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schrijverr · 4 months

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We’re Adopted?!?

When Bruce’s kids end up on the Watchtower due to a set of unforeseen circumstances, Jason first tries to get the League to believe that they’re all biologically related to Bruce. He tries to avoid having Jason give everyone a sex talk by reminding him that he’s adopted. This leads to all his kids pretending that this is the first time they’ve heard of it, much to the horror of the League and the exasperation of Bruce.

Based on this post.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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It finally happened. After years of successfully keeping the League from finding out about all the kids he has, they’ve finally met. And in the most dramatic way too. In a way it’s very suited for their family, but that is a detail Bruce had hoped to keep from the League.

However, it happens anyway and now his two teams have met.

They’re sitting in the common area of the Watchtower when the Zeta-Tube suddenly whirs to life and the Batmobile comes crashing into the area. It spins to a stop as if it had been in the middle of a chase, before the teleporter snatched them off the streets.

Bruce gets out of his chair and makes his way over. He isn’t too worried about them, since they’re here and while that might have meant danger before, they are safe with him now. If one of them had been terribly injured or left behind, they would be screaming and yelling already and that isn’t happening yet.

His eyes meet Tim’s, who is standing next to the car, his costume a little singed, hair askew and looking a little worse for wear. Apologetically he greets: “Hi, Justice League, promise we have a good reason to be here.”

For Bruce, this is quite normal chaos and these are his kids, but he notices that the Justice League has formed a defensive barrier around the Batmobile. They perceive his kids as a threat. It’s so absurd that he is quiet for a moment.

In that moment, Superman steps forward and demands to know: “Who are you and how did you get up here?”

“With a car no less,” Hal adds, sounding a little impressed, which doesn’t make Bruce smug in the slightest, no sir.

He is about to tell everyone to stand down when the doors of the car open and his kids come spilling out. It’s a bit of a car clown moment with how many vigilantes fit inside.

Dick nearly falls out of the side, with Damian following after him. Both of them have soot in their hair and scratches on their faces.

A singed Jason stumbling out on the other side as he loudly complains: “This is the last time we’re letting Spoiler drive.”

Steph’s costume is a little flame tattered too as she swings open the driving side and says: “I’d like to see you do better, asshole. At least it wasn’t like Signal’s first driving attempt.”

“Hey,” Duke exclaims, coming out of the car after Jason, looking a little banged up. “Just because I didn’t know where the missiles were, doesn’t mean it was terrible.”

“I didn’t eject anyone,” Steph pouts.

“Yes, you did!” Duke exclaims. “You very much did.”

“Well, not by accident,” Steph argues. “It was part of the plan.”

The other front door is now open and Cass is next to him. He puts an arm around her and pulls her into his cape. Then he decides to step in, because it seems the League doesn’t know what to do when they’re not viewed as an authority.

“What happened?” he asks.

Six heads snap his way, as if his kids had forgotten where they were. It wouldn’t be the first time, so he doesn’t even bother rolling his eyes.

Tim reports: “The Riddler broke out of Arkham, along with like a bunch of b-rate villains. They caused havoc, but we rounded them all up. Riddler took the time it took us to round them up to set up his trap. He went with a fire theme.”

“Is he contained now?” Bruce asks, a little concerned.

“Yeah, no problem, B, we got ‘em,” Steph assures him casually with a thumbs up.

“Sorry, uhm, excuse me, Batman, do you know these people?” Clark asks in that awkward, polite way of his.

Bruce contemplates for a second what he should answer. Then decides that he wants to know what happened and doesn’t want to deal with questions. So he just says: “My associates. Now report, how did you end up here?”

“Associates,” Jason snorts.

However, he is ignored by his siblings as Damian reports: “We have caught the Riddler, however we did so without solving the last of his riddles. So, he sprang his trap after we took him down and we became the target of some missiles.”

“Oh my god, are you okay?” one of the League members exclaims under their breath.

“Tt, of course we’re okay,” Damian spits back. “Unlike you, we have been trained.”

“And we learned our lesson; always solve all of Riddler’s riddles,” Steph grins, giving them all a thumbs up.

“I already said that, but who listens to Red Robin? Nobody,” Tim complains.

Before it can turn into a squabble fest again, Bruce clears his throat and Dick jumps in to get them back on track, explaining: “We tried to get away in the Batmobile, but we couldn’t outrun it forever. So we decided the best way to escape was to use the Zeta-Tube connection.”

“It was great, Spoiler sent replacement flying so he could put in the code,” Jason laughs.

“I wanted to beam us to the Cave, but with the amount of time we had, just taking us to the most recently used coordinates was smarter,” Tim explains. He checks his arm computer then says: “The chatter on the police coms is that the missile made impact where we disappeared. No one was in the area when it went off, but there is property damage. And a few of the new recruits are convinced we’re supernatural, since none of our remains are being found.”

That last bit gets a few laughs from the assembled vigilantes. Most of Gotham PD have resigned themselves to the fact that the protectors of Gotham are humans, who seemingly pull of the impossible from time to time.

However, there are always newer members, who come up with great conspiracies about how they aren’t human and that’s why they pull it off. Bruce knows that it’s a bit of a game between his kids to see who can get them to believe the weirdest shit about them.

So, he just lets them have the moment of amusement after what must have been a highly tense moment.

Then he asks: “Where is Bluebird?” since he hasn’t seen Harper among the crowd, which is weird, because she’s on the night shift, while Duke is on the day shift.

“She the one, who figured out where Riddler was and caught him,” Dick says proudly. “She was escorting him to Arkham when she noticed he was being off. Without her we would’ve never made it to the Batmobile on time.”

Bruce makes a mental note to thank her for saving his other kids when he sees her.

“We also let Oracle know we’re okay, so she can inform her and Batwoman when she gets back from her mission, just in case she saw the news,” Dick goes on.

“Wait,” they get interrupted by Hal. “How many more heroes are you going to pull out of your sleeve? What happened to Mr. I Work alone? Am I being crazy here? Why are you all just standing there?”

Clark says: “Well, it’s obvious Batman knows these people and they do not seem like a threat to us, so I was going to wait until they’d given a report before demanding answers.”

“And we will demand answers, Batman,” Diana adds, making Bruce swallow a little. “We are your friends, we hoped there would be some trust there. You seem to have a whole different team of warriors. That is something you share.”

“Don’t mind, B, he just comes with permanently built in paranoia, it’s nothing against you,” Dick tells them.

In the background, Jason snorts: “Did you hear that guys? We’re his team of warriors. His associates.”

Damian huffs at that: “These imbeciles obviously do not know what they are on about and I refuse to be referred to as such, when I am the blood son.”

“I don’t know, Robin,” Steph laughs. “It almost starts to feel like he cares. I mean, he obviously has been bragging about us.”

“He has not spoken a word about us,” Damian exclaims.

In the background, Bruce can feel a headache coming. He has tried to keep his kids away from the League for their own safety. They can’t use his kids against him, should they become compromised, if they don’t know they exist.

However, they do know now and not only that, it seems like his kids are here to cause trouble on purpose now that they finally get to meet, who they refer to as, ‘his work friends AKA the only friends he has’. Delightful.

Indeed, the League has picked up on the words Jason set Damian up for, because Hal repeats: “Blood son?”

And Clark frowns: “They do seem quite young.”

“Batman, are you employing babes to protect Gotham with you?” Diana exclaims in horror.

“I am highly trained, who dares to call me a baby,” Damian protests immediately and while his siblings would usually laugh at him, they now also feel offended.

All of them have had to defend their age to people, including Bruce. They don’t like being questioned. So all of them are falling over themselves to defend their position as protectors of Gotham.

Bruce decides to help them, explaining: “There are more teen heroes, most of you have or had a sidekick. These vigilantes keep each other safe, they have the safety of back up and I also provide good gear. They’re not running around without a clue of what to do.”

“Ahww, I knew you cared, old man,” Steph coos, while Cass taps a genuine thank you in Morse code on his arm.

“Batman, I appreciate that you look out of them, but most sidekicks have had superpowers that are related to one of the heroes and sought out a mentor to help,” Clark says gently. “You have no powers, where did you get these kids?”

And in hindsight, he should have known better than to hesitate. However, at the times, he does, because the circus, the streets, the neighbor’s and some villains, are not really good answers to that question, no matter how true. And he doesn’t know if he wants to explain.

Still, he has to admit that he melts slightly when Cass speaks up to say: “His kids.”

Plus, it’s kind of funny how most League member jump out of their skin at the sudden voice, since none of them had spotted Cass before. Not even those with superhuman senses. His daughter is so talented.

Arguably the funniest reaction is Hal, who shrieks: “Where the fuck did you get these kids, Spooky!” as he violently startles backwards.

However, Jason jumps on the opportunity, sending Bruce a shit eating grin before he does (he might still be wearing the helmet, but Bruce knows him). He says: “Well, when two people love each other very much, they-”

No, just no. Absolutely not.

The League already thinks him to be a bit of a weirdo, who is steeped in paranoia. They respect him, but they’re always a little wary of him too (which is good in a way, he doesn’t want them close to his secret identity with the threat they could pose). Still, he doesn’t want them to think he practically bred an army of shadow-y vigilantes to protect Gotham. He’d never live it down.

“Hood,” he quickly cuts Jason off, before he can continue with his nonsense. Then he tiredly reminds him: “You’re adopted.”

“WHAT!” Jason shrieks, ripping his helmet off to reveal a shocked and betrayed face even with his domino mask. “How could you keep that from me?”

It seems like everyone needs a second to recover and process after the outburst. However, Jason is gaining steam and dramatically barrels on: “For years. Years! I lived with you, you fed me, you cared for me. You are my dad. At least you were. Was that all a lie? Some ruse? How- Why- I deserved to know.”

Bruce is shocked, unable to form words. His relationship with Jason has been rough, though getting better. It’s still tentative, though, so to hear Jason refer to him as dad throws him off in one of the best ways. Until he realizes Jason is fucking with him.

Even then, it is kind of nice that Jason is messing with him. When he looks, he sees that Jason is having fun under the mask of betrayal. It doesn’t have a bitter undertone, like it would have a few months ago. Instead, it feels a little like all the times Jason messed with him in front of Commissioner Gordon, back when he was Robin.

So, later Bruce will cut himself some slack for basking in that feeling for long enough that the others catch on and join in.

It starts with Steph, who has never claimed him as her father a day in his life, but will always be committed to a bit. She sniffles: “I can’t believe you’d lie to our brother like that. Soon you’ll tell us we’re all adopted.”

“Spoiler,” Bruce warns, hoping to deter anyone else from joining in.

That doesn’t happen, instead, Dick pulls Duke into a hug and exclaims: “Yeah, next you’ll tell us Signal here isn’t our half brother, like you didn’t leave his mother at the altar.” He narrows his eyes and adds: “I was the flower boy too, I can’t believe you did that to her.”

He sees Duke’s calculating gaze, flitting between Dick and himself and knows it’s only a matter of time before he picks a side, so he grunts: “Signal, don’t-”

“She talked about it until her death. Don’t tell me she made it up,” Duke suddenly says, picking the side of his siblings. Bruce would be more glad about him getting along with them, if it weren’t for the fact that in joining him, he left Bruce.

“You monster,” Jason butts back in again, not having had the spotlight in too long. “Look what you’ve done. You can’t just drop something like that on us. You can’t just pull the rug out from under us. Adopted. Or am I the only one? Huh? Is that it? Are all of them your real kids except for me?”

It’s a little too close to home, so Bruce stumbles: “No, of course, you’re always my kid. But this isn’t news to you. To any of you.”

“So we are all adopted?” Tim shrieks, stumbling forwards to clutch Bruce’s arm. “Those people you took me away from, were they my real parents? Did you lie to me?”

And this is just unfair. They’re not allowed to gang up on him like this and be dramatic. They know he doesn’t know what to do when they get like this. He gave them a home, he kept them as safe as he could, he loves them. What has he done to deserve this?

Dick and Duke are still embracing each other and Bruce is pretty sure Dick is weeping. Steph is definitely fake crying, while Jason is consoling her. Tim is still clutching his one arm, babbling about being taken from his parents.

Cass is his favorite right now, because she isn’t playing along with her sibling, just quietly huddling into his side. Damian would share the spot, but Bruce knows that the only reason he isn’t playing along, is because he doesn’t know what their game is and how he can use it to his advantage.

Indeed, he joins in – though not entirely purposefully – because he asks: “Father, I am your true son right? I am the blood son, not these imbeciles.”

Jason is definitely hiding a snort as a sob and in that moment, Bruce is tempted to disown Damian, just so he doesn’t have to deal with all this.

He can see how shocked the Justice League is, their eyes wide with horror, none of them having truly recovered at the sudden appearance at a gaggle of kids, who are now seemingly breaking down over the surprise news of being adopted.

He should’ve just let Jason give the League a sex talk.

So, he is tempted to not recognize Damian as his own, however, he knows how much Damian values his heritage and how insecure he is about his spot in the family. And he does look genuinely worried about what’s happening. So, Bruce has to sigh and reward the vulnerability that he shows with compassion, saying: “Yes, Robin.”

Jason lets out a pained groan and says: “So it is true? We really are adopted?” then breaks down crying. It’s almost impressive how well he can sob on demand. How well all of them can, Bruce wonders when they learned that and who taught them that.

The League, meanwhile has also apparently reached their limits and Hal suddenly explodes: “Fucking hell, Bats. Is that how you’re telling them that? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Around him all the others start to nod in agreement and Bruce knows that some of those shaking shoulders of his kids aren’t sobs but laughter at this point. He wonders if it’s wrong to return any of them, despite knowing that he would never give any of them up, even with all the gray hairs they’re giving him.

He does think about it though, especially when Clark cautiously says: “It seems unnecessarily cruel, Batman. They’ve just been chased through the streets by missiles. You could have waited.”

“Yes, it is very cruel,” Diana agrees. “And I do not know you to be cruel.”

Usually, Bruce has an image to maintain, but that image includes him working alone and having no sense of humor or humanity, so obviously it’s incorrect. Besides, any reputation he might have had has just been ruined by his kids. He doesn’t have to take this judgment from his friends.

So, he throws his hands up and, bordering on a whine, says: “I’m not cruel. They all know they’re adopted. All of them were over nine when it happened. Hell, not even all of them are adopted. Not all of them wanted to be. They know! They’re just messing with me.”

It’s quiet after his outburst.

Both the League and his kids blink for a few times. It’s clear that the League doesn’t know what to believe, but his kids are luckily done with the chaos. Though, Bruce doesn’t know if he’s happy with that when he sees some of their faces morph into grins.

Dick decides to put him out of his misery first, letting go of Duke to skip forwards and sling an arm around Bruce, which he grudgingly allows. He never says no to hugs from his kids, no matter what stunt they’ve just pulled.

“He’s right,” Dick smiles at everyone. Then he jokingly tugs on one of the ears on his cowl – something he has done since his early days as Robin – as he teases: “He didn’t mind. Right, B? You are a softie under there.”

“Who cares if he minds,” Jason says loudly. “That was hilarious, did you see everyone’s faces when replacement told them he’d stolen him out of his home. Golden. I’m gonna ask O for that footage the second we get back.”

Now the League is looking at them with even more confusion. Unsure of what to do now.

Bruce wants to let them suffer, but he also doesn’t want to give his kids room to do something else to embarrass him. So, he takes the reigns saying: “Just to clear it all up; this is Nightwing, my oldest.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” Dick gives the League a bright smile.

“My second or third oldest – we’re not sure – Red Hood,” Bruce continues on, gesturing to Jason, who just gives them a salute. “And, again, the second or third oldest, Black Bat.” She waves at them, startling some again, since they’d forgotten she was there. Hm, they might have to do another stealth and awareness training day.

“This is Spoiler, she is not one of mine technically,” he continues on introducing everyone there.

Steph grins at all of them and says: “I eat his food and steal his money, but I’m not having him sign shit. All of the perks, none of the accountability.”

“And how you remind me of that,” Bruce sighs, before gesturing to Tim and saying: “This is Red Robin, my fourth kid. He is adopted, but also emancipated. And I did not steal him away from his parents.”

“Technically, he did, because they were kinda shitty, but only legally when they died,” Tim corrects, which is not necessary and Bruce will be answering questions about that for months. Judging by the smug look on his face, Tim knows.

Deciding not to engage for now, he moves on to Duke. “This is Signal, he is my ward. He normally works the day shift.”

“Hello,” Duke squeaks awkwardly.

“And this is Robin, he is the youngest,” Bruce finishes his introductions.

“I am the blood son of the Bat and the one true heir,” Damian exclaims proudly.

“Yeah, yeah, we know, brat,” Jason rolls his eyes. “You were once B’s sperm. Whoop-die-doo.”

Multiple faces contort at that, with Tim and Steph both exclaiming how gross that is and how he didn’t have to phrase it like that and how they never want to hear about Bruce’s sex life ever again in any way, shape, or form.

Hal comments: “Wait, you actually have a kid?”

Bruce fights the urge to facepalm as he deadpans: “Just a second ago, you were willing to believe I had seven or more, why do you seem surprised?”

That renders Hal speechless, which is good, because Bruce doesn’t want to be here anymore. He wants to check up properly on his kids, check up on Gotham, and be as far away from the League and their questions as he can.

So, he uses the silence to says: “Now, as interesting as this has all been, we are going home. I have a city to check on and kids to ground.”

All around him protests start up about how he either has no power over them and can’t ground them or that they’re too mature and well trained fro childish things such as grounding. But Bruce is great at tuning them out when needs must, so he types in the last of the Batcave coordinates and lets the Zeta-Tube take them home.

A/N:

I love coming up with convoluted reasons of why the batfam would be in the Watchtower lmao

Also Alfred totally taught them to cry on command, knowing they would use it for evil <3

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parkerslatte · 5 months

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Needles

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: needles.

Summary: After Y/N and Elain tease Azriel for his aversion to getting a piercing, Y/N finds out the reason why.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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The sun was setting over Velaris as Y/N pushed the needle through Elain’s earlobe before securing the jewellery in place. She leaned back to admire her work with a smile. Y/N reached to the side and held up a mirror in front of Elain’s smiling face. The middle Archeron sister gasped.

“Oh, Y/N, they are beautiful!” Elain exclaimed. “Thank you!”

Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you like them.” Elain jumped from the seat and wrapped Y/N in a hug. Y/N returned it happily.

“I’ve wanted to get more piercings but I’m afraid they will hurt,” Elain confessed, looking into the mirror again.

Y/N gestured to her own ears, decorated in an array of gold earrings and chains. “Don’t look to me if you want an honest opinion on whether they hurt or not because I don’t really remember or I have just gotten used to it. But I remember, this one,” Y/N pointed to a piercing wrapping around the top of her ear, “hurt when I got it but it was nothing but a dull ache within a few days. Perks of fast healing.”

Elain studied her ears carefully. “Do you think it would suit me?”

Y/N smiled brightly. “Of course! Anything would suit you!”

Elain blushed before looking back at Y/N. “Would you be able to do it for me?”

Y/N clasped her hands together happily. “Yes! Are you still sticking with gold? Or do you want to switch it up with silver?”

“Gold,” Elain answered. “I like it better.”

“Gold it is then.”

While Y/N was gathering a fresh needle and an array of different earrings for Elain to choose from, the bell to her shop rang, signalling someone walking in. Y/N silently cursed, she hadn’t thought to lock the door after flipping around the closed sign in her excitement to pierce Elain’s ears.

“Sorry,” Y/N called through the shop. “We’re closed.”

“Even for me?” The smooth voice of the shadowsinger called through the shop.

Y/N smiled, placed the needle down on the table and spun around to face her mate. “I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow morning.”

“Rhys called me back early,” Azriel responded, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Apparently the mission wasn’t entirely worth it.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his lips. He smiled, that one dimple on his cheek standing out proudly. She had missed that smile in the days he had been away.

“I was hoping to surprise you but Rhys told me you were here with Elain,” Azriel said, his hands falling to grasp her hips.

Y/N nodded. “She asked me to pierce her ears. Of course I happily obliged.”

Azriel chuckled and pressed his lips to hers. Y/N melted into it, holding him within her arms tightly. She could stay this easy forever. Azriel attempted to deepen the kiss as his tongue poked out to run across the seam of her lips but, reluctantly, Y/N pulled away. Azriel huffed in disappointment.

“We can continue that later,” Y/N said and stepped away from Azriel and gathered the supplies. “But Elain is waiting in the other room. You can come and watch if you like.”

Y/N walked out of the storage room and into the next where she had left Elain. Azriel followed behind her. “I have a few earrings for you to choose from.”

“Hi, Azriel,” Elain said as Azriel stepped into the room behind Y/N, taking a seat opposite her. “When did you return? Y/N said you weren’t supposed to get abc until tomorrow.”

“Mission was called off,” Azriel answered, leaning back in the chair comfortably. “How did Y/N pressure you into piercing your ears?”

Elain rolled her eyes. “She didn’t pressure me. I wanted to get them pierced.”

“I doubt that,” Azriel’s retorted`. “She basically pressured Cass for her to pierce his ears.”

“And he loves them,” Y/N defended with a smile. “So did Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Mor and even Amren, well I assume so anyway.”

Elain smirked. “You're the only one without any piercings now, Azriel. Are you afraid of the needle or something?”

Y/N snorted and Azriel huffed. “I am not afraid of a silly needle. I just don’t want my ears pierced.”

“Afraid it will threaten your look?” Y/N teased and Azriel sent her a playful glare. “Perhaps it would, the big bad shadowsinger parading around with floral jewellery in his ears.”

Y/N and Elain laughed and Azriel folded his arms across his chest, trying to feign annoyance. The smile on Y/N’s face faltered for a brief moment, afraid that she took the teasing too far but as soon as she felt the wave of love he sent through the bond, the smile returned.

***

When Elain left the shop, Y/N and Azriel were finally left alone together. As soon as she locked the door, Azriel spun her around in his arms and hungrily pressed his lips against hers. Y/N sighed and fully let herself lean into Azriel as he lifted her to place her on top of the counter, wedging himself between her thighs.

Y/N’s hands caressed his head and the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss, arching her back to press her chest against his. The grip Azriel had on her hips only tightened. Y/N missed the feeling of his hands on her. She had been deprived of it for nearly a week and she was sure that if he had been gone any longer, she would go mad.

The moment Azriel began to pepper kisses along her jaw, she knew that she would willingly submit to anything he wanted to do. Azriel could name absolutely anything in the world and she would happily comply.

“I love your piercings,” Azriel whispered into her ear, lips brushing over the only part that wasn’t pierced.

A shiver went down Y/N’s spine as she dug her fingertips into his shoulders. “I know you do, you go crazy for them all the time.”

The laugh that slipped from Azriel was low as he pulled away from Y/N a little to look her in the eye. In the low lighting of the shop, her jewellery glimmered. Even the bracelets and rings that decorated her hands seemed to glow. Y/N watched as Azriel pressed soft kisses on the inside of her wrist, never once breaking eye contact.

“My offer still stands,” Y/N said lowly. “I have pierced every member of the Inner Circle but you.”

There was a small flash of fear in Azriel’s eyes, he thought he disguised it but Y/N noticed it as she smirked. “You are afraid aren’t you? Elain was right when she said you were afraid.”

Azriel scoffed. “I’m not afraid of the piercing,” he looked uncertain and avoided eye contact as he finished his sentence. “I’m afraid of the needle.”

Y/N threw her head back as she laughed. Azriel pulled away from her and folded her arms across his chest. “It’s not funny.”

“Come on, it’s a little funny,” Y/N said, still giggling. “What would Rhys and Cassian say that their big tough shadowsinger is afraid of needles.”

“They wouldn’t let me live it down,” Azriel said, pulling her close so he could nip at the tip of her ear. “So don’t tell them.”

Y/N still continued to giggle. “Okay, I won’t!”

As her laughs subsided, she finally looked at Azriel. “Do you want a piercing?”

“I do,” Azriel admitted. “I have for a while. I just didn’t want to tell you I was afraid of needles.”

“Az, you can tell me anything,” Y/N said, squeezing his hands. “Of course if it's ridiculous I’m going to tease you a little, but you can tell me anything. You don’t need to hide from me.”

Azriel sighed. “I just didn’t want you to think any different of me.”

Y/N cupped his cheeks, thumbs gently brushing his cheekbones. “Of course I wouldn’t. Everyone has a fear, no matter how big or small. Although considering your line of work, I wouldn’t expect it to be needles.”

Azriel huffed but smiled soon after. “So will you pierce my ears?”

Y/N pecked his lips. “Of course, my love.”

***

Y/N stood in front of Azriel making sure the markers for where she would pierce his ears were even. His hands held onto her thighs. The needle hadn’t even been picked up yet Azriel was on edge.

“We don’t need to do this if you don’t want to, Az.” Y/N said softly. “If this is just you trying to prove yourself after Elain and I teased you—”

“It’s not,” Azriel said. “I want you to pierce my ears. I trust you.”

Y/N smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to kiss forehead. “I’m glad.”

As Y/N grabbed the needle the grip Azriel had on her thighs tightened. “Relax,” she whispered and his grip slackened the smallest amount.

Azriel closed his eyes as Y/N placed the needle against the point she marked. “Okay, three, two, one–” Y/N pushed the needle through and Azriel’s hands clamped down on her thighs as his eyes screwed shut.

Y/N threaded her fingers in his hair. “Are you okay, my love?”

Azriel hummed but didn’t open his eyes. Y/N pressed another kiss to his forehead before sliding the jewellery into the hole and pushed the backing onto it. “There’s one done. Are you sure you want to do the other? You don’t need to.”

Azriel nodded as he looked at her. His eyes were a little red and there were some unshed tears, most likely from the surprise, in his eyes. “I want you to do the other one.”

Y/N nodded and compiled. The second piercing was done just as quickly as the first but the grip Azriel had on Y/N didn’t slacken. “Az, are you okay?”

His gaze lifted to hers, the earrings glimmering in the light. “I’m okay. Can I see them?”

With one hand, Y/N grabbed the mirror and with the other she caressed his cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

Azriel beamed at the praise. Y/N stepped back the smallest amount and held the mirror in front of Azriel. His smile only grew wider once he admired the new piercings. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

The grin on Y/N’s face was wide as she placed the mirror down. She situated herself on his thigh. Azriel’s hands found their place around her waist. “I must say that you look irresistible, Az.”

“So I wasn’t irresistible before?” Azriel questioned, a teasing grin on his face.

“Of course you were,” Y/N said. “But now…now you are in for a long, hard night.”

Azriel smirked. “If I knew piercing my ears would gauge this reaction from you, I would have done it years ago.”

Y/N chuckled. “I didn’t know I would react this way but…I desperately need you in our bed right now.”

Azriel stood from the chair, taking Y/N with him. “Then let’s go.”

Just as Azriel was about to winnow away, Y/N jumped out of his arms. “Wait!”

She ran into her storage room and grabbed a few more things for Azriel, running back to where he was standing rather quickly.

“Hold out your hands,” Y/N said and Azriel complied.

Y/N slid a few rings onto his fingers. “You always say you love my rings, love how they feel on you. So tonight, I want to try something.”

The smirk on Azriel’s face was devilish as he admired the new decoration on his hands. From the look on his face, Y/N could tell he liked it.

“Maybe I should start wearing jewellery all the time if you react like this,” Azriel muttered, lifting her into his arms.

Y/N locked her legs around his hips. “I wouldn’t be one to complain.”

When their lips connected, Azriel winnowed them away.

#azriel fluff #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel #acotar x reader #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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speedforce-zoomies · 2 months

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I’ve seen a lot of posts about the Batfam wearing the others merch recently

So I would like to add for consideration- the ultimate act of acknowledgment from Tim is him adding a sticker of your hero identity on his skateboard (list based roughly in the order he would have met them)

Prior to becoming Robin his skateboard only had stickers of the Batman, Nightwing, Robin, & Batgirl symbols (either NW Dick + R Jason or both for Dick idk if he would but you can’t tell me Dick’s biggest fan wouldn’t have at least consider it lol)

Then he becomes Robin and he slowly starts adding on to it

Oracle & Huntress get stickers added on super quick after their introductions though at the time he might have needed to custom make Oracle’s- maybe Huntress’s as well?

Spoiler hit him in the face with a brick when they first meet so even though he forgave her pretty quick it still takes him a moment to make/add her sticker on. (How long do vigilantes need to be on the scene before people start making merch, do y’all think?)

Impluse gets added on pretty quickly after Tim meets him. Superboy gets added on a while after their meeting because the two annoyed the HECK out of each other when they first met and Tim’s petty like that.

Tim was a bit suspicious when he first met Cass but AS SOON AS he gets over it he’s adding on a sticker. Like immediately.

While he meet Secret before the rest of YJ I’m not sure those meetings would have led him to making a sticker for her but once she joins the team I think he would.

Wonder Girl, Arrowette, & Empress like Impluse, gets their stickers added on pretty soon on after he meets them.

He later makes a custom one for Slobo.

Ray gets one too but not as quickly as the others & both Ray & Slobo get one quicker than Superboy did, relatively. It makes Superboy fume a bit lol in a way he didn’t with the girls lol.

Every time Red Hood is close to get his sticker added he does something that pushes the time table back lol. Sometimes Jason tried adding his own sticker but the skateboard is never where he can find it when he tries.

He added one for Batwoman, BlueBird, & The Question (Reene) because he thinks they’re cool (+ without even realizing that he also felt a communal pull to do so)

It took a bit of time after the whole “I left Gotham in search of Bruce who was lost in the time-stream” thing for things with Damian to settle. Tim added his Robin randomly without any fanfare and Damian pretended he doesn’t care (but he does obnoxiously brag about it when annoyed by Jason to bother him in return)

Tim was MIA & considered dead when Duke became Signal (if I’m recalling correctly) but Dick tells him about The Skateboard and when Tim comes back Dukes already ready and hands him a Signal symbol sticker. Tim is amused and immediately puts it on. Jason is frustrated.

When he starts working with Sparrow he makes one for her.

Also every time Nightwing changes his suit, a new sticker gets added on which makes everyone complain and say they should get more than one sticker if they’ve had more than one suit/super identity.

Tim responds by adding more Nightwing stickers

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hey! I have another request if it’s not too much trouble. Can you do a Cassian x Azriel x reader fic plz? I wanna see if these two would have a competition to see which one of them is better when carrying the reader over their shoulder. I honestly think it’ll be hilarious.

Hi!! This was so much fun, it starts off funny and silly but I couldn't help it, it gets suggestive at the end lol. Thank you for the request, this was really enjoyable to write!💜

Rescue Me

Azriel x Reader x Cassian

Warnings: takes a suggestive turn at the end but nothing explicit

With an arched brow, you looked up from your book at the two Illyrian males standing before you, arms crossed over their chests, expectation in their eyes. You studied them for a minute before letting out a scoff. “No. Leave me out of your stupid male arguments.” Azriel rolled his eyes, Cassian stepping forward to carefully pluck the book from your hands.

“Hey! Don’t you dare lose my place in that book, Cassian,” you protested, furious that you couldn’t seem to make it to the end of that chapter without one of them interrupting you. Cassian gave you a mischievous grin. “I’ll give the book back to you with your place marker if you’ll just help us with this.”

After a pointed glare at each of them, you finally relaxed - sighing as you pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers, you gestured to Azriel. “What exactly do you pests need from me?” Az smirked, stepping forward as he clasped his hands behind his back. “Cassian thinks that he has better stamina than I do. In the event of an emergency, say where we need to rescue a damsel,” he paused to gesture at you, “we need to know who would be better suited to the task. For efficiency’s sake.”

You pressed your lips together, a deadpan expression on your face. “Mhm. Efficiency is crucial, indeed.” Taking in their eager expressions - Cassian practically bouncing on his heels as Azriel subtly tapped his foot - you finally relented. “Alright, fine. But what’s in it for me?” Cassian let out an excited whoop, throwing a fist in the air. Az merely studied your face, smiling faintly - the expression you’d come to know that meant he was reading you like a book.

Looking at Cassian, then you, Azriel jerked his chin to the hillside behind you. “We each carry you to the top of the hill, whoever runs up there the fastest wins. The loser has to... What do you want? Chocolate cake and a massage?” You smirked at that suggestion. Azriel truly knew you too well. You stood, shaking each of their hands. “It’s a deal, then.”

Cassian stretched his arms, taking deep breaths as he studied the hill ahead of him. “I’ll go first,” he asserted to Azriel, who merely nodded, the picture of casual confidence. “I’ll start the timer when you’re ready, then, brother.” You bit back your laugh as you watched the two males’ competitive sides come out, shaking your head as Cassian led you to the starting line.

Stepping into a lunging position in front of you, Cassian yelled to Azriel, “start the timer, now!” With no warning, Cassian threw you over his shoulder and began bounding up the hill. You were bouncing, struggling to find a comfortable hold as he gripped you like a sack of flour. “For Cauldron’s sake, Cass! Could you make this any more uncomfortable for me?”

He huffed out a laugh. “It doesn’t have to be comfortable, sweetheart. I just have to get there fast.” You rolled your eyes, turning back to face the bottom of the hill. “I pity your sexual partners if that’s your philosophy.” Cassian playfully smacked your ass at the comment. “Hey!” you shouted, swatting his back as you laughed at him, just as he grabbed the flag at the top of the hill, signaling his finish. “For the record, that is not my style when it comes to my lovers,” Cass murmured in your ear, keeping a hand on the small of your back as the two of you marched your way back towards Azriel at the starting line.

In an attempt to hide your blush at his comment, you turned to Azriel. “You ready, Shadowsinger?” Az stepped forward to the starting line. “Of course, angel. This will be over before you know it. Start the timer, Cass.” The moment Cass pressed the watch, Azriel picked you up bridal style, his warm muscular arms holding you close as shadows swirled around you. You blinked back your dizziness to see that you had arrived at the top of the hill, Azriel still holding you as he grabbed the flag and turned to wave at Cassian with a smirk.

“That’s not fair!” Cassian yelled from below, just before Az brought you back to the start. Rolling your eyes, you ignored their bickering as you made your way inside the house, plopping down on the sofa. You needed the rest from being thrown around like a duffle bag. Cassian and Azriel were close behind you, Cassian sitting on the ottoman where you had propped your feet while Azriel leaned over the back of the sofa.

“I clearly won, Cass. The competition was who would be more efficient at getting our dear damsel out of distress. You never said I couldn’t use my shadows.” Cassian looked to you, outrage on his face as he sought your assistance in their argument. You thought for a moment, smiling as an idea came to you. “Well, Azriel is correct that you didn’t specify no use of shadows. But Azriel, you did say that the goal was to run up the hill the fastest. You didn’t run... But you did beat Cassian’s time...”

Azriel leaned over the edge of the couch, his face close to yours as he arched a questioning brow. “So what does that mean, angel?” A devious grin on your face, you looked between the two males. “I believe you both lose.” Azriel chuckled darkly, as though that was the answer he expected you to say.

“Mm, so that would mean we both owe you a massage, then,” he murmured, his eyes on Cassian as scarred hands moved to your shoulders, rubbing your tense muscles. You let out a contented sigh, leaning back against the couch as Azriel’s lips came dangerously close to your neck. Cassian took hold of your boots, slipping them off as he began massaging your legs, and you practically melted into the cushions.

Azriel’s soft breath tickled your neck as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice. “This is what you wanted the entire time, wasn’t it, angel? Both of us touching you?” You swallowed, breathing becoming shallow as you wondered what you had gotten yourself into.

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wondersinwaynemanor · 1 month

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we all know that the Wayne kids are each other's best friends. but with Steph, each one of them partners with her for specific reasons.

with Dick, it's mostly about beauty, skincare and hair. they tell each other which make up brand is better, which eyeshadow color and eyeliner technique matches the other's eyes, which face mask gives the best nutrients on their faces, which hair mask suits their hair color. they even do each other's make up and nails when they're both free. Dick asks her if they are any new skincare products that are released from this brand that they both like. Dick keeps thanking Steph for that perfume she suggested that Wally loves on him.

with Jason, it's about food. Steph isn't much of a chef herself, let's leave that all to Jason, but she's the person he usually asks to try when he tries a new recipe. maybe it's because they're usually the ones who eats after patrol together while the rest of the family choose to rest and go home. or it's because it's Steph who usually suggests to the family about the snacks they're going to have during movie nights. or the restaurant they should try for the weekend. they sit on the rooftops while eating Big Belly Burgers as they talk about the food that's famous in Italy or Greece.

with Tim, it's about boybands and concerts. i mean, Tim has crushes on boybands and Steph is the same, so they're the perfect combination. Tim goes to her to fangirl about a new boyband song and they argue which member is the best singer or the hottest, if you ask Tim. Tim, being a nepo baby, gets VIP tickets and it's Steph who he invites to when attending concerts. they wear neon colors and have posters, and lose their voices by the end of each concert.

with Duke, it's about bike rides. yes, the rest of the family knows motorcycle rides, but Duke has created a special bond with Steph with it. it all started during morning patrol, The Signal passed by Steph's university and she knew, he needed help. so she hurriedly used this Halloween mask to conceal her face and use one of her professor's bikes just to help Duke. of course she gave the bike back and parked it exactly where her professor did. they sometimes travel outside of Gotham with just their bikes, either as vigilantes or as civilians.

with Damian, it's the games. Steph loves playing around the family like setting up traps and poking at them with the water and paint guns. Damian finds this very intriguing, so he goes to her when he wants to plot something for each family member. they also go to the carnivals together. Steph is more than willing to be competitive with Damian when it comes to carnival games. or even just a game of Scrabble and Chess.

and with Cass, well, Steph partners with Cass in everything. they're together.

we already know this.

#steph centric one #batfamily #batkids #batfamily headcanons #stephanie brown #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephcass #batman #batfamily prompt #dc comics #yel chronicles

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hellodarling1357 · 7 months

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 1

Summary: You and the inner circle enjoy a night out at Rita's; after numerous drinks, a small fight, and a flight around Velaris, some drunken confessions are made. But are they true?

Warnings: drinking, swearing, violence, bit of misogyny/grabby male

After a hectic few weeks, you and the inner circle had planned to take the night off by grabbing a bite together before making your way to Rita’s. However, as the clock clicked closer to dinner and your final meeting of the day was no where near over, you knew you’d be running a lot later than expected. With a sigh, you sent out a message to Rhys, telling him of your hold up and to go ahead with the night, you’d meet them all when you could.

Three gruelling hours later, you finally managed to get yourself to the House of Wind with the full intention of calling it a night, plans with your friends be damned; the thought of a hot bath and your cozy bed already lulling you into a sleepy state.

Those plans were quickly taken away by the sight of a note stuck to your bedroom door in Mor’s elegant handwriting:

You better not be thinking about ditching us tonight. If you’re not at Rita’s by midnight, I will come back here and drag you there myself.

Love you!

See you soon xx

- Mor

With a sigh you peeled the note off the door and entered your room, placing it on the small table beside your bed before collapsing onto the mattress. You wanted nothing more that to stay there and wrap yourself up in the fluffy blanket Cassian had gifted you last winter solstice. But you knew Mor would be true to her word, and after a few drinks she would be even more determined to get you out.

You squeezed your eyes shut before heaving yourself up with another sigh, making your way to your bathroom to freshen up for what was sure to be a long night.

*****

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself outside of Rita’s, the place already packed with dancing fae. You weaved your way through the crowd, heading for your usual booth in the hopes of finding your friends but the only evidence that they had been there was the clutter of empty glasses spread across the table. You turned to the dance floor, hoping to spot at least one familiar face through the throng of people.

Luckily, you didn’t have to look long before spotting Cassian towering over the groups of revellers. Judging by the sporadic way he was dancing, you were certain he had consumer a large portion of the empty glasses that sat behind you. Before you could take a step towards them, Cassian’s eyes met yours and he broke into a huge grin as he called out your name. Your suspicions of his intoxicated state were confirmed as he bounded over to you, completely unaware of the poor fae he accidentally pushed aside.

“Y/N! You’re finally here. What took you so long?” he exclaimed before pulling you into a tight hug and spinning you around. You couldn’t help but grin back at him as some of your earlier tensions ebbed away as you were enveloped in his comforting scent, slightly tainted by the strong presence of alcohol.

“We need to get some drinks into you” Was all he said before grabbing your arm and marching you towards the bar. He managed to quickly grab the bar tender’s attention, “Cass—” You started as the shots were poured but Cassian just passed you one, mischief dancing in his eyes, before downing the other and signalling for another round.

You grimaced at the burning sensation in your throat, causing Cassian to let out a deep laugh before placing another in your hand. You raised your eyebrows, but he just grinned in response, clinking his second shot with your own before subsequently downing it. You followed suit, placing the now empty glass on the counter and pulling Cassian’s attention back to you before he could order any more drinks. “Let’s go dance!” You shouted over the music and raised voices. He gave you a look and opened his mouth, clearly about to dispute not getting you another drink, so you grabbed his hand and started towards the dance floor in search of the rest of your group.

Mor’s excited squeal resonated above the crowd as she pulled you into a tight hug. “You’re here!” she exclaimed, dragging you towards where Azriel, Rhys, Feyre, and Amren were dancing, Cassian following closely behind.

It didn’t take long for a high fae male to come up and start dancing behind you. Giving Mor a pointed look, she grabbed your hands and started dancing obnoxiously with you, offering an excuse to ignore and step away from the intruding male. He didn’t seem to take the hint as he stepped closer, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him.

“Let me get you a drink!” He shouted into you ear, you shook your head and went to turn away, but hands grasped at your hips, and he pulled you closer. “Come on, dance with me. I’ve been watching you all night, I reckon we can have some fun together.” The suggestive smirk he gave you had you recoiling, “No, I’m fine. Thanks” You tried to make your voice as flat as possible, making another shot at escape but still those hands were on you. “I said no—” but before you could get another word out, the male was pulled away by a furious Cassian, Azriel close behind him with his mouth pressed together and fists clenched at his side.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? She’s clearly not interested,” The male just sneered up at him, a very brave thing to do considering the vast difference in both size and strength, “Well? Get out of here.”

The smug look on the male’s intoxicated face had you tensing, “I think, we can let the lady decide for herself.” He raised an arm and draped it around your waist, pulling you into his side. Your look of disgust as your shrugged away from him was enough for Cassian as he hauled the male further from you, the punch to his face sending him back a few steps. With worry etched across his features, Cassian turned back around just as the male lunged forward with an attempted punch that was quickly intercepted by Azriel. “That’s enough” He snarled before pushing the male away through the crowd and towards the exit.

Cassian approached you again, the scowl on his face and the way he tracked Azriel and the male told you he was longing for a reason to follow them out. Once they were out of sight, Cassian’s hazel eyes lowered to you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.

“I’m fine Cass, really,” You tried giving him a reassuring grin but could tell he wasn’t convinced. “Stop brooding, you got your punch in and now he’s gone. This was meant to be a night off so we could all relax, not start fights. I’m getting another drink, are you coming or not?”

Not waiting for his reply, you made your way towards the bar, ordering a drink for you and Cassian and then headed to the table where Rhys and Feyre were sitting.

“Where are the others?” You asked, scotting across the booth seat to make room for Cassian, who still looked troubled. “Amren left as soon as she deemed it socially acceptable, I’m surprised we got her here in the first place. Az said he was going to head as well; I think he wanted to make sure that prick didn’t sneak back in.” Rhys said, brows furrowing at the thought. “And Mor?” You looked around for your other friend as Feyre laughed, gesturing to the dance floor where you could see her wildly dancing – how she still had the energy, you had no idea.

*****

You chatted for a bit longer as you finished your drinks, finally deciding it was time to call it a night. Rhys and Feyre bid you both goodbye as they headed back to the River House.

“Ready to go?” You grimaced as you looked up towards your home. It was cold enough just standing in Velaris so you were dreading the freezing flight back to the House of Wind. Cassian just laughed at you, before scooping you up.

You honestly hated flying at the best of times and knowing how much Cassian had drunk during the night had a bundle of nerves settling in your stomach.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to drop you” Cassian’s breath brushed against your ear as he grinned but before you could respond he had lurched into the air, causing you to let out a shriek as you grasped tightly onto him.

Purely to annoy you, Cassian unnecessarily flew around the city, suddenly swooping down or flying upwards as he gradually made his way home. Your shouts of indignation only spurred him on, laughing harder as you clung to him.

When he finally reached the balcony and placed you down, you shot him an incredulous look before walking inside and beelining it to the fireplace.

“You do that every time!” Looking over your shoulder, you watched as Cassian plonked into one of the plush armchairs. “And have I ever dropped you?” “No. No, you haven’t but you’re drunk so—” Cassian interrupted you with a groan as he lent back, placing his hands over his face. “Okay? And? If we’re just stating facts, I’m also hopelessly in love with you, what of it?”

You were about to argue back, not that it was a real argument, every time you flew with Cassian he gave you something to complain about because the back and forth that followed was always so fun. But his words caught up to you and stopped you in your tracks.

“You’re in…Wait, what?” You whipped around to face him, not expecting to find the sheepish and guilt-ridden expression on your friend’s face as he stared up at you with wide eyes. "Don't tell sober me that I told you that. It was meant to be a secret." You just gaped at him, struggling to find the right words to say. “Cass… you’re drunk.” “You’ve already said that.”

You cursed the small part of yourself that jumped at his words, the small hope you had been clinging to for years. But, as you said, he was drunk and Cassian was an affectionate person at the best of times so surely he didn’t actually mean any of it, right?

Letting out a soft sigh and squashing down the disappointment that reared its ugly head, you looked back at Cassian shaking your head.

“You’re really going to regret drinking so much in the morning if you’re saying things like that, Cass. Come on, don’t you have to be up in a couple of hours anyway for training? Let’s get you to bed.”

You helped pull him out of the chair, directing him down the hallway and towards his room. Before you could usher him inside, Cassian turned to you with a look of contemplation.

“It is true though. I do love you. You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? How could I not fall in love with you after being around you for so long?” A part of you ached at his words, still not daring to believe they held any truth, but as he lent down to place a soft kiss to your cheek, offering you the most sincere smile you’d ever seen before saying goodnight, you let a small part of yourself hope.

*****

You awoke the next morning to the sun streaming in through the window, cursing yourself for forgetting to shut the blinds the night before.

Throwing on a dressing gown, you trudged out of your room towards the kitchen in hopes of making yourself a cup of tea. Judging by the overall quietness of the house and the lack of clutter from a rushed pre-training breakfast, you knew Cassian and Azriel were likely still fast asleep.

You made your way towards one of the smaller sitting rooms, tea in one hand and your latest read in the other, opting for one of the armchairs closest to the fireplace with a view of the sprawling city below.

You tried not to let yourself think about last night, about what Cassian has said in his drunken state, but his words kept bouncing around your head.

So deep in thought, you had completely lost track of time and of your surroundings but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you made you jump.

You turned around and found Cassian leaning against the doorframe, the dark circles under his eyes and his slight blinking as he came into the bright room was a telltale sign that he had seen better days.

You watched him, not quite sure what to say, or if you should even mention what he had said.

“Y/N,” Cassian’s voice was still heavy with sleep, and you tried desperately to not let it distract you as you sat up a bit straighter, waiting for him to continue. “About last night, can we talk?”

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x y/n #cassian x you #cassian imagine #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #Marley writes

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ryoalouette · 6 months

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Machi's #14 DCxDP idea

Since Danny wears a black hazmat suit his codename in DC could be Black Robin. A bird from New Zealand.

Besides, it's funny to have Robin, Red Robin and Black Robin. Steph would probably try to change her code name to Purple Robin only to mess with them.

Me: Dick would prolly try to change his name into Blue Robin X"D Also... Kinda indignant maybe? (Or maybe that's just Robin, idk.) Coz Blue Ranger usually isn't the leader in those Power Ranger franchises.

Also me: Wait. Would that mean that Red Hood should change his name into Anti-Robin?? Cass being miffed that Black Robin is already taken (coz Black Bat >>> Black Robin >>> already used)? Signal being Yellow Robin X"D?

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #Machi's idea #power ranger stereotyping #actually how come that it's Very Rare for them supersentai ish genre have other color aside from red/pink as the leader?

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evasive-anon · 6 months

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Batfam as Pokemon Trainers

Batman is a dark type trainer generally, but I also really think his team would be made up of pokemon that represent other members of the batfam. His partner would be Corviknight because it suits his aesthetic and its a flying pokemon so it kind reps Dick. He would also 1000% have a male Indeedee named Alfred.

Dick is flying type trainer, this is honestly so self explanatory. He has a Talonflame, Dartix, Staraptor, Honchcrow, Togekiss, and a Sylveon named Haley that he intended to keep an Eevee but it evolved from friendship. EDIT: It's a shiny umbreon it evolved from friendship at night and its colors match Nightwing's. (Thanks, @vythika96.)

Babs uses ghost/electric because the writers tried to fridge her and she's great with tech. Her partner Pokemon is a Rotom named Francis.

Jason is fire/fighting, this is another one that seems obvious to me. He has Blaziken cause it starts its evolution a cute bird and then it grew into a fighter. He also has an Alolan Marowak because he needs at least one ghost pokemon after dying and Marowaks have enough Mommy issues to match him. Pangoro I also think would suit him, they are prone to violence but hate bullies and they look so rowdy. Also think Arcanine, Toxicroak, and Emboar would work for him.

Tim is psychic trainer. I told myself no legendaries but I honestly think Tim would an Unonwn that just chills with him, constantly hovering at the edge on his vision while he works. It's benevolent and likes him its just shy, but it drives Tim absolutely insane. His partner is an Espurr.

Stephanie doesn't stick to one type she just collects purple Pokemon. She has a ditto, a shiny sloking, a golbat, a stunky or skuntank named Jason, and an espeon she co-parents with Cass. Her favorite move in battle is confusion.

Cass is fighting/dark. HER PARTNER IS LUCARIO. Lucario can predict opponents moves by reading their auras and that is just so like her. Cass and a Lucario would be best friends. They would spar together and just get each other so much. She'd also be an absolute tiger mom trainer to all her pokemon.

Damian, like Steph, has a non-traditional team. He has the pokemon equivalent of his pets. (Noivern as Goliath. Miltank as Batcow. Houndoom as Titus. Meowscarada or Persian as Alfred the Cat.)

Duke is electric. I will straight up admit this is just to match the yellow/black aesthetic he has as Signal. I'm thinking Jolteon, luxray, morpeko, manectric, toxtricity, and killowattrel.

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 1: Introductions

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Warnings: none

Series: Finished

Author’s note: hi!! First chapter kinda nervoussss ;)! this idea came to me when i was quite literally taking a shower and i just went “yk what? i can develop that into something cool” so i took the challenge! Hope you enjoy!!

Taglist: @lorosette

(to be included in taglist, just ask and it will be done!)

Series Masterlist:

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- written part between pictures-

-this is Y/n L/n

-she is an architect

-roommates with her best friend Nola Yang

-likes to read and travel

-she’s latina, born on PR and raised in Gotham

-uses twitter way too much

-self made woman, managed to make a wealthy living bc. of her job <3

-Nola Yang

- Photograher, model and editor

-well known

-Euroasian

- Yn and her have gone viral on tik tok a few times because of their adventures

-Gothamite

-believes Batman is a myth and will say it to his face

-coffee addict

——————now for the story——————————

Originally this as supposed to be an EASY mission

Some unusual activity had been seen on the east side of Gotham in the fields, so naturally they’d go

This time, it had been Steph and Damian assigned to go while the others kept patrol

Barbara on the comns

All the areas had been divided

then, Barbara got the emergency signal that something had gone wrong

and we’ll it all went down hill from there

Tim and Dick got there first

Then Bruce and Cass

Finally, Duke and Jason arrived

They had no fkn clue who they were fighting, but they were fighting alright.

The people didn’t seem to be on offense, on the other hand, they were just either avoiding their strikes or blocking them

It didn’t make sense why they were fighting them or why Damian sounded the emergency line

The people had light blue skin and dark grey cloaks, they had dark blue lines on their arms and purple eyes.

It wasn’t until one of them got to touch Jason that all went black.

Images were displayed as if they were distant memories

Two girls giggling in a living room could be seen, one Eurasian girl and the other, a y/h/c, a latina.

One was seated on a couch eating ice cream while the other presented what it looks like to be a power point on why Dracula from Hotel Transylvania is actually a dilf. (Nola: blue| Yn: Pink)

“Ok ok, take me seriously”

“I CANT” she said wheezing and almost out of breathe with laughter

“I SWEAR I HAVE A POINT!”

- suddenly the memory changes-

the focus is not on the latina girl, she is walking down the street talking on the phone:

“Si mami lo sé, siiiii i know i know, i did iron my clothes for the meeting, and yes my hair is fine and yes you can tell abuelita that I did put some light makeup on for it, ‘sta bn mama, te amo! Adiós, bendición”

She was dressed in some business casual clothes that really suited her as she finished her call and got into a building

it changes once again, to the same girl with the other one from the first memory waking down the a busy street, this one not being in gotham

“Paris, what a beautiful city!”

“Ik! Capitalism really popped off today with this funded trip from Gotham U! You think Bruce Wayne was behind this?”

“probably, after all, we both are the Wayne Enterprise scholarship winners and as long as we don’t have to pay, I’m good!”

“Amen to that!”

the memory changes to a final one

they are found in a Wayne Charity gala

Both girls are dressed up to the max, the Eurasian girl with a red dress while the Latina girl with a black one.

Both are in a corner with flash cards in their hands

“Feeling nervous?”

“As nervous as I can be seeing as we have to present in front of a bunch of rich old people”

“It’s a requirement from the scholarship, we have to thank Bruce Wayne for his generosity 🙄”

“I just thought it would be easier but now i’m feeling kinda sick”

“it’ll be alright, we’ll go to batburger after and marathon GOT once we are done”

“You know that because of this we HAVE to be of attendance to these things at least once a year to showcase how wELL tHe WayNe sChOlArs dO”

“fuck😀”

both girls burst out laughing and keep the conversation going

images of the y/h/c girl pass quickly, of trips, childhood pictures, random pictures until it all fades to black

when their eyesight finally focuses, all of the batfam members are found on the floor sitting down with the weird people staring at them

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” screamed Damian, furious that they got the upper hand

He is the only one to sharpen his senses the fastest aside from Bruce

the rest were slightly in a daze and when everyone finally cleared up, they were able to notice that the strange people were pointing at Jason

They tensed up

“Relax friends. We come with news and no harm” said they but that didn’t ease their worry

“The girl-“ their attention was caught seeing as they were all wondering who she was

“she is important to him”

Now Jason was confused, he didn’t fkn know this girl

“You know her, Hood?” asked Bruce

“No”

with that, their confusion worsened and their defenses rose

“she’s not a person of his now, if not a person of tomorrow. She will be the light to his darkness, the ying to his yang, the one to soothe your mind, Jason Todd”

aaaaand they were on high alert again

WHO. THE FUCK. WHERE. THEY!?!?

“she is the soul that had been paired with yours, your match. This meeting had been predestined long ago to happen. Search for her, and everything you’re looking for will be found”

“Let me get this straight!” Tim interrupted “the girl, is HIS soulmate?”

The people nodded in agreement (which was weird bc they were strangely coordinated)

“she will bring much joy, to not only him, but to all of you as well, she is important” one spoke and with those words they all banished

“Ok, raise your hand if you are confused as fuck” said Steph and everyone except Bruce and Jason raised their hands

“We quite literally just met his soulmate! How do you feel Jase?” asked Dick

Jason was in shock

He had a soulmate?

Seeing as Jason had not answered, Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezed it in a reassuring way as instructed that patrol had been done for the night.

Once in the cave, everyone had showered and changed yet no one wanted to sleep. They were all curious so the set to find who this mystery girl was.

With a house full of detectives with access to anything in the internet (and the Wayne archives) they were able to find her in less that an hour

True enough she was a Wayne Scholar and has been going to the galas for years now with her friend

How did they not noticed?

Were they too involved in their own complaining and planning of getting out that they never got to see her

It was easy to find her socials, and even if it was a little stakish, they all followed her

Now the questing of when and how they’ll actually meet her began

Luckily Alfred came downstairs to remind them thy it was enough and they should eat something and go to sleep, when he provided an answer

the spring gala was coming up, and she was e invited.

so for now, they would just see how she was through her socials.

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haroldhighballjordan · 1 year

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The Batfamily and Water Apparatuses

It’s time for another random, nonsensical DC post. Here are my indisputable headcanons regarding the batfamily’s preferred method of hydration while on patrol.

Bruce: Does not drink water. Much to Alfred’s absolute horror, this man goes out on patrol with no water whatsoever. And then he gets back to the Batcave and drinks, like, a single glass of it before passing out.

Barbara: Definitely has something sleek and practical that can attach easily to her utility belt. Like those disposable travel water pouches that hikers use, so she can lighten her load every time she finishes one. Also makes it easy for her to be that Mom Friend TM and share, since she can just rip one off and hand it to someone when they need it. Looking at you, Brucie boy.

Dick: Goes on patrol with the most impractical sports bottle. You know, the ones with the straws? And I’m not talking about the flippy straws that don’t spill when you tip them over, I’m talking about those long plastic straws with the caps on them. This one, to be specific:

It’s extremely obnoxious and everyone gets super annoyed with him because he constantly forgets it on random rooftops while on patrol and insists they have to go back and find it.

Jason: He has been using the same plastic Ice Mountain water bottle for the past several years. Like, he is literally refilling a crumpled plastic water bottle with the hoses on the back of peoples houses and it horrifies absolutely everyone. One night Babs was like, “Jason, please just let me buy you a water bottle,” and he was like 🤨 “I have a water bottle?”

Cass: Shares from Jason’s plastic water bottle. Shares from everyone’s water bottles, in fact. I promise I’m not trying to be lazy with this one; I genuinely think she does this. And if whoever is on patrol with her for some reason forgets their water bottle, she takes it as a personal offense, because they forget their water bottle. Now she’s going to dehydrate, and it’s all your fault.

Tim: The only one smart enough to have something along the lines of a CamelBak hydration bladder built into his suit. However, it’s almost never filled with water and contains something completely counterproductive. Like, it’s probably filled with Hawaiian punch, or something equally as stupid.

Duke: Similar to Barbara in terms of practicality, he has, like, small sports bottles that attach to his belt. The ones that marathon runners use. However, he also forgets to fill them up and clip them to his belt half the time he goes out on patrol. It’s okay though, because he works the day shift. And the small businesses in Gotham are very used to preparing water for The Signal in case he stops by to rehydrate. He’s made good friends with his most popular stops.

Steph: Similar to Dick in obnoxious absurdity, but even less practical. She literally goes on patrol with a purple glitter Starbucks collectible cup. This one, to be specific:

Also leaves it everywhere, but gets it returned to her by random civilians because it has “SPOILER” bedazzled on the front.

Damian: Like Father, like Son - does not bring water on patrol. Years of training under the League of Assassins, Heir to the Demon’s Head, Damian Wayne al Ghul is more than capable of surviving extended periods of time with minimal hydration. His body is in peak survivalist condition and he will not be weighed down by unnecessary items such as water-bottles… (he shares with Dick when no one’s looking).

#batfam #batfamily #Bruce Wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #Stephanie brown #Duke Thomas #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake

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jhirowolf · 1 year

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So i am thinking about what i'd do if i could make a future Batfam AU after Bruce dies/retires. And I think my main focus would be Tim and Damian.

Firstly, Dick is still Nightwing, now the leader of JL whitch integrated Titans. Jason is Red Hood and leads a Red Hood gang in Gotham, leading it with his own rules that limit and control most of Gothams crime (not that it stops it because the city is cursed on multiple levels). Steph is either Spoiler or Batgirl, both work well for her as aliases, she works as a vigilante. Kate retired with her girlfriend and Selina is taking care of little Helena Wayne. Alfred has sadly died to Bane. Harper and Duke work as Blue Bird and Signal, the daytime heroes of Gotham (they're friends, not a couple dw). Jace Fox is the Batman for Justice League.

Now Tim, he's Gothams Batman, the detective of the city, he's grouped up with Cass, the new Batwoman and the muscle of the duo. Carrey Kelly is their Robin. They deal with the classic street level Gotham crime, they usualy team up with Steph and deal with Jasons bs.

Damian is a member of Justice Leauge Dark, focusing dark magic, ocultism and satanism. He is also Batman, with a more mystic look (black suit, green accents). His Robin is Jarro who decided to join his brother after Bruce died.

And if he still existed I'd have Lance be Red X and kinda like a Robin Hood-lile figure. Terry is still living a calm life before he stumbled into the Batfam buisness.

If i forgot somebody, please tell me and i'll give info on what i'd do with them in the AU.

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marshmellowrio · 2 months

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Flight of the Night | Chapter 7

Word count: 0.8K

A/N: A little chapter, in between assignments.

The following evening Cassian relays all that happened with Feyre and the Weaver to me as I get ready to go out.

We’re dragging Rhys along to finally loosen up a little bit, I fasten the buttons on my satin shirt. “And you’re going to the Mortal Realm tomorrow?”

Cassian nods from his place at my desk, eyeing the pieces of jewellery strewn across it. “Remind me why I’m coming and you’re not?”

“Rhys is asking Mor.” I roll my eyes, “Not that she’ll want to go, but he’ll try.”

Cassian twirls around in the chair with one of the rings in his hands, fiddling with it. “I know, but why am I coming? You’re better with words out of the two of us.”

My eyes glitter in amusement as I give him a grin. “He’ll want the extra protection.”

He looks unimpressed as he says, “That’s not a reason to leave you here, we’re equal in power.”

Now it’s my turn to look unimpressed, I gesture towards one of his Siphons with my head and make my way to where he’s sitting.

“Oh come on, you’re just as much a warrior as I am.”

I laugh softly and pick up my rings, gliding them over the correct fingers, “We’ll see what Mor says.”

❧ ⸻ ☙

Just as I thought, Mor was not in the mood to join the others in the Mortal Realm, no matter how much Rhys pestered her about it.

We had taken up a booth, the five of us, at Rita’s. Cassian and Azriel are well into their drinking binge, I watch as Cassian loses the card game again and Azriel grins. I smile softly, rolling my eyes when Cass groans from beside me and downs his drink in defeat.

“Why don’t you take Lyssa instead?” I tune into Mor and Rhys’s conversation when she drops my name.

Looking to the end of the booth, both of them are looking at me. I hadn’t realised they were still bickering about tomorrow. “What?”

“Three Illyrians might be pushing it for the humans.” Rhys reasons with her.

Mor sighs, “I think it would be good for them to see another female.”

While Rhys thinks it over I turn my attention back to the two Illyrians, right as Azriel slaps his hand flat on the table. My eyes widen and my brows furrow, immediately scanning the environment for a potential threat. Only when I hear Cassian’s boisterous laugh do I realise Az lost this round. I shake my head at the two of them.

“Lyss, you’re going with us tomorrow.” Rhys orders and I nod to him, showing I’ve heard his statement.

Cassian falls on me, throwing his arms around my body. “I told you!”

“Okay, now that that’s settled. Let’s get you drunk.” Mor says to Rhys, her hand shooting up to signal the waiter.

A couple of hours and many drinks later, I’m on the dancefloor with Mor and Cass, while Az and Rhys keep drinking in the booth, watching us.

Mor’s red dress, matching my shirt, twirls around her as she herself twirls all over the dancefloor. Cassian struggling to catch up to her, his intoxication becoming clearer as he trips over his feet.

I saunter over to the booth, my eyes hooded as I grin at the two males before me. Azriel starts shaking his head, before I reach them, but he’s too late to shuffle back into the booth as I grab his wrists, pulling.

The soft whine that leaves his lips has me throwing my head back in a laugh, but I push on, pulling him successfully from the booth and over to the dancefloor. Rhys follows suit, going over to Cassian and Mor, who drag him along instantly.

Once he’s on the dancefloor, surrounded by other fae, it doesn’t take long for Azriel to start moving to the beat. The liquor in his system quickly taking over his senses and I move along with him, enjoying his company.

My arms raise and my body moves on it’s own, letting the music take over. The dimmed lights filtering through my closed eyelids, a hand slides over my abdomen and they fly open again.

I recognise Azriel’s overwhelming scent as he pulls me back flush against his body, resting his chin on my shoulder and I close my eyes again. Dancing on. My body singing.

We break apart forcefully as an out of breath Mor crashes into us, followed by Cassian and Rhys.

“I need a drink,” Mor says as the three of them lead us back to the booth and we spend the rest of the night, talking and drinking amongst ourselves, often taking a break with a little dance.

A/N: I've finally finished ACOSF! I need more! But anyway, I've decided to not follow the books exactly, the storyline will be the same, but I won't be including all of the chapter in this story. Only the ones of importance to Lyssa's character or to the story will be included. Until I start branching off to tell Lyssa's story. Which will probably take place after ACOSF - that is if I don't change my mind once I've read AHOFAS.

This is what I had in mind for Lyssa's outfit for this chapter (but you are of course free to imagine anything) Let me know if you want me to continue adding these!:

Taglist: @inloveallthetime @mybestfriendmademe @blackgirlmagicforever @dreammoutlouddd

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