ?
I didn’t, you sighed. I just… Wasn’t hungry anymore, you know ? And then, I got back to France and moved in with my Dad and he kept on pointing out that it’s good that I didn’t put on too much weight in the US, so… I didn’t stop eating on purpose, but I didn’t go out of my way to eat either, I guess. Being depressed doesn’t help in that department either, I guess.
I see, he hummed. I just want you to be healthy, my love.
I know, you said. I’m sorry I snapped.
Try and eat a few bites for breakfast, ok ? There’s pancakes, I know you like these.
I like your pancakes, you clarified.
I promise I’ll cook for you when I get the chance, he chuckled. In the meantime…
Fine, you sighed. I guess I can try and eat that pathetic excuse of a croissant.
Snob, he giggled.
You tried to humor Marshall and ate a few bites of croissant. It wasn’t much but he seemed satisfied. Besides, it meant there was more food left for him, which seemed like a good thing given the fact that he was guzzling everything that was on the table.
I need to eat, he explained. Performing takes a toll on the body. You’re losing water and burning calories. If I don’t eat, I lose thirty pounds in a month of touring.
You’re like an animal on stage, you pointed out.
You should have seen the shows years ago, he chuckled. That was something. At the beginning of my career, I could do like three shows in a night.
I wish I could have seen that, you chuckled. That must have been good.
I guess, he said. Although I was on a lot of drugs and booze, so I’d say I’m a better performer now.
Is that why you don’t tour so much anymore ? You asked.
It is, he confirmed. Besides, I never liked touring too much. Performing, yes, but never being home, not seeing the kids grow up, the constant opportunities to fuck around, drink and do drugs… Not my thing.
I’m glad you did this tour, though, you said softly.
Me too, he said. I’d do a thousand tours if that’s what it took for you to be back in my arms.
You sat on his lap and nuzzled his neck as he kept on eating. You stole a few bites of fruit from his plate, making him smile. You made small talk and researched fun places to visit in Amsterdam before getting ready for the day. As you were getting dressed, you heard a knock on the door and Marshall went to open. It was Paul.
Hey man, Marshall said as he let him in. You know today’s a day off, right ?
I know, but I needed to see you, the managed said. I have paperwork.
Sure. Let’s get this done quick though, we were just heading out. What do I need to sign ? Marshall asked as he sat at the table.
It’s for Y/N, actually, Paul clarified.
You stared at him in surprise. Paul acknowledging you was enough of a surprise but him having paperwork for you was definitely new.
What’s up ? You asked.
Well, seeing as the two of you are together now, we have to take some steps, he said. You know, usual precautions.
As in… ? You asked, not understanding.
I’m having you sign a non-disclosure agreement, Paul explained.
He handed you some paperwork as Marshall groaned.
Are you serious ? Marshall groaned. You’re seriously asking my girlfriend to sign a NDA ?
The last ones did, Paul reminded him.
Man, we just got back together.
Well, you didn’t provide me with the details, Marshall, Paul sighed. It’s just my job as manager to ensure everything’s taken care of. You can never be too careful. just a quick signature, Y/N, if you don’t mind.
Let me have a look at it quickly, you said. What is it about ?
This is a standard non-disclosure agreement, designed to protect Marshall’s privacy and public image. Basically, it’s restricting the disclosure of any personal information regarding him and his family, or any sensitive matter, Paul explained.
Ok, you hummed. So, basically, you guys can… sue me in case anything happens ?
Well, if you disclose anything confidential or publicly slander Marshall or his family, yes, Paul said.
You stared at him in disbelief, a bit insulted by the implication that you would hurt Marshall on purpose. If you were temped to slander anyone here, it was the manager. Marshall was staring at you with an annoyed expression on his face. Clearly, he wasn’t at ease here. You squinted and took a deep breath.
Paul, can I ask you a few questions before I sign ? You asked. Just so that I actually know what I’m signing.
Of course, he said as he took a sit.
You’re a man of law, correct ?
I am, he confirmed. I am an agent and manager, but also a lawyer.
As a man of law, would you agree to the premise that a relationship, in and of itself, is an agreement ? You asked.
I would say that all relationships are contractual, yes, if that’s what you’re asking, he replied calmly.
Now, wouldn’t you say that the basic term of this contract should be mutual trust and respect ?
Indeed, he said, but…
I hope you don’t mind me asking, you said with a smile as you cut him. I’m just confused because I don’t really see the trust and respect, here.
You have to understand that you’re in a relationship with a celebrity, Y/N, he stated sternly. It comes with obligations. I don’t mean to doubt your intentions towards Marshall, of course, but he is not only my friend. He is my client and it is my job to protect his image.
I’d say it’s a little rich considering that I’ve known him for a while and I’m the one whose image has suffered the most, you pointed out. You might have forgotten about that diss track but I haven’t.
You heard Marshall chortle softly. Paul looked at him sternly before turning back to you.
I don’t suppose there’s any clause protecting me, in that NDA ? You asked.
No, but you have to understand that Marshall would have absolutely no benefits slandering you or divulgating information, Paul replied.
Right. It’s true that it’s unlike him to write tracks based on his personal experience, you said sarcastically.
Hey ! Marshall said.
Sorry, babe, it’s for the sake of the argument, here, you said softly. My point is, I trust you and I would never ask you to sign a contract promising that you won’t slander me, because it doesn’t even cross my mind that you would. We just got back together and I would appreciate going on at least one real date before we get paperwork involved.
She’s right, Marshall told Paul.
If you want me to sign an NDA, I’ll do it, you told Marshall. But the request has to come from you, not Paul. And if we do this, I might have a few addendums of my own.
Really ? Paul asked sternly.
Oh yes, you said as you crossed your arms. At least two : one about potential diss tracks that Marshall may write about me, and another about your team’s duty to protect me.
I will let the two of you talk about it, the manager said as he looked at Marshall. But I will get back to you on that matter.
Wouldn’t expect anything else, you said sarcastically.
Have a good day, Paul said.
You too, man, Marshall said as he tried hard not to laugh.
Paul left the paperwork in front of you and left the room. As he closed the door, Marshall looked at you and smiled as he shook his head.
You are one feisty woman, he pointed out.
No one gets to insult me in the morning, you replied. I know Paul doesn’t like me, but that’s a low blow. Seriously, Marshall… a NDA ?
Well, yeah, that’s his job, he replied apologetically. I didn’t even think about it. Of course I trust you, baby.
If it means that much to you, I’ll sign it, you said. But I’m a little hurt by the implication.
Don’t think about it, he said. Let’s just enjoy our day, alright ? I’ll talk to Paul. But you standing up to him… that was something.
You liked it ? You giggled.
Are you kidding ? Little you putting that grown-ass man in his place by using his legal slang ? That was hot.
So I take it that you like women with a temper ? You joked.
Well I do, he chuckled. But smart women with a temper are even sexier. You are the hottest thing, right now.
Is it the use of the word “addendum” that has you all hot and bothered ? You chuckled.
Maybe. Let me show you just how sexy you are when you’re feisty, he said with a grin as he took your arm and led you to the bedroom.
A few hours later, you joined Hailie, Alaina and Stevie for a visit of the city. You even managed to get Marshall to tone down the security thing, arguing that it was Europe, Amsterdam of all places, and that having bodyguards would only draw more attention to him. You only had one security guy with you, dressed casually, and Marshall was dressed unassumingly. He seemed a little nervous at first, but when he realized you were right, he started to relax. You went to Museumsplein, enjoying the architecture and heading to the Van Gogh museum. The girls seemed happy to spend some time with their father and were ecstatic that there wasn’t a ton of security.
Someone’s relaxed, today, Alaina pointed out.
Must be old age, Marshall joked. Seriously, Y/N, you were right. Amsterdam is chill.
It’s one of my favorite cities in Europe, you said.
Do you come here often ? Hailie asked.
Not really, you said. Obviously, I’ve lived in Detroit for the last five years but back when I studied in France, I took a couple of trips here to… enjoy.
Meaning drugs ? Stevie teased.
Yes, you chuckled. I smoked my first blunt here when I was nineteen. My last one, too, actually. When I was twenty-one.
Did you try anything else ? She asked.
No. I’ve never been too attracted to drugs, you shrugged.
Aren’t you in recovery, though ? She asked, visibly puzzled.
Steve, maybe leave her alone ? Marshall interrupted.
It’s fine, you said with a smile. I don’t mind.
You let her ask you a few questions about your journey and your recovery and you answered them truthfully. The others were listening, too. You didn’t mind the curiosity and you thought you’d rather have them ask you questions directly than to assume the worst. Marshall was holding your hand as you walked around the exhibit.
Now that we’ve filled our brains with culture, how about some shopping ? Alaina suggested.
We still have a few days here if we want to do shopping, Stevie pointed out.
How long do you plan on staying here ? You asked.
About three days, Marshall said.
Then, Dad planned on flying to Paris to see you, Hailie recalled.
You girls know about that ? He asked surprised.
Yes, they replied in unison.
And I thought I was being discreet with my plans, he chuckled. Well obviously, the plan has slightly changed.
I would gladly enjoy Europe for a while, Hailie said. I’d love to visit Paris, go to Italy…
That would be a nice family vacation, Alaina agreed.
I guess, Stevie shrugged. Although I can’t wait to see my boyfriend.
They just moved in together, Hailie explained. They’re still glued to each other. Kind of like you and Dad, she added with a smile as she stared at his hand in yours.
We can chill in Europe for a while, Marshall said. I have about three weeks off anyway.
Seriously ? Hailie asked in excitement.
Sure, he shrugged. You can even fly your boyfriends, fiancés, whatever, in. It’s going to take a bit of logistics, but I guess we can make that work.
You are the best Dad ever, Stevie said as she hugged him.
I’m on it, Alaina said. I don’t have to work for the next two weeks. I will organize the best family vacations for us.
The girls were excited and Marshall was all smiles. Obviously, making them happy made him happy as well. They talked about their plans while you stared at a couple of paintings.
It’s nice, you commented. You having family vacations with your grown-up kids.
I’ve spent so much time touring lately, I’m happy to spend time with them, he said.
You’re going to have a blast, you said with a smile.
I hope so, he replied. What do you say, pretty girl ? Do you want to tag along ?
I should just let you enjoy with them, you said.
I want you with me, though, he said as he kissed your temple.
One condition though, you said. I’ll stick around if they’re ok with me being here.
That’s fair, he said.
He turned to his daughters.
Girls, we just said partners are allowed for this vacation, right ? He asked with a smile.
Yes, Dad, Y/N is invited, Hailie chuckled. But we still want some time alone with you, though.
You got it, he said with a smile. Thank you !
You smiled at them and mouthed a “Thank you”. You were happy they included you but you didn’t want to intrude. You got out of the museum and went for some shopping. Now that you were sticking around, you needed to buy a few more clothes anyway.
We’ll have to do some shopping, just the two of us, Marshall whispered in your ear.
We’re already shoppin nowg, you pointed out with a smile.
Yes, but I can’t take you shopping for lingerie with my kids, he chuckled.
Might as well hit some sex shops, too while we’re at it, you joked.
I think I’m going to enjoy these holidays, he said with a smile.
It was a joke, you quickly said.
We do have six months to catch up on, he said seductively in your ear. I hope you’re not planning on walking too much because you might be disappointed.
You blushed and giggled nervously, like a schoolgirl. He flashed a charming smile at you and went on to talk to Stevie, who was getting bored while her sisters were browsing the store. You were looking at a couple of items when Hailie came to you.
Can I talk to you ? She asked.
Sure, you said nervously.
The two of you went outside of the store. Everything was good with Hailie, but you were still a bit nervous. She might be a girl your age, but she had definitely inherited her Dad’s charisma and the memories of the day she went off on you were enough to make you worry about what she had to say.
What’s up ? You asked after a few seconds of silence.
I just wanted to thank you again, she said. Dad seems really happy that you’re here. I haven’t seen him this relaxed in years. I mean, family vacations out of the blue and hanging out without tons of security usually doesn’t happen for us.
Thank you for flying me in, you said.
Also, I wanted to clear the air… Obviously, I disapprove of you cheating on my best friend to be with my Dad but I see how good the two of you are for each other. And since Josh is over you now, I don’t see a reason why I should keep on being mad at you, she said.
Thanks, you sighed in relief. You know, I’m not a cheater… I’m not going to deny that I cheated on Josh and I know how wrong that was. Believe me, I still hate myself for it. But that’s not who I am.
I hope so, she said with a smile. Because if you cheat on Dad or if you hurt him, I will be your worst nightmare.
I don’t doubt that, you chuckled. But believe me, I will not hurt him.
She gave you a small hug and you went back to shopping while making small talk. As the afternoon came to an end, you went back to the hotel and spent a bit of time there before going to dinner. You were getting ready for his birthday dinner. You got dressed and joined him in the living room area.
You’re stunning, he said with a smile.
You don’t look too bad yourself, you giggled.
Next to you, I look like a peasant, he joked. I don’t know how I got so lucky.
You look incredible, you said as you stroked his cheek. In fact, if we weren’t almost late for dinner, I would gladly show you how attractive I think you are…
You’re such a tease, he groaned.
And you love it, you chuckled. Come on, we’re going to be late !
I swear, the second we’re back in the room, I am tying you to this bed.
The two of you went downstairs to the restaurant, as directed by his daughters. In the elevator, it was just the two of you and he took it as a great opportunity to make out. You loved having him all over you like this. It was the best feeling in the world. When you got to the restaurant, you were greeted by his daughters, his team and some other people who had flown in to celebrate him. He seemed genuinely surprised and happy to see everyone. As he was making his rounds and saying hi to everybody, you spotted Talia and Jamal. You immediately ran to hug them. After all, you hadn’t seen them in ages.
My baby ! Talia shrieked.
I missed you guys, you said as you took them in your arms.
We missed you too, sis’, Jamal chuckled.
It’s so great that you are here, you said in excitement.
Of course, we wouldn’t miss Em’s birthday, Jamal replied.
You know me, I could care less about this old man’s birthday, Talia joked. I came to see my bestie !
I heard that, Marshall grinned from behind you.
The four of you giggled and he hugged them before grabbing your hand.
Sorry guys, I have to steal her for a minute, he said with a smile.
You better give her back, Em, Talia warned playfully.
I just need to introduce my girl to a few people, he said.
He grabbed your hand and took you to meet a few of his friends. This time, it did feel like something official. You weren’t used to holding his hand in public, but it was pleasing. You would have expected him to be more distant with other people around and, in a way, he wasn’t as touchy-feely as when it was just the two of you, but he was still extremely soft with you.
Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend, he said with a smile. Y/N, this is Andre and Curtis.
By “Andre and Curtis”, he was casually referring to Dr Dre and 50 Cent. Your hip-hop knowledge may not have been the greatest but you were still very much aware that you were in front of two legends. You felt suddenly shy.
Nice to meet you, you said shyly as you shook their hands.
Very nice to meet you, Y/N, Andre said.
We didn’t know you had such a pretty girl, man, Curtis said with a smile. Kept her hidden ?
Kind of, Marshall chuckled.
So, what do you do, Y/N ? Dre asked. I mean, besides putting up with him, which is probably a full-time job.
With lots of overtime, you joked. I’m actually a PhD Researcher in communications.
A doctor, actually, Marshall corrected.
Right, you chuckled.
So what you mean to say is that she’s really smart and still puts up with you ? Curtis asked.
I’m not too sure why, but I’m happy she does, Marshall grinned, causing you to blush.
How did you meet ? Andre asked.
In the studio, Marshall simply said. She put up with me while I recorded the album.
And you’re still here, Y/N ? Curtis asked. We all know how that man can get when he’s in the zone…
They all chuckled, as it was apparently generally accepted that Marshall could be an ass when he was in recording-mode. They got to talking about recording and some newly released albums that they thought were good and you listened. Hearing him talk so passionately about hip-hop was always fascinating. He also seemed truly at ease and relaxed. Obviously, they were good friends of his and there was a lot of mutual respect between them.
At dinner, you sat next to Talia and Jamal, enjoying their company. You had missed them a lot and you were almost emotional. They told you how happy they were that you and Marshall were back together. At the end of the meal, dessert came : a huge cake with fifty-two candles.
Make a wish, you whispered in Marshall’s ear.
My wish came true yesterday, he chuckled.
Another one, then, you giggled.
Fine.
He closed his eyes for a second and blew the candles in one breath as everyone clapped.
Time for presents ? Dre asked.
No need for presents, guys, Marshall shrugged. You guys coming is enough. Unless it’s a Lions victory for the Superbowl. Then I want that.
He got a few great presents but the stars of the show were the plaques he was presented with, by Dre and Fifty, celebrating the album that was already certified platinum in the US, as well as Track 12, that was streamed more than 50 000 000 times already.
I believe that deserves a speech, Curtis suggested.
Fuck, Marshall said, visibly emotional. Uh… Ok. Obviously, I’d like to thank all of you for coming here and celebrating my birthday, especially while I’m on tour. I’m thankful for all of the surprises. I’m very grateful for everyone who was involved in planning the album and the tour. I know I’ve been a pain in the ass this year and I can’t promise I’ll be easier to put up with as time goes on but I appreciate each and everyone of you and…
He took a deep breath.
This album means a lot to me. I’m lucky to have had an amazing run and I’m not sure I will put out a lot of albums in the future, but regardless, I can say that if this had to be the last, I’d be proud to end on such a high note. And as for Track 12… You guys know I don’t really care about numbers but this one holds a special place in my heart. It’s the last track we produced for the album. We made it in secret a few days before wrapping the project. Very few people knew about it and the fact that it turns out to be such a success is crazy to me. I have to thank my man Jamal for the beat, Skylar, of course, without whose voice I couldn’t have done it and… Y/N, he added as he looked at you lovingly. The track would not exist without you and you are an incredible lyricist.
He kissed your cheek as he sat down and you couldn’t help but blush. Everyone chuckled and clapped before eating cake and over-indulging on champagne, for the most of them. The party went on for a few hours and you enjoyed yourself. It was really chill and you got to spend time with all the people you had missed since you left Detroit. Eventually, people started going to bed and you decided to do the same. The only problem was that Marshall was the one who had the key to the room and he was nowhere to be found.
Have you seen Marshall ? You asked Royce.
I think he’s outside with Tracy, he shrugged.
You went to search for him and, indeed, you found him with her. You hadn’t seen much of Tracy yet. As far as you knew, she was a longtime member of his team, working as some sort of assistant. You had never met her before, but it wasn’t too surprising seeing as Marshall was in album mode back then. They seemed to be in deep conversation and didn’t even notice that you were approaching.
Does she know about us ? She asked.
Nope, he said. I don’t see why she should. It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past anyway.
I sucked your dick in your hotel room two days ago, Marshall, she said sternly. How can you say it’s in the past ?
You unintentionally let out a gasp, causing the two of them to look at you. She covered her mouth with her hand, as Marshall stared at you with terror on his face.
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Damian has been in the family for a while he has made his peace with Drake understood that no matter what he has a place but he still can't understand the dynamics. Maybe it isn't exactly the most intelligent choice to track down Todd and ask but he figured it was the best option.
Sitting on Todd's couch in the middle of crime alley eating a dish he can only vaguely remember his mother making he isn't exactly regretting it yet.
"So let me get this straight bat brat, you don't get how people work so you came to me?" Todd's confusion isn't exactly surprising but it is unhelpful to his plight.
"No I understand people, well when I have to I do not understand the bats." He at the moment can't bring himself to actually act with the dignity his mother expects of him another way Gotham had corrupted him.
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Jason can't say he expected to feed and be interrogated by the demon brat he just wanted to relax but this isn't exactly a surprise now that the kid has chilled out he was almost waiting for it.
"You want me to give you a cheat sheet to how our family actually works becusse you are now realizing that Talia didn't understand shit and it fucked you?"
He can't keep the pure joy out of his voice knowing that he is actually gonna get to knock the kid down a peg after today.
"Not in those words Todd but I understand you have a perspective that I may lack."
God demon looks pissed below the joy he understand that this is actually important and he needs to explain this well knowing this could make or break the already pretty fucked up kid.
"Alright listen and don't fucking interrupt me save your questions and bitchness for the end do I make myself clear."
Holding the kids eyes he sees the kid is actually paying attention as he nods maybe Dickie really did find out the secrets housebreaking who knows.
"Ok let's start with me and I'm gonna be sappy for ten seconds and if you ever repeat this I will shoot you and put you in another duffle bag ok, ok good. I'm your brother I love you would kill for you that whole bullshit. I'm also Dick's, and Tim's brother, on days I don't want to kill the old man I'm his son."
God he's gonna need a smoke after this bullshit fuck he sees the kid is nodding good he hasn't lost him.
"Now Dick is my older brother he's not yours you can lie to yourself all you fucking want but he's your dad teaching you how to be a real boy and all that shit."
He sees an embarrassed flush and the start of protests but he's not dealing with it that bullshit the kid can work on in his own time.
" You wanted it your gonna fucking hear it, now Tim-Tam the sleep deprived idiot is a bit more complicated."
He takes a breath trying to put into words what he wants to say.
"Why is Drake complicated wouldn't he be somewhat easy" the confusion isn't a good sign maybe it is better the kid came so he can restrain him if he has too.
"Tim is the best of us alright, he's someone I want to protect I love him truly even if he's an annoying little shit. Now listen Tim is a lot like you when it comes to Dick crossing the line between Dad and Brother. Tim will always side with Dick that's his Robin and Tim is Dick's. You can't be a jealous little shit here because I don't even fully understand them."
"Bruce isn't Tim"s dad at least on his end Dick is, Bruce loves Tim but no one can ever replace Dickie just like you which is honestly half the reason you hated the kid."
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Damian is now regretting this conversation he thought this would be simple once again he has somewhat lost his mind since coming to Gotham.
Yet he knows Todd's right that the way Grayson looks at Drake is the same look he gets and the same part of him who loves his animals and loves Richard feels guilty because he knew. He just didn't want to admit it.
"Why I don't understand why is Timothy so different to any of us even you, both of us tried to kill him yet he seems to matter so much"
frustration is leaking through but this is what he wanted to know why Drake is so important even to him why, what is so special about him.
Todd is hesitating but slowly steeling himself Damian cant help but to copy him knowing whatever comes out isn't gonna be easy it's gonna hurt but he asked didn't he.
"Tim was the first, the one to really unlock Dick not being well a dick he knows parts of all of us, secretswhatever, the shit that matters. Bruce, Dick, me even you, we don't run shit ok Wayne Entetprises, plans Tim does. Dick and Tim are the glue holding us together without them we would be fucked you know that."
"That's what's so special about him everything we do Tim has a part of he's genuinely irreplaceable and it bothers the fuck out of both of us."
Damian can't breathe he just runs words he never wanted admitted are stabbing through his mind he doesn't stop until somehow he ends up in his bed at the manor he just hides pushing it down the real reason he tried to kill his brother the fact that he almost broke the family he just hides he shouldn't have asked.
Maybe Richard was right being naive was a gift and now he can't go back.
#batfamily#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#this is so not flushed out this is a mess#bruce wayne#tim drake#batfam#ehhh it's something
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Batfam/Batboys with a Yandere S/O
[This is something I wanted to write personally and decided to share with all of ya'll. Please remember this is fiction, since it has come to my attention that it needs to be stated. I do not condone this behavior, I just enjoy writing it. Thank you, enjoy.]
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Batman/Bruce Wayne:
Yan S/O is devoted to him, would literally kill anyone just to make him happy.
Even if Bruce knows that your love for him isn't healthy, he doesn't let you go. He honestly finds comfort in your love, it's tight like collar on the both of you. Yet, he can't help himself but let your chains keep him together.
You love him to the point of no return. Willing to forsake the world, morals, everything. Even Talia can't do that. You want to hold him and keep him safe in your sickingly-sweet embrace.
Bruce has a case of savior complex with you, thinking he can change you. Where your desires to coat Gotham in red aren't necessary for him to love you.
But to you, it matters that you try to kill anyone in your way to Bruce's heart, or maybe just managing to keep them at arms-length.
Those finky, so-called, "villians" are apart of your anger. They CRAVE Batmans attention, which should only be for YOU.
Bruce and Batman do their best to keep you from killing villians. Most times failing and trying to cover it up for your sake and his reputation.
I could see Yan S/O just straight up telling Bruce that they are gonna raise his childern..
Which is kinda true, since they managed to get Alfred's approval. 《No clue how...》
Anyway, Yan S/O is around for all of the Batfam. Being the kindest and sweetest parental figure ever. Often threatening and hurting villians when they try to get in the way of family outings or straight up killing them under the guise of "self-defense."
You teach your way of "love" to Dick and then so on and so fourth. Causing a horrible cycle and generation of yandere Batfam. It's kinda funny.
"Just what exactly are you teaching him (Y/N)?" Bruce asked you, his tone accusing as he watched you clean up blood off the floor of the parlor room.
Jason sat on a small armchair, a notepad in hand as he re-reads over his notes.
Dick strolls up beside the older Wayne, watching the scene.
"Oh! I remember when you taught me that trick, gotta remember this little-wing!"
Richard [Dick] Grayson:
This man has been emotionally starved, having been raised by Bruce.
Dick has been in many romantic relationships, but they mostly fall flat and him and his romantic partners become just friends. Which is fine, but he still yearns for a romantic connection.
Or honestly a positive connection that has someone caring for him instead. Yes he's a good brother and son, but Bruce and his brothers mostly depend on him as the "happy-go-luck Dick Grayson".
Not the moody and depressed part of him.
Yet he meets Yan S/O, who is pretty much his personal everything. Cheerleader, bestie, (beside Wally), cuddle buddy, ect.
In your eyes, he could do no nothing wrong. You hold no high standard as how he should be seen.
He doesn't need to be the "Nightwing of Bludhaven" nor the "sweet and handsome Grayson".
He is YOURS, and you are his.
"Hey~ Welcome back," you whisper kindly. Aiding him inside the apartment. More-so dragging him in with strength he didn't know you possess.
Dick smiles at you, his eyes tired and body woozy from working late hours.
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Jason Todd:
Jason never really grew up in a loving home, when he did however, it was taken away from him very early on.
So when any once of love he gets from Yan S/O, he tries to push it away. Thinking he'll loose it, somehow.
Yet if Yan S/O proves their devotion, Jason will accept their advances.
He doesn't see you as a total threat to himself, to other's though, that's a different story..
You listen to him, wanting to know every bits and fucked-up pieces of him.
You don't see him as some type of puzzle to finish, you just want to know him. To love him.
Holding his hands in your own, you place them on your forehead. Breathing out a content sigh, tracing his fingers gently. As if he was made out of porcelain and not a monster he saw himself as.
Tim Drake [Wayne]:
Tim is concerned about Yan S/O affections, finding them perfect. Too perfect.
He's afraid to love them, because Yan S/O is all he could imagine as a perfect lover for him.
Kind, attentive, uncaring of his coffee addiction.
Someone who'll listen to him need out about ANYTHING.
It could be the stupid-est thing ever, yet you'll stare him like a love stricken idiot.
Even when he talks about someone he likes, you'll still smile. With clear hurt in your eyes, yet never sabotage his dates or try to change his mind. Just listen with a open heart, hoping for the privilege to let you love him.
He honestly doesn't want to push it, knowing you'd have to have a limit.
But you never crack..
It drives him mad.
To the point where he surrenders himself to you.
There was no one who could be as "perfect" as you.
"Hey! Hey!" You squeak, feeling Tim's cold hands touch your cheeks. Squeezing them together to make a fish-face, leaning in to give you a small peck.
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Damien Al Ghul/Wayne:
Straight up opposite of Tim.
Damien pushes your button's, wanting to see if you had the guts to kill for him.
Not believing that you were worthy enough for him.
He is a Al Ghul.
A Wayne.
Yan S/O thinks saying a heartful declaration of love will sway his heart. Not even a little.
You have to be persistent for Damiens attention, clingy but not to the point of becoming a annoyance and a bother.
Hell, maybe even uncaring. Giving up on the chase, which pisses Damien off.
Weren't you the one that wanted to be with him!?
Yan S/O acts like loving him was a phase. Which upsets him even more, he acts like it's not bothering him.
He starts missing your presence, whether if you were happy or timid around him.
"You already stuck around this long, might as well reward your efforts." Damien scowls, opening his hand out for you to take. A big smile breaks onto your face, which makes Damien freeze.
You won.
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[Hope you enjoyed! Everythings appreciated!]
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Hi I’m back.
But mad now.
WHY IS EVERYONE (expect Tim) TREATING MY BABY LUCY SO BAD!?
No one was in that room supporting her after the shooting.
Angela and Nyla treated her like shit, looking at her like she’s less then. Acting like her failing to make detective was actually her own fault!?
The way Nolan fucked up and ends up on fucking tv!? While Lucy “makes a mistake” at a scene and gets taunted!?
No one our girl is spiraling lately. The only person she has right now is Tim. He has been unwavering in his support.
I’m so mad 😤 and then I’m also nervous because next week it seems like they’re making Tim abandon Lucy!? And like wtf is that!? He better explain himself and not join the dark side. He’s all we have for her right now (unless we include Tamara but she’s MIA)
Who do we talk to about giving my baby a better support team and friends!? Jackson would never.
LUCY RISKED HER FUCKING LIFE TONIGHT TO STOP THAT GUNMAN AND A SINGLE ONE OF THEM SEEMED TO CARE! (Again excluding our husband Tim Bradford)
See, I don't know if it's because I saw that hospital scene first - I forgot about the time change so that's the only scene I caught live - but I didn't think they were treating Lucy that badly (or maybe I expected worse).
She was the suspect of a shooting, she had to be isolated. That's standard procedure. We saw some of it in 1.08 when Nolan shot someone, killing him in the process. Talia had to secure the scene while he was waiting in the hallway alone. Same when Grey showed up. It's in Lucy's best interest that they follow the procedure to the letter so she can be cleared.
But that doesn't mean people weren't there to support her. Nolan and Aaron showed up for her. They were just waiting outside. Grey was asking how she was doing. The reason why Tim was able to go directly to her is because he wasn't involved in the orginal case or the pending IA investigation. And as soon as they got an update, Grey and Wesley immediately went to her to ease her mind. Now, Wesley's reaction seemed a bit harsh, but in my opinion, he was just trying to warn her of what could possibly happen in the worst case scenario so she could prepare herself. He didn't insist on doing the interview while it was still fresh or anything. Maybe he could have been more empathetic instead of matter-of-fact, but Grey and Tim's reactions balanced him. Especially Tim! I love that final scene of the two of them so much.
I'm going to circle back on the Angela and Nyla thing in another post (I have a couple of asks on that topic as well). But I will say that between the Pentagram killer + the shooting, I'm sure they were both very busy. And again, they couldn't be seen talking to Lucy either. But the look of horror and terror on their faces when Lucy fell down in that alley was rather telling.
Now, there is a part that pissed me off as much as you and that's Nolan getting on TV after messing up… The double treatment is so jarring. I miss the days where making a mistake had some consequences for everyone. The man is like Teflon, nothing sticks anymore.
Anyway, back to Lucy…. I don't think she's as alone as she thinks. She feels isolated, that's clear. I'm going to write about this later once I gather my thoughts a bit more but there was a small moment that I think illustrate this difference of perspective : at the hospital, when she was alone in that room, she saw Grey and Wesley look at her before turning away. We, as the viewer, know that Grey was asking how she was holding up. But I can see how, for her, it would look entirely different. She's in a bad place mentally and it's all piling up.
And like you said, it's going to get worse before it gets better, with Tim going MIA. That said, this last scene at the hospital makes me believe that he will have a good reason for not telling Lucy. Most likely because it concerns a classified matter or something like that. I just can't picture the man who was rushing through the hospital to get to her, will suddenly disappear on her when she needs him the most. There has to be more to that story.
But yes, moments like these really remind me how much I miss Jackson 😭 You can truly feel his absence. Lucy needs friends.
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Mending a Family 17/?
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Jason woke up with the feeling of wrongness deep in his chest (core).
Rage, rage, rage.
Jason knew he had to calm down, but he couldn’t. He knew; he just knew someone uninvited was in his haunt. Jason sneered; they could harm his family. He called a bit of ectoplasm in his hands and got the knife from under his pillow.
Whoever had decided to invade his haunt was going to regret it.
Jason opened his door in time to see Jazz and Danny leave their rooms, their eyes glowing. (If he had looked in a mirror, Jason would’ve noticed his eyes were glowing, too.)
Jazz held a green and white staff while Danny held a ball of glowing ice. That wouldn’t do.
“Danny, stay here with your sister.”
“Jason, I’m not staying here while we’re under attack,” Jazz said.
“No, not you, with Ellie,” Jason knew he needed all the help he could get; there were too many invaders in his haunt. “Danny, if anyone either than me or Jazz come in, leave with Ellie.”
Danny scowled, angry.
“What, no! I can help.”
“Danny, I won’t be able to fight as well if you’re in danger. I need you to be safe, or I’ll be distracted. Just, please, listen to what I say.”
Danny pouted and crossed his arms. He stared into Jason’s eyes.
“Fine, but I don’t like it.”
“Thanks, chum.”
Jason and Jazz went out and looked into the woods that surrounded their house. They didn’t see anyone, but they knew the intruders were there. Jazz and Jason stared at each other before nodding and going in their direction. Splitting up wasn’t ideal, but the other could still get the children out if one fell.
Jason brought up an ectoplasm ball to his hand again. He looked around but saw no one.
It was years of experience that had him dodging. Soon he was being attacked.
Jason fought back and noticed that he knew the fighting style. It was the League of Assassins. Fuck.
Why were they here? He had left the League a while ago. Were they here because he had left the League? In the end, it didn’t matter. He had to get them away from his family, even if it meant killing them.
Jason fought hard, incapacitating three, but five more showed up. Even with his ghostly powers, he had trouble fighting this many opponents who knew what they were doing. They dodged ectoblasts and took his intangibility in strides. He hoped Jazz was doing okay. Just as he was about to attack again, a woman’s voice rang out, “Enough!”
Jason groaned. Talia Al Ghul stepped out of the shadows wearing a black body suit. She had a sword strapped on her back, a gun on her side, and knives strapped on her thighs.
“Talia,” Jason acknowledged, resigned. He would have to move. Fuck, Talia would never stop hunting him. Why was she even here? She hadn’t contacted him when he was in Gotham (he would never admit how much that hurt.), and now that he wants to leave his past behind, she shows up.
“Now, habibi, is that any way to greet your mother?”
Jason gritted his teeth because she was right. She gave birth to a new him (via Lazarus pit), cared for him during his catatonic stage, and taught him how to walk, talk, and fight. In every sense of the word, Talia was a mother to Jason. A fucked up, assassin mother, but a mother nonetheless. A mother who abandoned him in Gotham after his failure.
Jason was taken out of his musings when he heard Jazz being dragged, loudly by her part, through the woods.
“I approve of her, habibi; she’s a strong fighter.”
“Who are you people? Let me go, now!”
Jazz had trouble breaking free from the assassins holding her, even with her augmented strength. (Jason noticed it was the bigger, muscley ones holding her down…and there were four of them.)
“Let her go, Talia.”
Talia nodded toward the assassins, and they quickly let Jazz loose. Jazz came to Jason’s side, staff ready to attack.
“Do you know these people, Jason?”
“Jazz, meet Talia, my assassin mom. Talia, meet my sister, Jazz.”
“Hmm,” Talia hummed, “are you going to invite me to your place, habibi?”
No, Jason wanted to say, but if Talia was here, she knew about Danny and Ellie. She already confirmed she knew about Jazz. Besides, Jason needed to know what Talia wanted and why she was suddenly back in Jason’s life.
“They stay,” Jason pointed vaguely toward the assassins. He didn’t want them anywhere near the kids.
Talia gave a hand gesture, and the assassins melted into the shadows. Jason could still feel them in his haunt.
The walk back to the house was silent. Jason was hyperaware of the intruders in his haunt and of Talia walking by him. He couldn’t help but imagine the worse. Why was Talia here? She didn’t seem surprised by his powers. Was it because she was good at hiding her emotions, or was it because she knew? Did she know about Danny’s power? Ellie?
Sometimes he understood Bruce’s need to know everything and make plans around them. Then when things come back to bite in the ass, at least there are ways to combat it.
Jason sat down in one of the chairs when they reached the house. He looked at Talia and gestured toward the other chair. No way in hell he was letting her in the house.
“I’m going to check on the children so you two can talk. Excuse me.”
Jazz entered the house.
Talia raised an eyebrow toward Jason. Jason crossed his arms. He knew Talia wanted to go in the house, too. He refused. She sighed and sat on the chair opposite him.
“What are you doing here, Talia? Hell, why did you even look for me? I left the League a while ago, and you didn’t care to contact me when I was in Gotham.”
“Your father is worried about you.”
“Oh, so now you’re Bruce’s messenger? When did he even contact you?”
“My Beloved didn’t contact me. It was Damian.”
Jason was surprised. He hadn’t had much contact with the newest Robin. He had only seen Damian in passing in the League, and the Bat and his birds kept the kid as far away as they could from Jason. He didn’t blame them after what he had done to Tim in his green-tinged raging mind.
“Why would Damian care if I’m gone?”
“Your departure has…unsettled your father and family.”
Jason snorted.
“What, they’re waiting to hear news how the black sheep of the Bat Family has gone on another killing spree?”
Talia’s expression could almost be described as soft.
“Your father misses you.”
“He misses a boy that died. He misses having me under his thumb, not me. Not this Jason Todd.”
Silence reigned for a few moments.
“Come back with me. I can protect you and your son. I can keep Jasmine and Danielle safe.”
Jason sneered, “You mean so you can have new weapons to use? What will you do, brainwash my son like you brainwashed me? Are you going to keep Ellie and Jazz under your control? Give us over to Ra’s?”
“All your actions were your own, habibi.”
Jason turned away from Talia and stared into the woods. Somehow, he was able to see the assassins this time around. (He didn’t know his eyes were glowing. He didn’t know Talia was watching his eyes with interest.)
“I don’t want my family in that environment. Danny deserves to be a child, not a weapon.”
Talia inclined her head, “If that’s what you wish, Jason. I only wanted to give you the option.”
Talia rose from her seat, “You won’t tell Bruce, will you?”
Talia smiled, “No, habibi. Your father won’t learn of your location from me. You must know, though, that Bruce will learn sooner or later of your whereabouts. He won’t stop looking.”
“I think once he finds out I’m not killing people, he’ll stop looking for his greatest failure,” Jason traced his scar.
Talia looked up sharply, following Jason’s finger.
“Did Bruce do that?”
Jason’s silence spoke volumes.
“Bruce rarely acts foolishly, but he makes grave mistakes when it happens. Like letting that clown live.”
Jason’s Adam’s apple bobbed at the mention of his murderer.
“Please, don’t tell him.”
“Your secret is safe with me. Do expect me to keep in touch, though.”
Jason nodded, knowing there was no point in discouraging Talia Al Ghul. She gave him a peck on his cheeks and walked into the woods.
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Talia raised her hand to halt her assassins. She was being followed.
“Show yourself.”
A little boy with black hair and glowing green eyes suddenly appeared before her. He was sneering.
“Hello, Daniel.”
“It’s Danny. You better not hurt my daddy, or I’ll make you regret it.”
Daniel’s eyes glowed stronger with the emotions behind them.
“I wouldn’t hurt my son.”
“Parents hurt their children all the time,” Daniel balled his little fists.
Hmm, interesting reaction.
Talia approached the little boy and put her hand on his shoulder. His little fists started glowing Lazarus green.
“Jason has a strong and precious son. I’m glad that my son has found you, little one. He needs more love than his father, or I can ever give him. Thank you.”
Little fists unclenched in surprise.
“I won’t call you ‘grandmother’ if that’s what you’re fishing for.”
Talia smiled, “I don’t expect you to.”
Then she disappeared into the night.
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Damian picked up his phone.
“Mother,” he greeted.
“Damian. Jason is fine. He doesn’t want to be found by your father and his little brood. I won’t tell you where he is; he’s been betrayed by his parents more than enough.”
Before he could answer, she hung up.
“Ugh,” he yelled, throwing his phone against the wall and breaking it.
“Baby bat, what’s wrong?”
Richard walked into Damian’s room. He was visiting the family with little Mar’i.
Damian hesitated momentarily before confessing, “I asked mother to look for Todd. She found him but refused to tell me where he is.”
Richard exhaled sharply.
“Did she tell you anything?”
“Just that he’s fine and doesn’t want to be found,” Damian answered bitterly. He never thought his mother would do this to him.
“She said enough parents have betrayed Todd. I didn’t even know she viewed herself as Todd’s parent.”
Why had she never mentioned it? Damian hadn’t seen Todd many times in the League, and he had been behind Talia the two or three times he had. Grandfather would sometimes complain about his mother’s pet project, but Damian would have never imagined that his mother saw Todd as a son.
His brother had been kept from him by both of his parents. He wondered how different things would’ve been if he had met Jason in the League.
Richard sat by Damian, “What’s wrong, Dami?”
“Do you think father will ever stop feeling bad if Todd never returns?”
“He’ll come back. If not, we’ll find him and tell him how much we miss him.”
“But if he doesn’t want to come back, what then?”
Richard didn’t have an answer.
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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Twenty-Nine
pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli
warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying.
summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.
author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.
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What. The. Fuck.
The doctor had been no help at all. If anything he’d been worse than no help because the man had pretty much told him from the tests he’d gotten back during his post tour check up, he seemed like he was in perfect health. When Chris had told him about his shoulder, of course, he’d examined him, but then he’d come up with nothing. Nothing.
Hearing that had echoed in Chris’ head, over and over, even as the doctor ordered more tests, an ultrasound, and x-ray, just to cover their bases, make sure that nothing was going seriously wrong with his joint. He might not be an athlete, but performing was a part of his life, he’d rather not do it in pain, and having a doctor that understood that was important. But mostly Chris was just lost in his head right now as he left the office.
He was sitting in his car thinking about the fact that right then, at least, he’d found nothing. He could tell Ricky that there were still more tests, but, would that matter when Chris, Chris had felt his mark, it had reacted yesterday. It had been reacting, he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t, but it had been aching, hurting, and it just.. What was happening.
Should he call one of his friends that did the soulmate research? Should he log in to one of the message boards to see if anyone else had heard of people with deceased soulmates getting this kind of, of, sensations?
He was so confused.
The most confusing part was that fucking kiss, if he was honest. It had been barely a peck on the lips, and it had turned his head around, but that had been from the tingle in his skin that had followed it.. The tingle that screamed at him, why did he bother coming to the doctors at all, when the tiniest kiss had made the very skin his soulmate mark sit on, feel like that? Because his soulmate was dead, that was why. Furthermore, Ricky was Talia’s soulmate, not his. End of story.
It wasn’t even the first time Ricky had kissed him, nor the most intense. They’d completely made out before, years ago, before he’d gotten engaged to Julia, or Ricky had met Grace.. Before either of their lives had gotten fucked up. Had his mark reacted then? No. Not at all. So why was it reacting now? It didn’t make any sense to him.
Should he ask the boards, call one of his researcher friends.. Or, should he do as he had promised yesterday, just go home and talk to Rick about what the doctor said, and go from there?
Split the difference, he wasn’t calling his researcher friend yet, because this wasn’t just about him, this was about Rick, and in turn Talia too. Chris wasn’t going to talk to anyone else without them agreeing first. However, he could do something anonymously. He pulled out his phone, made sure his VPN was running, and went to post a question to the board as a guest only.
Ever heard of anyone with a Passed Soulmate, that's started experiencing strange sensations from their tattoo, during specific moments. For e.g. Intimate contact, aka, kissing? Strange sensations such as distinct tingling, almost burning up etc.
Chris paused, before sending the message from his phone and posting it on the board, not sure what kind of responses he would get; after he did that, he closed the window so he wasn’t tempted to just sit there and keep refreshing the page and waiting. Even then, it took a moment of restraint for him to not open his phone again and check the post almost instantly. Chris knew he wasn’t likely to get a response already, didn’t make it easier not to feel the need to want some sort of answer, something, anything to sooth this feeling inside of him. After a moment, he knew what he should do, go home, go home and do what he said he was going to do, touch base and talk to Ricky. Last time, he learned the hard way that he needed to talk to thigh around him more, to connect with others and stop isolating himself, just like he’d watch Ricky do dealing with Grace despite his warnings. As difficult as all this was, as painful as everything was concerning losing his soulmate had turned out to be, which was shocking because for the longest time he had been so in love, so happy, he’d convinced himself he didn’t need a soulmate, and then it all slipped through his fingers..
He didn’t know which had hurt more, losing his fiancé, or his soulmate.
One knew him and still chose to walk out of his life, and the other, never got to make that choice. Neither would be something he wished on anyone else. As he drove, he tried not to be distracted from the buzz of notifications of his phone, forcing himself not to look, his car system not telling him they were texts or calls so they weren’t important. Even if they were from the message board. They could wait until he got home.
He pulled over to the side to check a second later. He was too impatient to wait until he got home, obviously.
Oh, it was a reply to his message alright, another anonymous one.
Man, sounds like you got a tattoo STD, be careful you going kissy kissy with 😘😘😘
Chris threw his phone down on the seat of his car with a groan.
“Shit.”
The message board was only for those with tattoos, eighteen and up with verification, but it never stopped underage little shits from getting in.. and even then, he couldn’t even be sure it was someone that was underage. For a board that was supposed to help people, some of them were complete morons despite claims to have lost their soulmate. There were days that some people just seemed to only want to be there to spread the pain, and it made Chris irate sometimes. Massaging his temples, he started his car again and continued to drive home.
Ricky had been messaging Talia most of the morning, worried about Chris. He found himself wanting to make sure that she was doing okay as well, knowing that she had to be dealing with a lot, not just with her break down, but also after the backlash with Grace. He was thankful, though, that the general response to his video had so far seemed to be positive in light, or at least, what was still visible.
By the time he had gotten online to check to see what was happening with social media, so much had already happened. Even though he’d turned off the ability to comment on the video he had made himself about the soulmate situation, the fans always found a way to talk about it. Whether it was commenting on past videos, past Instagram posts, tweets, or whatever you called them on the X app now, there was always a way for the fans to make themselves known, whether it be for good or bad.
Ricky had a feeling there was at least a lot of hate that had disappeared before he got online, probably that he would never have seen anyway, considering he’d been informed that Grace had deleted all of her online profiles. An in pouring of support had come for him, Talia, Ava, and Vinny after the way they’d been treated after Grace’s Instagram live. After the hate that they’d all gotten for the way she claimed they’d acted in her version of events. Was it horrible that Ricky almost felt bad that he could cause a person's opinion to turn on a dime with nothing but his word?
Almost.
He’d been honest, though, and Grace hadn’t. She’d forced his hand and if she’d left well enough alone he would never have made the video. If she had left it as an amicable breakup it would have never come to this, but she hadn’t. Grace had been the one to push, and the tide had eventually turned against her. He might feel the tiniest bit bad that they’d turned on her on only his word, and he had no proof of her actions other than that, but he’d done nothing but tell his truth.
None of this however was making him feel good.
According to Talia, Vinny and Ava were happy with everything that was happening. Ecstatic even. Ricky, however, he was still worried. He’d thought Grace was gone before, he’d broken up with her, kicked her out of the house, changed the locks, up the security, blocked her. Stalkers were dangerous, the problem with them, was not knowing where they were going to pop up next.
Ricky would have preferred if she had kept her accounts online. At least then someone would have been able to see what she was doing, wherever she was. He was taping out a message to Talia, she had asked if he’d heard back about Chris yet, just as he heard his car coming up the drive. Deleting the message he’d been writing about the fact he wasn’t home, sending instead that he was just getting in, and he’d let her know, just as Chris was walking in through the door. Slipping his phone into his pocket then, Ricky just glanced up at him slightly, but other than that, he didn’t say a thing. He didn’t want to put any pressure on Chris, even if he had said he’d talk to him.
Chris saw Ricky the moment he walked into the sitting room, he was just there, waiting on a couch, typing on his phone like it was every day, like that peck on his lips yesterday hadn’t changed everything. Sure, his shoulder had already been playing up, but that kiss and the feeling that had come with it had been intense and absolutely impossible to ignore. It hadn’t just been some almost random ache in his shoulder.. while watching his best friend with his soulmate..
Fuck.. fuck, was he jealous of Ricky, was that what this was? Talia was amazing though, And Ricky’s mark reacted to her, why was Chris reacting to him? It wasn’t like he wasn’t attracted to Talia too, he was, he couldn’t hurt Jelly Bean like that, he wouldn’t.
Swallowing..
“He didn’t find anything.. Ordered some more tests, x-ray, ultrasound.. But uh,”
Chris was looking down at his hands as he started pacing along the length of the couch, off to the side from where Ricky was sitting. He didn’t even dare to look up to see if Ricky’s attention had come up from his phone when he continued to speak.
“I know it’s not my shoulder, I know that you were right. Something is happening with my mark.”
Closing his eyes as he held his breath for a moment. When Ricky didn’t say anything, maybe he wasn’t even listening, who the hell was he kidding, of course Rick was listening. Glancing up from his hands, his thumb digging into his palm nervously, instantly, his amber brown eyes meeting Rick’s stormy blues and his mark was tingling again, shit.. Shit shit shit..
“Chris-”
Before he could continue, Chris cut him off.
“It tingled when you kissed me, Ricky.”
That, was not what Rick expected him to say about his mark. Not from what he’d observed when it came to the moments Chris reacted to his shoulder..
“Me? Don’t you mean Talia? Your shoulder is always playing up around Talia.. When she was upset, when you were sitting with her the other night, and we were joking around..”
Shaking his head, he had been sure that Chris was forming some sort of attachment to Talia. He knew it was going to be difficult enough considering the way Ricky’s tattoo had been reacting to thinking about them together, but he had noticed since Talia’s breakdown, his hadn’t had any of those darker reactions about Chris. Then again, he hadn’t thought of them alone like that quite the same way. Seeing the two of them together, wrapped up almost with both of them on the couch, it had felt.. Different.
“It has?”
Ricky nodded.
“I saw it, the other day, multiple times, it's why I brought it up yesterday, why I asked if you were okay.”
Looking at him, Ricky hated how nervous Chris looked, he hated that he wasn’t sure what he could do to help him.
“Well, I don’t, I don’t know what's going on, because it tingled when you kissed me, and Talia.. She’s your soulmate, your real soulmate, Ricky. Not me. My mark, I don’t know what's going on, and, and it’s freaking me out. This isn’t something I’ve seen theories of.”
Ricky set his phone aside and patted the cushion beside him for Chris to join him. They needed to work this out, and doing it alone wasn’t going to help anyone.
“Come here. How about we call Talia? We’ve learned the hard way all of this crap isn’t something we should work out on our own, because it just blows up in our faces, and we do stupid things.”
Like fucking in bathrooms and kitchens where anyone could have found them while they were spurred on by mystical tattoos.
Chris sucked in a shaky breath before he moved to the couch and sat beside him, leaning into Ricky’s side, bring his head down onto his shoulder not caring if it was awkward, he needed it. He shuddered a little at the feeling that ran through his shoulder when he did.. Shit, if that was the feeling that had started driving Ricky and Talia from the start.. Well..
“Yeah, okay. Don’t get any ideas, though, I am not fucking you in the bathroom.”
“Oh my god.”
Worth getting hit by the couch cushion.
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