#also he really does wanna make sure jason is alright and well cared for
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Don't Come Home For Christmas (Tim Drake)
Based off these lyrics from the Fall Out Boy song Yule Shoot Your Eye Out
Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less
This was originally supposed to be for Bruce, but when I was almost done I decided to change it to Tim
And as for why is Damian with Tim and Y/N and not Bruce? Good question, I was just too lazy to take it out and I changed up some words
Characters probably Out Of Character, usually are in my fics cause I’m not good at keeping them In Character
Anyways, I hope you enjoy
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Y/N looked at her phone and sighed. Tim was calling, again. She was pretty sure she knew exactlywhy he was calling. It was three days before Christmas and he was off in London office because something happened. She slid her thumb over and answered. Continuing to do what she previously was.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, I won’t be able to make it home for Christmas.”
“Oh?”
She heard him sigh over the phone, “Yeah, I’ll be in the Paris Office.”
She stopped what she doing and nearly dropped what was in her hand. “What do you mean?”
“Um, there’s some things that need to be done there and since I’m here I offered to help out.”
She rolled her eyes. Of course. He just couldn’t fucking say no, could he?. “Okay. That’s fine. So when should you be back?”
“Around New Years.”
“Okay. Well, I gotta go. Somebody else is calling me.”
“But Y/N–”
“Bye Tim.”
She ended the call and let out a frustrated scream. Of course he had fucking work shit to do instead of being home. She had barely seen him in the past few months because he was always off doing something. And he always told her after he promised to be home. At this point, she had no idea what to do. She was tired of him never being home and leaving her to do everything.
She ended up walking down the hall and to Damian’s room. She knocked on the 14 year old’s door, waiting for him to open it. When he did, he didn’t even give her time to tell him, he already knew. “Tim won’t be home, will he?”
She shook her head and she knew that he was trying to hide the fact that he was hurt. In the past 3 years she’s known him, she’s noticed the small things he does. Many that are similar to Tim, even though they weren’t even related by blood. But she knew that over the past 4 years of being with his brother, Damian had gotten close with him. But he unfortunately had gotten used to the lies about when he would be home.
“He said that he would be home bye New Years.”
“And you believe him?”
She scoffed, “Really kid? You’ve known me 3 years, you really think I’d believe him?”
He shrugged, “You would 3 years ago.”
She shrugged back, “I as more naïve when it came to Tim and everything he does.”
“Well, who is going to be here for Christmas?”
“Selina, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Stephanie, Duke, Barbara, and Cass haven’t backed out. Kate said she wasn’t sure still. I believe Dick is gonna bring the Titans–”
“Yeah, Rachel said she’d be here.”
She smirked, “Oh? You talk to her?”
“I–not like that! We’re just friends.”
She smiled, “Alright kid.” She ran a hand through her hair, “I know Jason said he’d see if Artemis could come. Other than that, I think that’s it.“
“Okay. Well, is that all?”
“Sure grouch.”
“I’m not a grouch.”
“Sure you aren’t.” She sighed, “See you at Dinner.”
She heard him say something as she walked away, but didn’t fully register it.
——–
Y/N nearly fell down the stairs when she heard the doorbell ring. After she caught herself, she ran down the rest of the steps to the door. Honestly, she was surprised that their dog didn’t start barking at it. Well, until she remembered that he was out in London, or maybe now France, with Tim. She opened the door and smiled as she saw Stephanie.
“Hey.”
“You look like death.”
Y/N shrugged, “Just tired I guess.”
“Tim not back yet?”
“No.” She moved to let Stephanie in. “He won’t be back till New Years. Apparently there was some work emergency in Paris or something.”
“Again?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s so stupid.”
She laughed, “You’re telling me.”
“Well, no offense, but if I was you, I would say something.”
“Say what? Say that I’m mad he has a life that doesn’t revolve around me? A life that I have no idea what it means? That I have no understanding of?”
“Exactly.”
“I can’t Stephanie. I would love to, but I can’t.”
“Why not?” Stephanie turned to look at Y/N, “It’s what I did.”
“And look where it got you!”
“Hey! I ended the relationship because I just didn’t need one and could tell that someone had caught his eye Miss. Y/N Y/L/N.”
She rolled her eyes, “Whatever Steph.”
Stephanie rested her hand on Y/N’s arm, “Y/N, I’ve known you for 3 years. I’ve known you long enough to know that him doing this is killing you. I know that you thrive through physical touch and people being there for you. Not over the phone there. But physically.”
“Okay! Fine! Say you’re right! Say I should confront Tim, then what?! He’ll come back and stay for a few weeks and then do this again! I’ve tried Stephanie! Honest! I’ve tried to tell him how I feel and every single time he comes back for a few weeks, maybe 3 months, and then he does it again! I’m sick and tired of it!”
“Then break up with him! Y/N, I have been trying to give you all these ways to help you realize that you need to leave Tim! No, I won’t deny that he loves you, but he won’t stop pushing you away until you can’t handle it anymore and snap! He did it to me!”
“But why hasn’t any other ex come out about it?!”
“Because we’re the only people he’s ever truly loved Y/N! That’s why he does it! He’d rather us never be in his life than for us him to risk loosing us! It took me almost a whole year to convince him to let us just be friends! Not Spoiler or Batgirl and Red Robin or just Robin, but Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake-Wayne!”
Y/N hated this. She knew Steph was right. She knew that it would be an unending cycle. She knew that they were the only people he ever loved. She knew she could never stop his fears.
“Steph…how do I do it? I-I’ve never broken up with someone before. Everyone has broken up with me. I’ve never done it myself.”
She shrugged, “I can’t tell you. I just did it when it came to him. But, it did take a while to convince myself that it was what was right for me.”
Y/N sat on the couch, “How can guys do this with such ease?”
Stephanie sat next to Y/N, “I can never tell you. I’ve wondered that for years myself.”
——–
Y/N fiddled with her phone. Finger constantly hovering over Tim’s name. She sat her phone down and looked around the room. All of her things had been packed away. Tim had been so insistent on her keeping her old place after she moved in. Just in case something happened. Neither of them would have thought it would be this. She sighed and grabbed her phone. Finally deciding to call him. Of course it had to be when she finally decided to do it, he called. She scrolled to answer.
“Tim.”
“Y/N, is everything okay?”
“Ye-” She stopped herself, “No, everything is not fine.”
“Why? What happened?”
“You did.”
“I did? What do you mean?”
“Tim…you won’t stop pushing me away. And I get it. It’s because you don’t want me to get hurt. Whatever. But the least you could have done is be here for holidays. I mean, it’s fucking Christmas. You own brother was upset by this one.”
She heard some shuffling and soon his voice came back. “Y/N, just give me a second. Work can wait. I can be home for Christmas.”
“No Tim. Just don’t. Deal with the work shit. I’m done with it. Just don’t come home for Christmas. You’re the last fucking person I wanna see now.”
His words were trembling, “Y/N please, I love you!”
She looked at her watch and saw it was past 12 am. Merry fucking Christmas, Tim. I could care less.”
She ended the call, tossed the phone onto the bed, laid down and acted like she didn’t just end the best 3 years of her life.
#tim drake#tim drake x reader#tim drake imagine#red robin#red robin x reader#red robin imagine#dc#dc x reader#dc imagine#x reader#imagine
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Heat Exhaustion Slasher x S/O
asdfghjk it was you!! also you’re a talented bean
Jason Voorhees:
- He first thinks you’ve dropped something again
- But he turns around to see your body on the ground and your head against the floor
- He’s at your side quickly, panicking
- His mother’s in his head, telling him to take you back to the cabin, telling him to get water
- He does as she instructs, after all, she’s smart
- But he can’t help worrying over you, what if you’re really sick?
- His mother tells him it’s heat exhaustion, the hot weather at the camp getting to you
- You needed to stay hydrated
- You woke up soon enough, pressing a hand against Jason’s muttering that you were okay
- He won’t let you leave the bed until he’s sure you’re okay
Pyramid Head:
- He notices that you aren’t following him around pretty quickly
- He assesses the situation, making the connection between the heat and your exhaustion
- He swoops you up in his arms, placing you down on your bed, leaving you before finding some water
- He does so, pouring it over your forehead, causing you to wake with a splutter
- At least he’s trying, you suppose
Bubba Sawyer:
- Cue a stream of confused noises
- And then panic, pulling you into his arms as Drayton mutters under his breath
- “Stupid girl passed out from the heat” He scoffs, and Bubba looks at him, not knowing what to do
- “Well go get her some water then” Drayton sighs, cursing under his breath
- Bubba does just that, before taking you to his bed
- Just like Jason he won’t let you leave, not until he’s certain you’re alright
- He doesn’t want to be scared like that again
Hannibal Lecter:
I actually have a fic for the reader collapsing: Here If you wanna check it out :)
- He sees the signs
- Cold, pale skin, the way your eyes closed as if you were trying to block out a dull headache.
- The sheen on your forehead
- And he saw you swaying, and your knees buckling
- He caught you before you hit the ground
- Having a medical background he knows what to do
- Placing you in the coolest room in the house, turning on the fan
- A wet towel across your forehead
- And a glass of water at the bedside for when you woke up
- You mumbled when you did, apologising and he brushes you off, forcing you take a sip of the cool water
Will Graham:
- The dogs noticed first, barking when you hit the ground, and Will turned, frowning, before concern crossed his face, kneeling next to you, calling your name
- His fingers are checking your pulse and he’s shaking, before he realises it’s the heat
- He sighs, letting out a little relief, knowing you could be alright
- He googles what to do, going through the list one by one
- Waiting by the bed with the dogs until you wake up
Jaskier:
- He’s worried
- “Geralt? Geralt! What’s wrong with them!?” He practically begs and he leans over you, having been moved by Geralt
- “It’s the heat” He mutters, before handing a wet cloth to Jaskier
- “Here, keep her cool, plenty of water, I’ll be back”
- “Geralt where are you going? Don’t leave me!” He shouts, before turning ack to you, a frown on his forehead.
- “Wake up love” He mutters, pressing the cloth against your forehead
- And you did
- Letting out a soft groan, and he sighs in relief
- “Oh thank the lords”
- “Don’t you ever make me worry like that again”
Geralt:
- He knows what’s wrong, just like Hannibal
- He recommends you stop for a break, and you shake your head, telling him your fine, insisting you’re okay
- He sighs, frowning
- He knows you’re pushing yourself, even he’s hot, but he’d never admit it
- So when he sees you stumble, he’s quick to reach out for you
- And you’re unconscious by the time you hit his chest
- You wake up by a tree, a wet cloth across your face, and your neck, and you sigh
- “I told you so” Geralt mutters, casting you an almost concerned look
Nuada:
- Humans were prone to collapsing from heat?
- Just another weakness, he supposed
- But when he saw you collapse, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit concerned
- Demanding that Red take you to a medic
- He’ll act un-phased, almost annoyed by your ailment
- But he stays by your side in the infirmary
- Scolding you when you wake up, for not taking care of yourself
#prince nuada#nuada x reader#nuada x s/o#nuada x you#nuada imagines#hannibal#hannibal lecter#Hannibal x reader#Hannibal x you#will graham#will graham imagine#will graham x reader#will graham headcanon#will graham x s/o#Jaskier#jaskier x reader#jaskier headcanon#jaskier x s/o#Jaskier x you#pyramid head#pyramid x reader#pyramid head x reader#pyramid head x s/o#pyramid head headcanons#jason voorhees x reader#jason voorhees#jason voorhees x s/o#geralt x reader#geralt x you#geralt x s/o
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Siblings: Chapter One
AO3
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Summary: The Bats reflect on how their thoughts about siblings have changed over the years. Some opinions stayed, others didn't.
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Dick always wondered what it’d be like to have a little brother or sister.
He recalled asking his parents why he didn’t have one. Not accusatory, just curious.
His mother had smiled and said that they had their hands full plenty with Dick, and he was all they needed. His father, while still kind, said that they didn’t really have the time or resources in the circus at the moment to add another child to the family.
Dick was disappointed, but he understood the reasons.
Even still, he’d find himself staring at the kids that watched the acts with awe. Older kids lighty taunted their younger siblings, ruffling their hair and pretending they were too good for it all, and that they were doing their siblings a favor by being there. Kids who nudged their brother or sister to distract and steal the snacks from concession stands, later whispering words that’d make the other gape or giggle. Young children holding their sibling who was of toddler age or younger, pointing towards parts of the acts, their glee growing upon seeing the excitement of their sibling.
Dick hadn’t been lonely growing up in Haly’s Circus, he had his parents and the other people who worked there, from the handlers to the clowns to the tricksters.
And yet, he still found himself watching the kids who’d come in with one, or even two or three, brothers and sisters, taunting and laughing and sharing their wonder.
A sibling would’ve been nice, he thinks mournfully. It might’ve even been fun.
Ah, well. At least he had the circus.
,
“Hey, hey Dick. Dick. Dick, lookit.”
“If I turn around and I see you about to push Damian off the roof, I’m breaking your helmet.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Dick sighed, turning back from where he was keeping an eye on the streets below. Jason, who’d only been a few feet away, immediately took this moment to seize Tim, who had been too busy looking through his binoculars to care about whatever the two had been doing, and proceed to chuck him off the roof.
Dick pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan as Tim’s undignified shriek was cut off by him catching himself on a fire escape below, scrambling to get a good hold on so he didn’t fall the rest of the way.
“What?” Jason huffed. “You said not to push Damian, and I didn’t push Damian.”
“Of course,” Dick replied sarcastically. “My mistake, I’ll be sure to rephrase it as don’t push anyone off the roof.”
“Now that’s just unreasonable,” Jason huffed, hand on his hip as Steph and Cass snickered from the nearby chimney they were perched on. “I can think of plenty of people who deserve to be pushed off roofs. Like Scarow, for example. Bastard made me break my good hand last month and I still need to shoot a bullet in his back for that one.”
“Then don’t push your family off roofs, is that enough for you?” Dick sighed, standing up and peering over the edge of the roof. “You alright down there, Tim?”
“Names,” Damian finally chastised, not once having glanced over to the others from where he was on the corner of the roof, farthest as he could get from them.
“Oh, sure, now you worry.” Tim grumbled from the fire escape, finally pulling himself to his feet and brushing himself off. “Dick, please tell me I have permission to stab out Jason’s eye.”
“You do not.”
“He’d be fine!” Tim complained, snagging a hand on the stairs and instead pulling himself up along the outside of the fire escape instead of walking up the steps like a normal human being. “Harper could probably make him a new functional one in two days if she's in a good mood.”
“I’m not making him a new eye in two days. Maybe two weeks.” Harper informed from the other side of the roof, also ignoring the others as she tinkered with some gadget.
“Get anywhere near me and I’ll cough on you,” Jason threatened, also peering down off the roof. “You have basically no immune system, you’d die in a week. A long, painful death. Poetic cinema, really.”
“If you say it's poetic because you were beaten with a crowbar for two hours, I’m dropkicking you.” Steph warned, eyes narrowed.
“You’re so mean to me,” Jason gasped, placing a hand on his chest as he turned. “What did I ever do to deserve this? I’m nice to you!”
“No, you’re not.” Chorused Dick, Tim, Damian, Steph, and an extra voice through their earpieces.
“Wow, thanks, Babs.” Jason grumbled. “Showing up just to bully me, typical.”
“Names,” Damian warned a second time.
“If it makes you feel any better,” Babs crackled through their earpieces. “You’re not the only one I bully.”
“Everyone please stop harassing Jay,” Dick pleaded, though it came out more as an exhausted sigh.
“Names,” Damian growled a third time, losing his patience.
“I know it's fun,” Dick continued, ignoring him. “But this is supposed to be a scouting mission, and I’d rather he didn’t start taking out petty revenge during patrol.”
“I have no idea why he’s so surprised we get bored when scouting,” Steph mumbled quietly, to which Cass simply shrugged.
“You have no faith in me,” Jason snorted, and Dick could tell he was rolling his eyes under his helmet.
“I have plenty of faith in you,” Dick soothed. “I also, however, know how you are.”
“Don’t worry,” Steph raised a hand. “I already lost faith in you when you tried to kill Tim.”
“Which time?”
“Steph, don’t taunt him. Do it back at the Manor.” Dick lightly scolded.
“How many times do I have to repeat this?” Damian snapped, whirling from his post to glare at the others. “We do not use names on patrol!”
“Doesn’t Jon call you D on patrol?” Harper raised a brow, glancing towards him.
“That is different! He does not use my actual name!”
“Hypocrite,” Jason coughed under his breath.
Tim finally swung back onto the roof, skillfully rolling and dodging when Jason attempted to immediately kick him off again. Tim rolled close to the chimney, quickly pulling out his bo staff and crouching, glaring at Jason. It was reminiscent of two cats in a standoff, arched backs but neither of them making the first strike yet.
“Do not fight,” Cass said calmly.
“Thank you, C--” Dick hesitated, glancing at Damian for a brief moment. “--Orphan.”
“Fight in Cave,” Cass continued cheerfully. “We have sparring mats for reasons.”
“And I take that back.”
“You wanna hang with the cool kids?” Steph asked, leaning off the chimney to offer her hand.
“Yes. Have I mentioned you’re my favorite person?” Tim grinned, putting his staff away as he took the offered hand and was pulled onto the chimney beside Steph and Cass.
“You could stand to say it more often,” Steph teased.
“Cheaters,” Jason grumbled, relenting that fighting both Steph and Cass to get Tim was a losing battle.
The three were rather squished on the chimney, but none of them seemed to mind. Harper only rolled her eyes and went back to tinkering.
“We really need to bring D--Signal on one of these things.” Dick muttered, shaking his head.
“Because he’s sensible, or because you want him to suffer like the rest of us?” Tim raised a brow.
“Because he deserves the same family bonding time.” Dick said simply.
“Duke and Cullen are next to me listening in on this,” Barbara said through the communicators. “I am here to inform you that Duke is both touched and terrified.”
“The bumblebee was awake and didn’t even bother to join us?” Harper snorted. “Rude.”
“Cullen agrees with you.”
“He better,”
“I’m taking a ten hour nap after this,” Dick complained, sitting back on the edge of the roof, legs dangling in the open air as he leaned back dramatically on his hands. “I deserve it. Self-care and all that.”
“That is the length of a normal amount of sleep.” Damian raised a brow.
“Not in this family, it’s not.”
“Preach!” Tim pumped a fist.
“You don’t count, Tim.” Dick chastised, leaning his head back to look at Tim upside down. “Everyone here remembers to sleep at the latest once every two days. You don’t sleep for five.”
“I’m being harassed,”
“You’re being bullied into a proper sleep schedule.”
Damian suddenly whacked Dick over the head, startling him with a yelp as Jason hid a snicker. Harper and Cass looked over for a moment before continuing with whatever they had previously been doing.
“Names!” Damian hissed. “Do you all want your identities revealed?”
“Literally nobody is here,” Harper pointed out.
“If Gotham hasn’t found out our identities by now, they never will.” Steph snorted.
“Especially finger-stripes over here.” Tim added, a smug expression on his face.
“A nine-year-old finds out your identity one time and you never hear the end of it.” Dick muttered under his breath before sitting up and proceeding to snatch Damian, who had been previously stalking towards the others, by wrapping an arm around his chest and tugging him closer as the boy squawked.
“You were using a Flying Grayson move, dude.” Tim deadpanned. “You gotta pay the price for being flashy for no other reason than because you can.”
“That’s his entire personality.”
“Why do you all hate me?” Dick whined, holding a squirming Damian close as he gave the boy a noogie. “What did I do to gain such torment?”
“You want the list?” Harper looked up, finally putting away whatever she was tinkering with.
“We alphabetized,” Cass added.
“Wrote on the front and back,” Steph nodded sagely.
“I’m adding three more to the list when we get back,” Damian growled, looking ready to bite Dick if he didn’t stop soon.
“You better be joking about that list,” Dick warned, releasing Damian for his own safety. “Because if I ever find a list of reasons to be mean to me, I will not show mercy.”
“Do you mean you’re gonna attack us physically or emotionally?” Jason inquired.
“Emotionally,”
“You sick bastard.” Steph whispered in horror. “I can’t believe you would use your powers for evil.”
“Does it make it any better if I tell you the list, if it does exist, would probably only exist so that when we notice someone looks like they’re gonna do something stupid, we use the list to remind them of something you did so they take it out on you and not, say, turn all of Gotham into a gang war zone.” Harper said slowly.
“I hate you,” Steph glared. “You mess up one time--”
“You died, Steph!” Tim exclaimed, before getting a batarang chucked at his head that Damian somehow snuck into his utility belt.
“She didn’t even die,” Jason snorted, crossing his arms. “Both of you two had lame fake-out deaths.”
“Why am I the one who’s become the punching bag?” Dick complained, holding Damian back again when he tried to grab the batarang Tim had dodged and threw it again.
“Because you’re actually good at feelings and everyone else is emotionally constipated.” Harper deadpanned.
“And the Ric incident.” Damian added right after, giving up in his thrashing. A shutter passed over the Bats at the mention of the name.
“Aw,” Dick’s face softened, ignoring the Ric comment. “You guys care about my advice?”
“Congrats,” Barbara chuckled slightly. “You’re the therapist brother.”
“Don’t tell him that,” Jason groaned, flopping backwards on the roof. “Now he’s going to be mushy and clingy all week.”
“Lord knows you idiots need it,” Harper huffed as Dick practically glowed.
“I’m sicing him on you later.”
“Jokes on you, he hasn’t found my apartment yet.”
“Yes I have,” Dick raised a hand, turning towards her. “Well, Robin found it, but I still know it.”
Harper stared at him for a few moments, momentarily turning her head to Damian for a moment before going back to Dick, and then turning to Jason.
“You’re a monster,” She whispered, a look of true horror on her face.
“I know,” Jason cackled gleefully.
“None of you are leaving the Manor when we get back.” Dick said matter-of-factly, pointing a finger to his siblings. “We’re gonna bond, and you’re going to like it.”
“We’re already bonding right now!” Damian protested.
“You’ll have to kill me first.” Steph hissed, shying behind Cass.
“Bold of you to assume you can keep me confined to the Manor.” Tim huffed in offence. “Orphan, I’ll stash you in one of my safe houses if you promise to be my bodyguard.”
“Deal,”
“You guys are so dramatic--”
“Hey, guys? Crazed pyromaniac with flamethrowers to the north.”
The group immediately dropped whatever they had been doing, heads snapping up towards the direction Barbara had tiredly informed them of the attack.
It was only a few moments before the sight of flames peaked over one of the buildings, dying out almost immediately. Shouts and rumbles were steadily growing in volume, especially the cackling of Firefly, likely revving up whatever weapon he’d acquired this time.
“Fantastic, can’t even keep watch with you morons.” Damian growled.
“Oh you are not the only one trying to work here!” Tim snapped. “Orphan, for example, is doing a wonderful--where’d she go?”
He and Steph looked around rapidly, their sister suddenly missing from the chimney. How they hadn’t noticed she’d left their crowded space was a mystery that’d likely never be solved.
“Over there,” Jason said boredly, upholstering a gun and pointing across the rooftops.
The outline of Cass’s body could be seen sprinting across the roofs towards where the fire had been spotted, leaping with reckless abandon.
“Life lesson for the rest of you,” Harper hummed, getting to her feet. “Be like Cass.”
“Stop using real names!” Damian barked.
“Last one there is on cleanup duty!” Steph hollered, shoving Tim and taking off in the same movement.
“Asshole!” Tim yelled as Jason, Harper and Damian all bolted after her without a moment's hesitation.
Dick laughed, just getting to his feet as Tim stumbled up and after the others, swearing obscenities.
He quickly ran after his siblings, though he strayed a little further back, nobody paid attention to who showed up last anyway, his eyes darting from each of his siblings. Someone had to make sure they didn’t face-plant off a roof.
They shouted over each other as they descended down to take out Firefly. The guy had really picked a bad night to start causing trouble. It’d be over in no-time.
Even still, Dick paused on the roofs, scanning the streets below as the others ran to and fro, yelling over each other as Barbara switched between the coms to talk to them. It was a chaotic mess and Dick found himself grinning at it all.
His siblings were a hot mess, and it was amazing.
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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 16 of 18)
Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader
Word count: 3 K
Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...
As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?
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The Loss Of A Friend
You've never been to a funeral. Well, you did, but you were a kid and you didn't know the family friend who was being buried that day. In your child's mind, you didn't get why everyone was wearing black, in uncomfortable silence, crying all day long. You remember clearly that a blue bug got your attention, making your eyes follow its every move, making you smile despite the sad atmosphere.
It couldn't be more different today.
As the coffin is lowered into the ground, where Jason will forever rest now, you hold Billy's hand, the soft fabric of your black dress tickling your tights. You barely feel it though, all your sensations resumed to the weight in your chest, crushing, squeezing your ribs, smashing your heart.
You suddenly remember the day Monica introduced you to Jason. It was the Saturday before you started working at the pool, in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall. He had his little brother on one arm, and the girl walking beside him, tugging on the hem his shirt.
“So that's the new girl.” He said, a smile spreading across his lips as he reached out his hand for you to shyly shake. “I'm Jason, born to bear the weight of being Monica's cousin, but also the coolest guy you'll find in Hawkins.”
That, of course, started a small war of cheesy pick-up lines, insults, and sarcastic comments. You laughed, feeling easily welcomed by Monica's cousin.
Now, what gets your attention is how his young siblings cry, yell, calling out Jason as is he was just sleeping inside the wooden box and would wake up, smile, and start chasing them around again. He won't. Jason is only a memory now.
“I think we should go,” Billy says in a low voice, letting go of your hand to rub your arms softly.
Nodding, you let him guide you to his Camaro, driving you away from the sea of people dressed in black. You've known Jason for such a little time compared to everyone else here, who saw him grow up, studied with him, lived near him for many years. Your pain is just a speck of dust compared to theirs.
When you get home, the sun is setting. You decide to call Diane, just to make sure she's alright, but you don't tell what happened. It would make her come here immediately, and the last thing you need is someone else you care about being in danger. You have to lie, despite hating yourself for it, telling her that your voice is funny because you had to yell a lot with the kids at the pool. But it's better this way. There are more than enough people here you need to worry about.
“Come here,” Billy calls when you finally head to the bedroom. He sits in the bed, back against the headrest and you're quick to crawl into the bed and into his arms. “How are you feeling?”
“I don't know. Sad doesn't really explain it.” Putting your legs over his, you hide your face on his neck, breathing in your favorite cologne, the only one he uses since the day you told him that. “I can't believe I buried Jason. Jason. My crazy-ass friend.” Your voice cracks and you hold back a sob. “I'll never hear those stupid jokes again.”
“I'm so sorry, princess.” There's a pain in his voice too. Billy has been around Jason a bit, mostly with you. But you know he's actually sad because of how broken you are. You can see it in his eyes, that he wish he could take your pain away, and that he's desperate because he doesn't know what to do.
But there's nothing Billy or anyone else could do. You can't fight death. You can't hit it with a baseball bat full of nails until it gives your friend back. The only thing you can do is avenge him. Get whatever took him and destroy it.
“I wanna kill those Demothings.” The anger in your voice is tangible, and you clench your hands into fists. “I swear to God, Billy, I'll kill one of them myself.”
“Anger won't help. We need to be smart about it. We need a strategy.” Billy is often angry with things. Mostly with things that hurt you, but this time, you get why he's taking another path, trying to calm you down instead of putting more wood in the fire. “The meeting is set for tomorrow. We'll find a battle plan to kill those damn things.” His hand comes to lay on your thigh, fingers softly caressing your skin. “But for now you need to rest, ok? I'll cook something you like and then we'll cuddle watching some nice movie. How does that sound?”
“What if I cry through the movie?” You ask because more tears start rolling down, it doesn't matter how many times you try to get rid of them.
“Then I'll hold you tight.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Billy is kind enough to try and get you into some small talk. Nothing too complicated, nothing related to the Demothings or Jason. You're thankful for that. He even manages to get a few laughs from you, although they're always followed by a reality check when the events of the last two days hit you again, and the smile is gone.
A couple of hours later you're watching Jaws, your head on Billy's chest as you try to follow the events of the movie. But it seems way too fast for you, or it's just your mind that's refusing to process anything that's happening.
You just keep thinking about death. About how Jason's whole life was cut short. How all of his plans for the future were erased.
“Billy, can I ask you something?” Keeping your voice low, you speak up for the first time since you came to the living room after having dinner.
“Of course, princess. What is it?”
Biting your lip, you consider if you should really bring that up. It's selfish to talk about your future when someone else won't have one. But this whole situation made you want to make plans because it's a privilege to still be here. It's a blessing to still have time. “What you said to Joyce about... Marriage. Did you really mean that or–” Pushing yourself up from where you were laying on top of him, you take a deep breath. “–or were you just trying to get out of the conversation. Because it's ok if–”
“Haven't I made it clear that I want to be with you for the rest of my life?” He moves to sit up as well, pulling you close until you're placed in between his legs, a hand caressing your cheek. “Because if I hadn't, I'll make it clear now. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don't know how it happened, and it did get me by surprise, but the day you walked in the Hawkins Community Pool, I knew something changed in me. I knew I had to get to know you, and I did thought it would pass, that I'd get tired of you as I got of the other girls, but I didn't.” Billy holds you closer to him, your foreheads touching. “You hit me like–”
“Bang.” You finish for him, the memory of the day he was unbelievably honest with you coming back. The day he admitted to you, and somehow to himself too, that he liked you. It was also the day he punched David, and the day he kissed your cheek, making your stomach burn like it has been set on fire.
“Like bang.” He breathes out, warm lips coming in touch with yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him as close as you can, the need to feel that he's here, with you, clouding the sound of the TV. Billy moves to lay back down again, and when you move to follow his change of posture, your knee slips and connects to his ribs. “Ouch!” He breathes out, cutting off the kiss.
“Oh, shit. I'm so sorry.” Covering your mouth, you bring the free hand to rub his side. “Sorry, baby.”
Taking a deep breath, he grabs your arm and pulls you down, making you collide on his chest, giggling. “Sorry. I shouldn't be joking around with you now.”
Squinting your eyes at him, you try to get up, but his strong arms come around your body, keeping you from moving. “I hate you, Hargrove.” The fake sentence is soon overcome by a giggle. “I'll kick you right this time, I'm warning you.”
“Oh, I'm shaking like a leaf.”
“Don't test me, Hargrove. Keep in mind we sleep on the same bed and I know all of your habits, baby.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhmm.” Mumbling, you manage to stand up, moving back into a sitting position. You know he actually let you go, but there's no reason to acknowledge that. Taking a deep breath, the sudden happiness is stained again, as the memories crawl back. It seems like Billy notices because his smile softens. “I love living with you, you know that, right?”
“I love waking up next to you every morning.”
You can't help the smile that comes to your lips as you bend over again, kissing his lips.
On the next day, Billy calls Anthony to ask him to give you a few days off work. Obviously, you have to urge your hothead boyfriend not to curse the manager and risk losing his job. You feel fine to go to the pool, or you think you do, but the truth is you wouldn't be paying much attention anyway. And much to your dismay, Billy gets a total of zero days off. No discussion, what makes him hang up the phone so hard you thought he broke the poor thing.
Since you don't want to be alone, and Billy would absolutely never allow you to be alone in the house when you're friend just died, he drives you to Joyce's place, where the party will gather to make plans.
Saying it's hard to be away from Billy on the day after you buried Jason is a misunderstanding. Seeing him drive away from Joyce's porch makes you feel like he's taking your heart with him. He didn't seem pleased either, but there was no other choice. You wouldn't make him miss the day, since you know Anthony is a terrible human being, just looking for the right excuse to get rid of the lifeguards.
“Honey, come inside,” Joyce calls a hand on your shoulder. “Can I get you something to eat? We had pizza last night and I have a slice in the fridge.”
“No, thank you, Joyce.” Politely, you decline her offer. “Is there any bed I can crash in?”
“Sure. Come.” Walking through Jonathan and Will, you wave at them, muttering a good morning and trying not to cry at their sad faces. They know Jason was a close friend, and, like everyone else, they don't know what to do or say. “This is Will's and Jonathan's room. Just pick a bed.” Nodding, you choose the one on the left and lie down. “Do you need to talk?”
“There's nothing to say.” Putting your head on a pillow, you stare at the ceiling. You feel comfortable around Joyce, she has this mother thing about her. “I just want this to end. Before anyone else gets... Eaten.” The word makes you shiver as it brings the image of his body back. “I wish I wasn't the one to find him. To... See him that way. I don't think I'll ever forget that.”
“Honey, I'm so sorry.” She comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “When... When they found Will's body, it hurt. I knew in my heart it wasn't him, but the very idea of losing my baby was horrible. So I have an idea of how you feel. Losing someone is a pain that doesn't go away. You'll get used to it, but it remains. All we can do is learn to deal with it and honor them by carrying their memories.”
You're crying through her speech, and you can't help but sit up and hug her, crying on her shoulder. “We have to be careful because I can't lose anyone else.” You're not sure if she can even understand what you're saying, but since she nods, you think she did.
“Don't worry, honey. We'll all be alright.” She pulls away, rubbing both your arms. “The kids will be here soon, but feel free to stay here or join us, ok? Do whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Thanks.” Offering her a small, sad smile, you watch as she leaves.
You hear when they get here, the chattering starts, and you can understand a few words here and there. They talk about you, and about Billy and about the funeral. But soon enough it falls into the major problem. And that's when you tune out, staring at the ceiling, trying not to make yourself too comfortable in someone else's bed.
The only thing you want now is Billy. You want to go back to the time where there was no Demogorgon, Demowhatever lurking around. At least to you. It's weird to know what really happened in Billy's car accident, how he was almost the host for the Mind Flayer. You're happy it didn't happen, that he's here now. You need to thank Max for that, actually. If it wasn't for her and the others, your Billy wouldn't be here. He could be dead, and you'd never meet him. He'd never shoot glances at you, or drive you home, buy you tacos or punch David's face. Or kiss you, hold you, love you. The thought of a life without Billy in it is absurd. Now, more than ever, after you lost someone so dear, you have this need to be with him. Just to make sure he's here.
Breathing out and closing your eyes, your hand comes to hold the necklace. It makes you feel closer to Billy, and there is a silent promise here, one you hold close to your heart, together with the earring.
Eyes open, you get up of the bed. You don't care if you got days off, you have to see him. Even if it's just for a hug. Leaving the bedroom, you make your way to the living room, which is crowded.
“We wait until it's late at night to make sure the Demodogs are out, sneak inside the tunnels, and spill insane amounts of gasoline all over it. Get the hell out, wait until it's morning, and set the whole thing on fire.” Dustin says, hands in the air and a smile on his face.
He's kidding, right? He can't be suggesting that as if it's the greatest idea of the world. “Are you completely insane?” You ask, making your presence known. Arms crossed, your eyes scan through the party. “You can't possibly think this is a good idea.”
“I agree with (Y/N), this is insane,” Joyce adds, her face making it clear she thinks this idea sucks. “I won't let you do that.”
“But–”
“The point is to kill them without getting ourselves killed. And every single idea you come up with has a hundred different ways to get us killed.” Steve says, both his hand on his hips as he paces around the room. “Who thinks this idea sucks raise your hand.” He's the first to do it, and Joyce, you, and Jonathan do the same.
“Count Billy in.” You say, raising the other hand as well.
“And Hopper,” Joyce states, giving you an approving stare.
“It's six against seven. We're doing it.” Dustin exclaims.
“No.” You basically shout, not caring one bit if you sound bossy. All eyes lay on you as you struggle to keep it together. “We're not doing it and that's final.”
“I–”
“I just lost a friend and I will not let you do something that might just end up in another funeral.” There are tears threatening to fall again, but you hold them back. “So come up with something else.”
The silence is deafening. You know you're breaking down again, even though the tears aren't rolling down. Yet.
“Please. There's gotta be something else.” Lowering your voice and looking down at your feet, you beg. You can't even think about someone else dying. You couldn't bear it.
“I saw this thing at school. Like a robot with remote control.” Lucas starts. “If we could build a bunch of them and attach a hose, we could guide it inside the tunnels and spread the gasoline.”
“Yeah, but there are seven holes. Which means a lot of ground we'd have to cover.” Eleven adds as you make your way to the group, sitting on the couch beside Joyce.
“Let's blow up six of them.” You burst out, crossing your legs. “A hell of a explosion that would take those things days to dig it back. Then there will be only one way in and out. Find a hell of a long hose or just connect a bunch of them and a million gallons of gas. The robots will spread it then we'll just need a match.”
“That's good. It could work.” Nancy says. “But we'll need to chip in to buy all these things.
“Hopper can get some for free I'm sure.”
“We start right now.” Mike stands up and the others follow. “Let's get started.”
The rest of the day is hectic. Lists are made, one of the kids teachers come over to help with what they called a summer project. For fun. And the materials started arriving. You don't really know what to do, so you help Joyce make lunch, keeping up with her small talk. Joyce is easy to be around, and you like to hear her stories about Will and Jonathan. You even manage to show a few smiles every now and then. After everyone is fed, you finally sit on the porch, trying to help as much as you can. The kids are genius, literally building remote control robots from random pieces and the instructions from books. It's amazing. Since you can't really be of much help in this aspect, you join Nancy, separating stuff or doing anything they tell you too.
When the sun is setting, some of them had to go home to gather their stuff. They'll crash here and take the robot construction through the night. By the moment you hear the faint noise of Billy's car, it's just Joyce's kids, Steve and Dustin. Leaving the small pieces of metal you were shaping into tiny little circles, you stand up abruptly.
“Where are you going? These circles aren't going to make themselves.” Dustin complains, raising his hands in the air.
“Billy is back.” There's no need for further explanation, so you tiptoe among the stuff, careful not to step on anything.
“It could be anyone.”
“Dustin, is there any other car in Hawkins that sounds like that?” As you speak, the noise gets louder and Billy's car comes to your sight.
“She knows her boyfriend's car.” Steve jokes as you walk to the yard, smiling when Billy stops the car and comes out.
“Miss me, princess?”
“Obviously.” It's a feeling of pure relief to see him. It feels like it's been so much longer than just some hours, but you feel that you'll have this insane need to be around him for a while. Just to enjoy the fact that you're still alive. You can't help but wonder for long the idea of death will hover over you... Probably forever.
“You ok?” He asks, his hand on your hair as you have your head on his chest.
“I will be.” Remembering the audience, you pull away, standing on your toes to kiss him. “Dustin had a terrible idea but I made him change his mind about it.”
“How did you do that?”
“I yelled.” With no intention of further explanation, you turn at the guys. “I'll be back tomorrow morning, alright? Have fun doing crazy science.” Waving at them, you get into the car.
You would like to stay at Joyce's, keep helping as much as you can, but you feel like you need silence and peace. The kid's laughter and jokes make you feel better, but you know that you also need to let the sadness creep over for a while. Keeping it hidden, disguised, makes no good. So as you dry and brush your hair, waiting for Billy to finish his shower, you cry.
For Monica, for Jason's younger siblings, his mother, his father, uncle, and aunt. For every friend he made since he was born. And for yourself too. Jason was one of the people that you imagined you'd be around for the rest of your life.
You're dragged away from your thoughts by the phone's ring. Rushing to answer it, you find it's Joyce, kindly asking if you can pick Mike up and drive him to her place, and of course, you comply.
“Billy.” You call when you hear him coming out of the bathroom. “Joyce needs us to pick up Mike. Nancy can't stop what she's doing there.”
“Sure. Let's go.”
Being out at night makes you anxious, but you try not to let it show. Eyes on the road, you bounce your leg nervously, tugging on the seat belt. Billy notices, and a hand comes to rest on your thigh.
“We'll be fine. Relax.”
“I'm trying.” Stretching your arm, you touch his neck. “I'm sorry if I can't stop thinking about Jason and what happened.”
“(Y/N), you just lost a friend. My responsibility as your boyfriend is to hold and love you through this process. Don't apologize.”
“I don't want this to be your responsibility, Billy.” When he turns his head to look at you, you run your fingers through his jaw.
He takes a deep breath, pulling over by Mike's house. You were about to get out, but since he doesn't move, neither do you. Billy looks like he's thinking, furrowed eyebrows and distant eyes. “Billy? Come back to Earth.” You decide to ask, taking off the belt and turning your body towards his.
“To have and to hold. For better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.” He squints his eyes through the words, trying to remember them. It takes a while for you to understand what he means, and when you do, your heart starts drumming in your ears. “To love and cherish till death do us part.”
“Billy...”
“It means I'll stand by your side. Not because I feel like it's my responsibility, but because I love you. And I'm more than happy to take the responsibility of being your–”
“Couldn't you save that up for, I don't know, someday when I'm dressed in white?” The words come out fast, and you're blushing hard, your cheeks burning. “No. You had to do this now. Drive me insane now in your Camaro.” You roll your eyes dramatically when his lips break into a smile, that smug, cocky smile he has when he knows he got to you somehow.
“Be my wife, (Y/N).”
“No.” It's an utter absurd how hard you have to fight not to say the exact opposite. You want to just burst out the word, here and now, because you're so damn sure you want Billy for the rest of your life. “No, baby. We'll graduate, save up money and you'll make a decent proposal.” You hope he can't notice your hands shaking as you step out of the car, almost stumbling on the sidewalk. His words burn through your mind, sending shivers down your spine. “I won't say I'll marry you in the middle of the sidewalk, in the middle of the night, in front of Mike's house.”
“Did I just make you nervous?” Billy's arms come to encircle your waist, his deep voice, and breath on your hair making you sigh.
“Shut up, Hargrove.” With the sweet sound of his laughter on your ear, you knock on the front door, trying to push him away before someone comes to answer. “Let go.”
“Are you using my cologne again?” As soon as he asks, you feel his nose softly rubbing your neck, what makes you giggle and try to push him away again, uselessly. “You are.”
It wasn't your intention to let him find out, but he always does. “Well, it was–”
The door is suddenly open, a yellowish light hitting your eyes as you try to stand up straighter. The woman standing there gives a step back as if she just saw a ghost. Her eyes fly from Billy and back at you, then all the way back to Billy. It hits you suddenly as you realize she's Mrs. Wheeler, the woman Billy was going to meet on the day the Mind Flayer almost got him. They haven't met or spoken since that day, and you weren't expecting her to look so... Perplexed. You try to read her expression, to understand what the look in her eyes means.
“Hello, Mrs. Wheeler.” You manage to say because Billy clearly won't even try to be polite. You feel his muscles tensing up, as he gets immediately uncomfortable under the woman's stare since she doesn't seem to even try to hide. “Sorry to disturb you. We're here for Mike.”
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TW: Smut in the area!
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone!
Boop-boop-a-doop!
I wanna be kissed by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be kissed by you, alone
Marylin Monroe - I Wanna Be Loved By You (1959)
Bruce can't believe it. Even if it was days ago, he still can't believe what happened to him: he married him. He married this wonderful and handsome angel named Peter.
He feels like it was yesterday they start dating. He, Bruce Wayne, the renowned playboy of Gotham, finally settled with the young man he met during a gala two years ago.
He remembered well the night when he introduced his lover as his boyfriend to his family: they were astonished that someone managed to get his hands on Bruce Wayne.
Alfred exclaimed: "Finally! He found someone!" while Stephanie, Cassandra, and Barbara cheered gleefully. As for the boys, Dick was amazed, whereas Jason was taken aback, yelled: "WHAT THE HELL?".
Tim was happy for his mentor, and Damian stayed calm, as usual, but expressed his respects towards Peter.
Overall, he can say that the Bat-family accepted Peter as its new member.
He was glad to find him: his husband is loving, caring, understanding, patient, and funny. The embodiment of perfection, at least.
Speaking of the angel, Peter appears in the room, dressed casually and with a genuine smile on his face.
"Hello, beloved husband. What are you doing?"
And this voice, my God: it sounds like an angel.
The billionaire smiles:
"I just wondering how lucky I am..."
"Lucky?"
He holds the hand of Peter.
"I mean, I am grateful to have you with me!"
"Til death do us apart if I remember well..."
"Correct."
"It's been six days since we get married if you don't forget?"
"How could I even dare to forget the best day of my life?" chuckles Bruce as he gently kisses Peter's knuckles.
The young man beams at the lovely gesture. And to think that he was a bit worried when he caught the interest of Bruce Wayne...
He was so scared to be just a one-night stand of the notorious Gotham Don Giovanni that he rejected his advances first. Slowly, he discovered what hides behind the seductive façade.
He saw a tortured soul, wounded by personal tragedies, who tried to give meaning to his life as the Dark Knight of Gotham named Batman.
He also noticed the other side of Bruce's personality: a caring and loving man who have compassion. How not fall in love with this man?
Peter leans his head on his husband's shoulder while enjoying the view in front of him. Currently, they fancy their honeymoon in California, where Bruce rents a mansion with a look of the sea.
"I'm happy that we manage to have a moment for the two of us... I know you have a turbulent life and that we won't have a lot of quality times. But at least, you try to give me the best of you!"
"Because you deserve the best, love!" answers Bruce as he looks at the ebony eyes of his beloved.
They are shining like two black pearls of innocence. Something that amazes Bruce... and also turns him on.
While smiling, the billionaire holds his young husband against him as he lets his hands linger over this body he worships every day.
Suddenly, his phone rings:
"Oh, what again?"
"Let's see... Ah, it's Alfred!" says Peter as he answers the phone.
"Hello, Peter Wayne's on the phone!"
"**Hello, Master Peter. I'm calling to check if everything is fine!**"
"Oh, Alfred, it's a living daydream! California is a lovely place, especially when I am with my dear husband!"
"**I'm glad to hear that. May I speak to Master Bruce?**"
"Sure! Wait a minute, I turn the speakers on!"
Once it's done, Bruce speaks:
"Hello, Alfred."
"**Hello, Master Bruce. According to Master Peter, you enjoy your vacation in California?**"
"Exactly. Everything went smooth."
"**I'm relieved to know that both of you are satisfied with your honeymoon.**"
"And you, Alfred, how are you?"
"**I'm fine, thank you. And your protégés are fine, too. They expect your return on Saturday with great impatience!**"
"They missed us that much?" smirks Bruce.
"**You had no idea, Master Bruce. But, as a picture is worth a thousand words, why don't you hear it by yourself?**"
Half a second later, the couple hears the voices of all the young members of the Batfamily saying hello.
"**Hello, Californian lovebirds. You're alright?**"
"Hello, Dick. Yes, everything is perfect!"
"**Aw, you are so lucky! Can't wait to hear your stories!**"
"Don't worry, Stephanie: I'll tell you the best when we will come back!"
"**Does Bruce treat you like a prince?**," asks Tim.
"Not like a prince, Timothy, but like a king!" states Bruce with a smile.
"**You better do: he marries you, so you have to respect and cherish him!**" reminds him Damian.
"Don't worry, Dami: he is the best husband ever!" says Peter as he glances tenderly towards Bruce.
"**We hope so. Well, as long as you say everything is cool, we are happy for you! Enjoy your honeymoon!**" kindly replies Barbara.
"**Yeah, sure. Especially Bruce, who wants to satisfy his hunger for Mama Peter!**" snickers Jason.
Bruce facepalms while Peter brightly blushes.
"**Master Jason, are you sure it was necessary?**" sighs Alfred.
"**Todd, you pervert jerk!**" snarls Damian.
"**Boys, calm down! Anyway, we are delighted to hear from you. Especially with good news!**"
"So are we, Cass."
"**Well, we leave you alone. See you on Saturday, Masters Bruce and Peter!**"
"Goodbye, Alfred! Thank you for the call!"
After he hung up the phone, Bruce sighs:
"Those kids, I swear to God they are going to kill me!"
"But you love them!" Peter smiles.
His husband returns the smile and holds him again.
"Yes, but I love you more than anything in the world!"
"Oh, really?" innocently asks Peter.
"Of course... Let me prove it!"
And with a mischievous smile, Bruce kisses his partner with passion. The latter, amused, answered the kiss with the same intensity.
Without interrupting the kiss, Bruce slid his large callused hands under his husband's shirt, greedily stroking his soft skin.
This gesture surprised Peter, who asks:
"But what are you doing again?"
"I take care of my husband, this is what I do!"
"Don't be innocent, honey. You've got an idea in your head, and I'd like to know which one!"
"Very well, since you insist ..."
Bruce leaned over his lover's neck and kissed it several times.
"Since we are on our honeymoon, I said to myself that we could take the opportunity to consummate the marriage ..."
At these words, Peter began to blush. So far, they had never had sex and the thought of having his first time with his husband scared him: what if it turned into a fiasco?
"Are you all right, Peter?"
"Yeah, it's just that ..."
"What?"
The young man lowered his head, a little ashamed.
"It's just that I'm scared!"
"Afraid of what?"
"Let's say I'm apprehensive because it's my first time ..."
Bruce strokes his husband's cheek:
"You don't have to worry, Peter: I'll be careful! I'll make it unforgettable!"
"I don't doubt it, but ..."
"But what? What can you worry about so much?"
"The two of us! I mean, look at yourself: you look like a Greek God, while I look like a bun next to you!"
Bruce rolls his eyes, a slight smile on his lips, before stroking his husband's hips.
"You should stop putting yourself down, honey. Of course, we're different, so what? That's what I liked about you: your playfulness, your zest for life, your kindness ... You are the light that was missing in my life! "
He takes Peter by the waist before adding:
"As far as your body is concerned, know that I find it perfect. Besides, comparing it to a bun is not completely inappropriate ... since I find you delicious!"
And without warning, he lifts his husband off the ground and takes him to their room.
"Bruce, stop!" laughs Peter.
"Definitely not! I'm hanging on to you forever!" the latter jokes.
Once in their room, he gently set Peter down on the bed before closing the door behind him.
Then, he comes back and positions himself above his lover, who gives him an innocent smile.
"I guess it's time to get down to business!"
"Exactly, my little prince! Now let me do it and enjoy!"
With that, Bruce again captures Peter's lips in a passionate kiss.
The newlyweds hasten to get rid of their clothes, and they find themselves naked as on the first day.
Bruce is dumbfounded at his husband's naked body: for him, it is the most beautiful thing he had ever admired in his life.
As for Peter, he is amazed by the impressive musculature of his lover, but not only. It must be said that Bruce is well fitted, especially at the level of the private parts.
He swallows: he wonders how something so huge would be able to penetrate him? Nothing to think about it makes him uncomfortable ...
"If you don't want us to do this right now, I would understand. It might be going a little too fast for you ..."
Peter shakes his head:
"No, Bruce, it's going to be fine. I trust you."
Reassured, the latter kisses his husband again before letting his lips slide down Peter's neck and chest, making the young man moan with pleasure.
This reaction amuses the millionaire, who continues his little game, lingering on his husband's hips before descending to his penis.
"Bruce ..." Peter moans, bracing himself under his lover's expert licks.
His cries of pleasure grows louder when he feels Bruce's mouth tickle his cock. He thought his brain would not stand the shock of the sensations that seizes him.
"Oh my god, Bruce!"
"Good boy, so responsive!" his husband whispers as he continues to explore the young man's privacy with his tongue. While doing so, he lets his large hands caress and pinch his nipples.
Quickly, Peter becomes a moaning mess, clutching at the sheets as if his life depended on it.
He's used to Bruce's hugs, but this is different: it is addicting, and he always needs more.
"Tell me, Peter, do you want to go further?"
"Oh yes, Bruce."
"Tell me what you want, Peter."
Catching his breath, his husband answers:
"I want you to take me, Bruce. I want to offer you my innocence!"
A hungry smile appears on Bruce's face:
"It's a beautiful gift you are giving me, beautiful boy! And it deserves a reward!"
He lays down on top of Peter, tucking himself between his legs, and position himself close to his privacy. Before doing anything, he glances at Peter and asks:
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," the young man whispers.
Bruce kisses his lover before slowly penetrating him so that the latter gets used to his presence.
Peter gasps when he feels his husband's cock inside him. The pain is so unbearable that he sheds a tear that slid down his cheek.
Seeing this, Bruce feels guilty: he wanted this moment to be magical for them, not to make his husband suffer. Gently, he brushes the tear away from Peter's cheek.
"Excuse me if I was brutal."
"No, no. It's not your fault. It's just that I'm not used to ... It's my first time, after all!"
"Don't apologize; you'll be fine. Take your time, and when you're ready, we'll continue!"
"Okay!"
Peter took his time to calm down and get used to Bruce's presence.
He mentally told himself that he does not have to worry, that everything would be fine. Besides, Bruce is patient and understanding: with him, he is in good hands.
Gradually, he relaxes and let his husband understand that he was ready. The latter understands, and he begins his thrusts so as not to rush Peter.
Once he is more at ease, the young man lets himself go and quickly takes pleasure in feeling the kidney strokes of his husband as he moans louder.
As for Bruce, he gives a slow and sensual rhythm to this particular dance. With his old one-night stands, he was content to have a good shag and nothing more. But there, with Peter in his arms, he is taking his time and experiencing a pleasure he had never reached.
But above all, he loves Peter, and he wants to give him that pleasure he currently feels. And the latter's cries of desire confirm that he is doing it well ...
"B-Bruce ..."
"Yes, my angel?"
"G-Go faster!" Peter moans, wrapping his legs around Bruce's waist.
"Your wish is my command!"
And with that, the millionaire picks up the tempo, thrusting faster.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, Peter feels his sanity give up, and he latches onto Bruce's back, scratching him lightly at the shoulders.
This action excites his partner, who continues his thrusts between the hips of his lover rhythmed by their sighs and cries of pleasure.
"B-Bruce, I ... I'm going to cum!"
"Yeah, me too, babe! Just wait for me, darling!"
After several thrusts, the two newlyweds reached seventh heaven with a final moan of pleasure.
Then Bruce slowly withdraws from Peter's privacy before laying down next to his husband.
The latter is still under the effect of adrenaline and does not realize what had just happened. But for sure, the young man loved it!
"So, honey, this first time?" Bruce demands, slightly panting.
"It was perfect. Yes, really perfect!" Peter replies, settling in the strong arms of his husband.
"Good, that's what I wanted for you."
"And I thank you for that."
Chuckling, Bruce kisses his husband's forehead before hugging him and settling down to sleep.
"Come on, I think we have the right to a well-deserved rest!"
"Yes, my body is numb for now!"
"Tomorrow, you will probably be in pain."
"I will hold you personally responsible!" jokes the young man.
"What if I offer you a bath tomorrow to make amends?"
"There, I accept."
The two men laugh and take advantage of the calm, embraced. Then, won over by sleep, they let themselves go in the arms of Morpheus.
"I love you, Bruce Wayne."
"I love you, Peter Wayne."
And with these words of love, the two lovers fell asleep with serenity, far from the tumult of Gotham.
Must be love on the brain
That’s got me feeling this way
It beats me black and blue but it fucks me good
And I can’t get enough
Must be love on the brain yeah
Rihanna - Love on the Brain (2016)
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Alternate Ending to Chains
A/N: Originally, this was supposed to be the ending but I accidentally hurt Jason a little too much in one of my editing rounds and I be like...... hmmmm..... this might not go. But I adore this ending so here you go.
(Warnings for implied/referenced torture, mentions of injuries and hypothermia.)
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Breathing was almost impossible as he felt a deeper darkness start to consume his mind. He probably should fight it but he was too tired and cold and... scared. Everything was numb and hurting. And dark. All encompassing darkness.
There was a sudden lace of agony firing down his back and shoulders as he let out a ragged, breathless scream. He was forcibly pressed upright against something as he struggled to curl in against the pain and cold, a moan falling past his lips. A soft warmth was wrapped around him as he vaguely felt a soft rumble by his head. It was... comfortable. And he found himself burrowing further into it with a soft whimpered whine. It was an escape from the presistent pain and cold. And he felt so tired that he could fall asleep. Something told him that he was safe now. That the danger was gone, whatever it was. He couldn't remember. Didn't really care.
Something touched his cheek and he flinched, causing his body to protest. His mind was dragged out of the sinking darkness as sounds registered in his head. Voices. Words. He wasn't sure if they were directed to him; he recalled people talking about him a lot, and not always tohim, discussions on how to best hurt him. An intimidation tactic, he's aware, but it had been unnerving.
It was when the thing he was leaning on rumbled again, did he noticed that it was a person. Panic seeped in again as he realised that an arm was holding him tight and secured. But he was stuck alone somewhere wasn't he? A coffin? No, it was a cold, dark box, freezing and blinding him. But it wasn't cold anymore, soothing warmth flowing from his right.
He opened his eyes to blurry shapes everywhere, a hazed fog obstructing his sight. He attempted to push away from whoever it was holding him, but was held tight and he whimpered when his struggles shifted his broken bones. He was suddenly aware of the pain coming from everywhere, dousing him in a fire of agony. He gasped as he tried to-
"-on! Hood!" His hand was snatched and he wanted to pull away but there were soft strokes across his aching fingers. "You're okay. Listen to me! You're going to hurt yourself. Please calm down. It's alright."
He shifted to drag himself away but a ragged scream tore through him as his back grated against something, lighting up thousands of fires, breaths coming up in hitched gasps and half-sobs. Fear started to mix with his panicked desperation and he was hurt and confused and scared and-
Something soft was pressed into his hair, followed by gentle strokes. There was the rumble from his right again, "Hood, you're safe. We found you, you're safe, alright? Shh... You're okay."
The fingers rubbing his knuckles stopped before tucking his arm into his chest and traling up to his throbbing jaw, softly touching. "You're alright, Little Wing. But you need to stop moving before you hurt yourself any further." It was followed by a whispered, "Can he- Can he hear us, B? I'm not sure if he sees us."
"Lad?"
Lad... Jaylad... Little Wing... His breath caught. They're- They're here? "Bru-" he coughed, trembling, a whine slipping out his throat as agony raged through him.
"Shh... You're hurt-"
Uncontrolable relief washed through him. "...Bruce? ...Dick?" He tried to look for them but sight was still hazed and he couldn't see them. Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? He moaned as hacks of coughs shook him again.
"Don't talk, Lad."
"You're hurt and you're going to aggravate your injuries."
He was hallucinating. Or was he not? Was this real? He frantically threw his gaze around, trying to find anything. The only things he could see were blurry blobs of colours. He couldn't even tell where he was. But there was light and that had to mean he was no longer trapped, right?
"I'm here, okay. We're here." A moving fuzzy blackness. Pointed ears. Batman.
"We've got you, Little Wing." He tried to follow the voice and saw blue against black. Nightwing.
His breath hitched as another sob bubbled up. Panic and desperation dissipated as the coursing agony crashed back into him in full force. He curled into Bruce's chest, shivering. Something was wrapped tighter around him.
"Hey hey. It's alright." The fingers resting against his jaw rubbed gently underneath his eye.
"...C-cold..." he moaned. "...Hurts..."
"I'm sorry." Another warm kiss was pressed onto his forehead and he leaned into it. "We're going to bring you back to the Cave but I will need to move you first, alright? It may hurt."
Jason whimpered but nodded tiredly. His vision went white as he was lifted, a choked scream leaving him. He screwed his eyes shut and held back the urge to scramble away. A wave of nausea brought bile up his throat but he forced it down. He tried to keep his ragged, wheezing breaths even and stayed as still as he could against the fiery agony, knowing that every movement would make it worse. It wasn't long before everything fell back into a throbbing lulled haze. Ingrained memory helped him find the crook of Bruce's neck and he buried his forehead into it, finding warmth.
"Hood? Jay?"
Jason blinked away the fog over his mind, making a sound of acknowledgement.
"I'm going to lower you into the car." This might hurt.
He bit his lip and nodded. He took a deep agonising breath through the jolting pain slicing up his leg, rattling his chest. By the time his mind cleared, he was leaning against something- someone, who was letting out a whispered string of curses. His brows furrowed as he tried to blink his vision back to clarity and attempted to turn to see who it was but was stopped by fingers brushing his forehead.
"Try to not move, Jay." Dick. It was Dick who gingerly had an arm around him and a hand sweeping bangs and radiating warmth. Wonderful soft warmth. His brother let out a small laugh. "As much as I would love a cuddle, I'm afraid you shouldn't. There are... too many injuries."
Jason did not want a cuddle, he hatedcuddling, what more with Dick. He wanted warmth and the stroking fingers in his hair to come back and the pain to go away and... maybe... a hug. He tried to voice it but could only manage a tired moan.
Dick pressed a kiss into his hair and some small part of him cheered when a hand carded through as well. He leaned into the touch, feeling his eyes sliding close.
"Jason, stay awake, alright?" A hand took his, softly rubbing the broken knuckles.
He groaned, turning his head to bury into Dick's shoulder. It wasn't really comfortable- why was Dick so short?- but it was nice nevertheless.
"Hypothermia," Dick told. "I can talk if you want. Will that keep you up?"
Jason attempted a shrug but apparently he didn't have the energy to do so. His throat felt too dry and sore. "Water..."
"Hold on." There was some scuffling before something was press to his lips and his head was gently eased back. "Carefully and slowly."
The little water that trickled in was warm and probably the best thing he had ever tasted in his entire two lives, almost leaving him lightheaded. Dick only allowed two small sips before pulling away, and Jason couldn't help the whine that left him.
"Shh... It's okay, Jay." He knew that. He just wanted water. "We cannot be sure of your condition until we get back and shouldn't risk it."
He huffed, before coughing with a wince.
He was about to drift off again when Dick suddenly started to talk, fingers still stroking his hand and hair. "Do you know that Dami is trying to convince Bruce to allow him to have a bird?"
He gave a minute shake of his head. He wouldn't be surprise if Bruce gives in. Not that Bruce had ever given in when Jason asked if they could have a pet. The old man even allowed Damian to keep a cow! In the Batcave!
"He haven't decided what kind of bird he wants to have but he was considering either chickens or ducks."
He was hit with the sad realisation that he had never seen a living chicken in all his life! Or, well lives, but point still stays. "Get 'im... chicken. Wanna see one..."
Dick chuckled. "Hear that, B? Jay also votes for giving Damian chickens."
Confusion flickered across Jason's mind? Bruce was with them? Where was he in the first place? Why was it so cold and hard to breathe? Why was he in so much pain? He groaned, trying to shift into a more comfortable and less painful position.
He hissed as his back flared up when the arms around him tightened. "Jay. Jay, stop moving."
"It- It hurts," he moaned, trying to move. There was a sudden agonising grating in his leg and a whine clawed out his throat.
"I know it does. But you need to keep still or you'll hurt yourself further." He felt Dick shifting before a hand guided his head to rest in the crook of a neck and he burrowed with a whimper, struggling to breathe properly. "Shh... Shh... It's okay. We're almost home."
Jason kept his eyes closed, tucking his aching arms closer to his chest, shivering. Why in the world was he so cold and hurting? What happened to him? He felt like he just threw himself into Gotham Harbour during winter, which happened once before when an unconscious Tim had tumbled into the water and Jason had to dive in to save his brother. It wasn't a pleasant experience and they both ended up with a worse-than-horrible pnemonia; Tim due to his lack of spleen, and Jason because he decided that he was fine and ended up nearly dying mid-patrol. "This... kinda stupid," he started, sucking in a breath, "but what... happened?" He remembered that he was chained in a room and there were some- four people torturing him. But Dick was here with him now and he recognised the rumble of the Batmobile which did not add up.
"You were caught, remember? Bruce and I got you out." Dick sounded concerned. "I'm sorry we didn't get there sooner."
"Oh." Jason screwed his eyes shut, wincing as a spasm jolted from his chest. "'s fine..."
"No, it isn't. We should have noticed that you were missing earlier. We- I kinda thought that you were just resting your arm and didn't want anyone to bother you."
And Jason honestly appreciated that because he would prefer it if his family would stop randomly popping up at his safehouses without his approval, or worse, without warning.
"But then you missed Sunday dinner and we grew worried because no one had seen you."
"Sorry for missing it," he mumbled.
"You shouldn't be sorry. Although you should have called for help. Why didn't you?"
He tried to remember how did he get caught in the first place. "Dunno. 'n't r'member." Was it an ambush? A trap? Pure luck?
There was a sigh. "It's okay. You're safe now."
A sardonic part of his mind scoffed. Safe could be really relative. Sure he was saved from his tormentors, but judging by the aches and agony inside and all over him, he doubted that he was out of danger. But he didn't voice it. "Thanks," he said instead, moving his head slightly and pressing what hoped was passable for a kiss to Dick's chin.
He could feel his brother glowing and vibrating at the gesture. And the overjoy was not fully concealed in the response, "Anytime, Little Wing."
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Camp Half-Blood Thanksgiving was a new tradition, only started after the war with Gaea when demigod lives weren’t as threatened, (keyword being as.)
Even while it was safe for more demigods to go home, some still chose to stay at camp year-round, or, in the case of Nico, they didn’t have anywhere to go. Thanksgiving in the Underworld could be interesting, but to be honest, the son of Hades was sort of trying to avoid undead beings for a little while.
“Everybody gather around,” Malcolm Pace, head of the Athena cabin after Annabeth left, calls. The rest of the counselors swarmed him as he began to hand out food assignments.
They had decided the best method of going about this was letting the head counselors of every cabin take over one section with Chiron’s aid and supervision. They were just a group of teenagers after all, and what do teenagers know about making group meals for a bunch of campers?
Not much, as it became abundantly clear to Nico as he stands cluelessly in the kitchen of the Big House.
“Nico, you’re on dessert with Drew and Clovis,” Malcolm informs him, steering him in the direction of the two, who are already peeling apples (Drew was peeling apples, Clovis seemed to have given up after one in favor of a quick nap.)
They were also sitting right next to one Will Solace, who was busy peeling potatoes and laughing at whatever Drew just said.
He hesitantly joined the two, trying his best not to make direct eye contact with the son of Apollo. Ever since his three days in the infirmary after the war took place, Nico didn’t know where they were going to go.
The answer was nowhere, apparently, as Will has made no attempt to ask him out since then.
“Why don’t you ask him out, then?” Jason had asked him when he was packing up his stuff from the summer as Nico complained to him. He had found that Jason was the only person with who he actually felt comfortable discussing his more-or-less crush on Will ever since the incident with Cupid.
“Because how am I supposed to know he’s not just like this with everyone? He’s crazy protective like that with everyone; I’m just waiting for him to at least give me a sign that he likes me too.”
Jason had just rolled his eyes. “I think you both are crazy oblivious.”
Nico crossed his arms. “Just because you have a girlfriend doesn’t mean you're the love expert.”
“Then why did you come to me?”
(Said girlfriend later broke up with him, but it’s not like Nico had made any progress anyway, so who cares.)
How was Nico even supposed to know what he wanted with Will anyway? He’d never been in a relationship before, and none of his crushes ever stemmed past more than, well, a crush.
He wishes Annabeth were still here. When it came to crushes on oblivious guys, she was an expert. Nico still doesn’t know how she did it.
“Hey, di Angelo, are you gonna help us with dessert, or should we just watch you stare at Solace all day?” Drew asks, dumping the apple mixture (how did she make that so quickly?) into the pie crust.
When he snaps back, glancing up at her and trying to ignore both Will’s eyes on him and the heat rising in his neck, she just snorts at him. “Wanna get started melting marshmallows for Rice Krispie Treats?”
He nods, and she takes the bag the Clovis had just been using as a pillow out from under his head and hands it to him.
Nico glances at it. “What do I do with this?”
“Mix it with half a stick of butter and pop it in the microwave,” she tells him. Nico follows instinct after that from what little cooking knowledge he has from growing up with Bianca.
As he stands back at the microwave, he can’t help but watch Will, rattling off reasons why his body had subjected him to have a crush on another boy way out of his league. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, assertive, but also nice, could probably carry him, and dumb as rocks.
“Invested in the mashed potatoes?” Will asks, once again snapping Nico out of his train of thought. He holds up a mostly-peeled potato. “Am I up to your standards?”
Instinctively, he straightens his back, playing along. “My Italian mother would cry at that potato,” he informs Will. Behind him, the microwave beeps, signaling its end, but Nico ignores it.
Will just laughs, shaking his head, and Nico continues. “Lucky for you, I don’t have much of a memory from Italy, so it’ll pass.”
“Thank god, you had me worried.”
Before he can say something else, Drew interrupts. “Are you going to get out the marshmallows before they solidify?” she asks him, then holds out a spoonful of some dessert for Will to try.
Nico sighs, turning back to the microwave and opening the door. He can’t tell if he’s jealous, or just frustrated about his first interaction with Will in a while has been cut short. There was that whole thing with Drew, too. He didn’t know what was between the two of them, and frankly, he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to know.
“Oh, and be careful, it’s hot!-” Drew warned last minute, but it was too late.
Nico grabs the bowl full-hands on, then immediately squeaks and drops the bowl on the floor with a clatter, the burn already settling into his hand.
Drew glances down at the buttery-marshmallow mess on the floor. “Couldn’t have even aimed for the counter?”
Meanwhile, Will stands up from potato duty, offering a hand out to Nico. “Alright, to the infirmary with you.”
He rolls his eyes, accepting it with his good hand and trying to ignore the way his other one feels like it’s burning off. Together, they exit the infirmary and make their way over to the infirmary next door.
Kayla is already set up for her shift, but as soon as she notices Will’s hand in Nico’s, she just nods them off to the back.
“I guess you don’t cook much?” Will asks once Nico is finally sat down.
“Never really had a reason to, I guess. Coach did all of the cooking when I was traveling with him and Reyna,” Nico explains as Will takes out some cream, tugging Nico’s hand forward so he can lay it on. He seems surprised when Nico barely flinches at it
“Usually Silvadene gets a scream out of campers,” he says, putting away the ointment and begins to wrap Nico’s hand.
“I think you're forgetting I got clawed by a werewolf” Nico reminds him, and Will shudders.
“Oh, no, I remember. Those were a nightmare to heal. Thank gods for nectar and ambrosia,” he says, then reaches behind him to a drawer, pulling out the godly food. “Speaking of which-”
He takes the small square, taking a bite out of the corner “Thanks.”
“What does it taste like for you?”
“Rice Krispie Treats.” Nico deadpans.
Will’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“No,” he snorts, and Will rolls his eyes, laughing lightly. Nico doesn’t know if it’s the sound or the ambrosia that makes his stomach warm.
Will stands up from his seat in front of the bed, putting away materials. He then reaches for Nico’s good hand again and pulls him up. “Well, anyway, you didn’t have to throw a bowl of marshmallow mix on the floor just to get my attention.”
Nico ignores his suddenly-flaming cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he tries to force out smoothly. His voice cracks a bit, and Will's lips twitch upwards. “I really did burn myself.”
“I know, but I could see you watching me.”
He swallows. “You could?” (He’s faced monsters, titans, gods, even Tartarus, but one cocky son of Apollo makes him suddenly lose all his chill?)
“Di Angelo, you are as obvious as I am oblivious. It took Drew telling me to notice, but once I did, I couldn’t stop,” he says, tugging Nico a little bit closer.
The son of Hades leans back a bit, trying to push away the skeletal butterflies in his stomach. “Are you two a thing? You seem awfully close.”
Will raises his eyebrows, and an amused smile on his lips as he pulls Nico even closer. The back of his legs are pressed against the bed, and with a good six inches on him, Will is towering over him.
“Well considering she’s gay and I’m into you, I would hope not,” he says quietly, wrapping one arm around Nico’s waist as he leans down.
“Oh.” Oh.
His face closes in towards Nico’s, so close that his heart is pounding as he waits for Will’s lips to reach his. (Nico could lean forward and speed up the process, but his entire body seems to be frozen in some emotion he can’t quite name yet.)
Just when their lips are inches apart, Will stops. “Can I kiss you?” he mumbles practically against them.
“Please,” Nico responds, and then there they are.
He’s never kissed anybody before. He doesn’t know if Will has, but he’s doing a bit better than Nico. It’s a little messy, and there are no fireworks like in the movies, but it’s with Will, and that’s all he can really ask for at any point.
Will’s hand tugs Nico’s waist closer to him as he tilts his head, and oh. He loses himself in the sensation as Will drops Nico’s hand, letting it move up Nico’s arm to his neck, and then into his hair.
Nico sighs into his mouth. Out of instinct, he put both hands on the back of Will’s neck, trying to pull him closer.
The sudden pressure on his hand makes him wince and step back. He would have tripped backward on the infirmary bed if it wasn’t for Will immediately grabbing his waist, keeping him steady.
“You okay?” he asks, slightly breathless, and the butterflies return to Nico’s stomach.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Do you think you can give me some more of that ambrosia? I need my hand to heal so we can keep doing that.”
Will smiles like he can’t help it, placing a kiss on Nico’s cheek before reaching into the drawer again.
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for the character headcannons ask game, jason and cass?
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT im putting this one under a cut because it got SUPER long bc i cant shut up ever
lets start w jason
A (realistic headcanon):
ok using the ‘realistic’ category here loosely but GOD i love the idea of Damian & Jason having interacted while Jason was staying with the League before getting dunked in the Lazarus Pit. like. this obviously would need to be set more in preboot and following the Lost Days & Batman Annual 25 version of Jason’s resurrection, but god the idea of it just makes me scream in a good way. Like... these are things Jason likely doesn’t remember very clearly once he’s brought back to life more fully by the pit because he was uh pretty catatonic, but Damian being a little kid and knowing about the boy that his mother keeps around the base, that she’s trying to help bring back to health. Damian not even knowing that’s his big brother, just that he’s a presence that shares his mother’s attention. Jason again being unresponsive but like, ok god you know that part of lost days where Talia shows the others observing him that he only fights back at those he perceives as genuine threats trying to hurt him,
Because Jason can perceive that she’s safe, she’s not actually trying to hurt him, he trusts her because she saved him? thinking about lil child Damian who is ya know already being trained in fighting stuff and like the idea of him trying to provoke Jason just to see what happens but Jason not fighting back because on some level be it his connection to Talia or even little baby Damian visually reminding him of Bruce, he knows that Damian is safe too 🥺
and then when Jason and Damian meet again in Gotham as Red Hood & Robin respectively, Jason not really remembering because there was so much going on back then for him, but Damian realizing that oh... that was Him
B (hilarious):
alright so if we are looking at comics currently, in modern stuff jason is what, like 22? hes old enough to drink in the US but still definitely early 20s so around my around my age, thats what im using as a basis here. if we adjust timeline and still consider his death having happened when he was 15, that puts it around 2013. and then coming back to like interacting with people about three years later if we still kinda base things off of the preboot timeframe (since we never got a super solid retelling of the timeline of death -> resurrection -> training -> tries to get revenge aside from knowing he went to the all-caste instead of the lost days version of the story) making him reenter the regular world and stuff around age 18 in 2016. meaning a solid three years of pop culture that he was entirely missing, and like im sorry but he really doesn’t strike me as the type to bother looking into what he missed, he’s kinda busy focusing on other stuff. lets take a quick look at some major things from those years. 2013 gave us ‘what does the fox say’ and ‘the harlem shake’ . 2014 had that time U2 just put a fuckin album on everyone’s phones, The Fault In Our Stars movie came out. 2015 introduced the phrase ‘Netflix and Chill’ and the whole blue & black vs gold & white dress debate happened. imagine any of the other batkids (or even arguably roy during rhato stuff) bringing these things up and jason’s ensuing confusion. thank you for your time
C (heart-crushing):
so. there are two specific instances from rebirth era Jason i want to bring up here and much like a lot of these it’s less a headcanon and more of an inference based on observations, but i wanna take a sec to discuss Jason’s relationship with other people’s death. early in rebirth, Tim ‘dies’ from that whole thing in detective comics. he didn’t actually die, we as readers know, but in-universe they all very much so thought he was dead. frustratingly a lot of the batfam wasn’t really shown mourning him aside from in the Detective Comics Rebirth title itself (which just. when a major character dies even if its temporary- that should have a ripple effect) BUT an exception to that is in RHATO 2016, where we get this offhanded comment in Jason’s internal monologuing
similarly later when Roy, who like, had an incredibly close relationship w Jason that had just gotten mended before Heroes in Crisis, gets fuckin murdered in that whole thing... Jason doesn’t go to his funeral either. He leaves a dramatic voice mail and then visits the grave on his own later, choosing to instead keep working on the mission they’d started rather than going and taking the time to mourn properly.
Jason’s relationship with death is incredibly complicated, obviously. He has died, he has come back, and he now is willing to cross the line most other bats won’t and will kill people when he deems it necessary. I think thats something important though- he doesn’t just like... go around killing for fun (usually, some writers preboot made him a little murder happy but even then usually this still was vaguely followed) he kills people he thinks deserved it. Like, even looking back at the mess of Morrison’s Jason during Batman & Robin 2009, Jason was still trying to bring a sense of justice with who he was killing (”punishment that fits the crime”), it wasn’t killing for the sake of killing. He sees things in this kind of almost black and white ‘people who deserve it’ and ‘people who don’t’ way, and he has no problem dealing with death when it’s with the people he thinks deserve it.
but when someone who doesn’t in his mind ‘deserve it’ gets killed? i think he just goes into total avoidance mode. throws himself into other things he’s doing, tries not to dwell on it too much no matter how much he still thinks about it (this is especially evident in him consistently telling people “i’m fine!” after what happened to Roy, despite bringing Roy up literally like every few issues for a WHILE after he died and very clearly still struggling with it, Artemis is the only one who gets through to him on it a little bit)
but yeah, I just think that from Jason’s relatively unique situation of having been murdered, he knows what it’s like and he is perfectly fine wishing that on people he thinks are bad and deserve it, but it crushes him to imagine the people he loves and cares about having to experience something as painful as what he went through. not to mention the whole “I came back, why do I get a second chance at all this when they, who are a much better person than I am, probably won’t” mindset we get some implications of him having
D (canon is a coward and won’t)
hello DC i am once again insisting a batfam member is bisexual
CASS TIME
A (realistic headcanon):
ok so we know cass likes ballet. thats canon. however i think we also should in general explore cass experiencing other types of dance/performance as well, be it herself as a performer or even just watching. like... god imagine her & like my brain just automatically for group activities puts her with tim steph and duke but also for this in particular I feel would be a Jason embraced activity, but like them going to see a broadway show or some other professional theatre or something, and her just being enthralled by the reading of body language of the performers! like again by any point in current stuff cass does have like, the ability to speak fine (reading still hard tho) but even so I think like. okay im a theatre kid if that’s not obvious from the Everything About Me but one thing I always do after seeing a show is ya know spend dinner afterwards discussing it with whoever i saw it with.
I just think that like, bringing those people i just mentioned to the table to discuss seeing a show after would be so FASCINATING because cass would bring this whole perspective of critiquing their acting on a whole different level- not based on how well they delivered lines out loud, but by what their body language was saying as they moved on stage. like im very amused by the idea of cass getting a totally different picture in her mind about what a character’s motivations were because she was paying way more attention to what their physicality was saying vs the words that were written and how they were delivered. i think the debates her and the others would have would be EPIC there. jason defending the text as it was written adamantly and cass being like ‘ok yeah sure but thats not what they did’
B (hilarious):
cass having no concept of money because why would she bother? is SO funny to me. like it’s not that she couldn’t be reasonable if she wanted to, but like, she knows that the Waynes are well off so it’s not something she actually needs to be concerned about, so she just goes hog wild. takes steph out to fancy dinners and makes steph order for them since cass ya know doesn’t really read the menus, and steph’s like ‘jesus christ this costs-” “don’t worry about it” “but cass-” and she just holds up one of bruce’s credit cards and steph’s still like “but you don’t even know the range-” “it is fine”
bruce does not have the heart to tell her to stop
C (heart-crushing):
i mean this is pretty much canon but especially now after death metal where she’s remembering, not just being told by a guy using weird alternate timeline technology, that she used to be an adopted member of the Wayne family... like that hurts so bad. To look at these people who have ya know been kind to her, Bruce has still been a father-like figure to her (i mean literally from the moment they met in New 52 canon during the flashback in Batman & Robin Eternal, where he’s telling her that she’s not a monster just because of what people forced her to do.... that she’s a hero... that hug.... dad behavior), and they do to some extent treat her as family... But to then really know, to feel and remember that she was actually adopted! She was a part of their family. To look at how she’s been calling herself Orphan while working with them this whole time... that’s so heartbreaking! I have cried about this idea so much! I want so badly a conversation between her and Bruce now where he offers to officially adopt her again, I need it so bad and if it doesn’t happen at some point in the next year or two I will be so distraught.
D (canon is a coward and won’t)
i want an in-depth exploration of cass’ relationship to her own gender. being raised without language and you know with so much of her life being independent (remember: CASS RAN AWAY AROUND THE WORLD WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING ANY SPOKEN LANGUAGE) and outside of an organized society impressing too much of gender expectations on her, i feel like the way she experiences it would be very unique! like sure she’s so far been fine with being assigned ‘girl’ (ya know that comes with batgirl, and how people just automatically treated her based on how she looks) but in terms of gender expression and like her actual relationship with ‘traditional femininity’ etc like... because of how she was raised I just think she’d have a really different perspective on it that could be cool to explore, and I think she’d fall outside of the binary after she really thinks about how she identifies.
tldr on that: she/they nb cass is what i’m getting at here
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didn’t I mention? : d.d
surprise! two pieces in one day, i do spoil you guys sometimes
brief summary: your cousin is in town and wants to hang out, so of course you invite him over. it turns out you might’ve forgotten to mention a small detail to david about who he is
word count: 1.8k
requested: nope, just an idea i had because everyone loved my last marvel/vlog squad cross over piece
warnings: all fluff
* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0
(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)
“Hey, Dave is it okay if my cousin comes over? He’s in town for a few days.” You call out from the sofa as David stands in the kitchen grabbing a snack as he stares at his phone.
As he walks back over, he lifts his head up to see you looking at him. “Sorry, I zoned out.” He chuckles, watching you roll your eyes as he sits down beside you. “What was the question?”
“My cousin is in town for work, is it alright if he comes over for a bit?” You question and David leans back, surprised by your question. “It’s okay if not, I’ll go meet him for coffee when he has a chance.” You quickly add, trying to hide your nerves.
“No no, of course!” He rambles, catching your eyes and seeing the smile he loves return across your lips. “I’m just surprised, you don’t talk about your family much.” He comments and you look across to Natalie whose eyes widen. “Not that it’s a bad thing, I just,”
“David, stop there before you dig a hole any deeper.” Natalie warns him and he obliges.
“Sorry,” He mutters to you, burying his head into the crook of your neck as you chuckle at his scruff along your skin.
Lifting your hand up, you bury it into his hair, hearing him groan at the comfort of it. “You don’t have to be sorry, my family are pretty private.” You explain as he leans back, focusing on you. “They just don’t really do social media and with my job, they prefer to keep away from it all.” You shrug your shoulders.
“I get that.” He nods along. “But yeah, I’d love to meet him, what’s his name? Just so I don’t call him dude the entire time.” He jokes and you smile.
“His name is Chris.” You tell him as you glance over at Natalie who tries to stop her smile from getting any wider. “And I think you’ll get on really well.”
David smiles proudly at the comment and sits upright. “I’m sure we will, baby.” He kisses your cheek before grabbing his laptop and resumes editing. “Is he coming today or tomorrow, as I know some of the guys are coming over to hang out later.”
Looking down at your phone, you see a new message from Chris. “He’s free this afternoon. Could meet a few of my friends he hears so much about.” You tell him, seeing him nod as you text him back.
*
“Y/n’s cousin, Chris, eh?” Corinna speaks up as she collapses down on the sofa, Carly and Erin following in with Starbucks for Jason. “Is he cute?” She asks you, smirking as she raises an eyebrow.
“Ew, you can’t ask her that, he’s her cousin.” Erin says as Carly films. “Besides, didn’t you say he’s like forty?”
You nod in response. “He’s in his late thirties but acts like he’s in his twenties. Probably to do with his job.”
“What does he do?” Jason questions as he sips his coffee, sitting on the edge of the sofa as David walks in and everyone turns to look at him. “Hold that question, Y/n. Dave, what’re you wearing?”
David looks down at his checked trousers. “What, they’re comfy.” He states.
“Not those,” Jason sighs. “the top.”
“Oh, this,” He chuckles. “it’s comfy too.”
You bury your face in your hands, realising this isn’t only going to be entertaining but also embarrassing for the both of you. “Why do you have a photo of us printed across an entire shirt, babe?” You ask him.
“It’s my favourite photo of us.” He proudly admits, smiling to you as a series of ‘aws’ sound throughout the room. “And I want your cousin to know I care about you a lot, by wearing your face.”
“Well, it’s your funeral.” You mutter as Natalie looks over and takes out David’s camera, waiting for the moment to arrive.
“Anyway, back to you Y/n, what does he do?” Jason repeats his question, turning his focus back onto you.
Shuffling in your seat, you check your phone to see he’s about ten minutes away. “Well, he’s trying to make it as an actor currently.”
Jason nods along. “Oh acting, huh? Brave choice. Not the easiest to make it into.”
“Yeah, I know. He’s landed a few small roles in recently, so he’s doing alright.” You comment, knowing Natalie is trying to hide her laugh and pride for you. “Oh shit,” You look down to see he’s texted again. “he’s here.”
Corinna shuffles and pulls down her top slightly and flips her hair back whilst everyone vlogging prepares themselves. David rushes over, wiping his hands repeatedly over his trousers.
“Oh and one more thing, no comments about our sex life. That I don’t want my cousin leaving with graphic details of.” You point to everyone who nods in response.
“Do I look okay?” David asks you quietly as you start to walk toward the front door. “I really want him to approve of me, like I know he’s your cousin but he’s still family.” He rambles.
You try not to squeal at how adorable he sounds and instead you walk over and kiss him softly. “He’ll love you, trust me. All you have to do is be yourself and you’ll get along just fine.” You reassure him.
David exhales deeply before walking over and sitting down beside Jason. “He’s just a guy, Dave.” Jason pats his back as David shakes his hands, hearing you opening the front door.
“Hey, I’m so glad you could make it!” You happily greet Chris, bringing him into a hug.
“Since when did you get so tall?” He jokes with you as you roll your eyes. “I’m glad we could hang out, it’s been too long.”
Inside of the living room, David tenses as he shoots Natalie a look as she holds the camera. “Why does he sound familiar?” David asks Jason who simply shrugs his shoulders.
“Come on in, David is excited to meet you.” You nudge Chris who follows in slowly. “Okay, so this is my cousin, Chris.” You keep your eyes on everyone as Chris walks in, fully in show as he waves.
“Hey guys,” He speaks up with a smile and you try to hold back your laugh as you watch jaws drop.
“Y/n,” Jason is the first to speak up as everyone else remains too stunned to talk. “your cousin Chris is, THE Chris Evans?” He questions.
You look up at Chris and then back to Jason. “Erm, yeah, I guess he is.” You say with a laugh. “Didn’t I mention that?”
“No, Y/n. We would’ve fuckin’ remembered if you did.” Erin rambles, trying to maintain her composure and remember the fact she is engaged.
“So, which one is David?” Chris asks, looking down to you.
A small smile forms on your lips as you roll on your heels. “Why don’t you take a guess?”
David can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he remains in complete shock. He can barely progress the fact that you’re related to Captain America, let alone that he is stood in his living room and wants to meet him.
Chris follows the faces across the room until he lands on David. “I’m guessing he’s the guy wearing a picture of you both on his top?” Chris chuckles and David lifts his head up, looking as nervous as ever. “What’s up, dude?”
Still stunned, Jason nudges David to force a response out of him. “Hi Cap, I mean, Chris.” David stumbles over his words which you can’t help but smile at. In the last few years, you’ve watched your cousin grow as an actor and his fan base rise, David being one of them.
Walking over toward David, you rest your hand in his. “Hey, it’s okay. He’s a normal guy, really.” You quietly comfort him as his eyes widen.
“Babe, I don’t think you get it. He’s Captain America.” He whisper yells as Chris walks over.
“It’s true, Y/n. I am.” Chris adds and you roll your eyes, hearing David giggle excitedly.
*
Eventually, everyone settled down as Chris drank coffee and chatted about memories growing up. There was the occasional question about his acting roles, and the people he’s worked with, but mostly he just asked about everyone else.
You sat alongside David, holding his hand the entire time. He kept asking you to pinch him, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming which you did repeatedly.
“You know, this makes sense now.” Carly blurts out and Chris raises an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah, how so?” He responds, leaning back as your eyes widen, wondering what she’s about to say.
“Well when we saw one of the Avengers movies, I think Corinna said if she met you the things she’d wanna do to you and-”
“Yeah let's not mention all those now, Carly.” Corinna cuts Carly off, flashing a smile to Chris.
“But Y/n just stayed quiet, like I thought she just preferred like the pink panther or something but no, you’re related.” She says proudly and Chris opens his mouth to correct her, but you subtly shake your head to him.
All of the cameras have now been put away as Chris gets ready to leave. “Seriously come by anytime, Chris.” Jason comments and everyone nods in agreement, making you smile proudly as you and David see him to his car.
“Well thanks, guys, it was great meeting you all.” He says happily. “And I’ll check out your videos once Y/n sends me the links.”
“Oh my god, Chris Evans is going to see our vlogs.” Erin quickly mutters to Carly in realisation.
Walking out from the house, you stand beside David as Chris sighs. “I’m glad I stopped by, kid. It’s good to see you doing so well out here.” Chris tells you and you can feel your heartwarming at his comment. “I know how rough it was initially for you.
“Yeah, it wasn’t easy. But I made some great friends who helped out a lot.” You glance over to David who can’t wipe his smile off his face.
“Well, you treat her well, David.” Chris steps forward, bringing David into a hug and David’s eyes widen as you take a quick photo. “Let me know when you’re back home for dinner sometime and bring David too.” Chris says as he hugs you tightly before walking back toward his car. “See you guys soon!”
“Bye Chris!” You wave to him, seeing David almost frozen on the spot. “Dave, you in there, baby?” You shake him lightly, watching as he turns to face you.
“Did I just dream that whole thing?” He asks once more and you chuckle, pinching his cheek. “Ow.” He mutters, rubbing his cheek. “So I really just met Chris Evans?”
“Yeah,” You tell him. “just you wait ‘til you watch the footage back, and realise what you wore.” You joke as you walk back inside as David swears under his breath.
#oh my god#i loved writing this#i just love cross over pieces#david dobrik#david dobrik imagine#david dobrik fluff#david dobrik oneshot#david dobrik angst#david dobrik x reader#david dobrik writing#vlog squad#vlog squad imagine#vlog squad imagines#vlog squad oneshot#vlog squad fluff#vlog squad angst#vlog squad x reader#vlogsquad#vlogsquad imagine#vlogsquad imagines#vlogsquad fluff#vlogsquad angst#vlogsquad x reader
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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 25
aka Caleo uni au
Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…
Chapter summary: Halloween aftermath
A/N: Sorry for the wait again! This chapter wanted to become long (for my chapter) so I just couldn't finish it in time. About the future schedule, there won't be another chapter this week but given it's only Tuesday now, I think I may be able to update again Friday next week. Fingers crossed!
Thanks for all the comments again, you guys make me so motivated to continue! ♥ But I won't rant more, now I'll let you know what happens after the cliffhanger of ch 24.
Words: 3,8k+
Genre: romance & hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
previous chapter / AO3
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Calypso woke up with her head banging in pain and a sour taste in her mouth. She also felt like throwing up. What was even worse than that, though, was that she had no idea where she was. She was still wearing a flowy, white dress instead of her pajamas and she didn’t recognize the bed she had slept in. Perhaps the strangest part was that she could hear light snoring from the floor behind the foot of the bed. She sat up on the bed so she could see who caused the sound, panic starting to surge in her veins when she recognized the dark mop of hair under a blanket.
It was Leo, sleeping on a mattress that had been taken from the other side of the double bed she had been sleeping in. What on earth had possessed him to sleep there, Calypso wondered worriedly.
Pulling a cover over her (which, she knew, was silly because obviously Leo had already seen her in her dress earlier) she continued scanning her surroundings and slowly started making some conclusions. This had to be Jason and Piper’s house, where they had stayed the night after the Halloween party. A party. Right. Her last clear thoughts were from the moment when she had seen the two Hunter girls arrive at the party. After that, she remembered vaguely fleeing the room and finding something to drink, and that’s when her memory got really blurry. And that was the truly scary part. She hadn’t been truly drunk even once within the past five years but she did know way too well what had happened the previous time she had done that. The biggest mistake of her life.
Before she allowed her mind to draw any more conclusions, she decided to rise from her bed and check up on Leo. He was still sound asleep and since the blanket had partially fallen off of him, she could see that he was wearing a tank top and boxers, which she took as a good sign. Since they both were at least somewhat clothed, she thought it was quite unlikely that they had crossed the line that she was not ready to cross. But that didn’t mean that nothing had happened.
“Ahem,” she cleared her throat while wrapping the bed cover around her a bit better, trying to make Leo wake up. She needed to do that at least twice more before he finally stirred.
“Wha… Woah!” He yelped with surprise when he realized where he was and with whom, quickly pulling his blanket over his mostly bare legs. “Morning, Sunshine. How are you feeling today?”
The panic had momentarily made Calypso forget about her headache and dizziness but now that Leo reminded her of it, she realized they hadn’t disappeared anywhere. Sitting back on her bed, she sighed.
“I’ve been better, that’s for sure.” She rubbed her forehead for a moment. “The worst part is that I have no idea what happened last night.”
“You… don’t remember any of it?” Leo asked while sitting up, and Calypso thought she could hear a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“I do remember what happened before my first drink,” Calypso clarified. “But not much after that.”
“In that case, I think I can help you fill some gaps,” Leo replied. “If you want to.”
“That would be good.” Calypso tried to undo some knots in her hair with her fingers, sighing with frustration. “Maybe you can start with explaining why we are both here. I mean, in this room. I think Piper and Jason have several extra rooms in their house.”
Leo’s face turned bright red at the implications of Calypso’s question. He had to clear his throat before he managed to answer. “Um… You were really not feeling well last night… And to be honest, some moments you seemed pretty desperate to… I don’t know, it seemed like you were trying to escape from Thalia and Reyna every time they tried to talk to you. So, um, we, as in, me, Piper, Jason, Annabeth and Percy thought that someone should probably keep an eye on you. Just in case. So. I volunteered.”
Calypso wanted to keep Leo distracted so he wouldn’t ask more about Thalia and Reyna so she asked: “But why you, and not for example Piper? She lives here so it would have been easier for her. You could have just driven home and come to pick me up today or something.”
“That’s… that’s true but I felt it was my duty… as your flatmate, of course… to make sure you’re OK,” Leo stuttered. Calypso had a feeling it wasn’t the whole truth but she didn’t push it.
“Alright,” Calypso said. “But why were you sleeping in this room? Like I said earlier, there are other places…”
“Ahem,” Leo made a coughing sound again. “That’s because you asked me to stay here. And I’m not lying about that. You can think anything you want about me but I would not do anything without your consent… um, not that any of that has even crossed my mind, gods.”
Even though Calypso was relieved to hear that because it proved that nothing had happened between them, she had to admit to herself that perhaps a tiny part of her was a bit disappointed. Leo’s reply made it sound like he did not have any romantic feelings towards her. Or then he was a liar. Either way, Calypso wasn’t sure what she should think.
“I… asked you to stay with me?” she repeated instead.
“Um, yeah,” Leo replied, his fingers tapping on his blanket absentmindedly. “You said something about nightmares… and I dunno, you just didn’t wanna be alone. Piper asked if you’d like her to stay but… you picked me? I don’t know why.”
There was a long pause before Calypso answered. Maybe it was her dizzy head making her make decisions she usually wouldn’t, but she thought there was no reason to deny it anymore. Feeling the warmth on her cheeks, she finally replied: “That’s because – I hate myself for this, but - you… you mean more to me than her.”
“I… what?” Leo frowned, looking like he was wondering if he had heard right.
Calypso sighed deeply and hid her face into her hands. She hated how fast her heart was racing in that moment. “I’ve been trying to deny that for several weeks now, but… I guess the drunk me was more honest than what I usually am.”
Leo crossed his arms, inching closer to Calypso on his mattress so he could look at her directly. “But… but… what does it mean? I mean, I do have an idea because I’m not an idiot even if I seem like one – but I need to hear it from you.”
“Leo Valdez, it means I like you! In a very non flatmate like way! There, are you happy now?” Calypso’s voice started cracking and she felt like she was on the verge of tears.
“Of course I am!” He exclaimed, almost jumping up from his mattress. “I think I’ve had a crush on you ever since you got mad at me for smashing your table!”
Calypso’s mouth opened in surprise. “You… have? But… how?”
“When you got mad at me that time, I saw some fire in your eyes. Like, OK, I’m gonna admit that you looked hot from moment one but I didn’t care about that. I didn’t,” he repeated when Calypso looked at him skeptically. “I know a lot of girls who kinda remind me of you with their shiny long hair, perfect eyelashes, et cetera, but many of them are the type of people who used to laugh at me at high school. And I mean, not in a good way. But when I saw that fire, somehow I was convinced that you were different. You have just the kind of spunk that I like and you’re not afraid to call me out when I deserve it – but you’re still fair and don’t judge the book by its cover. Fine, of course I was worried I was wrong and you wouldn’t forgive me for that mistake. But, somehow, this one time, I was right. And I only got more convinced as I learned to know you better.”
“Leo…” Calypso was starting to lose the fight against the tears.
Leo looked extremely worried when he realized she was crying. “What? I thought you’d be happy to hear that? I like you – you apparently like me for whatever crazy reason – what’s the problem?”
Calypso tried to brush off the tears from her face before answering, her eyes sparkling with frustration. “The problem is that you just made this – what I should do – a hundred times harder! If… if you hadn’t answered to my feelings, I could have just tried to accept that and eventually moved on. But… how are we going to live with this knowledge, live under the same roof… when nothing can happen?!”
Leo started to freak out. “What do you mean ‘nothing can happen’? Calypso, could you please finally be clear with me? Why did you just confess your feelings and then say… that?”
Calypso didn’t miss that Leo used her full first name, a thing he did quite rarely. Her voice was still a bit hoarse when she answered:
“Alright. I have plenty of reasons but here’s the first one: In the past… I’ve had nothing but unsuccessful relationships. I may have been really young back then, but it made me doubt myself, Leo. Several guys I really liked - and I imagined they liked me back - told me some big words… only to run to their ‘real’ girlfriends at the first possible opportunity. You’d probably say ‘but that was many years ago, screw those guys’!”
“Damn right, I would!” Leo exclaimed, slamming his fist on the floor next to him to emphasize his point.
“… And I wish it was that simple but it isn’t.” Calypso shook her head. “There’s more to that story than I care to explain right now. And then I met Percy a couple of years later and thought that maybe I’d be ready to try again. Well, you know what happened. It did not work out and I decided that when I’d finally have my freedom… I mean, when I’d move out and start my studies, I would make sure that I really am ready for a relationship before starting one. And I’m sorry, but… I don’t think I’m quite there yet. I want to learn to love myself before… you know.”
Leo finally stood up from his mattress and sat down next to her on the bed, not even caring about the fact that he was still wearing only a thin tank top and boxers anymore.
“I guess I can understand that,” he said, spontaneously taking her hand into his as a comforting gesture. “I’m no stranger to self doubt.”
“Then I guess we have that in common…” Calypso sighed, allowing Leo’s hands to remain on hers. “However… that’s not the only reason why I think it would not be a good idea.”
“What else is there?” Leo asked.
Calypso looked down at their intertwined hands sadly. “Well… I think I’ve told you my father is not the nicest of guys… But the truth is, I left home without his consent or knowledge. So, he’s probably looking for me right now. And if he does find me, I don’t know what will happen. I may have to go back. And I definitely don’t want him to find out about you. He has money and a lot of power and he’s capable of ruining anyone’s life if he wants to. He’d probably blame you for hiding me and have you arrested or something… It would break me if something happened to any of you, because of me.”
“Why… Why haven’t you told this to me before?” Leo’s grip on her hand tightened slightly and even though Calypso didn’t dare to look into his eyes, she imagined that they were burning in anger like she had seen a couple of times before.
Calypso rubbed her forehead tiredly with her free hand. “Because… what would you do in that situation?! I’d arrive at your home and introduce myself: ‘hey, I’m Calypso, your new flatmate, and by the way, I’m running away from my father who may or may not have kept me as a hostage for several years, but yeah, nice to meet you!’”
“A hostage?” Leo was practically growling now.
“Well… “ Calypso was suddenly hesitant, realizing she had revealed more than intended. “I was allowed to go to places… sometimes… but never alone… And I was homeschooled so… I did spend a lot of time at home… but we had a huge mansion… So it wasn’t like I was trapped in a basement or something…”
“But that doesn’t make it any more right!” Leo was almost yelling now. “I want to do something, I want to let people know what kind of person he is so he can’t keep doing that to you or anyone else anymore!”
“Leo, you can’t!” Calypso squeezed his hand, finally looking up at him. “Do you know how dangerous that would be?! And I swear, with his money he would only make the police go quiet about the whole situation… The main thing is that I’m here, right now, and relatively safe. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he doesn’t care where I am. I don’t know what he’s thinking, to be honest.”
Leo was quiet for a while, breathing heavily and fiddling with the bed covers. “Well… Fine, I’ll let that be, for now. But I swear to gods, or the River Styx, or whatever the hell those ancient Greeks used to swear on, that if he does something to you, I will not let it be anymore. I… and I think I can speak for all of our friends, that we all… will make sure that he will go down with a bang.”
Leo’s comment about the ancient Greeks managed to cheer Calypso up a bit. “You sound like you would physically fight him. And how exactly would you do that?” she asked. “With your tools?”
“That’s not a bad idea!” Leo exclaimed, getting into his fantasies. “I would definitely bring my trusty hammer. Or, I could build a…”
“Hey, now, I was not being serious! But you sound like you are,” Calypso stopped him by putting a finger on his lips. “I absolutely don’t want you to do anything where you could get hurt.”
“Me? Getting hurt? That’s unheard of,” Leo attempted to joke once Calypso removed her finger from his lips.
“Alright, now you’re not being serious. Didn’t you once tell me that you joke especially when you’re nervous?” Calypso remembered one of their earlier conversations.
Leo’s smirk disappeared. “Want me to be honest? I’m not great at the feelings stuff. But I just heard you tell me that you like me. For a moment I was like: ‘hey, for once the chick you like likes you back, maybe this could work out’. And then you told me that apparently your father is some kind of psycho who is still controlling you, his adult daughter. I am glad that you told me about all this but you can’t expect me to stay calm when someone I care about is in danger. You wouldn’t stay calm either, would you?”
Calypso shook her head. “No. You’re right. I would also want to help you. And I really am sorry, I wish things were different and we could… Maybe one day. That’s all I can say.”
Leo sighed and ran his free hand through his hair. “OK. I get it.”,
A silence fell into the room as they both tried to take in what had just happened. Some automatic reaction made Calypso lean her head against Leo’s shoulder as if she was trying to tell him with the touch that she really was sorry. She was thankful he did not shift away. Eventually, she asked:
“So… tell me more about last night. Did I embarrass myself badly?”
“Naah…” Leo lied at first, a smile returning to his face as he remembered some of the things that had happened.
“You just flinched,” Calypso noted. “I felt it. You’re totally lying.”
“Fine. It was pretty funny when you had a karaoke duet with Piper and were too drunk to be able to read the lyrics from the screen so you came up with the words yourself. And at one point you just suddenly switched to Greek and none of us could understand what you were saying. But it wasn’t that bad. And even drunk your voice was kinda impressive. And your dance moves were definitely better than mine.”
“Wait, what? I danced too? Gods, please tell me no one filmed that,” Calypso asked, horrified.
“I can promise no such thing!” Leo grinned, and Calypso stopped leaning her head against him, instead elbowing him on the ribs. “Ow! I’m just joking! I don’t know if Piper got any photo material of that but I was busy dancing with you so I didn’t have time to film anything. Promise.”
“Alright. Sorry.” She lowered her head on his shoulder again.
“Guess we’ll have to hunt down Piper after this,” Leo said with amusement before recalling something. “Anyway, something kinda weird happened too. Like I said, it really seemed like you were trying to avoid Reyna and Thalia and I have no idea why. Every time they got close, you were like ‘gotta get a drink’ or ‘let’s go dance’ or ‘bathroom break’. I’m not even sure if you greeted them. Can you explain that?”
“I… uh,” Calypso tried to come up with something that she wouldn’t have to tell the whole story. “My half sister Zoë… She used to be a Hunter. But she died some years ago. An accident. I think those two probably knew her and… the wound is still too deep so I didn’t want to have to talk about her. It would have ruined everyone’s night.”
“I’m sorry,” Leo said, causing chills in Calypso’s back by running his thumb on the palm of her hand. “I had no idea... Feels like I’m learning a lot more about you now than I have the past few months…”
“I probably should have told you about that earlier… So I’m sorry too.”
Leo bit his lip as if he was struggling to decide something. “If it makes you feel any better… I know how it feels to lose someone important. My mum. She died in a fire. Yeah, the fire that started my fear,” Leo confirmed Calypso’s suspicions. “She was the only family I had and after that I went from home to home and no one wanted to keep me… Sometimes I ran away too… That kept going until Emmie and Jo finally found me. It… doesn’t really get easier, but somehow… you still learn to live with it. Because you have to.”
“Yeah. I know the feeling. But if you have to find something positive out of this situation… at least we’re safe now. And we’re not alone, right? That’s what they’d want for us, right?” Calypso sounded a bit unsure, though.
“Yeah. You’re right.” They stayed quiet for a while, but this time the silence was comforting. Finally, Leo decided to break it, in his typical way.
“No offense, Cal, but you could use a shower. For all of our sake.”
Calypso quickly sat farther from him. “Oh my gods, Leo, that is so not appropriate, especially in a situation like this! What’s wrong with you?”
Leo put his hands up defensively. “Was just trying to be honest! The alcohol and the throwing up did not do good to you.”
“Geez, I hate you,” Calypso mumbled.
“That’s fine because I hate you too,” Leo claimed.
“Not what you said a moment ago,” Calypso retorted.
“I could say the same back at you.”
Suddenly both Leo and Calypso burst out laughing, needing to release the tension the whole conversation had created. Calypso didn’t remember when she had last laughed that long or hard but she didn’t care, it simply felt right in that moment. When she and Leo finally calmed down, she said quietly:
“Maybe we are idiots, both of us.”
“Maybe. But normalcy is not for me. I learned that a while ago.”
“Same, to be honest.”
Calypso and Leo’s eyes met. Some barriers had been broken that day and even though there was still a lot of work to do, Calypso realized that it had felt good to talk to Leo. He hadn’t judged or questioned, at least not in the way she had expected. He had seemed to accept that she’d come out of her shell with her own terms. Something about it all just felt so right, and when she remembered that he had also admitted he liked her back… she decided it was time to get a bit crazy. Screw the consequences, if they couldn’t enjoy this moment, then what could they enjoy? That’s why she let her hand brush his cheek before resting it in his hair, gently lifting his chin with her other hand so he’d know her intentions…
“Do you think… we could forget about the stupid rules just for a moment?” She asked, resting her forehead on his.
“I think I’m down with that,” Leo smiled at her softly (Calypso didn’t like admitting it but that soft smile never failed to get to her).
They closed their eyes and started leaning even closer, but just when their lips were about to meet, the door opened. The couple quickly separated when Piper peeked in.
“I heard some laughter from here so I thought I’d come to check…” Then she noticed their expressions. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!”
“Didn’t interrupt anything,” Leo mumbled, although it was quite clear from his voice he was disappointed.
“Yeah, no worries,” Calypso tried to reassure her as well, although her eyes seemed to be interested in a wrinkle on her dress.
“OK…” Piper wasn’t at all convinced but she didn’t comment on it more. “Well, I just wanted to tell you that we have breakfast downstairs. Whenever you’re up to it.”
“Yeah, we’ll be there in a minute! Just let me… clean up a bit.” Calypso exclaimed, getting up and starting to head to the closest bathroom. Leo also got up from the bed and started pulling on the clothes he had had under his costume the previous day.
“See you soon then,” Piper said, leaving the very flustered couple to get prepared for the day. Calypso could imagine that she and Jason would probably get good laughs from this once she and Leo would leave.
#caleo#leo valdez#calypso#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#trials of apollo#my fics#caleo uni au
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How A Demon Commissions An Angel ~ A Daminette FanFic ~ Chapter 8: A Review Of Friendships
From the phone of Marinette Dupain-Cheng:
Chat Name: Mr. Postscript
Me: We’re getting nowhere with this!!!
Mr. Postscript: You don’t say…
Me: Your sarcasm isn’t helping.
Mr. Postscript: Well, it certainly can’t be hurting our progress seeing as we aren’t making any.
Me: Ughhhhh, Damian!!!
Mr. Postscript: What do you want me to do? It’s not my fault Todd isn’t exactly the sentimental type! Our only “inside jokes” are our attempts on the other’s life.
Me: Right.
Me: I just don’t see how we can get Grayson’s piece planned out so quickly and yet still not have even a single detail for Jasons besides knowing it needs to be a leather jacket!
Mr. Postscript: And that it won’t have any pockets.
Me: Not. Helping.
Me: Or happening.
Mr. Postscript: I don’t know what to say then.
Mr. Postscript: Grayson is quite possibly the easiest person on the planet to please alright? He’s the most emotional in the family and would probably always have been the easiest to design for.
Mr. Postscript: Todd, on the other hand, is difficult, in all meanings of the words.
Me: What do you mean by that?
Mr. Postscript: If you knew them, you’d see what I mean.
Mr. Postscript: It’s like this, if Grayson is the most annoyingly cheery and friendly person, then Todd would be his opposite: frustratingly angry and antagonistic.
Me: Huh, he didn’t seem like it when we talked.
Mr. Postscript: Need I remind you that you had a short exchange on a stolen phone?
Me: Right, sorry.
Me: But I get the comparison!
Me: Grayson = Brightly colored Xmas sweater Jason = Leather biker jacket worn by someone with a chip on his shoulder
Mr. Postscript: An apt description.
Me: He did seem to care about you though…
Me: He wants you to stay, they all do.
Mr. Postscript: I assure you that was news to me.
Me: Did you think they didn’t?
Mr. Postscript: I don’t know what I thought. Our family has never been particularly open with our feelings.
Me: Even Grayson? You say he’s emotional right?
Mr. Postscript: It’s hard to explain.
Me: Wanna try?
Mr. Postscript: Didn’t we just have a conversation about my complicated relationships? Do you really want to do this again so soon?
Me: I’m good to go. It’s really about if you want to.
Me: I’m not going to push, Damian. That’s not what I’m trying to do.
Mr. Postscript: What are you trying to do?
Me: I don’t know, understand? Listen? Like I told your brother, I do think of you as a friend.
Me: This doesn’t all have to be one long give and take exchange.
Mr. Postscript: Right.
Mr. Postscript: So we’re doing this.
Me: Not if you don’t want to!
Mr. Postscript: Stop the indecisiveness and concern, I’ve agreed alright!
Me: If you’re sure…
Mr. Postscript: Unlike you, I’m not in the habit of doing things I don’t want to.
Me: Whoa!
Me: Low blow! Foul!
Me: Foul I say!
Mr. Postscript: Sorry?
Mr. Postscript: I can’t tell if you’re kidding….
Me: I am! :)
Mr. Postscript: …
Mr. Postscript: You’re a dork.
Me: No, I’m an angel. You said so yourself!
Mr. Postscript: I’m regretting that now…
Me: Mhmmm, sure….
Mr. Postscript: Can we get back to my complicated family now?
Me: Great idea.
Mr. Postscript: Wait a moment.
Mr. Postscript: Was this all an attempt at reverse psychology?
Me: Well…
Me: If it was, I’d say it worked, wouldn’t you?
Mr. Postscript: …
Mr. Postscript: You unnerve me sometimes.
Me: Really, why?
Mr. Postscript: You always seem to have the upperhand. I find myself often saying things I normally never would around you.
Me: I feel the same most of the time.
Me: I wish I could talk to my classmates the way I talk to you.
Mr. Postscript: Right, well I’m glad to see the feeling is mutual.
Mr. Postscript: Now as for my family…
Me: Okay, I’m listening.
Mr. Postscript: Right, well.
Mr. Postscript: Like I said, feelings aren’t addressed much in our family.
Mr. Postscript: It wasn’t like that in my mother’s family either I suppose.
Mr. Postscript: It’s hard to explain but I assume it’s because they’ve all been together longer.
Mr. Postscript: I don’t know. It’s like my family is talking and I’ll be right there and it’s like I’m only getting half the conversation. My brothers, they understand each other in a way I can’t seem to.
Mr. Postscript: I suppose it’s because they know each other’s histories or maybe it’s just because they’re better at understanding people than I am. What do people call it, reading between the lines?
Mr. Postscript: They may not get along together all the time but they can communicate well enough. I can’t seem to figure out when something’s a joke or not.
Mr. Postscript: It’s difficult to describe.
Mr. Postscript: Like you pointed out before, I also have trouble refraining from making assumptions and those do tend to lead me to the wrong conclusions a lot of the time as well.
Mr. Postscript: Grayson is the best at explaining things. I suppose it wouldn’t be wrong to say he is the most emotionally equipped of all of us.
Mr. Postscript: Except Alfred. Alfred surpasses all of us.
Me: Who’s Alfred?
Mr. Postscript: Our butler, but don’t let the title fool you. He’s family. He helped me apologize to you actually.
Me: Oh, that’s great. It seems like you have some allies at least, not to make it sound like a war or anything.
Mr. Postscript: That’s the problem: I shouldn’t need help. I hate feeling like a child who can’t understand when the adults are talking. I’m still on the outside even though that’s exactly where I started.
Me: Besides the communication issue, is there anything else that makes you feel like an outsider? Anything they do? Is that why you call by their last names?
Mr. Postscript: None of it’s intentional mind you. I am an outsider and all of their inside jokes and how they understand each other so well simply serves to remind me of that. I bet if I did start calling them their first names they would make a big deal about it, so no point in starting now.
Mr. Postscript: I mean all of it is one big reminder that even if I’m his only real son, he chose them and they chose this life. They’re his family and I’m the son he never knew existed that got dumped at his feet when I was ten. Neither of us had a choice in the matter.
Me: What about now? Does he choose to acknowledge you as a son now?
Mr. Postscript: Yes, although I keep proving to be more difficult than his other children despite my best efforts.
Me: That wasn’t your choice right? It’s cultural differences, not to mention that they’re all older.
Mr. Postscript: No but it’s my fault I haven’t managed the distance yet.
Me: It sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice in that matter either, how much you could change.
Mr. Postscript: Where are you going with all of this?
Me: What choices do you get to make, Damian? What do you want?
Mr. Postscript: I already told you, I want my father to be proud of me.
Me: So to do that you have to change? Be more like your brothers?
Mr. Postscript: I mean I must get better, grow, improve.
Me: Because you want your father to be proud of you, so you can be part of the family he had before you joined?
Me: Or because you want that for yourself?
Mr. Postscript: Can it not be all of the above?
Me: What’s the main reason? What drives you?
Mr. Postscript: Look, I don’t think you understand the situation, not everything relates to your own unfortunate situation okay? Can we just get back to Todd’s jacket?
Me: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push.
Me: I know I can be a bit preoccupied with my own situation but the thing is, Damian, I know what it’s like to need other people's validation okay? It’s not good and it’s not healthy.
Mr. Postscript: My father is nothing like your pathetic peers. He only wants what’s best for me.
Me: I think that’s true, but how can he know what that is when all you want is to please him?
Me: Look, it’s not my place to tell you what you want and should want but it seems like you haven’t had a lot of choices in your life and I’d hate to see you only continue to do what other people expect you to.
Mr. Postscript: I don’t feel like talking more about this right now. I need some time to think on the situation.
Mr. Postscript: Now can we get back to work on Todd’s jacket seeing as we’ve been talking for hours and have managed practically zero progress?
Me: Right, okay..
Me: Let’s start back at the simple stuff then: What does he like to do?
Mr. Postscript: Besides piss people off?
Me: …
Me: Yes, Damian, besides that.
Mr. Postscript: Nothing comes to mind.
Me: Any hobbies? Interests?
Mr. Postscript: Well, he likes guns.
Me: Guns?!
Mr. Postscript: Yes.
Me: …
Me: Like collecting guns?
Mr. Postscript: You could say that.
Me: Okay, well that’s a start.
Me: I could embroider some guns onto the front of the jacket or on the labels as a smaller detail? Would that work? I think it’d be pretty cool.
Mr. Postscript: It’s a bit difficult for me to picture but it sounds like a good idea, fitting at the very least. It might help seeing it drawn out first.
Me: Okay, well there we go. Somewhere to begin at least. Now, you said he likes the colors red and black right? Do you want the jacket to be one of those?
Mr. Postscript: Yes, that would be preferable.
Me: Give me a minute to think…
Me: So how about this? I think gold thread would be best for the stitching and then I’d recommend using black for the body so the designs will show up better. If you want, I could also use red fabric to line the inside of the jacket and wait, you wanted this to have a hood too right? I could use red fabric for the inside of that too.
Mr. Postscript: …
Mr. Postscript: All of that sounds fitting, especially the red lining in the hood. I definitely approve the color placement..
Me: Great!
Me: I think that’s actually enough for me to draw up some designs with a few different styles of the jacket itself.
Me: Is there any way you could send me a picture of the kind of gun you’d want me to use as a model? I have no clue about that kind of thing…
Mr. Postscript: I can do that. He has two favorites so perhaps one on each side?
Me: Right, two favorite guns… sounds good. Symmetrical too.
Me: So, do you want to add any wording? I could make it subtle if he’s not the sentimental type, add it on with the embroidery.
Mr. Postscript: Hm, how about “Carpe Diem”? One word on the barrel of each gun.
Me: “Seize the day”? I love it.
Me: Oh, I can just picture it, it’ll look so good in gold thread on the black leather!
Mr. Postscript: Just to clarify, you won’t be using real leather, right?
Me: Of course not! I would never!
Mr. Postscript: Good, that’s good to hear.
Mr. Postscript: I’m actually vegan.
Me: Oh cool!
Mr. Postscript: Have you ever considered the lifestyle? It has many benefits, especially environmental.
Me: No, but I do try to limit my meat intake. Dairy is a little harder since we live in a bakery.
Mr. Postscript: Ah, I see.
Me: What made you decide to go vegan? Environmental reasons?
Mr. Postscript: Actually, I acquired a pet cow.
Me: You have a pet cow?!!!
Mr. Postscript: Yes.
Mr. Postscript: Would you like to see pictures?
Me: Yes!
Mr. Postscript: They’re on my computer so I’ll email them later.
Me: Cool! What’s their name?
Mr. Postscript: …
Mr. Postscript: It’s B.C.
Me: Damian, please tell me you did not just give your cow an alias!
Mr. Postscript: Of course not, we call her that for short.
Me: Then what’s B.C. stand for?
Mr. Postscript: …
Mr. Postscript: Before Christmas
Me: Before Christmas? Really? Why???
Mr. Postscript: She was an early Christmas present.
Me: So you decided to name her Before Christmas?
Mr. Postscript: I was a child and uncreative.
Me: Well, as long as you admit it…
Mr. Postscript: Shouldn’t we get back to the commission? We’re almost out of time.
Me: Okay, I still don’t buy that name though so don’t think you got away with anything.
Mr. Postscript: I never do around you.
Me: So, back to the commission. As soon as you send me those pictures of the guns, I’ll have enough to do the first sketches. Then all we’ll have left will be Drake’s sweater, right?
Mr. Postscript: Yes, everything seems on track. Do you want to tackle Drake’s sweater tomorrow, same time?
Me: Sorry, I’m not able to tomorrow.
Mr. Postscript: Oh?
Me: Yeah, I’m meeting my class for an outing at the park after school.
Mr. Postscript: You still do those kinds of things?
Me: When I can.
Mr. Postscript: Why would you do that?
Me: I don’t know maybe because I don’t like being alone all the time if I can help it?
Mr. Postscript: It’s better to be alone than unappreciated.
Me: Can you honestly say you believe that, after everything you told me about your family?
Mr. Postscript: That’s different and you know it.
Me: Of course it is.
Me: Look, all I know is I’m trying my best to make things work. Sometimes things aren’t as simple as cutting all ties. Is it so wrong of me to try and salvage what I can of my friendships?
Mr. Postscript: No, it’s not. I didn’t mean to judge.
Mr. Postscript: I just hate seeing you having to crawl after them. It doesn’t seem like they're doing much to try and salvage anything.
Me: Look, Damian, I know I asked you to help me not be taken advantage of but I don’t want to completely lose faith in everyone okay? I don’t want to live like that, to always be so pessimistic. So just this once, can you let me look on the brightside? Please?
Mr. Postscript: Very well. We can message the day after tomorrow.
Me: Thank you.
Me: Oh and I’m almost done with the sketches for Grayson’s sweater so check your email sometime tomorrow okay and let me know which one you like best!
Mr. Postscript: I will.
Me: Great! Goodnight, Damian!
Mr. Postscript: Night, angel.
Google Search History
Tacky Christmas Sweaters
Who started making tacky xmas sweaters?
Audrey Bourgeois on tacky christmas sweaters
Gotham
Robin
Robin Batman
Gotham Superheroes
Gotham Vigilantes
Gotham Villains
Does it mean anything if a boy calls you angel?
How to not read too much into things
How to spot red flags
Where’s the barrel of a gun?
Gotham Gun Laws
Gotham Crime Rate
Chat Name: Alya
Me: Hey, I’m here! Where are you guys?
Alya: We’re in line getting popcorn.
Me: At the park?
Alya: No, at the movie theater…
Me: What?
Me: No, let me guess: Lila decided at the last minute that she wanted to see a movie and no one thought to tell me.
Alya: That’s not what happened! You always jump to blame Lila!
Me: No, then I guess Lila said she was going to let me know and conveniently forgot?
Alya: It’s not her fault Marinette. She gets memory lapses.
Me: Then why did she offer to be the one to tell me? Or rather why did you let her?
Alya: I’m sorry, okay! I forgot for a second.
Alya: Look, the movie’s going to start soon but we can hang out this weekend! Just the two of us if you want.
Me: I’m busy.
Alya: You’re always busy these days.
Me: Well, I wasn’t today or at least I made sure not to be.
Me: You should go. The movie’s starting.
Chat Name: Mr. Postscript
Me: Well, it turns out I am free to talk today after all.
Mr. Postscript: What happened?
Me: Why should I say? I don’t need you to me “I told you so.” I got it, okay?
Me: You were right.
Mr. Postscript: I wish I wasn’t.
Me: Really?
Me: You love being right.
Mr. Postscript: No, I merely detest being wrong.
Me: … really?
Mr. Postscript: Okay, I admit I do find some satisfaction in being acknowledged for my superior intellect, but I find none in this case, not when it comes at my friend's expense.
Me: Damian, I think that might be the nicest thing I’ve ever heard!
Mr. Postscript: Yes, well it’s painfully obvious your standards for that would be very low.
Mr. Postscript: Now, tell me what they did.
Me: Apparently Lila decided she wanted to see a movie at the last minute and forgot to tell me because of a “memory lapse”.
Mr. Postscript: That’s sick.
Mr. Postscript: How has no one thought to confirm anything she says? I mean faking illnesses like that, she can’t be mentally stable, Marinette. She could be dangerous.
Me: I know, especially considering we have a villain that preys on negative emotions to worry about but what else can I do? All the teachers and the principal believe her without proof.
Mr. Postscript: Haven’t you considered legal action? There’s proof of her numerous lies all over your classmate’s blog, not the least of which being her claim that you committed theft of intellectual property! That’s grounds for slander!
Me: I don’t like the idea of a lawsuit Damian. That would be so messy and with practically everyone believing her, not to mention that her mother is a diplomat, it wouldn’t be worth it. I’m not sure I’d win.
Mr. Postscript: You’d win. You’d be the only side with proof.
Mr. Postscript: Also, I’ve mentioned before that I have resources that would make failure unthinkable.
Me: Right, resources…
Me: Damian, you’re not into anything illegal right?
Mr. Postscript: What? Of course not! Where is this coming from?
Me: Well, you see…
Me: You live in the crime capital of the world, you mentioned before that you’re not like my usual clientele but still have the means to afford my services, you just told me that brother collects guns, and offered to use “resources” that would guarantee I’d win in court.
Me: So, um, yeah, I was getting kind of concerned.
Mr. Postscript: …
Mr. Postscript: Right, well when you put it like that, I can see how you might jump to that conclusion so allow me to put your mind at ease.
Mr. Postscript: When I said I wasn't like your normal clientele, I meant that I’m not a performer of any kind. My family’s fortune comes from a completely legal business owned by my father and old money he inherited when his parents died. The resources I refer to are our family’s lawyers and legal teams who would never stoop so low as to lose a lawsuit against a pathological liar whose claims are outrageous and well documented.
Me: Ohhh
Mr. Postscript: Other than that, Gotham, while crime infested, is a large city and many law-abiding citizens live here too. Todd is also one of them for the most part and he only uses his guns with rubber bullets for self defense because Gotham is still a dangerous place to live.
Me: I see, well that makes sense.
Me: He does have permits for his guns though right?
Mr. Postscript: Angel, no one has gun permits in Gotham, not even the police.
Me: Right, well…
Me: Sorry about that!
Mr. Postscript: It’s okay. I can see how it looked.
Mr. Postscript: Frankly, I’m more than a little relieved that you’re at least being somewhat careful considering we’re still friends that only talk online and who met when I tried to blackmail you.
Me: You know, I don’t hold that against you anymore.
Mr. Postscript: You should.
Me: I mean I could…
Me: but I don’t!
Mr. Postscript: You know…
Mr. Postscript: Your ability to forgive is commendable. I don’t think you’re wrong to practice it. I just hate that it allows people to hurt you like they did today.
Me: I’m not hurt, Damian.
Me: I mean sure I’m disappointed but honestly I don’t care that much anymore. I just thought it was worth a try.
Me: And anyways I find I enjoy talking to you more than any of the interactions I’ve had with my class of late. So I guess it all worked out for the better.
Mr. Postscript: I see.
Mr. Postscript: Is this that brightside you were talking about?
Me: Why, yes.
Me: Yes, it is.
Mr. Postscript: It’s nice.
Me: Isn’t it?
Mr. Postscript: They don’t know what they’re missing.
Me: They don’t need to.
Me: More for us.
Mr. Postscript: I find your reasoning sound.
Me: Hey, Damian? Thank you.
Mr. Postscript: For what?
Mr. Postscript: Not being a criminal?
Me: Haha, no!
Me: For making me feel better, for being my friend.
Mr. Postscript: Angel, if apologies were necessary, I’d owed you a thousand.
Me: Nooooo
Me: Maybe just a couple hundred?
Mr. Postscript: Funny.
Me: Oh, hey! Did you get a chance to look at the designs I sent?
Mr. Postscript: I did. Your talent really shows in your drawings. They all looked very good.
Mr. Postscript: I can just picture Grayson crying on Christmas morning.
Me: So, did you make a decision?
Me: Did you? Did you?
Mr. Postscript: I did.
Me: Sooooo, don’t hold your breath! Tell me!
Mr. Postscript: I’m partial to the one where the robin’s wearing sunglasses. I don’t why but it seems like it would fit Grayson.
Me: Yay! I was kind of hoping you’d choose that one too!
Me: One design done, two to go!
Me: Oh and got your pictures and have already started on the jacket! So now we just have to meet to go over Drake’s piece.
Mr. Postscript: We’re still on for tomorrow, right?
Me: Yes, sounds good!
Me: Oh, and Before Christmas is a beauty!
Mr. Postscript: What?
Mr. Postscript: Oh, right.
Mr. Postscript: Yes.
Mr. Postscript: Yes, she is.
Me: …
Me: Damian, you’re really bad with aliases.
Mr. Postscript: I took the “use the initials” idea from you.
Me: Fine. I guess that makes us both bad at aliases.
Mr. Postscript: I suppose, if it makes you feel better.
Me: I’m not the one who needs to feel better, Before Christmas.
Mr. Postscript: …
Mr. Postscript: Tell no one of this.
Me: Your secret’s safe with me, B.C.
Chat Name: The Child Prodigies (If you don’t look closely)
Me: Kagami, I saw the match online! You did so well! I’m sure even your mother couldn’t find anything to critique.
Gami: I’m afraid you severely underestimate her, Mari. It’s even worse now that I’m finally old enough to qualify for the Olympics, even if they are still three years away.
Me: Don’t listen to her! Well, not too much anyway. You were amazing!
Luka: She’s right. You did great, Kagami.
Gami: Enough about me, how did it go today?
Me: Well…
Luka: Oh no. What happened, melody?
Me: Nothing. They didn’t show up but it’s fine, really. I’m not even surprised anymore.
Gami: That doesn’t make it any better, Marinette.
Me: No really guys, I’m good. It all worked out in the end.
Luka: So what’d you end up doing?
Me: Just sat in the park and worked on a commision.
Gami: I suppose it was the one for the blackmailer then?
Me: Not this again!
Me: We’re way past that now, Kagami. He’s actually way better at friendship than blackmailing.
Gami: So you say, but if you would just give me a few moments to talk with him and verify that I’d be less concerned.
Me: I don’t want you scaring him off!
Luka: From what you’ve said, it sounds like he doesn’t scare easily.
Me: No, Luka, not you too!
Luka: We just care about you, Marinette and we’ve seen you hurt too many times. Besides, if he really is your friend like we are, wouldn’t it be good for us all to get along?
Me: …
Me: You’re going to guilt trip me into this, aren’t you?
Luka: No…
Gami: If we must.
Me: …
Me: You and him have so much in common.
Gami: I’d like to see that for myself.
Luka: So?
Me: Fine… I’ll ask but I make no promises okay? He might not agree.
Gami: He will if he knows what’s good for him.
Me: And no threats!
Luka: We’ll see.
Gami: No promises.
Chat Name: Mr. Postscript
Me: Hey Damian! So I know you’re probably really busy so I really don’t want to bother you or anything…
Mr. Postscript: No, it’s fine. I have about thirty minutes before my father expects me. What do you need?
Me: Need? Oh, nothing! It’s just my friends wanted to talk to you and I promised I’d ask but since you have to do something soon, it’s fine.
Mr. Postscript: Friends? What kinds of friends?
Mr. Postscript: Are they reading over your shoulder right now?
Me: What?! Oh, no!
Me: They aren’t a part of Lila’s posse or whatever. In fact, they’re not even in my class. I guess I just haven’t mentioned them yet because they have super busy careers and travel a lot now but we still talk all the time.
Me: I told them about you (nothing personal though) and uh how we met so they just wanted to make sure I was safe. I tried to tell them they have nothing to worry about but after everything with Lila… let’s just say they’re a little protective!
Mr. Postscript: Good.
Mr. Postscript: I’m glad you have some decent friends on your side.
Me: Me too! Well, since you’re busy I don’t want to make you late!
Mr. Postscript: Oh, it’s fine. I’m sure I have enough time to meet them. Did you want to do it over a group text?
Me: Oh, it’s okay! You don’t have to or anything!
Mr. Postscript: Seriously, angel, it’s fine. I mean it’s only fair since you had to put up with Todd for a conversation. I’m interested in meeting some of your other friends too.
Me: Right…
Me: Just give me a second to make the group chat.
Chat Name: The Child Prodigies (If you don’t look closely)
Me: You guys get ten questions max okay? He only has like twenty minutes.
Gami: Each?
Me: Total!
Luka: Hurry, melody, you said we only have a little time right?
Me: Fine.
Chat Name: All My Favorite People
Me: Okay, can you guys introduce yourselves?
Luka: Hey, man. I’m Luka.
Gami: Hello, you may address me as Kagami.
Mr. Postscript: Damian, pleasure to meet you both.
Luka: Ah, a formal one I see.
Gami: How much time do you have left so we may act accordingly?
Mr. Postscript: Actually, my father agreed to give me the night off from my duties so I could meet you and there’s still hours until dinner so I’m available till then.
Luka: Formal and a controlling father? Marinette, I think you have a type.
Me: LUKA!
Mr. Postscript: My father isn’t controlling, I merely have responsibilities that can’t be put off sometimes.
Me: Of course, Damian. They should be thankful you were able to get the night off at all especially since it’s only to satisfy their curiosity.
Luka: Right then, shall we begin? You ready?
Mr. Postscript: Of course.
Me: Remember, this isn’t an interrogation, you guys!
Gami: How old are you?
Mr. Postscript: Sixteen
Me: Huh, I figured something like that but I don’t think I ever asked before…
Luka: So that would put you in what grade?
Mr. Postscript: In the American schooling system, I would normally be in tenth grade and considered a junior but I skipped a grade and am now in my second to last year of secondary school.
Luka: A little wordy but okay.
Gami: Why’d you skip a grade?
Mr. Postscript: I was far ahead of my fellow classmates and found school boring and redundant so my father allowed me to knock a year off my plate.
Luka: Do you often resort to blackmailing to get your way?
Me: Luka!
Me: I told you we’re over it!
Mr. Postscript: It’s fine, Marinette. They’re right to be concerned. They care about you, do they not?
Luka: Of course, we do.
Gami: It’s not our affections in question.
Me: Um, I think you guys are taking this wayyy too seriously.
Gami: Nonsense, now answer the question.
Mr. Postscript: I can’t say I’ve ever tried that tactic before.
Mr. Postscript: Or ever will again.
Mr. Postscript: I did get a good friend out of it, however I doubt there are many people with Marinette’s ability to forgive so I wouldn’t take a chance on getting a result as favorable as this again.
Luka: Dang
Luka: That was a good answer
Gami: No, it wasn’t. It was satisfactory at best. Now, tell me, do you have any experience in fencing?
Me: Kagami, you can’t duel him.
Gami: We will see.
Mr. Postscript: Fencing? No. I’m more familiar with traditional swordplay.
Me: What? Really?!
Gami: Oh?
Gami: Weapon of choice?
Mr. Postscript: Katanna
Me: WHAT?!
Gami: I see.
Gami: Now, that is a good answer.
Luka: Really? Cause I don’t think Marinette needs any more weapon-wielding friends.
Gami: With that class of hers, the more the better.
Me: Kagami, no!
Mr. Postscript: Should you ever decide to launch an attack on those heathens, I would be happy to lend my sword.
Me: No no no! There will be no attacking with swords!
Luka: For now, let’s get back to the questions.
Luka: You’re going to pay Marinette in full for her services, right?
Mr. Postscript: Of course! What do you take me for, a thief?
Luka: It’s best to be certain, to make sure you know there are people who will hold you accountable.
Me: Luka, I said no threats!
Gami: Her class has taken advantage of her talents too many times to not be cautious. I can only imagine how much time and materials they’ve cost her over the years, thinking they shouldn’t have to pay because she was their friend.
Mr. Postscript: You didn’t mention this, Marinette.
Me: I mean I kind of did. Remember when I said I was done designing for people who didn’t deserve it? That’s what I meant.
Mr. Postscript: That’s criminal!
Me: It’s in the past, Damian. It’s my fault I let it go on too long.
Gami: Nonsense!
Luka: You know that’s not true Mari.
Me: Right, well, let’s just move on.
Mr. Postscript: Marinette, remember all those times you’ve told me it wasn’t my fault?
Me: Of course.
Mr. Postscript: Could see how your words might apply to this?
Me: …
Me: I guess.
Mr. Postscript: We can talk about it later. Next question?
Luka: What’s your favorite thing about Marinette?
Me: Why ask that?
Gami: Wait, it was my turn to ask a question.
Luka: Well, you went twice in a row before so I’m doing it now.
Mr. Postscript: How her kindness is another form of strength.
Me: What?
Mr. Postscript: I was raised to see kindness as a weakness, as a vulnerability. Nothing since then has done much to change my mind.
Mr. Postscript: Marinette’s kindness is unlike any I’ve encountered before although that isn’t saying much. I only wish people wouldn’t see it as a weakness and try to use it against her like I once did but they will find as I did that is not the case.
Me: …
Me: Thank you, Damian.
Me: That was really nice.
Luka: He said nothing but the truth, my melody.
Mr. Postscript: Melody?
Luka: Yes, it’s what I like to call Marinette.
Mr. Postscript: Oh, I see.
Mr. Postscript: How nice.
Mr. Postscript: I prefer to call her angel myself.
Luka: That’s very fitting. Marinette’s like a ray of sunshine.
Me: Stop, you guys. You’re embarrassing me.
Gami: Why? It’s all true.
Me: …
Me: I liked it better when you were interrogating each other!
Gami: Very well, we still have a question each left.
Mr. Postscript: A question each?
Luka: Marinette didn’t want us to scare you away so we were given a limit of ten questions each.
Mr. Postscript: Well, Marinette should know I don’t scare easily but as it happens I only have twenty minutes left till dinner, so fire away.
Gami: What are your intentions towards our Marinette?
Me: Gami!!!
Me: What the heck!
Mr. Postscript: I intend to be a good friend to her, to listen and respect her choices, to offer advice if it’s wanted, to pay her generously for her services and to support her however I can.
Luka: Is that all?
Mr. Postscript: For now, however I’m looking forward to building our relationship and to learning more about her.
Me: I am too.
Me: I mean learning more about you.
Me: I’m looking forward to learning more about you too!
Me: Right, so that was the last question!
Me: Thank you for putting up with this, Damian.
Luka: Wait, I don’t think that last one should count!
Gami: Agreed.
Me: Well, then you should’ve been more careful!
Mr. Postscript: I should get ready for dinner. It was interesting meeting you both, perhaps Marinette will one day let us talk again.
Luka: Here’s hoping.
Gami: I would not object to that.
Me: We’ll see. No promises.
Gami: Very well, goodnight everyone.
Luka: night!
Mr. Postscript: Goodnight.
Mr. Postscript: Go to sleep, Marinette.
Me: Okay, goodnight!
From the phone of Luka Couffaine:
Chat Name: Sempre piu
Me: You know, I think he just might be good enough for her.
Sempre piu: We will see.
Me: Come on.
Me: Admit that you like him, and that you like him for her.
Sempre piu: Well…
Sempre piu: He seems like someone who would not hesitate.
Me: She deserves that much. And more.
Me: It just seems like neither of them sees it yet.
Sempre piu: It will make it all the more stronger when they do.
Sempre piu: Already she talks to him in a way she never did to Adrien.
Me: We both know that was puppy love.
Sempre piu: Even so, she’s never felt so comfortable around a potential suitor before.
Me: Could she just not see him like that?
Sempre piu: You saw how she acted around him, how unsettled she was when we talked of her to him.
Me: No, you’re right.
Me: It’s just going to be hard waiting for them to figure it out.
Sempre piu: It’ll be worth it.
Sempre piu: Her happiness is worth it.
Me: Yes, it is.
From the phone of Lila Rossi:
Chat Name: My Agent
My Agent: Mister Agreste has been very pleased with your work so far. He would like to set up a meeting to go over your contract and continue your excellent relationship with the Agreste brand.
Me: I’m ready whenever.
My Agent: He will see you after your photoshoot this afternoon.
Me: I’ll be there!
My Agent: Good work, Miss Rossi. He’s very pleased.
Woo! We’re almost caught up to what I’ve already posted to AO3! Yay! Now, in case anyone actually reads these and wants to know: I’m working on chapter ten and is breaking practically all the patterns my chapters usual follow but I’m not mad at yet? You might be but we’ll see! One thing I think I can give away is that so far, I don’t think Damian and Marinette will be in at all... That’s all I’ll say for now. Till next time!
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hiii! 6, 8, 15, 18, 23, 25, 26, and 28 for both chloe and dicky! (sorry if these are too many lol) 💕
Oohh hii sis 💛💛💛miss you a bunch but thanks for asking 👀which btw don’t worry about putting to many lmao 🤡
Just beware of my lengthy essay 💀 alright so Dicky and Chloe
6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?
Dicky: This man was a problem as a child lol And no nothing tragic about his backstory, he’s just a chaotic mess 😂He was never a bully or anything, it’s just that he was really intimidating and really mean if ever approached lol but if he liked you enough, he’ll definitely be a chill guy to hang around with haha he’s not antisocial either. He hated school lol Dicky just never paid much attention and there were even times when he would skip class because he simply wasn’t interested 💀So you could say that he didn’t like the majority of the school material. Nonetheless, he did finish secondary school lol
Now, there were a few subjects he did enjoy or in his language were “alright” lol He didn’t mind staying for math class since it’s something he picked up pretty easily on lol I can see the teacher all 😯the first time because they didn’t expect Dicky to be so amazing at it and he’s very nonchalant about it, too lol I feel like math is something he’s naturally really skilled with but he doesn’t really see that in him haha And another school activity he enjoyed was a debate class lol he didn’t like learning laws and all but he really liked sitting across from someone and winning the debate every time 😂 mechanic boi has great argumentative skills 😌
Chloe: She was a very bright child in school. People were always impressed because of her talent and wit. And kids loved partnering up with her for school projects because she was great at leading the team to create great outcomes. Although, I can’t say that she was too popular in school nor did she make too many friends because they just thought she was a little weird for their taste lol Chloe tells herself that she didn’t mind being alone since she likes her alone time but she’s always been self conscious of being the oddball of the group 😭
While in primary and secondary school, she didn’t mind any of the classes like science, math, literature, etc. She did find charm in each subject but her most favorite subject in school was and still is history lol She’s fascinated by historical figures that committed stupid decisions 😂and she actually enjoys to sit down and watch history documentaries of anything really. Other than history, cello girl also found her love for music and performing arts 💛Music has always been kind of like her escape to peace
Lastly, she did go to uni and attended Juilliard School in New York for her musical career 🎶 Chloe has always enjoyed music and arts ever since she was a child so expanding her knowledge in this and making it into her professional career has become a huge highlight to her life 😌Of course, she came as one of the top of her class for her creativity, talent, and uniqueness!
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
Dicky: So he didn’t have any pets while growing up nor does he have any right now. Jason doesn’t mind animals but they seem to not like him lmao So he rather stay away from nature 😂
Chloe: She didn’t have any pets when growing up either! She honestly had a lot going on during her childhood and asking for a pet was probably the least thing in her mind. And this could be a little be spoilery lol but it’s okay! Chloe does currently have a beautiful little boy named Frédéric, or Fred for short lol but named him after one of her favorite composers Frédéric Chopin!
15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?
Dicky: We all know how much this grumpy man loves his food lol so he does know how to cook! I want to think that he does enjoy cooking since he knows he’s about to devour all of that within seconds lmao so he likes the anticipation. At this point in the story, I’m not sure anyone has tried Dicky’s cooking actually 🤔I guess we’ll see what others think of Dicky’s food later in the chapters 👀
Chloe: She is great at cooking, she loves it! She views it like a form of art so there’s a lot to appreciate for the uniformed ingredients for her 😌In fact, Chloe loves to cook in her spare time and learn more about it from other cultures. Cello girl also has a fascination for food so all the love and care she puts into the meal, it really comes from the heart 💛 So far, the people that she’s fed in the Villa has been the Chatham boys, Gary and Dicky, and they definitely approve of it haha
18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else?
Dicky: I don’t think he really reads lol but he loves going over magazines with old fashioned and retro vehicles. He likes to learn about the evolution of cars, that nerd 😂With music, I think he has a liking for alternative rock, mellow rock, maybe a little of metal lol Although, Dicky did listen to some cringey emo music when a teenager but he doesn’t like to talk about that lmao He’s not into any TV shows but likes to watch Fast & Furious movies to trash on it but lowkey likes admiring the sports cars lmao And lastly on video games, he like horror types 💀He has a collection of horror video games and likes to sit down in the dark and play them lol
Chloe: Well, Chloe likes her history lol so she will gladly sit down to read about WWII or something like that 😂 And aw man lol music! This girl appreciates all types of music, but good music. Even though she’s really elegant and a classical musician (which still adores the classics ofc), she really appreciates the modern music like pop, hip hop, indie music, rock, you name it! So Chloe listens to anything and everything and her I’m sure her spotify is random af haha She’s not really into TV shows either but as far as films, she’s a huge nerd: Star Wars! She first fell in love with John Williams’ movie scores and came across the Star Wars one and was infatuated 😌She found out about the trilogy when she was a little older and loves to marathon the movies 💛And no video games lol she’s not really into that haha
23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?
Dicky: This guy will only have a good memory if he cares lol So if he has any interest in anyone, he will remember names and faces but if he doesn’t care, then you’re out of luck 💀 you’ll be pretty forgettable to Jason lmao Overall, I think he does have a great memory if it’s regarding his job ofc and with the people he cares about and that’s about it haha
Chloe: She has a great memory! Because of her career and learning all those musical sheets by heart, Chloe gained a photographic memory 😌It will only take a couple of chats with someone for her thoroughly remember your name and face.
25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
Dicky: He has dark humor okay 💀he enjoys to mess with people for his own amusement. And he because dark humor is part of his personality, Jason doesn’t realize that he will say something dark and it’ll seem like a joke so people find it funny lol Overall, he is a funny guy but his humor isn’t for everyone 😂
Chloe: Cello girl is a sucker for bad puns lol And when anyone delivers a bad pun and no one laughs, that’s what she finds funniest lmao Her humor is the dry type, very “The Office” type lol I don’t think she’s aware of the US show but when she finds out, it will become one of her favorites lmao Chloe is also unintentionally funny, too. She’ll say or do something weird or random and it’s very humorous for others
26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?
Dicky: Oooh Dicky, Dicky, Dicky lol this man always has a poker face hah But, you can still determine what his gestures are when he’s happy 😌Dicky may not be a very expressive man but he has a lot of micro expressions and mannerism. It’s really hard to spot it but if you’re an observant person, you’ll be able to determine when mechanic boi is in a good mood! Dicky’s eyes are a major give away lol his eyes will have a little bit of a shine and the outer corner of his eyes will squint a bit. Because he doesn’t wanna show too much of his smile, if he catches himself cracking a smile, he’ll run his hand down his face lmao that dork 💛
Chloe: The humming! She will instinctively start humming a song whenever she’s in a good mood. Like Dicky, Chloe has expressive eyes. She may not say she’s in a happy mood but just looking into her eyes, you’ll be able to tell that there’s something different to the shade and brightness. She doesn’t necessarily hide her emotions when she’s happy since she already has a calm and composed nature but her tone of voice is more friendlier than usual if she’s in a great mood, too. Another way to determine if she’s in a good mood is hearing her giggle a little more often than usual lol but more sore just little short giggles!
28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?
Dicky: lmaoo Jason would act like he’s a tough guy and say nothing scares him 😂 But he does have his moments where his voice will mildly crack after gasping if there’s ever a jumpscare lol
Getting a little real and serious about fright tho lol Dicky is afraid of failing able to protect the people he loves. That’s why Dicky is so protective of Gary since he knows Gary has body issues so he tries his best to be as supportive as he can for his friend. Another thing Dicky is scared of is losing a near and dear friendship. Again, he’s not one to make a lot of close friends, so if he ever screwed up and notices that they’re getting distant, this is something Dicky gets anxious about.
Chloe: She isn’t that type of girl that gets all scared of anything or everything lol she actually finds those type of girls a little annoying 💀She does have a fear for the ocean lol Chloe loves going to the beach, soaking in the sun and even taking a little bit of a swim but the thought of sailing scares her lol A way someone could tell that she’s scared is if her hands unevenly tremble and this is also a mannerism she has if she’s worried about something, too.
Now, a more serious fear she also has is trusting the wrong person. Chloe is a loyal person and can be devoted to them but if she’s always afraid of investing all of her energy into someone that doesn’t reciprocate the same devotion. This is why it’s really hard for her to let anyone in so easily and though she’s still a super friendly and polite girl, it’ll take a lot for someone to make her open up about her life, dreams, aspirations, etc.
Damn that was long and I apologize girl 🤡 but I hope you enjoyed it 💛 appreciate you asking about these dorks haha and if anyone is still interested in asking, here’s the link to the questions. I got another one to answer and I hope I get to it either tonight or tomorrow!
#love island game#litg#blue and hazel#litg Mc#litg OCs#litg dicky#this was fun and some of them were a bit spoilery but I tried to keep it as subtle as I could lol
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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 6
Older Damian Wayne x ofc
(Photo made by my lovely friend @bakketsux)
Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)
As Damian goes down the steps of the cave he hears his father talking to Grayson, the conversation coming to a halt once he enters the large cave.
He walks over to his suit and takes his shirt off to slip into his uniform. “You’re not going out tonight, dick is going with me this time.” He turns around and looks at his father as if he has grown another head. “Why aren’t you letting me go out tonight?” He asks as anger bubbles in his chest, why wouldn’t he want him going tonight? “You’ve been reckless lately, going too far with others and endangering everyone around you due to your temper.” “Are you talking about her, is that what this is all about?” “Yes it is. I can’t understand what it is she’s done to anger you so much and I’m tired of it Damian.”
Now his anger has doubled at his father's confession. “Why doesn’t it bother you that her and Todd are out and killing! You used to be SO angry every time I came close to it and now you couldn’t give a damn at what they are doing!” “Because they are adults and there’s nothing we can do about it Damian!” His father's voice booms around the cave as his anger grows. “Yes there is and you know it!” “We do NOT EVER do that again Damian and you know that! You know what that costed us by making that mistake!” The two yelling at this point. “WELL IT FUCKING WORKED DIDN’T IT!” “”I SAID WE WILL NEVER GO THAT FAR AGAIN DAMIAN! JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING WE DON’T APPROVE OF DOESN'T MEAN WE GO THAT FAR! YOU ARE NOT IN THE LEAGUE DAMIAN! YOU ARE NOT A DICTATOR!” Bruce’s face is red with anger and a vein pops out of his forehead as he yells at his son.
Damian storms off and out of the cave. He goes into his room towards the bathroom and rests his hands on the sink. He bows his head as he tries not to shake at the anger filling him. Why doesn’t it bother him? Why is he letting them do these things over and over but would get furious if Damian were to do it himself?
His anger rises until he hears his door open. He looks at the door and sees dick walking over. “Come on, come and sit.”
Damian walks to his bed and sits down beside him and puts his elbows on his thighs, resting his head in his palms. “Why doesn’t it bother father at what they do?” Damian asks. “Well why does it bother you so much in the first place?” “I don’t fucking know, maybe it’s that they’re out killing people!” Damian feels his anger bubble up again at the idiotic question. “Or is it that you’re bothered that Bruce doesn’t care as much but would be angry if you did it?” Damian says nothing at what he says but looks at the ground. “Jason’s been this way ever since..well..that night. Bruce has tried time and time again but it’s never worked. He can’t change Jason no matter how hard he tries. He holds that standard higher for you because not only are you his only true son, but also because he doesn’t want to fuck up like he did with Jason. He’s said before that what happened to Jason to be his greatest failure. He doesn’t want something like that or worse, to happen again.”
A tear gathers at dicks eyes at the memory, the pain of finding out his brother was murdered so brutally. And the pain at what he became from being so broken.
“I guess you’re right grayson. Sometimes you can actually be intelligent.” The two chuckle at that. Growing used to mocking one another. “Once in a blue moon dames.” A silence fills the room until dick looks over at Damian again. “Are you angry at the fact that she’s your age and doing this?” “No of course not! It doesn’t matter how old or who she is to me grayson.” “Alright then, I’m heading out before he comes up here to drag me out there. I’ll see you later Damian.” “See you later.”
The soft plush of the bed along with the soft cushion of the pillows did little to nothing for the pain in her side.
Each intake of breath brought a sharp pain no matter how softly she tried breathing. Each time she moved she felt the sharp pain again it and made the young woman groan. ‘It’s just a cracked rib, how can it hurt so badly?’ She thought. Though it might also be from the costochondritis from running after the crack.
She slowly starts to sit up, a groan leaving her as the pain shoots through her side. Before she can reach for her medicine on her nightstand, her door opens and in comes Jason holding a new ice pack.
“Thanks dad” she says as she grabs it from him to lay on her side. “Your welcome, do you need anything else?”
He says as he stands beside her bed looking around her table, looking to make sure she has enough water and aspirin. “I’d honestly feel better if I was out in the living room, I feel like I’m going mad just laying in bed all day like this.” “Okay here let me help you up.”
Jason bends down and puts a throw pillow on her side and another hand in hers. “Okay easy easy easy.” He says as he slowly helps her up, a small groan leaving her as she rises to her feet. He puts his hand that was holding the pillow to her back and walks her to her door and opens it for her.
They walk through the kitchen and into the living room, he lets go of her as he piles the pillows up on the couch so she can sit up. He holds the pillow again as he helps her onto the couch.
He runs off and enters her bedroom and walks to her nightstand. He grabs her old ice pack and her medicine and walks to her door, but before he leaves he looks at her bed and notices the plush bear on her bed and grabs it, he steps out of her room before shutting her door.
She smiles as she sees him walking towards her holding her stuffy and medicine. She grabs the bear from him and brings it close to her and inhales in the scent. It still faintly smells of the familiar perfume if she really tries to find the scent and a small smile graces her face.
“When was the last time you took your medicine?” He asks as he looks at the clock on the wall. “I was just about to take some more before you walked in actually.” She says as she reaches for the bottle. She takes out 4 and takes them with a large gulp of water, a wince leaving her at the pain of them going down. “Hey be careful.” “Yeah yeah yeah I know dad, it’s just a cracked rib.” She smiles as she rolls her eyes at how protective he’s become over her. “And inflammation to the cartilage. I don’t like seeing you hurt is all.” He says as he takes a seat at the foot of the couch. “I know dad, but don’t worry so much, remember I’ve been through worse before.” “And if I could I’d make sure you’d never get a cut or a bruise. I hate knowing it’s my fault that you got hurt.” He looks down as he says the last part, a somber look taking over his face. “And I was the one who went out to help you. You can’t keep blaming yourself each time I get hurt, remember I chose to take this life.” “And sometimes I wish I never let you.” A small laugh leaves her at his words. “Yeah and how well would that have worked at stopping me?” He chuckles at that. “Yeah don’t remind me, you’re as stubborn as a fucking Mule sometimes.” “Oh yeah and you aren’t?” She says with a chuckle and a raised brow. “That’s besides the point missy.” He laughs.
A small silence comes over the two. “Wanna watch a movie?” He asks as he looks at her. “Sure.” “Lord of the rings?” He asks “always”
He sits up and goes over to the movie rack that seems to be getting larger each week. He pops in the fellowship of the ring, she smiles as he knows this one to be her favorite of the series.
He goes back to her and sits at the end of the couch and presses play. The two sit and watch the first half of the movie before a yawn escapes her mouth. “You tired bub?” “Yeah just a little bit. Can you hold me?” She says as another yawn comes out. “Alright come here then.”
He moves off the couch and helps her scoot forward as he settles behind her and lays her head back into his stomach. A hand going into her hair and scratches her scalp. A hum leaving her as her eyes grow heavier. “Get some rest okay” “okay, I love you dad.” “I love you too bub.” He says as he bends forward to kiss the top of her head. His other hand going to her face and running his finger over the sides of her face. The motion slowly putting her to sleep.
He looks down at her and smiles at the peaceful look to her face. Her eyelids flutter and he can’t help but wonder what she’s dreaming. His hand still Combing through her hair.
He looks around the room and smiles, the apartment feeling less like a bunker and more like a home as he looks at the pictures on the wall. A wide smile breaks out on his face at his favorite. It’s of the two at the state fair, he’s holding the camera High above them and both with wide smiles covering their faces and his arm holding her close to him. He remembers the day as if it was yesterday.
She hadn't been there long, being a father to her for only a month at that point and still trying to figure out how to bond with the young teen. Him failing miserably each time he tried as it felt like each time he tried it’d push her away further. A sorrow taking over him each time she’d retreat back to her room.
He was at a loss on what to do. Until one day on patrol he noticed a flyer on an electric pole for the Gotham state fair. He mentally hit himself over the head at not thinking of it.
When he got home that night he found her in the kitchen at the counter, eating what appears to be yogurt. “How was it tonight?” She asks as she looks down at the floor. Shocking him as she rarely speaks. “It, it went well. Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?” “I don’t ever leave, so no.” She says as she looks at him. He scratches the back of his neck, hoping this will work. “Well the fair is tomorrow, do you wanna go?” She perks up at the question as a small smile graces her face. “Um, yeah I’d love to. I haven’t been since I was a child. Do you, think I’ll be well enough to go?” She looks down again at the question. He puts a hand on her arm and looks her in the eyes with a warm smile on his face. “I think you’ve been well enough for a while bub.” She looks up at him with shock at the nickname. He panics at the realization of what he called her. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say-“ “hey hey it’s fine, I don’t mind it” she reassures him with a smile on her usually blank face. “Alright then, how about you get to bed now, wanna go at 8?” He asks. “Yeah that’ll work, and okay, have a goodnight.” She starts to walk away and he turns around to head to the bathroom but stops in his tracks at the feel of her wrapping her arms around him from the back. He turns around and hugs her back, a large smile on his face. “Thank you. For everything.” She mumbles into his chest. “No problem bub, get some rest I’ll get you at 7:30 okay.” She let’s go of him and hurried back to her room. A large smile on his face.
He hasn’t ever seen her smile so much in the month she’s lived with him. She’s a ray of sunshine as she looks around at everything with the largest smile on her face.
He can’t help but mentally take photos of her as she wins a plush pink dolphin at a dart game that he swears is rigged. He laughs at the gleeful laugh she lets out on all the rides they go on. He bits his nails in worry as she climbs the rock wall climb and lets out a cheer as she reaches the top.
It’s getting late as the two go to the Ferris wheel as their last ride before heading home. A smile on her face as they strap in and head up. He watches her as her face is full of aw at the lights below her once they reach the top. “Thank you, this has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.” “It’s no problem, I’ve had a lot of fun too.” She looks down at her lap and picks at her nails. “You okay?” He asks. “Can, we take a photo?” She asks as she looks up at him. “Of course we can.” He takes out the camera he bought for this very purpose and wraps his arm around her and flashes a huge smile at the camera as they head down.
He smiles at the memory and looks down at her. He can’t believe how much his life had changed in a year all because of her entering his life. He never thought he deserved happiness after all he had done, he had given up on almost everything until she came in. A small tear gathers at his eye at the idea of what life would be like without her in it. Before he knows it tears are running down his face at the thought of losing her, what would he do if she was gone? What if he made a mistake one night and she left or, he can’t stop the pain in his chest at the thought was too hard to think of until sobs wracked his body.
She wakes up to her head being shaken and the sound of broken sobs alerts her awake. She looks behind her and fear fills her at the sight of Jason with tears running down his face.
She sits up fast and ignores the sharp pain as she wraps her arms around him. He wraps his arms around her and shakes as he is now sobbing fully. “Hey hey hey, what happened are you okay dad?” “I’m so scared I’ll lose you. I’ve, I’ve lost so many people and I’m so afraid you’re next.” She clutches onto him tighter at the confession.
She lets go and hold his face in her hands and looks him in the eye. “Hey listen to me, you won’t lose me, I’m never gonna leave you okay, I made that promise remember?” “But what if, I fuck u-“ “no you won’t dad, you won’t I promise. I’m never gonna die on you, do you hear me? I won’t because I couldn’t do that to you ever.” She goes and hugs him again. “I love you so much bub.” “And I love you dad. I’ll never let go jack.” “You did NOT just make a titanic reference.” “Yes I did.” The two laugh together as they hold onto one another.
As the days of not being able to move without help go by she grows excited at the idea to do things again on her own. As days turn into weeks and weeks turn into 2 months she hardly feels any pain anymore from her rib.
The cut on her thigh healed within 3 weeks of the night and as she can become more mobel she goes out of the house more and more again. She starts going to the park again to do her daily jog to bring her endurance up again. And after a week she’s back to how she was before and excitement grows at the prospect of going out at night again.
As she jogs along the sidewalk she hears the sound of paws hitting the concrete behind her until she looks down and sees the same large black dog she saw those months ago.
She bends down to the large pup and scratches behind his ears again “hii big baby, you miss me? Cause I’ve missed yooouuu.” She coos at the dog and he again falls onto the ground and rolls over. She scratches his belly as his tongue falls out his mouth as happy pants escapes him. “You’re just the cutest little thing aren’t ya, ohh you love the scritches ohh don’t ya!” She laughs as he sits up and starts licking her face. “Oh someone loves givin kisses. Such a pretty baby.”
“You know I swear, he likes you more than me.” She hears someone laugh from behind her and sees Damian. A smile on his face at the sight of the two.
She looks at him and can’t help but look in aw at the sight of the man. Once was he wearing a dark suit he’s now dawning a black long sleeve turtleneck that hugs his muscular frame and accentuates his envious waist and form fitting grey dress pants. His hair free from the gel he had the last time, his hair looking soft as the wind blew it back. His once scruffy face now clean shaven and showing his impressive bone structure.
“Maybe it’s because I have a magic touch then?” She chuckles back.
Damian laughs as he bends down to rub Titus belly. The dog overjoyed at the extra love he’s getting from the pair.
Damian looks at her and can’t help but take her in. Her crystal blue eyes being the first thing he notices, they’re a step lighter than a sapphire gem. Her face having a light dusting of faint freckles that are most prominent on her nose, her lips a stunning shade of a fresh rosebud. Her cheeks taking on a faint red as his green eyes take her in. Her jet black hair no longer in a small bun like the last time but taken down and shortened. It now grazing her cheekbones as soft curls taking over and giving it bounce. She’s wearing an ivory blouse with 3 buttons on the front and stretchy jeans that accentuate her strong thighs.
“Would you like to go sit on the bench over there with me?” Damian asks. “I’d love to.” She says with a smile.
The pair standing up and walking over to the dark grey bench. They sit as Titus jumps up and sits in her lap, a loud laugh bubbling up from her at the dogs obvious love for her. She scratches his head as he closes his eyes at the touch.
“He really seems to have taking a liking to you.” “I’m afraid he has hasn’t he.” “Tell me, what’s your secret?” Fear takes her over at the question, thoughts running through her mind at what he means. “How did you get my dog, who usually doesn’t like new people, to fall in love with you so fast?” Damian says with a smirk. Fear no longer coursing through her as a chuckle leaves her. “Don’t know Mister Wayne, maybe it’s my charm.” “Please, that’s what people call my father. Just call me Damian.” He looks at her again with soft smile and even softer eyes. “Okay then Damian.” She chuckles. “I was wondering, are you preoccupied with anything tomorrow evening?” Damian asks, his heart beating faster as he asks the stunning girl next to him. “Matter of fact I’m free tomorrow evening. Why do you ask?” A smile gracing her face. “Well I was wondering if you’d accompany me to this Italian restaurant that’s opening.” A wide smile takes over her face as she looks down. A strong shade of red taking over her cheeks at the question. “Would Titus be joining us then?” She asks with a knowing smile on her face. “I’m afraid not, it’ll just be me this time.” Damian says with a smile at the game she’s playing. “Welll, I guess I can do that.” She says as she looks him in the eye. “Well then in that case, I guess I should write down the address then.”
Damian says and stands up and heads towards the picnic table that isn’t far and grabs a napkin from its holder and sits back down beside her.
He writes down the address to the restaurant and hands it to her. Their hands meeting briefly and a warmth fills the two at the touch. “Meet me there at 6:30, just wait at the door and I’ll be there.” He says as they stand up. “Alright then, I’ll see you then.” “I’ll be looking forward to it.” He says with a smirk. “As will I, Damian.” She says as she walks away.
As she runs up the stairs of her apartment she’s greeted by one of the neighbors that appears to be leaving. She waves at them and unlocks the door.
She looks around and sees Jason in the kitchen cooking a thing of chicken and onions. “Hey buttercup, how was your run?” “Really good actually, and hey I’m gonna be gone tomorrow night if that’s okay.” She says hopeful. He smiles at her shyness. “Of course you can, just be careful okay?” “Thank you! I’ll be in my room for a while okay.” “Alright, love you bub.” “Love you too dad.”
As she walks by him she kisses his cheek and a smile covers his face.
She runs to her room and shuts the door and looks at the napkin that was in her pocket. She reads the beautifully written cursive and sees something she didn’t notice at first. Below the address on the corner it reads ‘if possible wear a dress but don’t worry too much about how you look. I bet you’ll look amazing either way.’ She beams as a giggle escapes her as the excitement grows in her. She can’t wait for tomorrow night.
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Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 11
Details, details, details. For someone looking like a pro-wrestler, complete with the dress-up gimmick, Jason Todd - the Red Ghost - turned out to be a very good listener and paid attention to details. He listened quietly as Oracle put out the proverbial lay of the land.
"So to make it clear and recorded redundantly, Talon was an enforcer with the Court of Owls; supposedly the entity that controlled all of Gotham, consisting of the 'builders' of Gotham as well as the 'money' that built Gotham. This guy Bane just out of the blue came to Gotham and killed the members of the Court and Talon's teammates. And now he claimed to be Dr Thomas Wayne's son, and therefore Bruce Wayne's half-brother." Jason recited. "Are the Waynes a member of the Court of Owls?"
"Not according to the database Talon gave us." Oracle replied. "Evidently, the Court had... harassed them to join, but they have repeatedly refused. And by 'repeatedly' I mean over like, three generations of Waynes."
"Yeah, I didn't think so, either. Talia wouldn't have... well, associated herself with Bruce Wayne, otherwise." Jason agreed. "Ra's didn't like to share control with a random group of people who have assassins as doormen. The public disruptions would have been too overwhelming."
"So the Waynes have made an actual tangible alliance with the Al Ghuls, I presume..." Tim commented. "Corporate-wise, the Al Ghuls owned almost half of Gotham, while the other half belonged to the Waynes. Yet they were in different lines of businesses that if the two families were to unite by means of - say, marriage - it would definitely fit the description of a monopoly."
"You're a corporate goon, aren't you?" Jason remarked. Tim preened a little.
"Kind of. I run a much-smaller family business." he admitted.
"I'm... not sure if I should consider it cool or horrific." Jason commented. "What's the business line?"
"Generic meds." Tim replied, and then stopped himself. There were a mere handful of generic medication companies in Gotham, and he might have given away his own identity.
"Ah, cool, then. Generic meds for poor people? Did you leech off the prices?" Still, Jason's disarming smirk and seemingly innocent questions were too inviting to not be answered.
"Of course not! I'm a hero, aren't I?" Tim replied coyly. Jason seemed satisfied with the answer.
"Cool, then. Anyway, to answer your question, yes, there were business deals between the Al Ghuls with the Waynes that are limited to the form of businesses either parties would do. And yes, you're right. If or when Bruce Wayne passed without any other heirs, Damian would own both conglomerations and would have been a form of monopoly. There were... contingency plans to avoid that." Jason elaborated. "But if Bane is a son of Thomas Wayne, he would have inherited half of the Wayne Enterprises, regardless."
"I sincerely hoped that Bane was not Ra's 'contingency plan'," Oracle intoned.
"I've never heard of his name until now." Jason clarified. "And I know all of Ra's associates and agents. Visible or otherwise. And Talia's. But for the issue with the Court... you people think that the Waynes bankrolled Bane to eliminate the Court of Owls."
"We suspect. We haven't found evidence to support or deny it." Oracle said. "You're quick."
"I'm not slow just because I came from Crime Alley, thanks." Jason retorted. "And I'm starting to realize... if I - on behalf of Damian - am staying at the Wayne Manor, I might be able to look for evidence thereof."
"Really quick, I wasn't even going to suggest that yet," Oracle replied glibly.
"And if they were innocent - because of course, we all believe in the 'Innocent 'til Proven Guilty' adage - then you can ally with the Waynes to indict and/or remove Bane out of the equation." Jason continued.
Well, Tim was impressed.
"That's it, in a nutshell."
"I hope you have a contingency plan in case your plan goes sideways..." Jason sighed.
"...you technically have nothing to lose," Tim assured him. "You'll have an escape, where you can bring Damian to a place that is both reinforced and semi-publicly visible; you'll have the Birds of Prey as your backup. And if - in a scenario where Bruce Wayne did not accept Damian, you'll still be welcomed here."
"Why? Just because I'm a Gothamite or what?" Jason challenged.
"Because..." Tim sighed. "Okay, look. I see it more as for Damian's sake, right? If he's accepted, and you don't want to help us, that's fine. We'll figure out something else. But if he's... denied his father..." he shook his head, pushing out the images of himself as a 12-year-old who'd just received the news of his parents' death. "...I know what it's like to lose a parent through violent means, alright. I don't... I'd rather Damian not take the path I took."
Jason's smile looked more like a snarl. "Now that's noble, Stray. You don't want Damian to be a thief like you, but you forgot who you're talking to. I grew up here, in Crime Alley, until my mom died. My dad was gone years before. I lived on the streets, had a box for a bed for weeks. That's the kind of life you won't want a ten-year-old to have to face."
Tim chuckled uneasily. "Okay, that's fair. But considering he's the only heir of the Algol Enterprises, I doubt he'll end up on the streets, am I wrong? Not to be insensitive, but there's a reason why Talia chose you to take care of him, and that wouldn't be the muscles or the pretty face."
That was a logical explanation, so Tim thought, but he could swear that Jason was blushing - even under the tanned skin. He shook his head lightly, and said, "No, I'm also his legal guardian unless his biological father files for custody; and am in charge of the Algol Enterprises," He scowled lightly. "...in spite of the fact that I don't like the corporate world in general. Damian is actually more than smart enough to supervise the companies, but he is still a minor. His signatures should always be accompanied by mine."
"Good system," Oracle commented. "I don't see you as someone easily persuaded if you don't believe in the matter."
"I believe in fairness and assisting those in need, not feeding those in power," Jason muttered. Then sighed. "For now, though, I'll need your help to fend off the League of Shadows. There won't be any steps taken toward your goal if Damian is assassinated."
"That, I believe, I can help. It's not gonna be pretty, but..." Dick remarked, stepping out of the bedrooms. "Boy's sleeping like a log. I mean, literally like a log: on his back, straight-backed and all." He added when Jason's eyes found his.
"You know how to contact your... uh... friends?" Tim tried, cringing, knowing how Barbara felt for violence.
"You thinking about rising the other talons?" Barbara must be cringing, too.
"Unless you can think of utilizing Superman or something, I don't see any other way..." Dick argued.
"Wait," an epiphany suddenly hit Tim. "I... hold up, let me think..." he raised a hand, stopping the questions he knew would be coming out of both Jason and Dick's mouths. A half a minute later, it hit him in the full picture. "Wasn't Green Arrow trained by the League of Assassins, too?"
"Oliver Queen, you mean. Yes, he was." Jason confirmed. "Funny dude, all sass and pretending to be no-brain. Shiva trained him--" Jason suddenly stopped.
"Does he know you?" Tim asked.
"He should... he got in just about a while after I did. I'd trained with him before Talia sent me training elsewhere..." Jason replied, and then his face brightened. "You scary-scheming little shit..."
"Green Arrow opted to use his skills as a hero, protecting those who can't protect himself. I know he's good - a little unfocused in a hand-to-hand and more reliant on his bow and arrows, but he's good." Tim pointed out. "And he has his own group of 'family' - all fighters for good. I'm sure he'll be happy to help us." he hinted to Oracle, deliberately pointing to Oracle as the decision-maker of the 'group'. With the way Dick was glaring at him, Tim knew that he was following Tim's hints - and not mentioning that Tim could have asked aunt Dinah for Oliver Queen's help. Dinah has been dating him for a good long while, after all.
"I'll put out feelers," Barbara stated. "Jason, do you have inklings or list on who we might want to chase after? You mentioned they're covert, and about half of the identity of people rounded up by the GCPD earlier were locals."
Jason shrugged helplessly. "They don't usually trust digital stuff for this... membership thingy. Not especially for foot soldiers."
"I think I can figure out how to sift them out..." Tim commented, ideas after ideas churning through his mind. "Want me to come over and powwow, O?"
"Yes, sure. That'll be great." Oracle replied, even with the metallic voice modulator, Tim could sense the relief.
"Okay, you wanna come with?" he asked Dick.
Dick shook his head. "Not that I'm guarding you or anything, 'cause I'm sure you can figure out how to get out without me noticing, anyway. But I'm... I'd prefer if the boy wakes up, he'll still see me, you know? So he's convinced that he's not... being abandoned or anything."
"That's sweet, but I agree. Do you mind, Jason?"
"Having another body to stand guard? Not at all. I'll need to shut my eyes for a few, anyway." Jason replied with a small smirk. "Would've been nice to shut-eye with a warm body next to me, but hey, beggars can't be choosers," he added blithely just as Tim got up and walked away.
Tim paused, turned, and blew him a kiss. Because that's what mama Selina said you should do when someone openly flirted with you if you also want to flirt with said someone. Jason's smirk just got bigger but didn't give any more reaction.
Tim continued his exit, his mind partially mapping out his plan to clean out the League of Assassins from Gotham; the other part mapping out his plan on to figure out if Jason was as compatible as he suspected.
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Rocky Road Sunday
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The ghost is here again.
Not a ghost, he tells himself, because Dr Quinzel had told him to stop validating his hallucinations. So: the hallucination is here again. It doesn’t make it much better, because whatever it is, the kid is still glaring at him from where he’s perched on the kitchen counter. There’s a trickle of blood running down his forehead, and Jason bites back a comment about staining the countertops— it’s not real, after all.
“Why are you here?” he asks pointedly, watching the hallucination from the corner of his eye as he sets about making breakfast.
“Why am I ever here?” the hallucination replies. Jason huffs in frustration.
“You can’t just make this easy for me?”
“Nope.” The kid pops the p, swinging his legs obnoxiously.
“Not even on my birthday?” he asks, knowing that it won’t garner him any sympathy, but feeling like he has the right to grumble despite that.
“Like we ever got anything on our birthday,” the kid says. “It’s technically my birthday too, you know.”
“You’re fifteen.”
“So?”
“You’re always fifteen. You’ll always be fifteen. What’s the point in celebrating your birthday?”
“What’s the point in celebrating yours?” the kid fires back. “It’s not like anyone cares that you’ve survived another year. In fact, they’ll probably be disappointed. Even Bruce. Especially—“
“Shut up!” Jason snaps, turning and throwing a knife straight at the kid. It, of course, goes straight through him, leaving behind a bloody, gory hole. The kid raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, real mature. Are you sure I’m the teenager here?”
Jason finishes pouring his cereal and turns back around to fully face the kid as he slams a spoonful into his mouth, and tries not to wince as he gets a good look at the kid. It’s bad today: alongside the hole Jason’s just left in his head, his skull is cracked open, his right arm is twisted, clearly broken in multiple places, and the Robin uniform has been bled through in numerous places, including a large, dark patch on his abdomen. His left foot is twisted all the way backwards.
The kid notices him looking and scowls. “You try getting beaten half to death,” he snaps.
“I have,” Jason replies around a mouthful of cereal.
“Maybe you should try again. Who knows, maybe this time, it’ll stick!”
Jason chews angrily, and decides to ignore the kid. He eats the rest of his cereal in silence, refusing to even look in the hallucination’s direction.
“Oh, real mature,” the hallucination taunts. “Sure, go on, ignore me. Just like everyone ignored you, right? Nobody ever wanted to listen to what you had to say.” Spoon, chew, swallow, repeat. The cereal tastes like ash in his mouth. “Another year on this earth, and what do you have to show for it? No friends. No family. No one to love, or to love you. You’re going to go out tonight and shoot someone just to feel alive. What a sad, pathetic existence. Wouldn’t it be better to just stop?”
“Just because you’re dead,” Jason grinds out, “doesn’t mean I have to be.”
“You’re me, though,” the kid says. “And I’m you. So, yeah, if I’m dead, you should be too.”
“I like living,” Jason shoots back.
“Why?”
“Because I do! And you’re not going to convince me otherwise. So give up and save me the damn headache.” He can already feel it coming on, a dull pounding in his temples. By the end of the day he’ll be flat out in bed with a migraine– so much for his plans to patrol tonight.
“I’m not going anywhere,” the hallucination says, petulant, and Jason slams his bowl down on the counter, half-eaten cereal swirling in discoloured milk.
“Well, I am,” he says. “Feel free to stay here. There’s leftovers in the fridge.”
He grabs his wallet, jacket and keys as the kid grumbles. “That’s not funny,” he mutters, jumping down from the counter and stumbling on his bad foot. Jason can see him limping after him as he leaves his apartment building and out into the streets of Gotham.
“Where are we going?” the hallucination asks as Jason hails a bus headed down the road. Jason ignores him as he climbs onboard, heading to the back of the bus and sitting down. He keeps a careful eye on the other passengers, but none of them seem particularly suspicious. Well, at least half of them are probably criminals, but that’s normal for this part of Gotham. None of them are any risk for him.
“My ribs hurt,” the hallucination says, sitting next to him. “I think they’re all broken. Wanna feel?” Jason doesn’t. The kid pushes a flat hand against his own chest and lets out a pained cry. “Yeah, all broken,” he wheezes. “Do you remember what it feels like? To be this broken? For everything to hurt?”
Jason grits his teeth. He does. The kid knows that, knows that all of his pain is only Jason’s memory; knows that Jason is feeling the phantom pains even now.
He breathes slowly, in and out. It’s fine. He’s fine. He’s alive and in Gotham and it is his birthday and he is not fifteen and dying in a warehouse on the wrong side of the world.
He stands up abruptly and presses the bell, nearly running down the aisle and shouting a quick, “Thanks!” to the driver as he bounds off. He’s disappointed when the hallucination manages to hop off after him just as the doors are closing. Sometimes he’s able to outrun the kid, and can escape him for the rest of the day by doing so.
“Do you know how hard it is to run on a fucked-up foot?” the kid complains.
“Yes,” Jason replies, and then turns and strides down the street. The kid hurries to catch up, cursing and groaning under his breath at the pain. Jason pretends like his own ankle isn’t sending twinges of phantom pain up his own leg.
“Why are we here?” the kid asks as Jason turns into the parking lot of the drive-through ice cream parlour he and Bruce had frequented during his Robin days.
“It’s my birthday,” Jason replies, “I want ice cream. Is that a crime?”
The kid wrinkles his nose. “Alone, though?”
Jason rolls his eyes. “I wish I were alone,” he snides.
He enters the parlour, which is relatively empty at this time in the morning– there’s a father and two kids sharing a jumbo survey in one corner, and a couple of teenagers on a date giggling over something sat in the centre of the room. He heads over to the counter and smiles at the cashier, a tired-looking twenty-something who smiles back despite the air that she’s giving off like she doesn’t really want to be here.
“Hi, can I take your order?” she chirps.
“Yeah, two rocky road sundaes?” Jason says. She nods, inputting the information.
“Anything else?”
“That’s good, thank you.”
“Alright, that’ll be $13.26.”
Jason pays with a handful of cash and then makes his way over to a booth by the window. There’s a large decal on the glass in the shape of a bat, proclaiming THE HOME OF BATMAN & ROBIN’S FAVOURITE ICE CREAM. Despite everything, it still makes him smile to see.
The kid slides into the booth opposite him. “Why’d you order two?”
“Maybe I’m hungry,” Jason replies. The kid raises an eyebrow.
“For ice cream? You’ll be sick, dummy.”
Jason shrugs, but doesn’t respond as the waitress brings over the ice cream. After putting down the sundaes, she asks, tone light and teasing, “This all for you? Or are you waiting for a special someone?”
Jason shrugs slightly as he pulls his own sundae closer. “I used to come here when I was younger. A uh, a kid I knew, he’s... not with us anymore. But it’s his birthday, and he always loved this place, so...”
The waitress looks deeply sympathetic, and also like she regrets asking. “That’s a lovely sentiment,” she says. “Enjoy your ice cream, honey.”
She leaves, and Jason tucks in. The kid is staring at the sundae Jason brought for him, a strange look on his face.
“You know I can’t eat this, right?” he asks.
“I know,” Jason agrees with a shrug. “Felt rude not to buy you one, though.”
Then, the hallucination does something Jason has never seen him do before: he smiles.
“Thanks,” he says, voice soft. “I appreciate it.”
“Happy birthday, Jason,” Jason says to the kid.
“Yeah,” the kid replies, his hands wrapped around the sundae glass, eyeing it wistfully. “Happy birthday.”
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Nesting
Summary: No one ever taught Tim how to build a nest. Bruce fixes that.
Part 1, Ao3
Notes: This is actually supposed to be the fourth or fifth fic in the Keeper series but the second one to be posted so some things might be confusing.
A few things to note
- Bruce saying that he's a disease is a misconception on his part, he thinks him being a Keeper and not following all the rules is the reason bad things happen to his family.
-Dick was Bruce's protege but he is Bludhaven's Keeper so while him and Bruce have problems they don't have too big of a falling out because Bruce always knew Dick wasn't Gotham's.
-Jason also died in this au but he died in Gotham, not in Ethiopia.
TW: Mention of child neglect
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Bruce didn't notice too much about Tim at first. He was a thirteen years old male omega who had the keeper's magic inside of him. He had parents so he didn't need to be Bruce's responsibility outside of training.
And Bruce was okay with that. He had already lost one protege to the Keeper's magic and it had nearly destroyed him.
There was a reason Keepers weren't supposed to have normal packs. It was a disease.
And Bruce was the biggest disease of all.
Tim usually came to the cave in the evening after school and went home after a few hours of studying and lessons. Dick and Jason had always been eager to get to the physical training part but Tim was more than okay with reading books on books about Keepers. He was also a creative problem solver, picking things up faster then Bruce had.
Sometimes Bruce felt the urge to scoop up the little pup and tuck him close, especially when he looked at him with those hopeful eyes. But then Bruce would remember Jason and push the thought away. He hadn't been good enough with Jason, treated him like a child and son instead of protege and fellow Keeper and look where that had got him.
It was better this way.
So Tim left for home every night at 8:00, right when his housekeeper expected him. Which was why Bruce was very surprised to find him standing at the entrance of the cave around 8:30, half an hour after he had sent him home.
"Tim?"
No answer
"Tim, are you alright?"
No answer.
Something was wrong. The boy usually scrambled to answer.
Once Bruce got closer, the situation became evident. The little Omega was in pre-heat. He was young so his scent was significantly lighter but there was no mistaking the extra boost to the lemon scent. The boy was definitely going into heat.
"Timmy, Kiddo," he said softly, ignoring the part of his that told him to turn away, "Look at me,"
The little boy, who had had his back to him until now, slowly turned around. Bruce winced when he saw his expression. Dazed with a little bit of...fear? Why did the boy look afraid?
"H-hi Bruce. I-um-I was about to leave but then this feeling just hit me and I didn't want to leave anymore. I'm usually home by the time it hits me-b-but- it hit me here and-I'm so so sorry, Bruce! I'm so sorry!"
Bruce took a deep breath and knelt in front of the shaking boy. Going by his age, he probably hadn't been having heats for more than a year and since very young omegas only had a few heats a year, this was was probably his third or fourth. He was in a house that wasn't his and not to mention with an adult who had been less than welcoming.
He sighed again and put a hand on Tim's shoulder. The boy flinched at first but then relaxed a bit.
"It's okay, Tim," he said, "Do you want me to take you home?". Tim probably had a nest there. Most pups liked to 'play nest' and those that had started heat usually kept up theirs. There were some interesting stories about young pups, especially omegas, fighting their parents when they tried to wash the items used in the nest.
Bruce would take Tim home, make sure he was taken care of by whoever was watching him and then he would come back and this unsettling feeling he was getting in his chest would go away.
He wasn't expecting the way Tim's eyes filled with tears while he shook his head.
"Don't wanna be alone," he mumbled
Bruce frowned. Young omegas got emotional during their heat, some even pre-heat, but this was odd and why would Tim say that about being alone? He had sais someone watched him.
"What do you mean you're going to be alone?"
Tim sniffed and shook his head, "Shouldn't have said that. Bad,"
Bruce's chest tightened. Something was wrong, very very wrong.
He decided to try something else, "What about your nest then?"
"What nest?"
Bruce barely held himself back from gasping in shock.
Could this be-
"Is this your first heat, kiddo?"
Tim shook his head.
"And you don't have a nest?"
Tim shook his head again.
"How many heats have you had, buddy?"
"Two," said Tim with a sniffle, "Didn't realize what the first one was, they were five months apart,"
Tim had started coming here four months ago. And he didn't have a nest. Good god.
Bruce had so many more questions but they could wait because Tim was starting to shake again.
"Hey Tim," he said, "I'm gonna pick you up okay?"
"Okay." he sniffled
Bruce carefully picked him up, backpack and all. He was impossibly small and light in his arms, instantly curling up against his chest.
Goddammit, he could already feel himself getting attached. This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Oh My," said Alfred, once they got upstairs, looking at the boy who now had his eyes squeezed shut "What happened here, Master Bruce?"
"He's going in heat in the next twenty-four hours, said he didn't want to go home because he doesn't want to be alone and has never made a nest despite already having had two heats,"
An almost undetectable dark look passed over Alfred's face.
"I see," said the old butler, "You'll be taking him to your room then,"
"Yes," said Bruce, "I'm sure you already know the list of his favourite snacks,"
"Of course," said Alfred, "I'll make sure to bring them up,"
"Thanks, Alfie,"
Once Bruce got to the room, he turned on the dim lamplight and carefully deposited the boy in the middle of the bed.
"You can open your eyes now, Buddy," said Bruce
Tim opened his eyes and looked around with surprise.
"Is this your room?"
"Yes, Tim," he said
"What are we doing here?" he asked
"I'm going to teach you to build a nest," he said
"Oh," he said, eyes widening in surprise, confirming Bruce's fears. This poor little Omega had spent his last two heats without a nest and probably without his parents.
"Now," said Bruce, "There are some very important decisions that need to be considered when making a nest,"
Tim straightened and looked at him intently. Bruce couldn't help the warmth that spread thought. God, this kid was adorable.
"First one," said Bruce, "Covered top or not?"
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Tim watched in surprise as Bruce attached to wooden poles to the end of the bedposts.
"Is this tall okay?" asked the older Omega, "I'll have to attach something to the headboard too so it makes a triangle shape,"
"Oh no," said Tim, "That's not necessary. I'll fit inside,"
This was bad, He was causing too much trouble. He should have just gone home. Why didn't he just go home?
"But then I won't fit," said Bruce
Tim's mouth fell open in surprise
"You're going to stay with me," he asked in a whisper
"Of course," said Bruce with a frown, "Unless you want someone else? Maybe Dick or Barbara? Because you're not old enough to do this alone,"
But I already did it alone.
He didn't say that though. Instead, he just nodded.
"Okay, You can stay,"
Bruce frowned a little and Tim wondered if he's said something wrong.
But then Bruce went back to fixing the bed and Tim relaxed. Everything was fine.
"Now," said Bruce, once he was done attaching the poles, "I'm gonna hold some things up and you're going to tell me if you want to keep them?"
"Okay," he said
Bruce went into the closet and brought out a pile of soft and furry looking things.
"First. we're going to put something at the bottom. Something comfy. Would you like wool? Cotton? Maybe a down?"
"What a down?"
The older omega frowned. Tim was just about to take back his question when Bruce picked up a bunch of things again.
"I have an idea," said Bruce, "You feel them and tell me which one will the comfiest under you,"
"Oh, okay,"
He ended up choosing a large blue blanket that seemed to have feathers inside of it.
"Good choice," said Bruce, giving Tim a bright smile. Tim loved that smile. It made his magic dance nicely in his chest.
The nest little while was spent like that, with Bruce showing Tim different things and he would choose which ones he likes best.
"How do I know which one feels the nicest," he asked at one point
"Well," said Bruce, "There are many ways to tell. You can feel it with your hands, curl up in it or..."
"Or?" asked Tim, confused as to why Bruce had stopped speaking
"Or I could do this," said Bruce and pounced. Before Tim knew it, he had been pushed into one of the blankets as Bruce tickled him mercilessly.
"Wait-what-haha-stop-stop-hahaha-BRUCE!"
"Nuh-uh," huffed Bruce, "Not stopping,"
Tim screeched as Bruce poked a particularly sensitive spot and tried to get away, twisting the splayed blankets and covers as he went.
"You're not getting away Kiddo," Bruce said with a grin, yanking him back against his chest, mercilessly tickling his tummy and making him gasp and twist.
Eventually, Tim ran out of breath and Bruce let him go. He flopped down onto the bed, a few giggles still escaping him as he caught his breath.
"So," said Bruce, "How does it look now?"
Tim looked at him in confusion. What did he mean?
Bruce just smiled and waved his hand around. Tim turned to look and his eyes widened. Them moving around had moved the bigger blankets to the edge, creating a sort of barrier, the cotton sheets were still under him covering the large blue blanker at the bottom. There were brighter lighter blankets just inside the barrier, giving it a cozy look and there were handmade quilts and a couple of knitted blankets laying closer to him.
"I like it," he said, running his hand on top of one knitted blanket, "I really really like it,"
"I'm glad, Kiddo," said Bruce, "Just have to fix it in a few places,"
Bruce went ahead and started to pull the blankets closer together, settling them in a way that made sure both of them could stretch. After he was done, he picked up one of the quilts and put it around Tim's shoulders.
"There you go," he murmured, "Now sit here and I'm going to get a sheet to cover us, okay?"
Tim nodded. Bruce moved to the edge of the bed and pulled up three sheets.
"Blue, White, or Yellow?"
"Yellow," said Tim
"Great," said Bruce, standing up, "If I attach this here and here and then..."
Carefully, the older omega constructed a cover over them using duct tape and the wooden poles he had attached to the bed.
"And for the finishing touch," said Bruce and leaned over the change the setting on the lights. The lights dimmed a bit, creating a yellow glow in the nest as they were filtered through the near-transparent sheet.
"What do you think, Tim?" said Bruce as he settled in beside him.
Tim could feel a big feeling building in his chest as tears gathered in his eyes.
Not being able to answer, he did the only thing he could think of and threw himself at Bruce's chest.
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Bruce tensed as Tim slammed into him. The weight wasn't the problem but when was the last time he had held a child close? The last time-
He cut his thoughts off. No matter how bad this might turn out, he had an obligation as Tim's mentor to help him in any way possible, including emotionally. This was just a mentor taking care of his protege. Absolutely nothing to do with Pack.
Bruce could do this.
"You okay there, Timmy?"
Tim nodded and a soft sound started coming from him.
Was he-
Another soft sound.
Yup. The little omega was definitely purring. So adorable.
Slowly, Bruce could feel his apprehensions slipping away as he gave an answering purr. The little boy looked back up in surprise as if no one had answered his before.
Alphas and Betas didn't purr but they did growl and hum. Tim's parents should have been answering him with something if they had taken some time to spend with their little boy. But it was becoming increasingly obvious that they didn't have much to do with Tim.
Bruce felt a surge of hate toward the Drakes. How dare they? They had this brilliant, sweet child. Didn't they know how precious this was, this life? How fragile? How it could be taken away in a-
Tim purred louder and nuzzled his neck, probably detecting his changing mood from his scent.
Bruce gently purred in response, letting him know everything was fine. As he pulled the little boy closer, he felt their magics curl together. Bruce's own mature magic and Tim's still developing spark.
Ours Ours Ours
'Not yet," answered Bruce, having mastered speaking in his head, "He's too young to protect Gotham yet and his magic isn't as developed as you,"
No no Ours
It took him a few seconds to realize what his magic was saying. With Dick and Jason, the line had been clear. They didn't have parents. They were Keepers and so was Bruce, therefore, they were Bruce's responsibility.
It wasn't that way with Tim.
This was the magic asking him to claim Tim as his own.
Bruce pursed his lips. The Keeper's magic didn't usually have any morals or goals other than having a way to do its job, in this case, protect Gotham. It needed the Keeper to help direct it and bend it and make sure it didn't do anything to disrupt the system of that Keepers time period.
So why did it want Bruce to claim Tim? Was it reflecting Bruce's own desire back? Because despite what Dick liked to say, Bruce wasn't actually oblivious to his own feelings, he just didn't act on them.
'Why are you so insistent?'
Needs our help. We help Gotham and Gotham includes its people. We are the best equipped in this scenario.
Huh, so the magic was learning after all.
"Bruce?" asked Tim, starting to sound a little sleepy
"It's okay," said Bruce, "Go to sleep, Kiddo,"
The little omega yawned and closed his eyes, snuggling deeper into his chest.
He could do this.
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