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The Lovebirds return! Corvid has a brand new design but she still taunts Robin, because it’s funny.

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Please do a fic where the reader has old scars and burn marks on their body, and Damian sees them when the reader stays over for the first time and hes just shocked, do this and my life will be yours

“I will always love you, scars and all”

[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 1.7k]

[Warnings: Mentions of scars and past trauma, maybe occ?]

[Fic Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort]

[Notes: You didn't say if you wanted this to be romantic or platonic, but I decided to make it romantic for story purposes. I hope you enjoy this though! Your life is mine now >:)]

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It was early in their relationship, they’d been together for a few months and Damian had finally convinced his father to let them stay over for a night, so he invited them over when they were together yesterday, and since this would be the first time they’d be staying at the Wayne Manor for a full night, he was a little more than nervous and wanted the night to go smoothly, not that he’d ever admit to being anxious.

Damian was waiting anxiously in the front foyer, waiting for that familiar knock, pacing back and forth so much that he might as well be making a trench in the floorboards. He was going over everything in his mind, his family would be out on patrol, which meant it would just be them, and Alfred of course, but it’s still the afternoon, so his brothers are still in the house, much to his annoyance as he’s already told Jason to leave him alone with his relentless taunts, and Dick won’t stop checking on him despite the amount of times he’s said he was fine.

And speak of the devil…

“I am fine, Grayson!” Once again, he had to repeat himself when he saw his older brother peek around the corner to check on the youngest Wayne, and he was going to snap at Dick for it if it weren’t for the knock on the door.

Damian froze up before he straightened up, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and quickly ran a hand through his ebony hair to fix any out of place strands, a subconscious action. He turned around to face the door, opening it to meet their face which made his heart stutter for a second. “Hello beloved, come in.”

He moved to let them inside but tensed up as they quickly wrapped their arms around him, hugging him, he wasn’t expecting it, it made his brain short circuit for a moment as they released him, walking inside the manor, while he was left blinking and trying to reboot his brain.

“Oh, hey Dick!” They wave at Damian’s brother who was now leaning against a doorway with his own grin as Damian shut the front door.

“Hey Y/N, hope you two have a good time.” Dick grins, looking at Damian with a wiggle of his eyebrows, clearly teasing his little brother, much to his annoyance.

Damian scowls at his brother as he ushers them away from the foyer. “Yes, thank you, Grayson, we will be fine.” His tone was completely sarcastic and annoyed as he pulled them towards the stairs. “I set up my room so we can watch some shows and movies without my family interrupting us any further with their taunting remarks.”

He was so glad he had stocked his room with snacks and drinks before they arrived. Now they can have a nice evening together, holding their hand as they walk upstairs to his room. He opens the door to his room, letting them inside before shutting the door, grumbling under his breath as he heard his brothers snickering downstairs before he fully shut the door.

“Your room is nice,” They hum, looking around his room, admiring the darker themes of his room mixing with the artistic side of Damian. “Very dark academia vibes, it’s cozy.”

“I don’t understand what that means, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” Damian sighs, he was just glad to be away from prying eyes as they can finally settle down for a peaceful afternoon and night together. “Here, you can pick the first movie.”

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They found themselves curled up together in his bed for a few hours, watching a random movie on the TV, cuddled against each other as the sun was setting outside, the sunset light blocked by the heavy curtains of the window, leaving Damian’s room in a comfortable atmosphere as they were basking in combined warmth.

They were nestled against Damian, shifting slightly before looking up at him from his chest. “It’s getting a bit hot with the covers on…” They had grown a bit too warm under the covers, and they weren’t quite fond of overheating while cuddling.

“We can remove the blankets if you’d like.” Damian suggests as he wants them to be comfortable, it wouldn’t be much of an inconvenience to change the sheets either, he has spares he uses during warmer months in his closet.

“That’d be nice,” They smile as they shuffle off his bed, letting him get up as well. “I’m gonna change into a tank top though, it’s still warm with this shirt on…” They chuckle sheepishly as he looks down at their shirt, which is definitely made of a thicker fabric.

“You may borrow one of mine.” Damian walked over to his dresser, grabbing one of his black tank tops from it before handing it to them, which they smiled and thanked him, his hand lingering on theirs as they took the shirt from his hand.

“I’ll change the sheets, you may use my bathroom to change.” He reluctantly pulled his hand away from theirs, already missing that warmth, but he watched the bathroom door shut, his heart skipping a beat as he came to terms with the idea of them wearing his clothing.

He spent the time while they were changing to pull the lighter blankets and sheets from his closet, setting the down on his nightstand, before pulling the heavy blankets and sheets off his bed, neatly folding them so they’d fit in his closet, he wasn’t going to just shove them in like an animal, that’s something Todd would do. By the time they left the bathroom, he had set everything back up, the bed now having a lighter set of sheets that were far more breathable.

“Everything is finished, we can return to the movie if you’re ready now.” Damian turned back towards them, his eyes only registering the tank top over their body at first, making his face flush slightly, but he had to do a double take when he noticed the scars and burns littering their arms and exposed skin.

He felt concern worm its way into his mind and chest, his heart almost dropping as his mind raced with possibilities of how they got injured so drastically, but he knew that he couldn’t freak out and make them possibly feel insecure no matter how worried he felt. “What happened to you…?”

“Hm?” They look over at him while adjusting the hem of the tank top, shrugging slightly. “They’re old scars from a house fire, happened when I was young. The scars just run really deep so they never faded away even when I grew up.”

Damian knew perhaps too well what it was like to bear scars, the pain of dealing with insecurity of having them embedded into your skin, and he didn’t like to think that they were subjected to those feelings as well.

“I don’t mind them as much as I did when I was younger, they feel like a part of me, and I’ve accepted them as that.” Their words quelled his fears and worry, the acceptance they felt towards the scars and bad memories made his heart flutter in his chest.

“Do you feel insecure about the scars? Do they…still hurt?” He wanted to reach out, to feel the scars against their skin, but he held back, not wanting to push them into uncomfortableness.

“Sometimes, yeah, I feel a little insecure when wearing revealing clothes cause people stare, but I think at a certain point, the stares just stopped mattering to me, they can judge, but it’s my decision on how I feel.” They shrug, crawling back into the bed, sitting down back where they were previously, patting the area beside them to invite him back into bed. “And they don’t hurt anymore.”

Damian was glad that the scars didn't hurt anymore, getting back into his bed, settling next to them as they nestled back into his side, where he could wrap an arm around them. He gently pulls the blankets back over them, his hand lightly tracing the scars on their arm, following the pattern of their old wounds.

“You don’t need to worry so much, Damian, scars are a part of everyone…” They murmur, leaning their head against his chest as they looked at the paused frame on the TV.

Damian hums noncommittally, leaning against their side, looking down at the scars and burns, wanting to take away any pain they may still feel, whether it’s physical or emotional. He pressed a kiss to their temple, listening to them laugh softly in response, he was happy to know that he made they smile.

“Do you…not like the scars? Is that why you brought it up?” They murmur, their smile fading slightly, they had dealt with many past relationships ending because they found their scars disgusting to look at or be around, but when they looked up at Damian, he looked like he’d been personally insulted by them.

“Beloved, I will always love you, scars and all. Forever and always.” Damian was so sure in his response, his voice so serious yet so Damian, it made them smile, reassured that their scars weren’t an eyesore to him.

They smile at him, leaning back into his chest. “I love you too, Dami…” They reached over to hold his hand, thumb tracing the back of his hand.

“Perhaps…one day I’ll show you my scars when I am ready.” Damian smiles lightly, tracing their scars as they hold his free hand before he grabs the remote from his nightstand, momentarily leaning away before cuddling right back up with them.

“And when that day comes, I’ll trace your scars.” They hum, watching as he presses play, letting the movie fill the silence of the room once more. “I’ll always love you no matter what.”

Damian felt a rush of warmth in his chest as they reassured him that they won’t mind his old wounds, that they won’t ever shame him for gaining scars in moments of “weakness” like so many did before them, that they will love him throughout his past and hopefully future.

“Thank you…” He relaxed against them, his words a whisper as they settled back into watching the movie, the sun now set outside as the moon started to rise. He was happy to find someone like them to share his life with.

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[Requests] + [Masterlist]

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*falling downstairs*

MORE X-MEN STUFF, I AM BEING CONSUMED! ALIA RIOS, ANOTHER GODDAMN SHAPESHIFTER!

(Don’t ask why Kurt is shirtless, I didn’t want to draw a shirt.)

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Hi! love your writing! Could I request a Fem!Human Reader? that is from the real world, basically, Shes is in a comic con of the Transformers, she's like the fanatic fan, shes using and buying all kind of merchandise to the autobots and decepticons earrings, EVERYTHING you can imagine, from shirts, to pins, key chains, all kind of stuff. Shes walking around the comic con, till she walks to an empty side of the building, and suddenly a portal from the TFP world appears, and it starts to suck everything around it, reader too. She thens finds herself inside the TFP series, wich is her favorite. walking they find the school were miko, raf and Jack study. its the time for the bots to take them up, and miko notices reader earrings, keychains and stuff, and call reader, and reader on despair runs away, but before anything miko took a photo of her just to prove she was wearing the both factions logo, and etc. Readers walks around town, till bumblebee find her and ''kidnaps'' her they don't know if she is on their side or not, then they get to the base,and the meets them all, and gets very excited and all, her favorite one is ratchet, she tells them everything she know about their future and etc, and then she randomly gets teleported back to the real world, but she know its was not a dream cuz she took photo with all of them, the bots are happy to know the outcome of their future (she didn't told them the bad things), miko miss her cuz they both have the same energetic energy. thank you for you time, (totally this request can be ignored) have a good day bye! got carried away writing i had to take this idea out of my head before I forget it SORRY. (srr for the bad English)

Reality Break

[TFP & Fem!Human!Reader]

[Word Count: 3.6k]

[Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of light injury]

[Fic Genre: Fluff, Slight angst?]

[Notes: Gonna be honest, struggled a bit with this one, but I hope you enjoy it! I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been feeling horrid for a week.]

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Her favorite convention had rolled around again, TFCon, so she went to attend like she had done most years prior. It was somewhere she could meet up with her friends and meet new people to talk about Transformers and where she can happily buy merchandise from the stalls around the convention center, whether it’s official or fan merch, she’ll buy it! It was great to just talk about their favorite stories and characters of Transformers with other fans as they walk around, sometimes getting compliments on the Autobot and Decepticon insignia earrings dangling from her earlobes, which she appreciates as she loves them as well.

Yet, while walking around after splitting up with her group of friends as they all wanted to go do different things, she ends up wandering into an empty part of the building, confusion filling her before she swiftly realizes that she had accidentally walked into a restricted area to the guests, noticing her mistake, she turns on her heel to leave, but when she turned, she was met by a rumble that shook the room, almost thinking it was an earthquake before the air splits, a swirling portal breaking through the fabric of reality in front of her.

She would’ve been amazed by it if it weren’t for it starting to pull everything and anything into it, including her. She didn’t even have a moment to think as she was dragged into the portal, a dizzying sensation filling her entire body before she was jettisoned out of the portal, hitting the ground, kicking up the sand and dirt beneath her as the portal snapped shut behind her. She sat up, coughing from inhaling the sand and dust, trying to clear her throat and mouth as she glanced around at her surroundings with confusion, her mind absolutely racing.

“What the hell…?” She was disoriented, what the hell just happened? Was that a portal? Of course it was, she just got herself launched through it! “How…?” She couldn’t even begin to describe what happened. She didn’t even think that was possible, but now the questions on her mind were: where she was and how she would get home.

It took her a moment to situate herself, pushing herself to her feet as she attempted to steady herself so as to not fall over her own feet, that portal had to make her feel queasy, it just had too. Right now though, she has to look around for signs of wherever she could be, hopefully somewhere where she can speak the language, she doesn't need a language barrier on top of a splitting headache.

She wanders around the desert she was now stuck in, feeling like she’s been walking for an hour, she sees a town in the distance, and she couldn’t be happier to see a populated area after walking around the sweltering heat for a bit too long, so she starts heading towards it. She didn’t even know what the town was or where it was, she was just happy to not be alone in a desert, though she did get an odd sense of Deja vu when walking into the outskirts of town, it almost felt like she’s seen the town before.

While walking into the town, she did notice that a lot of the things in the town were a bit older, like, a decade older, but hey, that’s not uncommon for rural places like this, it added a certain charm too. Besides, she was just glad to be around other people and not lost in a desert fighting off heatstroke, but to be honest, what was she expecting? New York?

“Where am I?” She just had no clue which town she was in, walking around certainly helped her slowly piece together where she was, and finding a school in the town meant she could see the town name at least.

The school definitely felt…familiar, she couldn’t place it until she got to the front and suddenly it clicked in her mind. Jasper, Nevada. She’s in Nevada. Why would she be here though! Why would a portal lead here of all places?

Yet as she looked towards the front of the school, she felt her heart drop as she froze, taking in the scene in front of her, she saw three kids talking in front of the school, which wouldn’t be considered out of the ordinary for a school place, but it was the fact she knew who she was looking at. She couldn’t believe it, this shouldn’t be possible! How in the world did she end up in a different universe, let alone the universe of her favorite show? Transformers Prime.

She had no idea what would happen to her if she was seen or caught, whether by them it was the Decepticons, and she did not want to find out what would happen. She stepped back, quickly turning on her heel and hurrying off before she could be spotted by any of them.

Unfortunately for her, she just seems to have the absolute worst luck, as she had already been spotted.

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“Detention again, Miko?” Jack sighs as the girl in front of him talks about her most recent detention given this week, much to both his and Raf’s disappointment.

“Hey, homework is useless! Like I’m going to ever use algebra.” Miko huffs, her arms crossed yet she had a smug smirk on her face. Though she noticed something strange out of the corner of her eye. “Hm?”

Turning her head to see whatever it was that caught her eye, she raised an eyebrow when she saw it was just a person walking by the school, which she would’ve normally brushed off at first, if it weren’t for the glimmer of earrings. She could recognize those insignias anywhere! With how often she was around the bots, and sneaking away on their missions, it was an instant recognition.

“What in the world?” But why would a random person have earrings with the Autobot and Decepticon insignias on them? Let alone know them? Even if they were really cool. She saw them turn to run off, so she quickly pulled out her phone and took a photo before they bolted, making sure to capture the earrings so she could show Optimus back at base.

She looks at the photo before glancing back at the empty space the person was in, Jack and Raf were already joining their bots, so she shuts her phone, getting into Bulkhead with the new intentions of showing Optimus this photo and the stranger.

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She’s trying her absolute best to avoid all the places she knows that the main cast frequent the most, even if it wasn’t shown that often in the show, but it seems to mainly be the center of the town, so she stays near the outer streets with less people around. Now all that was on her mind was how to figure out a way to get home, but what could she possibly do? This was way outside of any abilities or knowledge she had, she’s only human!

Unfortunately for her, her presence in this universe was already made aware to the Autobots as Miko had made it back to base and told the Prime about the suspicious person she saw wandering around Jasper, making it so Optimus deployed one of the others to go find her so they could figure out who they were and how they knew of their existence.

And it happened while she was walking through a backstreet area, she had originally thought she was alone, but that thought was ripped from her mind as she heard that familiar yet haunting sound of something robotic transforming behind her. She wanted to run and her legs did try, but before she even had the chance to move, a servo reached out and wrapped around her frame.

Startled by the servo grabbing her, she yelped, scared until she was met by the face of the Autobot scout, Bumblebee, and thankfully not a Decepticon. She couldn’t help the feeling of relief that flooded her body, she was glad it was Bumblebee that was sent to retrieve her and not one of the others.

Bumblebee looked slightly concerned by the human's yelp, shifting his hold on her to be far more gentle, even though his grip was already light as it was the normal way he’d hold a human, especially the kids. Yet her yelp startled him and he almost thought he hurt her by accident when grabbing her after he finally found her, but now that he has her, it’s time to call it in.

She couldn’t understand what his beeping and whirring meant, but it was quickly made clear what he was saying as a ground bridge opened in front of them, illuminating their surroundings of an alleyway in a blueish green glow. So that’s what he had been calling for. Well, this was not what she wanted, she was trying to avoid this outcome, but…maybe they can find a way to get her home. As much as she loves this show, she does not want to end up living here.

She didn’t know if she had to prepare herself to go through a ground bridge, she didn’t even have time to prepare regardless as Bumblebee stepped through the portal, and it was so much worse than the portal she went through previously. She thought the first portal was disorienting, the ground bridge was incredibly dizzying and made it feel like her entire skeleton was vibrating, it was almost sickening.

She had to lean against Bumblebee’s servo as she tried her best not to vomit or pass out from the travel through a ground bridge, the kids had to be lying when all they felt was shakiness the first time they went through one. But all of that was pushed to the back of her mind as she was carried into the base by Bumblebee, her gaze lifting as she was met by the Autobots, she couldn’t help but feel amazed, though some looked more suspicious than others, I.e Arcee and Ratchet, show ere watching her like hawks.

Yet that was nothing compared to her amazement as her eyes met the optics of none other than Optimus Prime himself, his gaze was calm yet stern, a clear air of concern and suspicion swirling around him as he was trying to think of how this human could’ve possibly discovered them. She was amazed though, she never thought she’d ever see or meet Optimus Prime!

Optimus walked over to Bumblebee, looking down at the human before he spoke. “How do you know about us?” He needed to figure out how their security was compromised by a single human, while it happened with the kids, they had actively revealed themselves to the kids to protect them, none of them had met this human or seen her before.

She didn’t want to tell them the true reason for her knowing of their existence, in fear of messing something up with their timeline, but the intense gaze of the Prime was making her crack under pressure. “You…won’t believe me if I told you…but, I’m from a different universe…?” She was incredibly hesitant to tell them, but she cracked under the pressure, her response got a loud “HAH!” from Ratchet in the background, which to be honest, she expected nobody to believe her, she probably sounded like a crazy person.

“That’s impossible! Interdimensional travel is unheard of outside of- of science fiction!” Ratchet huffs, shaking his head as he waves off their honestly insane excuse of knowing of their existence.

“I’m not lying! I was pulled through a portal and ended up here!” She knew they wouldn’t believe her, but she needed them too, or else she may never get home.

“That doesn’t explain how you know about us.” Arcee threw in her own opinion on the situation at hand, her arms crossed as she stared at the human in Bumblebee’s grasp.

“In my world you guys are a show, my favorite in the franchise, but that’s beside the point. That’s why I know about you!” She didn’t want to sound desperate but she needed them to believe her, she wanted to get home.

“Prove it. Tell us something only we would know about then.” Arcee was skeptical, more so than even Ratchet, with every reason to be, but she doubted this human could come up with something to prove her insane claim of being from a different universe.

She had to actually think for a moment, trying to recall things that happened solely in this base or completely away from human eyes, before the recollection came to her. “When Wheeljack first landed on Earth, you didn’t realize at first that he had been replaced by the Decepticon Makeshift, you eventually realized, and Wheeljack broke out of the Nemesis, fought Makeshift, then threw him back through the ground bridge, and uh…blew him up.”

The kids blink, looking at each other, that event never even left the base. The fact she could recall it, down to how it ended, told them enough that she was speaking the truth, which had absolutely shocked the bots, nobody but the people in this room knew about what happened that night, yet she did.

“That, or the scraplet situation.” She shrugs, hearing Bumblebee let out a small whirr at the memories of scraplets infesting their base.

“Ok…I’d say that proves she’s not lying. Or crazy.” Bulkhead finally spoke up in the background, looking over at Optimus who seemed to be contemplating something else now.

“Oh! What happens in the future if you know what’s going to happen!” Miko was curious and couldn’t help but pipe up with her own questions about the future. They had someone that knew what was going to happen, that’s cool!

“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea, I can’t really tell you what will happen, it might screw up some stuff for you guys…” Though she would love to save them the hardships they’re inevitably going to face, she knew better than to tell them what will happen, she didn’t want them to get hurt or worse just because she made them too confident about winning the war.

“Awh…” Miko huffs in disappointment at the rejection of her curiosity and questions.

“It could potentially ruin the outcome of our universe or change the trajectory of our timeline, Miko.” Ratchet nodded in agreement, his arms crossed as he remained at his station. “More than it already has been changed because she’s here…” He grumbles, throwing a very thinly veiled jab at the human from across the room.

“I gotta agree with him, it could be dangerous…” She sheepishly agrees with the medic, even though she recognized the slight jab at her, she didn’t mention it, though it’s not her fault that she popped into their world! She didn’t ask to be here!

Optimus signals Bumblebee to set her down finally after contemplating her security, but after hearing her deny any requests to know the future, he was sure she wouldn’t try to damage their world. Bumblebee carefully moved her over to one of the walkways for the humans, setting her down after getting the clear from the Prime. He was beeping as he checked her over, worried that he may have hurt her when he grabbed her earlier. Humans were such fragile things compared to them, he couldn’t help but worry.

“I’m okay, don’t worry, any scrapes and bruises I have are from the portal…all you did was startle me.” She eases the poor scout, assuring him that she’s okay, she only has very minor injuries from getting absolutely thrown out of the portal earlier. Bumblebee whirring as his worries were eased, glad he hadn’t accidentally harmed her.

She adjusts her clothes, looking around for a moment before asking, “Is there any way to get me home? As much as I love this show and universe, I really don’t want to stay here.” She had to admit that while she was at first amazed by them, she did not want to be stuck here.

“Oh please,” Ratchet huffs, crossing his arms. “That would be completely impossible! The fact you’re even here is a miracle in of itself!” He shook his helm, the aspect of inter dimensional travel is just mad, completely impossible!

“Yeah, but I’m here, which implies it is possible.” She counters with the logic that she arrived in their universe in the first place, meaning that it was possible to traverse it.

Ratchet paused at her words, thinking for a moment before humming, stroking his chin as he thought for a moment. “Perhaps…there’s some sort of unique energy signature to you that would help, but even then, inter dimensional travel would be near impossible for us regardless! I wouldn’t even know where to start…”

“But you make space bridges and ground bridges?” She wanted to point out the fact that they had already made travel throughout their galaxy and universe easier, so why not a portal to her world?

“Those are completely different things!” Ratchet sighs, exasperated as he takes a moment to explain the situation. “Traveling to a different country or planet is far simpler because we know where they are! We don’t know where you’re from. The best you can hope for is that the energy you’re giving off will trigger another portal to open, or maybe let me track down when one may appear again.”

“So I’m stuck here for an unknown amount of time…” She sighs, realizing that she may be stuck here for a lot longer than she originally thought.

“Unfortunately.” Ratchet mutters, stepping over to his holoscreen, starting to look into her unique energy signature. “You should probably make yourself comfortable then…”

“Great…” She groans into her hands before looking over at the medic, a mischievous thought popping into her head as she grins. “Well, I’ll go talk to the others, but just know, you’re my favorite.” She hums before trotting off to go see what the kids wanted as they were trying to wave her over now.

“Wha-what?” Her sudden reveal of Ratchet being her favorite left the poor medic sputtering in disbelief while she walked over to the other humans.

As she approached, Miko was practically vibrating with excitement as her curiosity hadn’t yet waned. “Okay, I need to know, do we get any new bots!” Miko knew that not much could be revealed, but she just couldn’t help but be curious.

“Mm, yeah.” She nodded as she watched the kids, and some of the bots crowd around, even the bots were interested in what she had to say. “Can’t tell you who or why, but yeah.”

“I’m curious about what happens at the end of our…show. It feels weird to say that…” Raf felt a bit weird about saying that his life and the others were merely a show to this person, but he felt that same curiosity in his mind.

“You’ll be okay when everything is over…” Her confirmation that in the end everything will be okay made Optimus smile slightly, he was glad to know that his team will be okay when this is all over, granting him some peace of mind.

They had spent a few hours talking, with her skillfully avoiding Miko and her prying questions about the future, again having to repeat that everything will work out in the end. It was nice meeting them face to face, and she was fine with telling them about other things in her universe that don’t correlate to their universe, even telling them about TFCon. Though she eventually found herself drifting back over to the medic, much to his dismay.

She was talking to Ratchet as he was trying to work out her energy signature, finding it difficult yet unique in frequency, but their thoughts were interrupted when the air shook with a rumble all too familiar to her now as a portal split the world behind her once again, she almost expected to get pulled through it, instinctively gripping onto the railing, but thankfully, this time it didn’t suck her in like it had done beforehand.

“Oh…” She sighs with a sad smile, the kids and Autobots coming over to inspect the situation. “I see it’s time to go home…” She chuckles quietly, moving away from the railing.

The kids saddened by her departure say their goodbyes, the bots wish her a goodbye as well, saying they hope she gets home safe and sound. She smiles at them before pausing, looking at the portal and then back at them.

“Can I at least take a photo to remember this when I go home?” She asked sheepishly but was met by Miko’s excitement, pulling her back over to them as the team crowded around before the photo was taken. She smiles as she grabs her phone out, taking a group photo with them before stepping away.

“It was a wonderful experience meeting all of you, I wish you the best of luck in your future…” She smiles before taking a deep breath, stepping through the portal, returning home as the portal snaps closed once she is through.

“I’m gonna miss her…” Miko sighs, she really wanted those earrings…maybe she could make some! Bulkhead could see the way she lit up, chuckling in the background.

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She blinked as she stepped out the portal, with it shutting behind her, she was surprised to see that she had been returned to her home, not the convention center she was originally attending and then disappeared from. She looked down at her phone, checking the time, seeing that it had only been an…hour? Wow, time really is weird.

She had almost thought it was a dream or something if it weren’t for the photo she took before leaving, the image making her smile as she set it to be the new background on her phone.

What a day…

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[Requests] + [Masterlist]

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NIGHTCRAWLER MY BELOVED! I have a thing for blue characters, holy shit-

(also X-men OCS, Heidi and Storyteller, but KURT)

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QUICK, A DISTRACTION! *throws art and runs*

Take some fnaf oc thing while I work on a request and my comics. I’m doing my best, but yeesh, drawing comics takes a while. Anyways, here’s Starry, they’re a…thing.

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Sleepy Birdie

[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 550]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Fluff]

[Notes: if it wasn’t obvious who my favorite is. I accidentally deleted half of this so I had to rewrite it, which was annoying as hell. Enjoy.]

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When they woke, they were met by the sounds of birds singing outside the window, sunlight peeking in through a crack in the curtains, creating a soft, morning glow in the dark bedroom where they lay. They could hear soft breathing behind them as their eyes fluttered open, squinting in the morning light as they begrudgingly sat up, yawning as they stretched out their arms.

“Hm?” They rub their eyes, looking down when they feel arms encase their waist, finding Damian pressed against their side, emerald eyes glaring at them as if offended that they even dared to sit up. “We gotta get up, Dami…”

“No.” Damian grumbles against their side, glaring up at them, refusing to release them from his hold as he drags them back down into bed, curling around them. “No.” He repeats, burying his face against their hair.

“Damian, it’s morning…” They sigh as they're pressed against his chest, yet they don’t fight him as he hugs them, he’s warmer than the cool air outside the covers. “We gotta get up…”

“Don’t care…” Damian loses all the elegance and grace he usually comes with whenever he's exhausted, grumbling at them as he grips them tighter yet still gentle with his strength as to not squish them.

“Dami…” They whine as he presses them against his chest, wrapping his legs around their own, trapping them against him. “We can't stay in bed all day…we have things to do.”

“Do them later…” Damian mumbles against their hair, hands tracing random patterns across their back as they squirm in his embrace.

They want to argue, so much, but he keeps them pressed against his strong chest, making them succumb to his warm embrace, causing them to get more sleepy, eyelids drooping slightly. “No…we gotta get up…” They whine against him again, trying to cling onto their little amount of stubbornness left.

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed.” Damian huffs, pushing his face down to pepper kisses against their face, making them whine and pout, struggling against his sudden affectionate attitude.

“Mm…” They whine at him, but inevitably stop struggling, melting against him as he settles back into bed, pulling his blankets over them both, curling up together, limbs mingling together. “Fine…five more minutes.” They mumble, knowing that it won’t be five minutes and they’ll end up sleeping in for hours, ignoring their responsibilities once more, much to his father’s displeasure.

“Longer.” Damian grunts, refusing to let them up, even if they try to set a certain time to get up, he doesn’t want to get up, he wants to spend the day in bed with his beloved.

“…fine.” They huff, knowing that there’s no point in trying to fight him when he’s clingy like this, it’s a rare occurrence, so there’s no point in trying to argue over getting up, responsibilities or not.

“Good.” Damian is pleased as they finally give in, holding them close, more than happy to doze back off with them in his arms. “Thank you…” He mumbles, kissing their forehead before burying his face in their hair.

“Yeah, yeah…love you too.” They sigh, wrapping their arms around him as they give into his warm embrace, shutting their eyes as they doze off together, back into their dreams.

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[Requests] + [Masterlist]

[monotonesmile]

HORSE

[monotonesmile]

Can I request Human Villain GN! Reader x rottmnt but it was they forced to work together and the boy started to note some things

Like Read have rules like no hurting or traumatising kids

And if they don't attack first or show aggression to the reader then they won't hurt them

And she stuck to the deal like the Rottmnt made a deal with them but later on when they had to perfect the escape plan and could leave them for dead but they didn't and instead helped them and only said ‘a deal ' deal’

Sorry, I did it wrong but I love you writing and have a good day or night when you see this :)

A Deal is a Deal

[Rottmnt Boys X GN!Villain!Reader]

[Word Count: 4.2k] <- all three together

[Warnings: Mentions of injuries, swearing]

[Fic Genre: Hurt/Comfort? Fluff]

[Notes: I decided it would be better to do separate stories for each brother, so do enjoy all or whoever is your favorite! And thank you for the request, it gave me something to do while I was on vacation! also yes Raph was longer, my bad, got into the zone.]

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[Leo] [Wc: 1.1k]

While fighting against a few of their villains that had teamed up, the excessive amount of force and crashing into walls had made the building unstable, causing it to come crashing down, luckily Leo managed to make a portal to get his brothers to safety but before he could escape with them, the ceiling collapsed where the portal was, rubble crashing down around him, knocking him to the ground, his sword clattering to the ground and falling down an opening in the floor.

Leo was going to get up if it weren’t for a piece of rubble hitting him in the head, momentarily blacking out as his vision faded, the last thing he could hear was the crumbling building collapsing. When he came to, his face scrunched at the feeling of his pounding head, before his eyes snapped open to the feeling of someone poking his forehead, glancing up at them looming over his body, crouched down with a blank expression. He blinked at them, his mind racing with confused thoughts, had they gotten trapped down here too?

“Need a hand?” They straightened up, getting to their feet as they held out a hand for him to grab, raising an eyebrow as he blinked owlishly at them.

“Uh…yeah.” Leo had almost expected them to attack him the instant he woke up, or even before when he was vulnerable, but they didn’t, so he grabs their hand, getting himself up onto his unsteady feet, he could feel the bruise that’s forming on his head, not to mention the amount of cuts and scrapes he has.

“Good?” They tilt their head as they pull him up onto his feet, making sure he’s steady by holding his biceps, waiting for his legs to stabilize under him, a slight look of understanding in their eyes when he grimaces from pain. “If you need to sit, you can.”

“No, no, I'm good…” Leo grunts, wobbling on his feet, using their body as support to stand. “Why did you help me? Aren't you supposed to be an evil villain?” He points at them, almost poking their face with his fingers.

They stare at him, blinking with a blank expression on their face, almost as if they were looking at him like he's stupid. “I wasn't going to leave you here, even if I'm a villain. That's wrong, both morally and in general.”

That surprised the turtle in blue, he had always had the impression that they were just a cruel villain that would only look out for themself, as long as they could escape, but apparently…he was wrong about them, though that suspicion lingered in his mind.

“Besides, I was gonna ask if you wanted to make a deal, I won't attack or leave you behind as long as you do the same for me.” They shrug as he finally steadies himself, crossing their arms as he lowers his arm, looking dumbfounded.

“You're making a deal…with me? A super evil villain is making a deal with the most handsome turtle in all of Manhattan?” Of course Leo made a jab at them while complimenting himself in the process.

“Yes, I am…” They chose to ignore the jab at them, instead confirming their already obvious offer.

“...fine.” Leo huffs begrudgingly, though he doesn't expect them to uphold their end of the deal, but he chooses not to voice it, mainly because he's in no condition to fight. “I accept your deal, villain.”

“I somehow knew you would.” They hum as they smile slightly, a small smirk gracing their face as they turn to start walking. “C'mon, let's find a way out.” They gesture him to follow along, leading the way, and putting themself in the direct path of any danger, like a guard.

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It felt like hours with how long they'd been searching through the unstable caution corridors or the destroyed building, keeping their head on a swivel, they had no idea who else could be trapped down here, and they both weren't keen on finding out.

“We've been walking for hours!” Leo groans, arms hanging loosely by his sides as he drags himself behind them, complaining like a child.

“You'll live. Also it's only been an hour.” They sigh, shaking their head as they listen to his constant complaining, he's been going on and on for thirty minutes!

“That’s still a long time…!” Leo whines, pouting at them, his arms crossed over his chest, earning him a very done expression from them, before they continue walking, much to Leo’s dismay.

They sigh, rubbing their temples, ducking under a piece of rebar sticking out from the wall, they were going to respond but the ground started to rumble and crumble beneath them. They managed to grab onto the rebar they previously ducked under, keeping themself on stable ground, but Leo wasn’t quick enough to grab onto anything, his feet sliding out from under him as he started to slip towards the cavern forming in the ground.

For a moment, Leo believed that he was done for, he was going to fall to his death, he was going to be without his brothers, his hands tried to grip onto anything, but the rubble fell with him, not giving him solid ground, but he was torn away from his thoughts as their hands grabbed his arm just as he went over the side of the caving in floor, halting his descent into the darkness below.

“Shit!” They grunt as they grabbed onto him, feet planted as they dragged him back up to safety with some help from Leo pulling himself up with them, his scales scraping against the concrete and rocks.

Leo was shocked when they pulled him up, dragging him to safety, away from the collapsing floor, to somewhere more stable, his feet dragging beneath him while he stared up at their determined yet concerned face, a hint of admiration worming its way into his heart. “Y-You saved me? Why…?”

“We made a deal, and I intend on keeping it. A deal is a deal.” They didn’t release his hand as they pulled him along behind them, continuing their search for an exit to this hellhole of a collapsed building.

Leo felt baffled as he was dragged behind them, his voice failing him with his gratitude, but his feet finally moving in tandem with theirs, as much as he hated to admit it, his heart felt almost warmer by their actions, his tail slowly wagging as they kept their focus ahead, exhausted by the journey and his near death experience, but they kept pulling him along, hand wrapped around his, subconsciously keeping him close so he's safe.

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[Donnie] [Wc: 1.1k]

Donnie had caught wind that one of their enemies was searching an abandoned lab, so in his infinite wisdom, he had followed them straight to the lab, stepping over overgrown vines, as he followed them from the shadows, watching them as they walked in an odd manner.

Which…he then found out exactly why they had been walking in such an odd way, as he had accidentally set off an alarm by tripping a wire that they had been so careful to avoid, and yet he completely missed despite being a trained ninja.

They whipped around the second they heard the alarms start blaring, a scowl on their face as they were met by the sheepish hunched over scientist, their scowl deepened before they both jumped as two walls slammed down from the ceiling with a resounding thud, trapping them in a small room with no exit. Donnie looks at them with a sheepish smile, before hunching back as their scowl became a glare the longer they stared at him, pinning the turtle in place with their eyes alone.

“Why the hell did you follow me? How did you even know I was here!?” It was obvious they were annoyed, if not furious, with him, glaring at him as they clenched their fists, willing themself into not full on screaming at him now that their progress is lost.

“Well…uh…why were you here?” Donnie sputters before avoiding their questions by redirecting them with his own, narrowing his eyes at them with suspicion. “It’s an abandoned lab site, nothing is here, nothing useful anyway. I would’ve taken it already if there was.” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“Oh jeez…” They sigh, rolling their eyes before responding. “I was trying to find some information I need for my mission.” Not that he needed to know what that mission is, and they aren’t going to tell him.

“Mission? What mission?” Donnie was rightly curious, if he could get any information out of them it would be greatly helpful in the future, maybe he and his brothers would be able to stop one of their schemes even sooner.

“I’m not telling you.” They deadpan before shaking their head to straighten their thoughts, focusing back on the current situation. “You do realize we’re trapped now, because of you, might I add…” They place their hands on their hips, scowl still present on their face.

“Oh please, I can get us out of here easily! Here, let’s make a deal, I can get us both out of here safe and sound!” Donnie held his head high, smug and confident with his skills, much to their annoyance.

“Yeah and if you can’t, I will.” They don’t look confident in him at all, watching as the turtle practically rips a panel off the wall, exposing internal wires, though their eyebrows raised slightly at the amount of strength he used. “Be careful with those-“ They went to warn him, those wires are old and who knows what they belong to, but Donnie had already pulled a wire from the panel, activating another trap.

They both froze, listening to gears click and start turning when the ceiling above them starts creaking as it starts to lower down towards them, to crush the two intruders. What kind of lab has this kind of security? They slowly look back towards Donnie, expectantly and annoyed, one of their eyes twitching as he winces at their scowl, continuing to fiddle with the wires.

“I can fix this! I can fix this…hopefully.” Donnie averted his gaze from their scowl, his hands trying to find the wire that could stop the ceiling from descending down into them, but he is rushing to fix it in his panic.

They groan, rolling their eyes so hard that it almost hurt before they walk over to the panel, standing behind the crouched turtle, staring at the multitude of colorful wires, which only stresses Donnie out more, but they reach out and promptly pull a single wire from the panel, the ceiling coming to a screeching halt that had they both cover their ears as the gears click, stopping them in place.

“How…how did you know which wire to pull?” Donnie’s blinks, looking up at them as he twists around to face them with utter bafflement, confusion all over his face as they look down at him.

“It was obvious.” They shrug, not elaborating any further, knowing that it would end up annoying the turtle to no end.

“You-“ Oh, it did annoy him, but he grumbled, standing up with a grunt as he stretched his arms before looking at them questioningly. “Why did you help? I thought you’d leave all the work to me.” He was still confused why they bothered to help him, they were enemies, they weren’t supposed to help each other.

“Are you serious?” They stare at him like he’s an idiot, sighing for the umpteenth time in just the past few minutes as they shut their eyes, rubbing their temples. “One, I don’t feel like being crushed to death, and two, we made a deal, as insignificant as it was, a deal is a deal.”

“Oh…right. That’s a good point.” Donnie mutters, they were right, nobody wants to be squished by a ceiling, and they did make a deal, although he had been more or less joking about it, they clearly took it seriously. Well, it did save them, so he can’t be upset about that.

Now all they had to do was get the walls up, which will hopefully be far easier than when he was trying to stop the ceiling from crushing them. Donnie crouched back down, pulling his goggles down to detect the right wires, actually searching the wires rather than pulling them out randomly like he was doing before.

Luckily, he eventually pulls the correct wire to open the doors after a couple of minutes, both of them watching as they slide back into the ceiling, disappearing amongst the static white, though now tinted over the years of abandonment. Donnie stands up, coughing awkwardly into his hand as he glances at them, wondering if they’re still going to keep searching the abandoned lab.

“So…uh…are you going to keep looking for…whatever…you’re looking for?” Donnie tilts his head, fidgeting with his hands as they look over at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, I am.” They nod before moving on, still making sure to dodge any triggers or traps even though they seem to be easily escapable if you know what you’re doing.

Donnie was silent as he watched them walk off before his voice betrayed him, his thoughts exiting his mouth without his consent. “Do you mind if I join you?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking, he was curious, not just about them, but also any tech in this place.

They sigh as they stop, staring at the ground before waving him along. “C'mon…” They mutter, telling him to hurry up and follow them. “Just don’t step on another trap.”

“I won’t!” Donnie huffs, quickly jogging up to them, giddy with excitement as he pulls his goggles up, looking around at the abandoned lab and tech.

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[Raph] [Wc: 1.9k]

Raph did not like going into places alone, it had always freaked him out even as a kid, but he lost a bet between his brothers, and they, more like Leo, dared him to go into an abandoned amusement park all on his own to suffer the consequences of losing a simple pizza eating bet. Which left the biggest brother to shuffle around, the only sounds he could hear were the creaking of metal long rusted by natural weathering and the wood bending under his feet as his eyes shifted around, like he was waiting for something to jump out at him.

Raph almost jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps from within the fog surrounding him, instinctively holding his fists up like he’s ready to fight, which he is more than ready to throw hands. His fists lowered in surprise when he saw them, one of their enemies, just walking around the abandoned area, looking through the old stalls for items to take home.

He didn’t know if he should confront them or just walk away before a confrontation happens, but seeing them lurking around in the fog makes him feel unsettled, barely able to see them yet hearing their footsteps made his skin crawl. So he made his choice, clearing his throat to alert them to his presence nearby. “Hey!” He called out to them, seeing them whip around in confusion at his alert.

“What in the world are you doing here?” They question as they walk over to him, tilting their head as they look him up and down, as if trying to find a physical reason as to why he’s here. “You’d never come somewhere like here alone, at least, not without your brothers.”

“Well…uh, I may or may not have lost a bet with my brothers, and they dared me to come here by myself…” Raph fidgets with his claws, glancing away from them, trying to not show that he was actually scared to be alone in this place so he quickly changed the subject. “So why are you here?”

They snicker at his reason for being here, covering it with a cough before responding to his question. “I just enjoy exploring abandoned places, it’s fun for me, though…you may have wanted to wear a mask like me, you never know what could be lingering in the air.” They gesture to the mask they are wearing on their face, watching him blink before the realization settles in.

“Oh.” Raph mutters before chuckling sheepishly, they were right, he kinda just walked in with no protection for his health. “Do you mind if I borrow one?” He tilts his head, pointing loosely towards their mask.

“Sure thing, big guy.” They handed him an extra mask without much question, surprising the turtle in red as he took the mask tying it around his head to cover his snout. He was confused why they were being so kind despite being enemies, but maybe, just maybe, they were being nice for the sake of it. Raph would like to believe that’s the reason rather than possibly being deceived.

“Big guy, huh?” Raph chuckles quietly, noticing the term they used to refer to him.

“Got a problem with it?” They grin beneath their mask, their eyes showing their teasing grin, if not the tone they used.

“No, no…plenty call Raph by that.” Raph shrugs, fixing the mask on his face before looking down at them. “So uh, do you mind if I follow you? I really don’t like being alone in…this.” He gestured to the fog surrounding them, the darkness of the sky causing an eerie sensation in him.

“Sure thing, I’ll even make a deal with ya, I’ll keep ya safe as long as you’re with me.” They nod, adjusting their jacket as a gentle breeze blows by them. “Besides, I’m not dealing with a feral snapping turtle later if you end up alone.”

“Thanks…” Raph sighs, grateful that he won’t have to worry about wandering around the abandoned amusement park alone, he’d be feral by now if it weren’t for them showing up randomly in the fog.

They continued exploring the abandoned amusement park, although they were far more enthusiastic about it than Raph was, he yelped at almost every noise that he heard through the cold night air, almost tucked completely against their back despite walking across the wooden floor beneath them, each step creaking. Raph knows his time is up here, he does not want to be in this place any longer, looking around for the exit before he realized he had lost track of the exit, tapping them on the shoulder to gain their attention.

“Uhm, where’s the exit…?” Raph mutters, gesturing randomly towards where he thought the exit was, which it was not there.

“Oh it should be over…there…” They went to point towards the exit, they hadn’t walked too far from it, it should be visible even with the fog, but…it wasn’t there anymore. They stare at the missing exit, the only thing left was fog and the vague sound of the city somewhere in the distance, like a whisper. “I hate magic…” They sigh, rubbing their temples, of course the amusement park wasn’t real, it seemingly showed up at random, that should’ve been the major red flag.

Raph squeaks, tucking behind them despite being far larger than they were when they mentioned magic, it should’ve been obvious, this place appeared overnight, but it's Manhattan, things just appear sometimes. Unfortunately for them though, they had inadvertently walked straight into a trap, which was likely for the turtle brothers and not their enemy.

The air almost felt as if it was colder than when they arrived while they stood still, listening to the eerie creaking of wood and metal all around them, the breeze was chilling now, and they could only hope that they were alone, and they had reason to believe that they were alone, they would’ve been ambushed by now if they weren’t. With this place being magic apparently, there needs to be a source admitting it, it can’t exist without something producing and holding magic.

“Look, we need to find the source behind this illusion and unfortunately for you, you’re the one that needs to destroy it.” They sigh, looking over their shoulder to look back at the turtle in red who looked absolutely baffled at the fact that he needs to destroy it.

“Me!? Why not you!” Raph squawks, scowling with a slight pout as he crossed his arms like a stubborn child.

“Because I don’t have magic or mystical weapons? You do.” They raised an eyebrow, looking down at the belt around his waist, his sai sitting in their holsters.

Raph blinks, looking down at his belt, right, he has Ninpo, they don’t, they can’t destroy magic or suffocate it. “Right…right, me, Raph destroys it.” He mutters, standing up straight, before pausing. “Uh…where does that happen to be?”

“C’mon, big guy…” They sigh, leading him along through the creaking illusion. “It’s probably in the center, likely heavily protected too. Shouldn’t you know this?” They glance back at him, hearing him chuckle sheepishly.

“Ah well…Raph doesn’t really know much about magic, that’s Mikey’s thing…” Raph admits with an embarrassed grimace, even though he uses a mystic weapon and actively uses magic, he knows almost nothing about it.

“I…won’t even question it.” They shake their head at him with a sigh before pointing ahead of them. “It should be up ahead.” Yet, where they happened to be pointing…was the fun house, a building of mazes of mirrors.

“I hate mazes…” Raph grumbles, glaring at the fun house like it personally offended him and his bloodline. They were just mazes of confusion and concussions. He hates them.

How in the world are they going to find anything in there? It’s essentially impossible! A mirror maze is built to confuse and disorientate people, it’s not supposed to be easy. Yet, they push forward without much worry, Raph following behind them even with his nerves eating away at him, he knows that this is not going to be easy and he’s going to get turned around in there.

When they enter, the poor turtle is instantly confused, his mind reeling as they were surrounded by their reflections, he couldn’t tell which way was right or left, he was bound to walk into something. It didn’t take him long to notice the soft yet mysterious glow coming from somewhere in the building, it didn’t help him with trying to figure out the path through this maze though, if anything, it made it worse.

“Here, this way.” They noticed his dazed expression, grabbing his hand and gently guiding him through the maze after picking up a random stick laying on the ground. “It’s not hard figuring these types of mazes out, all you need is to hold something out in front of you in case there’s a mirror.”

Raph was surprised when they grabbed his hand, looking down at their intertwined hands with a shocked expression, letting them lead him along, watching them figure out the path with relative ease as they traverse slowly through the maze of reflections. Eventually, they find the center of the maze, where they are met by the source of magic, a glowing orb floating loosely in the center. It seems easy enough to destroy but nothing can ever be easy for the ninja in red.

Illusions guard it, knights in white armor, swords arming them as they stood surrounding the orb, ready to attack.

“Get to that thing,” They point towards the orb in the center. “I’ll keep the illusions off you while you destroy it.” They grip their daggers, pulling them off their belt, these illusions shouldn’t be hard to take down, they aren’t actually real but they can still cause real damage.

Raph nods without words, grabbing his sai from his belt before making a run for the center, easily punching his way through some of the knights while they intervene a knight that was attempting to block him, keeping it off Raph by slicing through its chest, destroying the illusion of one knight. Raph makes his way through the other knights, only garnering a few minor injuries before he manages to make it to the center.

“Destroy it!” They looked back at him while holding back one of the two last knights standing, but they almost froze when they saw the other knight coming up behind Raph. “Shit…” They grunt as they punch the illusion in front of them, driving their dagger through its chest before it dissipates, letting them turn on their heel and run to intercept the approaching knight.

Raph was winding back his arm, ready to end this illusion around them, having enough of this foggy amusement park, and as he drove one of his sai into the orb, they stabbed the knight behind him through its back before it had the chance to raise its sword. A blinding flash of light makes both of them cover their eyes, waiting for it to diminish before opening their eyes, the mysterious amusement park is gone, leaving them standing under the night sky far above them.

“You actually protected me…” Raph mutters in disbelief, looking down at them with surprise and also gratefulness, they protected him even though they had multiple chances to attack him or escape, leaving him to deal with the mess, but no, they stayed.

“I did make a promise to you earlier, and well…a deal is a deal.” They shrug as they tuck their daggers back into their belt, as if it wasn’t a big deal to them.

“Well, at least I can count on you to keep your word…” Raph chuckles quietly, finally able to breathe without the stress of being alone in a creepy place, the air felt lighter, more fresh now that the illusion was gone, and he learned more about them than he expected.

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[Requests] + [Masterlist]

[monotonesmile]

Toleration

[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 735]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: technically fluff?]

[Notes: all of these things just come from my own mind, randomness spawning. Enjoy. Posting this early because I’m doing things today and will be busy.]

[Premise: Reader and Damian are lost in a forest while on a mission, both are vigilantes, it’s been a long day and night is falling. They tolerate each other at best.]

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“Damian! Put me down!” They huff, squirming in his arms as he hooks his arms around their back and under their knees, holding them up as he continues to walk. “I can walk on my own two feet, you brute!” They frown as they look up at him, face filled with annoyance at him even carrying him.

“Don’t be slow and maybe I won't carry you, wannabe.” Damian grunts, adjusting them in his arms as he ducks under a tree branch, walking through the dense forest that they had been trapped in. “And if you'd stop tripping over roots, maybe then I’d let you walk on your own.” His words were unfortunately true, they were tripping over roots and rocks unlike Damian who seemed to completely avoid them all together.

They huff, crossing their arms as they begrudgingly allow him to carry them through the thick foliage and leaves of the forest of pine, grumbling all the way about him calling them a “wannabe”, much to Damian’s annoyance. His eyes twitch as he has to listen to their continued huffing and puffing, trying to focus on finding a clearing or some sort of landmark to find out where their location is so he can hopefully call for extraction.

“Do you ever shut up?” Damian sighs after walking for only a few minutes, starting to rethink his choice in carrying them because they would not stop stumbling over roots.

“How rude.” They roll their eyes, poking his cheek, causing a slight snarl to come from Robin as he glared at them through his domino mask. “No, no I do not for your information.”

“Of course not…what was I expecting from you.” Damian groans under his breath, head tilting back, met by the sight of the forest treetops above them, it almost feels like a cage with how he can’t see the sky past the leaves. The leaves crunch under his feet with every step he takes before he looks forward again, eyes following the shadows subconsciously, hoping for a glimpse of civilization or a clearing, anything but more forest.

Silence passed over them, the sounds of the forest filling the void of their voices, he could feel them growing heavy in his arms as their eyelids drooped slightly. Damian says nothing, letting them rest in his arms as he changes his objective to trying to find shelter, he may not be able to see the sun but he can tell that the sky is darkening and staying out in the forest at night doesn’t seem like a smart move.

It took a few minutes for him to find something he viewed as suitable, walking up a cave, he went to check to make sure it wasn’t occupied, setting them down by a tree as their breathing was even, having dozed off while he was searching for shelter. He peeked around the corner, checking the interior of the cave, luckily finding it empty and rather small, essentially a hole in a rock, but it’ll do for the night. Damian shuffles back over to where they were resting, they had stirred while he was away, sleepily glaring at them when he returned to their side.

“You…left me.” They grumble, their voice riddled with sleep and disgruntlement, their lips pursed as they scowl while he wordlessly lifts them back into his arms, staring at their face with a deadpan expression,

“I was checking a cave for security so we can sleep through the night.” Damian carries them over to the cave, crouching down when he enters, sitting down on the cold rocky ground, setting them in his lap without hesitation or question. “Sleep. I’ll keep watch.” He spoke in such a way that he wasn’t asking them to sleep, he was telling them, not giving them the choice of taking the first watch.

They cross their arms, begrudgingly laying their head against his chest, face squished against the front of his suit as he wrapped his cape around them to keep them both warm, he watches as their eyes shut once again, their breathing evening out as they eventually dozed off, leaving Damian to watch the outside of the cave, green eyes peering out into the darkness ahead, his hold on them subconsciously tightening any time he hears a creak of the trees or a snap of a branch, making the internal decision to protect them until they escape.

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[Requests!] + [Masterlist!]

[monotonesmile]

Can some of y’all request some fics so I have something to write while I’m on a plane? Please? I’m bored, I need something to do for a few hours.

[Character List]

(Is this begging? I apologize if it is, I just like writing, gives me the happy juices.)

[monotonesmile]

Hey pookie UwU I heard ur starving for requests :333 since u love me and because I’m the most specialest birthday boy ever, can I request another batch of headcanons of my beloved Black Beetle? UwU ily I’ll be working on ur request u sent me in return (and dying) :3

Sorry u got ur hopes up for anything serious teehee >:3

Even more Black Beetle rambles

[Black Beetle x GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Swearing]

[Fic Genre: Headcanons, Fluff]

[Notes: Well hello again pookie, thank you for the request, I am dying to write. Let’s go with more random bullshit. Legit is just gonna be me rambling about the Reach as a species because my only exposure to them is Young Justice, and Black Beetle.]

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Reach as a whole are durable due to hard exoskeletons, but Black Beetle has a unique exoskeleton which makes him much more durable, hence why he was chosen as a Reach Warrior.

I know nothing about Reach as a society so I will inflict my own ideas onto them.

Where they’re from, you have to be chosen to earn a Scarab, and then you are usually placed into different categories/roles. Though I feel like this is a very grueling process, similar to just being in the military.

Black Beetle ended up as a Warrior because of his brute strength and durability, and of course, his ability to listen to commands. Yes, his Scarab is on-mode, no that doesn’t stop him from being an asshole.

Like the rest of the Reach, he probably only views humans as “Meat”, but he won’t admit that he does enjoy some of the things they’ve made, he stole pillows, he was tired of sleeping on solid metal.

Black Beetle is literally so large that he’s a perfect bed to lay on, he doesn’t sleep often, but he’ll lay there while you sleep on top of him. Just don’t expect him to take the armor off.

So we all know that he’s a brute in battle, besides the time he got his ass handed to him by teenagers multiple times, but the guy is muscular, that much is obvious, and I feel he’d have the habit of just carrying people smaller than him without even realizing. He holds you like a cat or by the scruff.

He growls, this is obvious, if he knows you like the growling, he will do it way more often, because he knows you like it.

He’s cocky but he’s not stupid, he knows when he needs backup, and he’s willing to accept it, doesn’t mean he likes it though.

His palms are softer than the rest of him as they’re needed to feel things without an exoskeleton in the way, though his are calloused from years of being a Reach Warrior. He won’t admit it, but he likes when you hold his hands or trace any scars he has.

He sits in a manspread, that’s it.

Black Beetle is genuinely fascinated by heartbeats, Reach don’t have loud ones due to their exoskeleton muffling them, so it’s not often he can hear one, he’ll usually lay on top of your chest, listening to it.

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[Requests are open!]

[monotonesmile]

Soothe the pain

[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 692]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort]

[Notes: i had a headache and decided to write this while I wait for requests, which hey! My requests are open!]

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Damian read his book in silence, sitting in his bed, since he doesn’t have much to do at the moment, he doesn’t have patrol, homework, or training to do, he decided to read a book while his partner took a shower, the only other noise filling the room was the sound of the shower in the background. It left him with a comfortable atmosphere as he flipped the page of his book, though he paused when he heard the shower turn off, glancing up to see them walk out of the bathroom in their pajamas, looking mildly annoyed and uncomfortable.

“What is the matter, Habibi?” Damian questions as his eyebrows pinched together, noticing their uncomfortable disposition. He closed his book, sitting upright as they approached the bed.

“Headache…” They grumble, flopping onto the bed only for Damian to pull them up towards the pillows so they can at least rest correctly on his bed, rather than laying limply off the side.

“Have you had enough water?” Internally, Damian was running through everything that could cause a person a headache while he adjusted the pillows under their head, brushing their damp hair out of their face. Usually, he’d be a bit more upset by them laying in bed with wet hair, but now is not the time.

“Yes…I can’t get away with not drinking water because you always make sure I drink enough.” They sigh, rubbing their temples as their head throbs with aching pain, luckily, it’s just incredibly uncomfortable, not debilitating pain.

“You need to drink more water, I know how you are.” Damian huffs, poking their cheek before pressing the back of his hand against their forehead, watching their face scrunch at his touch before leaning into it, almost making him smile. “Well, you’re not sick.”

“I coulda told you that…” They mumble as his hands cup their face instead, his green eyes tracing their features, looking for any physical ailments.

“I'd ask if you’ve eaten today, but I was there when you ate earlier at dinner.” Damian gently rubs his thumbs against their cheekbones, sighing as he wants to help soothe their headache but doesn’t know how, at least, not without using a painkiller.

“I could just have a headache…sometimes it just happens.” They lean into his hands, their head pounding but he was helping with his warm hands.

Damian hums under his breath, silently accepting that they could be right, they could just have a headache, it happens sometimes. “Do you want a painkiller?” Still, he worries about them, knowing that headaches can cause them uncomfortableness.

“Kinda…I’ll take one and sleep it off.” They just want the headache to go away, so they might as well take some medicine and just go to bed to sleep the pain off.

“I’ll go get you one, just stay in bed and rest, beloved.” Damian murmurs, pressing a light kiss to their forehead before getting up and going to the bathroom to retrieve some painkillers, likely Advil.

They stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling as their mind aches, closing their eyes as they try to will the annoying sensation of their headache away as they wait for Damian to return. They could hear Damian shuffling around in the bathroom as he was searching the cabinets and drawers for some medicine for them. Their eyes open as the bed dips when Damian joins them again, handing them a cup of water while they sit up, accepting the water and pill. He waited patiently as they took the pill and then drank the water, making sure they swallowed it.

“There…it’ll take a while before it kicks in, but you should try to sleep.” Damian runs a hand through their hair, helping them to settle into bed, pulling the covers over their body. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Thanks, Damian…” They murmur as they nestle into his soft pillows, their headache and the long day they had previously making them tired, eyes drooping closed.

“Sleep well, beloved…” Damian whispers softly, kissing their forehead as he gets into bed next to them, pulling them into his warm embrace, wrapped up in the blankets and his arms.

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Hey! It’s been some time since my last request.

I have another for you to try and it’s involved with everyone’s favorite silent former gladiator/communication officer.

May I request a fic involving [TFP] Soundwave where he and [Reader] [Cybertronian] [Autobot] [Gender Neutral] were exes?

[Prompt]: Soundwave and [Reader] were courting back on Cybertron before the war. They separated due to choosing their opposing factions and years passed, they ran into each other again. They have a “confrontation” after a long time while being trapped together in a cave system where the only exit was closed off (the visualization takes place during a mission). [Reader] would ask him if it is possible for the two to “try again” with their previous relationship after the war is finally over.

Love Never Lost

[Soundwave X GN!Cybertronian!Reader]

[Word Count: 1.5k]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort]

[Notes: AH SOUNDERS! I do remember you, I love how you wrote your requests! It makes everything so much easier for me to write! I may have made him a bit more emotional, but then I reminded myself, Soundwave isn’t emotionless, he just doesn’t talk, who knows what’s going on in his head. But! I hope you enjoy this anyway! holy crap it’s getting harder to name these things.]

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It was stellar cycles before the war had ever even been a thought or possibility, Soundwave was a known gladiator alongside many other notorious names, and at the time, he had been courting a bot that came from a life nothing like his own, one where they knew when their next meal was, that provided them safety, and yet, regardless of their upbringing, he loved them and they loved him in return, with everything in their spark.

He saw how much they cared for not just him after his rounds in the gladiatorial ring, but his minicons as well, he saw how kind they were as they helped patch up any of their injuries, and it was just something that made him love them even more each day.

They cared for him so dearly, they would attend the shows at the gladiatorial ring, and watch him battle, even if they weren’t a fan of it themself, but afterwards, they would go down to where he would be resting, and help him patch up any injuries he gained during his fights. They’d often bring his minicons gifts, spoiling them so they have some semblance of normalcy, and it always made his spark feel full whenever they’d bring him or his minicons a gift, often handmade or something they asked for.

Then…everything began to crumble and fall apart, a gladiator by the name of Megatron began to lead a revolution against the society they had been trapped in for so many stellar cycles, and Soundwave had joined him as his right hand mech, refusing to be just an object for entertainment any longer. Soundwave waited for them to follow him, believing that they’d see the same negligence and abuse the system had done to him and so many more like him…but they didn’t agree with him.

They could see that he had been through so much, they saw that in how many times they had to help carry him home and patch his wounds with the limited medical equipment they had, but they couldn’t agree with their methods of revolution, with the violence, the bloodshed of bots they knew, so they turned him down, they couldn’t hurt someone for the sole crime of just existing.

And that answer, their denial of joining him in the Decepticon cause, had almost shattered his spark, knowing that they’re going to leave him behind, either to avoid the coming battle or to join the Autobots, he didn’t know which, but he knew he was going to be alone once again. Yet, before they left, they turned to him with a saddened expression, and wished him luck, telling him to survive, no matter what happens, because they still loved him and wanted him to stay safe,

As they left, Soundwave felt as if part of his spark left with them.

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Stellar cycles had passed and he has seen them so many times throughout the war, both on Earth and Cybertron before it fell, and he had to watch as their frame slowly changed through the war, becoming something better suited for a war he had wished they were never going to be apart of, no longer were they the bot he met during the peaceful times before the war, and he knew that they had likely changed because of it, just as he has, but deep down, he hoped in his spark that they still loved him and that…he still held that love in his own spark.

During one of the many missions between the Autobots and Decepticons, deep in a Decepticon energon mine, one of the rare ones that Soundwave happens to be apart of, gunfire and blasts were ringing across the cave walls, dust picking up as mechs move across the floor, trying to advance as the Autobots return fire. Soundwave does everything to mostly avoid their optics, lest they end up in a fight, which neither of the two want, so they avoid each other, dancing around the others frame, having a silent agreement to never hurt each other that has withstood the tides of war, they likely couldn’t even harm the other if ordered too,

As shots ring out throughout the cave, it begins to tremble and shake, rocks starting to tumble from the ceiling and walls as cracks begin to form, the weight shifting around the Cybertronians as they cave begins to give way, both sides signaling to retreat, rushing towards any exit the cave has, the rocks falling start to tumble in front of the exits, blocking them, some coming down on a few Vehicons, crushing the mechs beneath.

The other Autobots and Decepticons had managed to escape before the cave collapsed, but unfortunately for the two ex sparkmates, they had become trapped after one of the falling rocks struck them in shoulder, and Soundwave had paused instinctively to look back at them in worry as the exits became blocked, leaving them trapped inside the crumbling cave, their only hope of escape now being their factions coming to their rescue, they couldn’t dig their way out, it would only drain them of their energy too quickly, and who knows how many rock are between them and freedom.

So, that left them no choice but to wait for their factions to dig them out, knowing that Soundwave is far too valuable to the Decepticons and Megatron to leave him in a cave with the enemy, and the Autobots never leave anyone behind, so they sit and wait for their rescue to come, however long that might end up being.

They know that Soundwave took an oath of silence during the war, becoming the eyes and ears for Megatron and his cause, and they have always respected him for it, never once forcing him to speak to them or use his real voice, they could always read him from just his movements alone, they always could, even when they were together, or he just put something on his visor to indicate emotions.

Silence fills the air as they sit there, listening to the creaking of the cave around them, the sound of rocks clattering against the walls and floor, before the silence was broken by the sound of their voice. “Soundwave?” Their voice was the same and yet…different, they sounded tired, exhausted from the battle previously.

Soundwave lifted his helm, glancing over at them, giving them the sign that he was listening to them now, he always would, it was his job to listen, and he would’ve listened to them for the rest of his life if everything went right.

“Do…do you still care about me?” Their voice was quiet, as if afraid of what his answer would be, but he had noticed that they didn’t ask if he still loved them, no, they asked if he still cares about them.

The silence weighed heavy on them both as Soundwave stared at the wall before him for a moment before he gave a slight, almost solemn nod, of course he still cares about them, he never stopped caring about them even when they had chosen the Autobots over him, as over time, he knew why they chose the Autobots over the Decepticons, they weren’t made for the type of lifestyle that he had been living, they weren’t someone that could create mindless bloodshed.

A moment of silence passed through the stale air of the cave before they mustered up their courage to speak again. “Do…do you think we could…start over? When the war ends, that is…” They were hesitant to ask, they hadn’t been together for so long, they don’t even know if he feels the same way as before, they can’t blame him if he doesn’t.

Even though Soundwave doesn’t have a face, only a visor, they could see the way his frame had tensed up at the question, recognizing that they had surprised him with it. His helm turned towards them as he stared at them while they sat on one of the rocks that came down earlier, he didn’t move for a moment before a voice clip played from his visor.

“Maybe one day.” It wasn’t his voice, but they knew the sentiment behind it, and he wanted to give them a better answer than just a nod or shrug.

“I think I’d like that…” They smile slightly at him, even during the war, they never hated each other for choosing a different side, they had different opinions and views, but their love never blinded them. “I never did stop loving you…I can only hope the war ends soon.” They sigh, glancing down at their servos, tired of fighting, tired of losing friends to this war.

Soundwave steps closer to them, not fully beside them, but close enough that they could feel the warmth coming off his frame, he didn’t need to use words or gestures, they knew now that he felt the same, both about their feelings and the war, even Soundwave was getting tired of fighting, but maybe when it’s over, they can be together again.

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More Blitzmix for my soul as I do things.

Blitzwing worries over small wife, Little One finds this nasty, and Remix just wants to be put down.

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Requests are open!

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[Love, Death, and…Zombies?]

Chapter Two: Nightshade

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[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 3.1k]

[Warnings: Swearing, Gore, Description of body horror]

[Prev Chapter -> Next Chapter!]

[Notes: I finally got this done! I hope you enjoy the second chapter!]

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The sun rising over the horizon casts a soft warm glow through the windows of the rundown, abandoned house they took shelter in the night prior, and unfortunately for Damian, he gets a rude awakening as the sunlight hits him right in the face, forcing him to wake up to the reality around him. Damian groans as he sits up, hearing the birds chirping outside, singing their morning song that signals their safety for the time being.

“Mm…” Damian groans in annoyance, his voice groggy and rough as he rubs his eyes before running a hand through his hair, trying his best to tame his raven locks before he glanced over and spotted his begrudging companion. “Right…them.” He mutters, recalling the events of yesterday before reaching over and tapping their shoulder to try and wake them up.

Even as he taps their shoulder repeatedly, they only respond by grumbling and stubbornly keeping their eyes shut, clearly not wanting to wake up and start the day. Damian can’t help but question in his mind how they managed to survive this long if they’re this stubborn to just wake up. He rolls his eyes, continuing his pestering by nudging their shoulder, which is still only met by sleepy grumbles, eventually, Damian gets tired of their stubbornness and decides to fully shake them, forcing them to jolt upright and awake, which results in him being shot a sleepy glare.

Damian scowls in return, both maintaining a glaring stare before he finally speaks. “Are you still feeling ill? Or has it gotten better?” He knows it’s just a cold, but even he can’t help but worry, especially in the environment they have to survive in.

“Yeah, I’m feeling better.” They nod, yawning quietly as they cover their mouth. They're obviously still a bit sick, given their exhausted demeanor, which he supposed is the explanation for the reluctance to get up, but even he can see that their face is clearing up from their illness.

“Good.” Damian grunts, nodding to himself as he looks them over, subconsciously checking to see if they were lying. “Here, better eat before we go.” He offered them some food, even if it was only dried meat, but that was because it was far easier to carry and it will last longer than anything fresh.

“Thank you…” They accept it with a tired mumble and small smile, taking the dried meat from his outstretched hand, beginning to eat what they could.

Damian watches as they eat from out of the corner of his eye, making sure that they’re actually eating, he knows that being sick sometimes can destroy a person's appetite, and while he’d never say it out loud, especially to them, he does want them to survive and live, it may be the instincts from his days as Robin, it could be the League of Assassins training he endured, but either way, he makes sure they at least eat.

Seeing that they’re eating, he starts to eat his share of the food, checking the small pouch he carries the meat in and grimacing as he can tell that there’s certainly not enough for two people. “We need to try and find some more food, I don’t have nearly enough for both of us.”

They blink slowly at him, his words processing slowly in their mind before they nod in agreement. “I can hunt an animal if we come across a deer or something, might be a bit…difficult cause I don’t have my spear,” They shrug, finishing their portion of food before looking over at him and continuing. “All I really have is a hunting knife, and that’s mainly for skinning an animal.”

“It won’t be difficult for me to find some sharp metal and make a spear, there’s a plethora of scrap metal littering Gotham, wood isn’t hard to find either.” Damian shrugs, finishing his own food as he starts to gather the sleeping roll he had slept on. “I would offer my sword, but I don’t fully trust you…and it’s my weapon.” He glanced at them with narrowed eyes, as if expecting them to betray him at some point.

“It’s fine, I don’t really use swords…I prefer being able to throw my weapon.” They shrug, turning to him, though it’s obvious that they prefer long distance combat rather than his rather close combat. “But I’d be thankful if you could help me get the supplies for a new spear!” They smile at him, still as enthusiastic as ever, albeit, they’re still slightly groggy.

“Alright, let’s get our stuff picked up and get going.” Damian sighs, picking himself up and off the ground so he can clear the empty fire pit he made last night, as they get up from the blanket he let them borrow.

“Oh, this is yours.” They hand him the extra blanket, which he blinks at, he honestly wasn’t expecting them to return it, but he grabs it back after a prolonged pause, placing it back in his backpack. Maybe that’s why they gave it back, they don’t have a bag to carry it in.

It took them a few minutes to gather their things and clear out the evidence of them residing in the abandoned house, but once their finished, Damian signals them to follow as he approached the front door, checking their surroundings for a moment before exiting the home when he determines it to be safe, the birds still singing as they start to head down the street through the suburban neighborhood.

As they walk down the street, Damian was searching for any scrap metal that looks durable enough to last for a while as a spear head, while they were grabbing some long branches and wood, hopping over some overgrown vines, humming a random tune he doesn’t know. It would be enough reason for him to assume that they’re gathering either firewood or the handle of their missing spear, seeing that they likely have experience with making spears from the material around them.

Damian picks up some stray metal shards as they walk closer to the looming buildings of what was once the city of Gotham, taking one of the longer sticks from them to start makeshifting a spear for them, he knew it was rather dangerous to get this close to the city, but with all the plant life that had grown in from the outskirts and overtaken the city, animals had become far more common in the center of the city nowadays.

“Hmph…Ivy sure would be happy with this sight if she’s still alive…” Damian mutters under his breath as he stares up at the vines and moss that crawl over the concrete, breaking through it as Mother Nature proves its strength and willpower now that there aren't as many humans here anymore.

“Wha- Hey! Goddammit…” Damian groans as he notices that they had wandered off while gathering sticks, groaning as he walks over to them, grabbing them by the back of their jacket and lightly, yet sternly, pulling them back towards him and the original path. “Don’t wander off, I am still baffled that you managed to survive this long considering your…inability…with staying on path.” He huffs as he drags them back to where they were originally walking.

“Rude much?” They huff at him with a grumpy frown, following him begrudgingly as he was literally dragging them back. “Uh…Damian?” They mutter, pausing as they look around, confused by something.

“What?” Damian sighs, rubbing his temples, the longer he deals with this, the worse of a headache he’s going to get.

“Isn’t it…rather quiet?” They look back at Damian, as the sudden realization hits him, it’s quiet.

“…shit.” They had barely even reached the outskirts of the city, and the birds had silenced their songs, sensing the danger he nearly missed if it wasn’t for their reminder, he had been so distracted by their wandering that he hadn’t noticed. “Stop moving.” Damian gestures for them to stop, holding his hand in front of them as they froze.

There was no sound of birds or animals, the breeze had seemingly vanished, leaving a haunting chill in the air that sent shivers down his spine as the sound of something he never wanted to encounter approached, groans of agony and thudding footsteps was all he could hear for a moment. The sickening sounds of bones snapping under the weight of something that could no longer hold its own weight and yet persisted in movement, the agonizing sound that would follow as it slowly approaches their location.

Infected.

“Move.” Damian hissed in a whisper, grabbing their arm to yank them down and behind an overturned car that laid on its side, slapping his hand over their mouth to silence them, knowing they’d try to say something, receiving a disgruntled huff against his palm. “Be silent.”

He watches through a car mirror that laid on the ground nearby, likely broken off when the car was turned onto its side, but every single time he sees one of those things, he wants to gag, the smell in of itself was horrid, but having to watch a twisted and distorted version of a human trudge down the street and past the car they hid behind was sickening.

The creature was groaning in against as it’s twisted limbs thud against the street, the bones cracking under its weight, its legs extended past any human normalcy and capabilities, bent in such a way that it was shocking it could even walk, arms were growing from its back, breaking through the skin as they were mangled and ripped apart from vultures and carrion eating birds, he could almost see the maggots and insects that festered in the open wounds on its body.

At this point, Damian couldn’t even tell what this person was, or who they used to be, there was barely a fragment of a human being left in it, the stench of rotting flesh was making his eyes water, making him have to hold back a gag. He stayed silent even despite the smell, trying to still his heart as it hammers inside his chest, his breathing was near silent but shaky, and he could feel their breathing against his hand, shaky as well, maybe even more than his, but neither of them made any movement, staying as still as they can to avoid making any sound.

“shit, shit, shit…” Damian’s mind was racing as the creature slowly passed by the overturned car, he could only hope it couldn’t hear his heart or their breathing, watching as it stumbled behind a building as it turned the corner, disappearing from his line of sight.

He keeps them hidden for a few minutes longer, time crawling slowly by, stretching on to feel like hours before the birds start to hesitantly sing until they begin to fully chirp once they know the coast is clear and are no longer in danger. They both can breathe a sigh of relief as Damian pulls his hand away from their mouth, sitting there for a moment to let his heart calm down.

“Well fuck…that was horrifying.” They mutter, pressing a hand to their chest, feeling how hard their heart is beating, they didn’t expect to come across an infected, Damian definitely didn't either.

“Agreed,” Damian mutters, leaning his head back against the car behind them, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, knowing that they need to move before that thing comes back. “We need to get moving, preferably before that creature returns.” He sighs, pushing himself off of the ground and offering them his hand subconsciously.

“Thanks…” They take his hand, accepting his help in getting up as they get to their feet, dusting themself off as they look around their surroundings. “Take the lead.” They gesture for him to lead the way, following closely behind him when he turns down a different way to avoid the direction the infected had walked in.

They had to find a different way to try and find better supplies now, they weren’t going to risk running into anymore infected and getting hit by one. They swiftly make their way further into the city, staying close to the shadows and sticking to the alleyways, but they could tell after the encounter Damian was far more on edge now, alert to everything in their surroundings, more than they were. While their carefree attitude mildly annoys him, he doesn’t tell them that, it’s a rare thing to come by in this hellscape.

“You’re weird…” Damian grumbles as he checks behind a corner before moving further into the city.

“Aren’t we all?” They chuckle as they follow him, even though they act carefree and seemingly don’t care to watch their surroundings, they were the first to have noticed the infected that had approached them earlier.

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They had managed to make it into the city without any other altercations or incidents with infected, now having finally gathered some rather decent supplies in an abandoned store, not many people venture into the inner city due to the high amount of infected in the area and risk of infection because of it, so there was plenty of good supplies in the buildings for them to take, luckily, they managed to find medical supplies and some food preserves that should last them a while, and Damian had found them a backpack to carry their stuff in.

They hadn’t found any animals though, as they were likely scared off by the infected wandering around, but the food preserves and canned goods were more than sufficient for Damian and them, at least they would still have food.

Damian was still searching around the abandoned store for more supplies, stepping over discarded wood and broken shelves before he heard an odd sound from somewhere in the store, and given the birds were still heard from outside, it definitely wasn't one of the infected, and he didn’t know where they were in the store. So, he makes his way over to see what the cause was, only to find them sitting on the floor, sharpening a stick with their knife while other sticks laid around them, some with metal shards attached to them, wrapped with rope to make them a spearhead.

“What…are you doing?” Damian tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he watches them sharpen the stick, wood shavings littering the ground around them, the only thing going through his mind was utter confusion.

“Makin’ a spear.” They shrug, whittling away at the stick with their hunting knife, checking the sharpness every so often by stabbing a piece of cardboard that was lying nearby them.

“I got you a spear…” Damian questions, referring to a spear he had made while they were walking to the city, which he spots resting against the wall behind them, in perfect condition, like they didn’t want to damage something he gave them.

“Yeah…and I need more than one?” They glanced up at him from their spot on the floor with a raised eyebrow, looking at him like he’s an absolute fool.

“Why?” Damain chose to ignore the look they’re giving him, even if he scowls at them for it, but questions why they could possibly need so many spears or weapons in general, he only carries his sword and the Escrima sticks his older brother had.

“One spear isn’t enough, it’s gonna break eventually.” The way they spoke was such a matter of fact tone that made Damian question himself for a moment, because they aren’t wrong, before another thought crossed his mind.

“How hard are you throwing them to need multiple spears?” Damian stared at them as he questioned himself mentally, because why wouldn’t they need multiple spears, they would need an amazing aim to only require one.

Their only response was a shrug as they returned their focus to sharpening the stick in their hand, placing it with the others once they were finished sharpening and then picking up another stick to continue.

“That’s more horrifying than any other answer you could’ve given me.” Damian mutters at the nonverbal response he was just given, now questioning how strong the person in front of them actually is if they’re breaking the spears by solely throwing them.

“I…” Damian shakes his head with a sigh escaping him. “Get your things, we’re leaving the city, it’s far too dangerous here with the infected around, and I’m not going to risk our lives any further.” He helped them start to gather up their spears as they shrugged and went along with him, there were only a few long spears with metal spearheads attached, most of them were shorter, like stakes, and could easily be carried in their bag.

They put the longer spears in a sheath on their back, under their new bag where they’ve placed everything else. “Alright, I’m good.” They get up from the floor, adjusting the weight of the bag on their back, grabbing the spear Damian made for them from the wall they placed it against.

They exit the abandoned store, heading down the empty streets as they go to leave the dangerous area, the birds chirping filling the warm air as they dodge any vines littering the ground. Damian glances up, squinting his eyes as he checks the sun’s position to know the time of day, finding it to be nearly right above them, signaling it to be midday, they’ve only been here for a few hours, and most of that time was just walking.

Damian glanced at them from the corner of his eye, muttering to himself. “You’re so weird about spears…” He wasn’t hiding what he was saying even if he was muttering under his breath as they had noticed and only chuckled in response.

“Yeah, well, you’re weird about your sword too.” They chuckle as they nudge him with their shoulder, grinning at him as he frowns at them in return, but it doesn’t dull their mood or smile. He rolls his eyes before they settle into a comfortable silence as they walk down the street, the song of the birds around them fills their ears in a soothing sound.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, passing by towering buildings that were crumbling, moss crawling up the walls of concrete before their voice broke through the silence. “I like ya! Even if you’re a bit odd.” They grinned at him, hopping over a crack in the asphalt beneath their feet.

“Yeah,” Damian huffs as they reach the edge of the city limits, looking back at them as they enter the outskirts, where they headed towards safer grounds. “Sure you do…” He mutters as they fall back into silence, now listening to the birds sing as the sky is clear, the sun shining above them.

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