#How to Cat Burglar a Family

[paintedcrows]

There you are, hiding from your friend Bill, are we?

Or, why you should never let your demon near your brother pet cat. Fan art for the wonderful fic 'How to Cat Burglar a Family' by @dark-lord-of-awesomeness! It's now complete! And (despite how this looks) very sweet!!

[grillesscheese]

horrible yuck baby becomes somehow horrible-r and other captions by fiddleford mcgucket

from chapterr 12 of @dark-lord-of-awesomeness ‘s fic

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

GIRL OMG I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR CAT STAN FIC FROM PAINTED CROWS AND I'M ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY INTERESTED IN READING IT WHEN I CAN!! Right away I'm totally imagining all of the silly scenarios that could happen between Stan and Lazy Susan lol.

Ah thank you! She doesn't make an appearance besides some vague mentions unfortunately, but I can just imagine the horror from Stan's end.

It's my first fic so I hope you enjoy it!

[cherrrydragon]

➤ find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)

CHAPTER ONE: WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

← back to chapter list

SUMMARY ↳ A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other. A particle accelerator. pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne wc: 2.1k

In every universe the Spider is a hero. Some go by different names, some can create their own organic webs, and some have their own cat burglar to wrestle with. One constant, for sure, is that they all are bitten by a spider. You are not the exception.

You were bit when you were 13, and for the last 5 years, you have been the “one and only” Spinnerette! It had been a rocky start, but things are looking okay now. You’ve got a family, a real, strong and fun family.

“You’ve been officially added to my hitlist, Tony, watch you’re motherfucking back.”

“Oh, goody. You might be the only person who hasn’t hired a sniper on me before.”

Loving family, of course.

There was an idea to put together a group of remarkable people to see if they could fight the battles humanity could not. It was called the “Avenger Initiative.” A billionaire, super soldier, scientist, Russian spy, master archer and a God walk into a Shawarma restaurant, wonder what it leads to. The Avengers currently all (mostly) live in the former Stark Tower.

You also currently live in the former Stark Tower. It’s a dream come true. Everyone is happy, everyone is healthy, and your relationships with each Avenger is thriving.

“When’s the last time you ate, kiddo?” asks Tony, stepping inside your personal lab he had gifted you for your 15th birthday. Your hands move deftly, fluid and familiar in fixing your web-shooters.

“A definitely normal time,” is your reply. “Hey, what did you do with the Iron Spider suit? I’ve been looking for it everywhere. I’m thinking about tweaking some of the web combinations.”

“It’s charging, where else would it be? Also, here.” He puts a bag of sandwiches from Delmar’s. You grin and reach out for it. “You know me so well.”

“I know you best,” he clicks, and reaches out to ruffle your hair, only because you let him. “Can you tell Nat I fixed her widow bites? And tell Sam I fixed that dent in his wings, too.” You take a bite of a sandwich. “I’m unna pakrol inna vit.”

He pinches your cheek. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s disgraceful.” Stay safe.

“[Name], it may be more efficient to patrol without music blasting in your ears,” says your ever so faithful AI, Karen.

You huff goodnaturedly. “ Ear , Karen. Singular. It’s never screwed me over before, I promise I am a responsible music listener.” The thwip of your webs shooting out has always been a comforting sound. It’s a reminder, of who you are, of what you stand for. All your accomplishments (failures too, but the pain is grounding.) “Also, please place an order for the new Batman comic, I forgot to do it earlier.”

“I find it contradicting how you say you are a casual enjoyer, yet own nearly every issue of any and all related Batman comics.”

“I don’t believe in consistency… or whatever Hobie would say.”

The discovery and confirmation of the multiverse was not as surprising as it should’ve been, but it was daunting all the same. You’ve never really been alone since your life at the Tower, but it was a whole new type of connection, finding out there were other Spiders, other you’s . Then, of course, there was that whole “Miles, you’re the original anomaly!” fiasco. Luckily, the situation ended up resolved, and there are (mostly) no hard feelings. You haven’t met another [Name] [L.Name] yet, but there are plenty of other Spider’s to learn from.

“Numerous suspicious activity reports have taken place downtown. I suggest checking it out.”

“You’re the boss, Karen.” You twist your body, changing your momentum and direction, heading downtown. You do flips and tricks, with all the grace of a ballerina. The nanotech is perfectly flexible enough for your dramatics. Tony had spontaneously made the suit for you, as the fabric of your old one didn’t provide as much armor as he needed for peace of mind.

“I am detecting a multiversal instability. Tread carefully.”

The eyes of your suit squint. “Get Miguel on this.”

It isn’t often a multiversal problem pops up in your universe. With people like Stephen Strange and Wanda Maximoff holding cosmic power in relation to interdimensional activity, and the Space Stone itself, your universe holds up well in defense to multiverse activity. But even so, space is unpredictable.

Miguel, despite all his grievances with you and the Peter Parker of Earth-199999, equipped you both with a Web-Watch (you and the other Spiderlings agreed Gizmo was lame). You don’t use it much unless it’s to go chill at the Spider HQ or visit the other ‘Lings in their universes. Whatever iota of guilt he felt after the whole Miles thing manifested itself as overprotectiveness, and he insists on dealing with all spatial related problems himself. You’ll indulge him, if only to bother him about the tech in his universe.

You’re met with a warehouse, abandoned, because of course it is. “No heat signature’s,” you mumble, the suit scanning for signs of life. You hop down through a hole in the roof silently, looking around. There’s random tech and machine parts scattered around, which is never a good sign. It’s easy to miss for the untrained eye, but you spot a hidden elevator mechanism and step inside it. If anything goes wrong, you trust your spider-sense to get you the hell out of dodge.

The way down is ominous, if not for the almost complete darkness, then for the red blinking lights. Your sense tingles, not sensing any immediate danger, but very uncomfortable down here.

d on’t feel good not safe for long leave quickly

Going en pointe (because going on your actual tippy toes to increase stealth is just way too good), you sneak carefully. Just because there are no living dangers doesn’t mean there are none at all. The room is as dark as the rest of the place, and while you can turn on night vision, it’s not as efficient in understanding what the hell you might be looking at.

“Karen, is there a light switch in here?” Your voice echoes in the large room.

“To your left, [Name].” Sure enough, there actually is a light switch that you find after groping the wall. “Huh,” you hum, pleasantly surprised. A flick of the switch activates the many overhead lights and reveals a daunting sight.

A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other.

A particle accelerator.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Ok- uh. Karen, contact Tony, and Bruce. Can you tell if it’s been active recently?”

“I am picking up a recent signal, yes. I theorize the recent earthquakes are because of test runs.”

Miles once told you his story. Finding the particle accelerator, his Spider-Man’s death. You remember placing a hand on his shoulder, and you remember him grasping it tightly. It was a complicated time in his life.

“How did he destroy it again…?” you murmur, looking around the machine. “A goober.. right. How did Peni make it, though?” Pulling up your wrist, you scan the machine. “Please contact Peni as well, K.”

Stilling your posture, you look up at the accelerator. You have no doubt nothing good will come from whoever is behind this. Those who try to manipulate powers greater than them always receive a rude awakening. Maybe, by the grace of some higher power, you can somehow rope the Space Stone into this. You know better than to think they don’t have some kind of sentience. Maybe you’re just getting ahead of yourself–

watch out! behind you!

When you turn around, there’s nothing behind you. You’re on high alert now. Your sense doesn’t make mistakes, so either a sniper is pointing his gun at you, or someone who can cloak themselves in around you, and neither of those are good. You breathe in, honing your senses, the situation is far too delicate for you to stumble.

“Show yourself,” you demand. “If you’re smart enough to build this then understand when I say I will find you.”

there! right there!

You turn and send a web to where your senses pointed. The person grunts, trapped in your solution. You pull them toward you. “Show yourself,” you repeat.

A sigh leaves the person's mouth. Then, slowly, their form reveals itself. It’s like Miles' ability to go invisible. Before you is someone your age, must be. And yet the way they carry themselves is reminiscent of somebody who has been through far too much for someone their age. So, basically every Spider you know.

Which is on brand apparently, because this person must be like you. There is no other possibility. The web patterns on their suit, the bug eyes of their mask, the invisibility thing.

“You’re…” you mutter.

“Like you,” they finish.

Your eyes narrow. “The hell are you doing, man? Surely a Spider knows this if some fuckshit,” you gesture to the massive machine. “What are you even doing here?”

Their suits eyes squint. “It’s a delicate matter.”

“Yeah. Obviously,” you roll your eyes. “Not like a bridge to different dimensions is any walk in the park.”

“It’s none of your business,” they huff.

“Hell yeah, it is. You’re me, basically. You’re building a particle accelerator in my universe. By the way, let’s talk about that. Why not just carry out your evil plans in your own home? Did Venom get you or something? We can like, do something about that. Probably–”

“Enough nonsense,” they spit.

“Oh, okay.”

The room lights up, and the particle accelerator whirls to life. The room shakes, no doubt another earthquake beginning to affect the city. A whirlwind of colors fill your vision. Your hand curls the cuff of their suit into your fist.

“What did you do.”

“I’m doing what I have to.”

It happens fast, far faster than your senses could have warned you. Your web restricting them snaps and their hands grab you.

“You’ll survive.” Their hands destroy your watch. “I’m not so cruel.”

And you’re thrown into the web of the universe.

Waking up in an unfamiliar environment has happened far more times than it should have. It’s instinct that pulls you up from the ground. Your body is sore, your head hurts, and the eyes of your suit are genuinely tweaking.

“Karen…” you groan.

“I am unable to connect to any Mr. Stark’s satellites. I detect multiple bruises all over your body, no broken bones. The suit is in functioning condition, 92% charge left.”

“Yeah, we are definitely not in New York anymore. My New York, anyway.” You look up. Your environment is gloomy, the skies are gray, and the buildings have seen better days.

“I’ve connected to the satellites I can detect that are currently in orbit.”

“I need out of this suit, K.” The nanites retract into your web-shooters, now disguised as regular bracelets. You pause and think. “Gimme some glasses, actually. I still need you.” A couple of nanites crawl up your body and form frames on your face. “I can always count on you, K.”

“I’ve created a route to a public library with computers for you.”

The walk to the library has you on edge. Your sense isn’t exactly reacting like it would when you’re in immediate danger, but it’s buzzing constantly. You sigh to yourself. There should’ve been a protocol made for this as soon as you found out about the multiverse. It would’ve definitely been called the “We’re Not In Kansas Anymore Protocol.”

“I’ll start making that protocol for you,” Karen says. You hadn’t realized you’d been talking outloud, sighing. “Thanks, K.”

People keep glancing at you when you walk by before ultimately minding their own business. You’re sure that you give them that uncanny valley feeling, even if you look like a regular human. Effects of being from another universe, you guess. 

Walking up the steps to the library, you think about your next move. You should worry about living your situation. You have no clue how long you’ll be here before someone finds you (or, god forbid, you build your own way back home). You know how to be sneaky and steal, hopefully it doesn’t have to come to that though. You look up, thinking, and pause when your eyes spot something.

Gotham City Public Library.

What. The. Fuck.

In hindsight, it shouldn’t be so surprising. Infinite universes, infinite possibilities, so on and so forth. It had never crossed your thoughts that the silly stories you like (read: obsess over) could be a real universe out there. You don’t like to think about it too hard.

“Karen. Where are we.”

“My map tells me we are currently located in Gotham City, New Jersey.” Big yikes.

“Okay. Change of plans. We are going anywhere but here. Let’s just make up a fake identity, first. And get a job. I deserve a couple of days to think.” No way in hell are you going anywhere near that library where goddamn Oracle works.

It’ll be best to avoid everyone all together.

notes: title is a lyric from "Saturn" by SZA.

[penny00dreadful]

Santa Baby

Word count: 1.2k Rating: G Tags: Christmas fluff, getting together, Modern Setting, Santa Steve @steddieholidaydrabbles Day 25: Christmas

AO3

Let it be known that Eddie had never been one to make good decisions. Or consistent ones.

Which led him here, he guessed. Sitting at his computer at two in the morning, on what was technically Christmas Day now because he had sworn to himself he would go to bed at a reasonable time, he was just going to play a few more minutes of his game.

So when he heard something go bump in the night in the dark of his shitty little apartment, he had probably been a little too overtired and not exactly thinking straight.

He had poked his head out into his living room/dining room/kitchen, a small, tiny space with barely enough room to fit a small Christmas tree, but fit a Christmas tree it did, and the sight that met him had him wondering if he needed a carbon monoxide alarm or if he was just straight up hallucinating.

The colourful lights lit up a gentle glow against thick strong arms dusted with hair and moles, the polo shirt pulling tight against his muscles. Large thighs and an even larger ass wrapped up tight in light wash jeans, a hip popped out as this Adonis before him checked off a clipboard with a slightly bored expression over his face.

The entire vision was topped off with a Santa hat sitting perfectly upon a glorious head of hair, falling gently over his forehead, looking like every dashing leading man in every romantic Christmas movie Eddie had ever seen in his entire life. 

He will blame his tiredness for what fell out of his mouth, almost in a whisper.

“Is it my birthday?”

The guy checking off a clipboard in front of his dinky little Christmas tree glanced up at the sound, completely unsurprised to see Eddie there. Giving him the once over with an appreciative smirk pulling at those tempting full pink lips, taking in the pyjama pants slung low on his hips and his cropped sleep top, the guys eyes trailed back up to Eddie’s face just before he turned back to the task at hand.

The only lasted for a second though, before the guy whipped back around in shock, staring Eddie straight in the eye.

Eddie just raised his hand and gave him a dumbfounded little wave.

The guy blinked at him.

“You can see me?”

Eddie blinked back.

“Am I not supposed to be able to? You’re not exactly the most cat of cat burglars, dude.”

“Cat burglar?” The guy turned fully to him and Eddie was able to see the polo was pulled tight over a strong chest, a thick thatch of hair poking out over the top and his mouth began to water. “I’m not a fucking cat burglar, man I’m-”

The guy hesitated.

“You’re what?” Eddie grinned to himself, unable to stop the smile coming over his face or the step forward he took, remembering the appreciative look the guy gave him. “My own little Christmas present?”

The guy shook his head, his eyes taking in Eddie’s body all over again.

“What then?” Eddie asked. “Christmas elf?” He followed suit, taking in the full, thick muscled form of the guy in front of him shamelessly. “Shouldn’t you be wearing tights?”

“Not an elf, no. More of the big guy.”

“Big guy is right.” Eddie muttered appreciatively. “Wait… what then, like… You’re Santa?”

The guy shrugged, clipboard all but forgotten now, resting in the hand that was propped casually on that popped hip.

“It’s a family business. I’m taking over from my grandfather.”

Eddie nodded, well aware he should be freaking out more for a variety of reasons but not being able to find it within himself to care much as he stepped closer, the guy tracking him with bright eyes.

“Usually people take over from their parents, or so I’m told.”

“Yeah well, my dad never really had the heart for it.”

Eddie hummed to himself, telegraphing his movements in the hope he didn’t startle the man in front of him. He reached a hand out and when the guy didn’t flinch or back away, Eddie brushed his fingers lightly through the coarse hair peeking out over his polo.

“And how about you, sweetheart? Do you have the heart?”

“Steve.”

“Eddie.”

“I know.” Steve gave his clipboard a little shake, the green foiled holly and red berries bordering the pages, glittering against the lights of the tree and he happily let Eddie fondle his chest hair.

“This might be a little forward, Steve,” Eddie grinned again, tightening his fingers into the chest hair. “But I don’t suppose you need a Mrs. Clause tonight?”

Steve smirked back, his eyebrow cocking up. “I already have a Mrs. Clause-”

“Oh.” Eddie’s grin dropped along with his heart, and he pulled his fingers away but he was stopped by Steve’s hand wrapping around his.

“She’s a lesbian, though.”

“Oh?” Eddie could tell his confusion was radiating off of him. This was not like any Christmas story he’d ever heard before.

Steve shrugged.

“There was a clause in the Santa contract. I was told I’d need a Mrs. Clause in order to take up the position. Marrying my best friend seemed like the best option.”

Eddie tightened his fingers around Steve’s while Steve continued to watch him, biting his lip.

“While I would love to take you up on your offer, Eddie,” Steve had a regretful look in his puppy dog eyes. “I’m on the clock right now and ethically I don’t know if it would be a good idea to fool around with you tonight.”

Eddie shrugged to himself, almost accepting this was some kind of insane fever dream and he was going to wake up with the shape of his keyboard indented into his cheek.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?”

Steve opened his mouth to answer, a sad smile dancing on his face but was interrupted by an insistent buzzing and overly cheerful jingle coming from his pocket.

“Shit, I have to go.”

Eddie brought Steve’s hand to his mouth, placing a kiss along the back.

“That’s alright, sweetheart, you go and bring joy to all the little kiddos.”

Steve smiled at him again.

“It was nice meeting you, Eddie.”

Eddie blinked his eyes open, somehow inexplicably bundled up in his own bed, the bright winter morning sunlight nearly blinding him through the crack in his blinds as he rolled over.

That had been one of the weirdest sober dreams he had ever had in his life.

Maybe this dry spell was getting to be too dry if he was dreaming up hot men appearing in his apartment and calling themselves Santa.

Though if it had been a dry spell dream, surely he would have actually gotten to at least kiss Steve rather than just-

Eddie paused as his hand brushed a piece of paper on the side of his bed.

He picked it up, unfolding it and knew his eyes were almost comically wide as he saw the same foiled holly and berries bordering the paper.

The grin that split over Eddie’s face and the disbelieving laugh that tore out of his throat did nothing to stop his own scrambling for his phone to punch in the number as fast as humanly possible.

AO3

As always, my biggest thanks and much love to @hbyrde36 for the beta work with this and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation!

[original-art-stories]

Merlin Fanfic list>>>

For Want of a Nail by OhThereBigBadWolf. I feel like this is a BAMF! Merlin, though it isn't tagged as such. Either way, it's still a good fic. "Fleeing from Essetir in the bloody beginnings of the Purge, Hunith finds herself on the doorstep of old friends. That's all it takes to untangle the skeins of destiny and weave a new tapestry."

I suppose that I look different (Without the robes and crown) by WingedWolf21. "When Arthur blows the horn of Cathbdhah for the second time, the horn doesn’t just send Uther to the other world. It sends Arthur away as well – to a world where Ygraine never died, the Great Purge never happened, and magic lives freely at court. As do those who practice it."

Stars Above, Stones Below By Destina. "After the disastrous end of his betrothal to Gwen and the regret of his offer to Princess Mithian, Arthur swears off finding a wife until he's ready to wed. When Merlin offers himself to Arthur as bedmate, Arthur suggests they hand-fast in secret for a single year of mutual pleasure without obligation. As their year together unfolds, and secrets and betrayals unravel around them, Arthur and Merlin learn there is no such thing as uncomplicated pleasure. Everything they thought they knew could change in a single year."

Give the Dragon a Chilli by Supercalvin. Modern with Magic. "Aithusa might have been no bigger than a house cat but she was still a dragon. That meant wings, claws, and her hoard, which in Aithusa’s case included soft pillows, fluffy socks, and much to Merlin’s chagrin, stolen pants. When Merlin found out that his winged ward had stolen a rather considerable pile of clothing for her hoard, he thought that it would be the end of any kind of friendship with his neighbor. But when Merlin met the victim of Aithusa’s burglary, he was pleasantly surprised to find Arthur, a man who had never in his life seen a dragon let alone a burglarizing one, and Cavall, a curious German Shepherd puppy who was quick to befriend the little white dragon. From there, it was only the beginning."

The Student Prince by FayJay. Very famous this one, you probably know it already. Modern with Magic, BAMF!Merlin and Reincarnation. "A Modern-day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love..."

Dew Point by kinase. Modern with magic, BAMF! Merlin "Arthur Pendragon is as popular and successful as a sixth former can be. He hasn’t quite figured out his future yet, but it’s going to be brilliant, he’s certain. At least until some daring stranger on a cool motorcycle topples his world upside down on the first day of school. Modern magical AU".

The Wall of Arthur by supercalvin. ModernAU has no magic, but this is just adorable, I love it. "In a surprisingly good David Attenborough impression, Gwaine said, “Here you see the remarkable mating ritual of the Merlin and the Arthur. Which involves mostly insults and swearing.”

Or: How Merlin and Arthur Met and Why There is a Restroom Wall Dedicated to Arthur’s Ass"

In Love With My Radio by lunchee. ModernAU is funny and sweet. Good fic. "Merlin listens to the radio, Arthur stalks Merlin, Morgana lives to create chaos in Arthur's life, and then everyone goes to McDonalds! Also, love happens.

From the km prompt: Arthur has an anonymous blog/LJ/twitter where he posts about his life, and Merlin follows it RELIGIOUSLY. Arthur starts posting about how he's stalking this amazingly hot guy.

My Significant Bother

Merlin's job as PR junior on the royal account isn't as glamorous as people believe: Most nights, he's saving Arthur, Duke of York and black sheep of the family, from possibly committing monarchy-shattering shenanigans. When tragedy hits and Arthur is now second in line to the throne, the public doesn't react too favorably to the new Prince of Wales.

A solution has to be found and Merlin's contribution is key to the problem: Roped into posing as Arthur's fake boyfriend, he's supposed to make Arthur's popularity levels rise with his steadfast and relatable presence and elevate him from scandalous rake to romantic figure...

For Without You I Am Lost

What if… Throughout the centuries, the magic in Merlin grew? Like, every sorcerer/witch and so on has a limit for growth, yeah? Some level that they reach and that’s it. No more power for you. But Merlin /doesn’t/ since he’s not /with/ magic but instead /is/ magic. So. Like. It grew with him and he learned more and more but he’s all alone, right? Has no Anchor. So he’s doing all he can, spreading the knowledge, educating people on and about magic and for a while it works. Magic is accepted, taught, even revered all over the world. The world prospers. Peace and harmony grows. Yeah, sure, there’s baddies from time to time but in general all is well yeah?

But… All this power that keeps on growing inside. What if it… Starts corrupting him? Like. Unintentionally, bit by bit. He doesn’t even notice that some of his decisions sHOuLd seem… Wrong, maybe..? But.. Power grows and grows and morality blurs for him. After all, he’s all alone. He has no one there for him. He’s always there for the EntiRe PoPulaTion of the WoRLd, but HE’S alone.

So what if… Arthur returns because Albion’s greatest need is to be saved… From Merlin..?

We Begin Again (Series)

*** Absolute fave. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read this series, especially the first two books ***

For many long years Merlin waited.

For the other part of his soul, for the other half of his life. He was born to serve Arthur. So that meant he was also born to wait. Even if it took a thousand years. Even if the wait seemed never to end.

Until one day, suddenly, it did.

When Arthur stumbles from the Lake of Avalon 1,500 years after his death, he finds a world unlike the one he knew. Faced with the loss of everyone he loved, and the threat of impending prophecy, Arthur must learn what it means to be not just a king, but the Once and Future King. Merlin does all he can to guide him, even as he struggles to hide his love for his king, and his fear of losing him again.

Story includes sass, banter, horseplay, & True Love.

In For Keeps

Merlin and Prince Arthur have been in a relationship for a while, unbeknownst to others. Arthur is ready to take the next step and make them official, but Merlin isn’t yet. The restrictions on his life and the mere idea of the lack of privacy seem too much for him to bear.

Separated over Christmas, overworked and overwrought, an accident befalls Arthur.

Cue a worried Merlin racing overnight on a trouble-ridden trip to Scotland on Christmas Eve.

Well, the course of true love never runs smooth...

*** I swear I’ve read these a million times ***

The Pact

The ancient Albion Pact demands that the Prince of Wales must take someone magic born as his soul-bonded consort by the time he is 30 or face death. Before he was a Detective Inspector Warlock, Merlin Emrys was young and in love and made a promise to Prince Arthur -- and now Arthur is calling it in.

The Lonely King

The Prince of Wales at his school. Merlin was sure it was all just a very bad joke. A modern royalty AU.

There Are No Gays In Football

When a deeply-closeted Arthur Pendragon finally earns a spot in Camelot's first XI, he's dead set on breaking records, not one of sport's last taboos. But life, like football, is a funny old game, and sometimes the only way up is out. Especially once he realizes he's arse over tit for the new physio.

A queer Arthurian tale of courage, love, and football.

The Difference of You

It’s not that Arthur Pendragon can’t get girls to fall for him; it’s just that he can’t seem to keep them around. Relationships and Arthur aren't on the same page at all, really, but one day there's Merlin on a bus and then it's different.

But it’s a Good Refrain

Arthur doesn't care much about the popular radio program Dragon's Lonely Hearts until his ex-girlfriend calls in to slag him off and get advice. When he calls in and has an on-air argument with the host, it starts off more than he expected, including meddling friends, over involved fans, and maybe love.

No Matter How Far Away You Roam

“I was wondering if you might come home with me.” Merlin stops mid-rant and stares at him, and then down at his panini again, and back at Arthur. This is a panini of lies and pain. He can tell already.

“For Christmas? I’ve got an uncle and a mother and a sister waiting for me at home, in case you hadn’t remembered, I’m not going home with you just because you’re a workaholic.”

“No, it’s. My mum might be under the impression that we’re a little bit married.”

In which Merlin gets conned into spending Christmas with Arthur's family and pretending to be his husband, because somehow this is his life

Magic Reveal

What I’d have done

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5013721/chapters/11522743

It’s set around season 3. It’s mostly Arthur centric and it’s really good. It’s not out of character at all and is a realistic depiction of what could have happened in cannon

These are my bookmarked favorites! I love these magic reveals!

In relief:

The Map of Honor:

By the Sword:

Dying to Return

Turn of the Tide:

 I tried to keep it plot heavy. Most are Arthur/Merlin, but a couple isn't.

Family Tree - Fic starts after defeating Cenred's forces and an army of the dead in the siege during the Tears of Uther Pendragon

Without Song - In which Arthur is envoy to a grieving family, and Merlin rides with him.

So Are They All, All Honourable Men - Merlin gets into a fight with a knight

I've come Too Far To See The End - Morgana finds out Merlin is Emrys.

Onfindan - The aftermath of Athur finding out

The Perfect Scry - Arthur finds out Merlin has magic and Merlin doesn't know he has magic. So Arthur does what any BFF would do: everything he can to keep Merlin from finding out he has magic so he don't freak out.

After Ealdor - There’s a fine line between good and evil, and Merlin wonders if he’s crossed it

Pendragon Red - Camelot is overrun by sorcerers, Uther is dead, and Arthur wonders what the sorcerer want him and Merlin so much for.

They Call Him Emrys - Bring Emrys to the Dark Tower, Morgana demands. Or Gwen will die. Canon AU that diverges in mid S5.

The Best-Laid Plans - A group of mercenaries pose as Knights of Camelot after the disaster of Agravaine and the dragon. They run into Arthur and his Knights.

The Immortal’s Encore series

Believing that he has long since failed in his destiny, an immortal Merlin decides the only way to make things right is to break the barriers of time, rewrite history, and correct his mistakes. Unfortunately, such a task is not so simple in practice. The threads of time are a slippery opponent, and people are not easily made pawns in destiny's game. And perhaps the greatest threat of them all? Merlin himself. A millenium has left him greatly changed. Is he still the man that destiny chose, or will Merlin's return only bring a new doom to Camelot with it?

Not very well known. This is one of the best fanfics I ever read. I’ve checked so many of the classics and most of the most commented, most bookmarked ones, with the most kudos. I’ve accidentally stumbled on this one and since that day I am completely obsessed with it. The best BAMF Merlin I ever read, the writing style is impeccable, the plot is smart and well planned and thought through, characterisations are on point, the consequences are realistic and so complex. I cannot recommend this enough. There are 4 works in the story so far and it’s WIP, but the writer is very productive and disciplined, the updates are happening once or twice a week.

Lay Your Head on The Shoulder of a Good Friend

With Camelot readying for the upcoming gathering of rulers of the Southern Kingdoms to discuss peace, Uther has tasked Arthur with an additional duty: befriend the Prince of Essetir and learn anything he can of King Balinor, and of magic, and of dragons, that might be of interest should the treaty not succeed.

That's easier said than done, as he and Prince Merlin don't exactly hit it off immediately. But, befriending Merlin and learning of magic and life in Essetir leads Arthur down the paths of discovering long held secrets surrounding his own birth, and his mother's ill health, and his father's hatred of all things magic.

Adding even more complications to the mix are rowdy knights, frustrating princesses, a possible traitor in their midst, and an overly-verbose dragon; not to mention the burgeoning and peculiar feelings for his fellow prince that Arthur struggles to put a name to.

I love this fanfic. It’s written by Skitz_phenom, not very well known, but this author is amazing. Incredible BAMF Merlin, Arthur & Merlin are so very well written, she/he written one of the best sexiest and steamiest scenes in Merthur fanfic world. The story is great and touches your heart. Completed.

If you will enjoy this, I highly recommend checking their other works.

N16 writes great magic reveal fanfics (not just)

There are 24 works written by this author. I haven’t read them all, but the ones I’ve checked are great. The theme of so many of N16 fanfic stories is the reveal.

To Kill a Nightmare is one of those. It include BAMF Merlin tag as well. Once again, if you enjoy it, check the other works of this talented author.

These are various lists from different individuals that I saved in a document some time ago.I need to free up space on my computer… However, I'm hesitant to delete them. I'm not familiar with all the blogs mentioned; if you recognize any, please inform me!

[rainintheevening]

James wakes first, before their alarm. He lies for a few minutes in the softness of his own bed, listening to Lily breathe, and relishing her nearby warmth.

It was good to be back out in the thick of things last week, but he's glad to be home safe, glad to be back with his wife and son, all of them safe and in one piece.

Harry.

Lily is still sleeping heavily, barely stirring when he leans over to kiss her, so he slips away, pads across the hall to Harry's little room.

"Harry," he calls softly, as he pushes open the door. "Harry-kins. How's Daddy's boy this morning?"

He stops dead when he bends over an empty crib, breath lodging in his throat, and he spins away, scanning the room, up and down.

Harry is nowhere to be seen.

He flits through the upstairs rooms, finding nothing, hurtles down the stairs to turn in atthe living room, and comes to a screeching halt.

Bathed in the glow of a small lamp, he sees his baby son, splayed out on his stomach fast asleep, across the gently rising and falling chest of one filthy, blood-stained, and clearly knackered Sirius Black.

James sags back against the door frame, relief quickly followed by a wave of aching affection.

Ah, Sirius.

There is a wide scrape down one side of his face, a cut dried dark red showing through a tear in one sleeve. But his hands cupped over Harry's little back are gentle, and he too sleeps deeply. He's gotten terribly thin of late, and his hair looks like he cut it himself, uneven and too short.

Mum would be so worried if she saw him now, James thinks. But part of him was glad Mia and Monty Potter hadn't lived to see the horrors of war.

The adrenaline fades, and James stifles a yawn as he crosses the room to gather up a quilt from Lily's chair. As he drapes it over his best mate and son, Sirius blinks awake.

"It's alright, Mister Cat Burglar," James murmurs, smoothing one hand over the warm, soft curve of Harry's little head. "You two should sleep." Without thinking he strokes Sirius's ragged black hair, finds it still damp. "I'll go start some breakfast."

He does not draw attention to the tears that start in Sirius's eyes at his touch, simply bends lower to kiss Harry's baby soft hair, and then Sirius's blood-speckled, sweat-crusted forehead.

"Lilly might mind how much dirt you get on the couch, but I don't."

Sirius watches his best mate disappear into the kitchen through a haze, and when he shuts his eyes, he feels the warm drops run down his cheeks.

I love him, he thinks, more than any man loved another. "But I love you too, Harry," he whispers through the lump in his throat. "He's just been there for me for such a long time. That's all. You, and your mum and dad... You're my family. You're the only reason it's worth keeping on fighting."

Harry sleeps on with the quick breaths of a baby, warm and heavy, heavy enough to hold the life in Sirius's heart.

Sirius hears James singing slightly off-key in a deep morning voice, "Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo..." as he dozes off again.

He is safe here.

[elizabethemerald]

Summon the Cat: Part 6

Master Post

Danny crouched, looking down at the McMansion from a neighboring roof. The house was ostentatious to a fault. He wasn’t much of an expert on architecture in general but he had studied this building’s design extensively. It had been built to one up its next door neighbor that Danny was currently waiting upon. Due to trying to get the most of the available acreage the mansion pressed up against its neighbors, rather than the extensive topiary gardens the rest of the rich mansions had. 

The house Danny was on had a pool house that once had a beautiful view, except the garage of the McMansion now overshadowed it. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. All rich people were fruit loops. The continued drama with Bruce just proved him right. 

According to Selina (his new mom!!) Bruce had thrown seven kinds of fits about the Kyle family moving in next door. He had tried to bench Red Robin for selling Drake Manor, but Tim just moved out to his penthouse in Gotham proper and had the occasional sleep over at the Kyle House when he was feeling lonely. 

The kids all seemed happy to have the Kyles and the Sirens so close. Jason and Dick were over every other week, Jason to experiment with his cooking, Dick to train Danny and Jazz in gymnastics. Danny loved Jason’s skill in the kitchen and was paying avid attention so he could learn how to cook, because he certainly didn’t want the Fenton’s terror in the kitchen to infect him. Jazz was content to know that they were both eating nutritious food that they didn’t have to fight. Also, she had apparently always wanted to be in gymnastics but the Fentons considered it less important than ghost hunting and she couldn’t afford the lessons on her own. Danny of course used the lessons during his training with his mom to be a cat burglar. 

Jazz spent a lot of time with Stephanie and Cassandra. Bruce had tried to bench them as well, except Steph had laughed in his face while Cass had stolen any equipment they needed and the pair moved into the Kyle House, more specifically into Jazz’s bedroom. He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what the three girls were up to in there, the love bites on Jazz’s shoulders made it obvious, but he didn’t want to think about his sister’s love life, though he was happy that the two girls made her so happy. 

He stuck out his tongue in disgust at the reminder of the one time he had a nightmare and almost walked in on the triad, then groaned quietly as he had licked the inside of his mask. Danny, Selina and the rest of the Sirens worked together to design his new costume. His nose and mouth were covered by a rigid mask and respirator shaped into the rictus grin of the Cheshire Cat. Selina had bemoaned not thinking about covering her face more with her costume. Harley had recommended leaning into his creepy factor, with the grin and slit eyes on his goggles. He could make both glow when he wanted to up the creep factor even more. 

Danny had enjoyed crafting the character he wanted to portray with his mom and his two aunts. He would allow his giggles to get caught on cameras, or the glow of his eyes to be seen. It was fun to be spooky without also getting chased by either his parents or the GIW. He had chosen the name Chesire as his thief name as an homage to his mom’s name of Catwoman. He had heard that there was apparently a villain named Chesire already, but he hoped that considering they were interested in such different crimes she wouldn’t be mad. 

His outfit was equipped with top of the line tools. Some he had made himself, some he had pickpocketed from the bats, including his own father. He made certain that he kept a clear division between when he was out as Chesire and when he was hanging out with the Waynes as Danny Kyle. He didn’t want them to worry about his intentions when he was with them. Harley had sewn his costume and the reinforcements necessary to tangle with the Justice League and the Bats. Ivy had given Danny some toys as well, his respirator could filter out any plant based toxin, and he had some pollens, spores and toxins of his own to knock out guards. 

On top of the mask and goggles he had a loose cowl with cat ears on top that completed his look. The cowl hid his identity without hampering his movement like the stiff ears Batman had would. He loved the spookiness of allowing his eyes to glow through his goggles from the depths of the hood. 

Danny tilted his head as a click sounded in his ear piece. He grinned and jumped across the high fence to their target. Selina was used to working by herself so she kept any conversation to a minimum, relying on small signals to show him when it was time to move. 

He landed lightly on an air conditioning unit, using just a touch of flight to slow his landing and eliminate the sound. He stood on his tiptoes and pulled a screwdriver from his kit. He had rebuilt the small tool himself, making it whisper quiet. Even the small sound of the tool was covered by the whir of the AC unit as he unscrewed the vent above his head. He gently pried the vent cover off, then hooked a cord through the vent itself so it dangled from the opening. 

Danny levered himself up and into the small opening. He couldn’t imagine his mom squeezing through the small gap, even though she had to do that herself when she was younger. Fortunately, he was skinny as a twig and had his ghost strength to lift himself up. Aunt Harley called him wiry. Jason called him a shrimp, though he changed his tune when Danny dead lifted him. 

He crept across the ductwork above the garage, looking down on the cars after he pulled the vent cover back into place with the cord and secured it with a bit of plain Blu tack. Mom insisted that you could have the best tech in the world, but sometimes simple solutions were the best. They had considered stealing the fancy showpiece cars, but cars were much easier to track and they already had Bruce breathing down their necks so they weren’t worth it. That didn’t mean they couldn’t cause some chaos, just for fun. 

Danny hooked his ankle around one of the duct supports and leaned down until he was upside down and took careful aim with a grapple he pickpocketed from Nightwing only this past week. He had been practicing this shot for hours every day for weeks. He took a deep breath, then triggered the grapple. The hook bounced off the concrete under a fake Model T at the perfect angle to hook the top of a storage rack against the wall. The rack was filled with tools and parts so the rich prick who owned the McMansion could pretend he actually worked on the cars himself. 

He reeled in the grapple until the shelf was on the verge of tipping forward, the cable straining against the bottom of the Model T, and he couldn’t help his namesake Cheshire grin. He hooked the grapple gun onto the duct support and playfully tapped the taut line like a piano string. This would make a delightful mess to cover his exit. 

Another click in his ear reminded him that they were on a time clock. Selina had bought them a couple of hours free of the Bat and that time was closing steadily. He finished making his way into the house proper. He found the central control for the house’s security system easily enough. He broke the cover off the panel and quickly bypassed the security. 

Selina had been surprised by his ease with bypassing electronic systems. Danny had learned a lot from Tucker and repeated encounters with Technus, but he had been dealing with the security systems of the Fentons for as long as he could remember. He could rewire and bypass most security systems in his sleep, and they wouldn’t even shoot him if he failed. 

He tapped his ear piece sending a single click and after a few moments he was joined by his mom as she walked in the front door, bold as brass. She smiled at him and rubbed his head, causing Danny to preen and his core to thrum in his chest. 

“Well done, kitten.” She said, practically purring in pride, before she glanced around the ground floor of the McMansion. “Now, Cheshire. You picked this mark, let’s get away with everything we can.” 

The mother-son duo made quick work of the mansion’s valuables. Art pieces and statues were slipped into a bag that Danny had connected to the Infinite Realms. The ectoplasm would short out any electronics or trackers and they wouldn’t have to worry about fleeing while loaded down. He would be able to recover the larger goods later when the heat had all but disappeared. He didn’t have perfect control over his portal abilities, but it was enough to get back and forth from the Realms. Training his powers with Selina and his aunts had really improved his skills. 

The two of them worked in tandem, flawlessly stripping valuables, cracking a safe in the bedroom, and taking everything they could get their claws on. Danny felt flushed with happiness. He was working alongside his mom, stealing from a rich prick who stole from his workers, he felt amazing. 

A click sounded in both of their ears, causing them to pause. Their window of Bat free time just closed. They slung their collection of valuables over their shoulders and began to race back through the house. Selina split off, her whip cracking as she swung off to another building. Danny made his way back into the garage as Robin and Red Robin landed behind him. Danny smiled, and allowed his eyes and mouth to glow for the full Cheshire effect. 

He activated the grapple gun as he passed and with a whir and an almighty crash the storage rack collapsed down onto the vintage vehicles. Red Robin yelped as he tried to follow but was forced to dodge a bouncing tire. Robin was far more nimble making his way through the mess, but he was still delayed enough by the wreckage for Danny to dive through the vent and jump to get back to the roof of the pool house next door. As soon as he was out of range of the cameras he vanished and lifted up into the air, flying silently and invisibly. He carefully moderated his body temperature so he was exactly the same temp as the surrounding night air. He didn’t want to risk showing up on heat sensors used by the Bats. 

Danny followed another crack of his mom’s whip to where she was running just ahead of the Bat himself. He scowled as Bruce threw a pair of Batarangs at her, though he was relieved as she nimbly dodged them. Danny may have had numerous problems with the Fentons, but at least he never had to be afraid of one of them hurting each other. Seeing his mom in danger from the man who should be his dad filled him with a cold anger. He tapped his ear piece to let her know he was free of the mansion and that he was close. 

Selina stopped running and turned, to saucily sashay towards the heavily armored Batman. He had considered making his costume super flirty and evocative like his mom’s but it made him uncomfortable, like ants were on his skin to have people stare at him like that. Jazz had reminded him that he didn’t have to do everything exactly like Selina did, and that it was important for him to carve his own path forward. 

“Catwoman. Enough is enough. I need you to submit to testing. You are being controlled.” Batman growled, and Danny struggled not to growl right back. He wasn’t controlling her! And how dare this jerk growl at his mom!

“Submit? To you? That’s not how our arrangements usually work.” Selina said with a coy smile as she swished her whip across the rooftop, not even acknowledging the rest of his words. Apparently after the past couple of months she had grown bored with trying to argue with him, and she was refusing to be tested for mind control just to antagonize him. 

Also, gross. 

That was another reason he was glad he didn’t copy her flirty persona. His mom was very comfortable with her body and her sexuality and she admitted she got a thrill when she used either to control people around her. Danny, who was still coming to terms with possibly being ace and had all the body issues of a bullied teen, only felt anxious when he tried to flirt. 

He crept through the air towards his mom, pulling strongly on his intangibility and control of his own temperature to make himself completely undetectable. He carefully watched the Bat for any sudden moves. 

“Catwoman-” 

“Don’t you ever get tired?” Selina asked, still playfully swishing her whip across the roof. “You’re so certain you’re right, even after months, even in the face of all evidence. Honestly you’re just like the Fentons. I know you’ve looked into them, think about that the next time you want to have me submit to your battery of tests.” 

Bruce tried to keep his emotions locked down, but Danny could see the micro expression even with the heavy cowl. The small twitch would have been a full flinch in a lesser man. Danny’s scowl deepened as he realized just how similar he was to the Fentons. He just hoped this time wouldn’t end with him strapped to a table. 

“Selina-” 

His voice had softened, but Danny saw his mom move her arm to the side, the signal they had agreed on. He grabbed her, passing his flight and intangibility to her as he allowed his invisibility to roll back enough to reveal his grinning mask. Bruce stiffened, his lips tightening in fury. He reached for some tool from his belt, but Danny wasn’t going to stay around to see what it was. He lifted his mom effortlessly from the roof, and let himself giggle as he rocked his head side to side as his invisibility rolled over him until just his smile was visible, before vanishing completely. 

He flew with his mom in his arms, finding themselves on the other side of Gotham close to Selina’s old penthouse. He set her down and pulled his invisibility back so they both appeared out of thin air. He knew the rictus grin on his mask and the cat’s eyes on his goggles were glowing brightly as his core flared in delight. 

“Amazing job, Chess.” Selina said fondly, pulling him to a hug before she pushed his cowl back so she could kiss his head. Danny held her tightly and let his core purr wildly to show his delight. She pulled back her own cowl, revealing her face and her tight black curls. She looked him over closely to make sure he was uninjured. “Cheshire, you and I are a team made in thief heaven. I look forward to watching your perspective as you went in.”

Danny smiled widely, and pulled his own goggles over his head, and lowered his mask. 

“It was great! I even made that trick shot I was practicing, brought the whole rack down onto his stupid fake vintage cars. Of course if they were real, they would basically shrug it off, but they crumpled! Ruined his whole collection.” 

Danny had started floating as he laughed through his retelling. He transformed with a thought, his ghost form matching his Cheshire costume more and more as the months went by. His tail whipped back and forth through the air as he excitedly paced back and forth above the roof they were on. 

“Danny…” He paused at the solemn tone in his mom’s voice. She had a sad tilt to her eyebrows that he had noticed she had occasionally when she looked at him in his ghost form. 

“Y-yeah?” His voice cracked a little, he was more trepidatious than he wanted to admit. 

“Danny, would you like a grave?” Selina asked. 

He felt like the word thundered through his head, and he found himself landing on the roof next to his mom, his mouth open.

[baiabay]

No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Scaredy-Cat

Prologue

Chapter 1: Current Chapter

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name ! <33

------------------------------------------------

A/N: Spot is here!!

 Hey all! Okay so first things first thank you so much for all the support of the last chapter! It honestly means alot given that ive never written before lol. Alsoooo sorry for the radio-silence after the last release, i just graduated highschool! So yay for me :) also means that ill have much more time to write since its summer break for me now. Lastly,sorry if this chapter seemed kinda slow, I wanted to try to incorporate what this universes’ Felicia Hardys “canon events”(or what would be of her canon events) would look like in this chapter to set up a bit of backstory, as someone who doesn’t read the comics nor play the games, pls forgive any inaccuracies in Felicias lore as I am only going based off of wikipedia (plus in this story reader is a minor so I wanted to exclude the nsfw trauma that Felicia goes through in og story) I also wanted to find out a way how to integrate reader into the main plot which is why i decided to feature Spot in this chapter :D thanks again for the support and don’t forget that this chapter along with any future ones will be posted to ao3/tumblr under the same title!

P.S. Much more Spider-Miles/Black Cat interactions next chapter!!

Word Count: 1844

---------------------------------------------------

You remembered it like it was yesterday.

Seven months ago, Brooklyn, New York.

Your father - The Black Cat’s face on every screen in the country, but most importantly yours.

BREAKING NEWS: WORLD-RENOWNED CAT BURGLAR CAUGHT IN THE ACT : IDENTITY SHOCKS THE NATION

…huh?

LIVE ON THE SCENE: ‘BLACK CAT’ REVEALED TO BE MULTI MILLIONAIRE WALTER HARDY AFTER RUN-IN WITH SPIDER-MAN

…no, this-

THIS JUST IN: CAT BURGLAR WALTER HARDY PRESUMED DEAD AT HEIST SCENE - POSSESSIONS TO BE TURNED IN TO OFFICIALS

This can’t be happening.

It was all too much at once. 

He never kept it secret from you. You knew about your father’s job.

You knew all about what he did. The planning, the heists, the reselling, he had done it for years. And you knew all about it.  But he had been doing this for years. Long enough to allow your family to live very comfortably. Long enough that you believed he would never be caught.

But yet there you were, all that you knew burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Frantically packing everything you could into any bag you could find; clothes, money, pictures, weapons, anything - before they could take it away from you. 

And when they did, it was brutal. 

Live-streamed news coverage of men raiding your home, rummaging through your stuff- your father’s stuff- as if he never existed. 

Soon enough there were auctions. Bids, worth millions, on your father’s items, broadcasted across the nation, with drinks and music and finger foods - they made a fucking sport out of it. 

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the cheers in the street after the big-bad-black-cat was pronounced dead. The endless praise Spider-man received, that of which he took with a smile on his face. You had wished you could kill him.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the day Peter Parker died.

You laughed.

.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .  

Seven months later, Brooklyn, New York.

Ugh.

Muscles aching, you stretched up in your bed, and groaned. Ruffling the bedhead out of your hair, you reluctantly trudged out of your mattress to open a window. Coincidentally, one of your many cats was perched perfectly on its sill, wide-eyed and tail flicking in your direction.

“...This whole heist stuff is really catching up to me, huh?”

The cat stared. You sighed. You really had to get yourself some friends.

Ever since your fathers passing, you’ve basically been on your own. Shortly after all his (and your) possessions were seized, you hopped around until you managed to find shelter in a shitty apartment on the west side of town. You, fueled purely by spite (with a tasteful teeny tiny dash of vengeance on the side), inherited the criminal persona of your father, along with his criminal tendencies, and took upon yourself the name of The Black Cat. 

All this time you’ve managed to keep your identity completely secret, not even your resellers knew who you were. That came with one major drawback though… you were extremely lonely.

Even with your frequent charity rounds around the community, noone really knew who you were. Even though Black Cat was nonviolent, the name was widely feared seemingly everywhere you went. Even with your days at school, the school you’ve been going to for months now, you made your way around the halls unnoticed. 

Speaking of school, you were late. 

Shit. 

Spending ample time dazing out your window, you’ve completely lost track of time. You disregarded your hair and rushed to pull on your uniform. Stumbling around your complex you hastily dumped too large of a portion of cat food into the automatic feeder, something you’re sure the cats will be grateful for. Shoving a few snacks into your bag, you simultaneously shuffled into your school shoes, proceeding to dash out the door. 

Sprinting down the stairs, nearly tripping once, twice, you whipped out your phone to check when the next bus route would arrive. 35 minutes.

Shitshitshit.

You paused, still in the stairwell, before turning to sprint in the opposite direction, towards the rooftop terrace. Creaking open the door, you checked to make sure noone else was up there before making your way towards the edge of the terrace. To anyone else but you, it would look like a young student was about to make an unfortunate decision and jump. And jump you did. 

You fell for a few seconds, relishing in the way your stomach dropped. You’d never get tired of that feeling. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. Pulling and releasing, you quickly fell into a swinging pattern, towards Brooklyn Visions. 

Hidden from the eyes of civilians, you swung yourself through the shadows. Everyone looked so small from up there, and for a brief second, you found power in your lonesome. In the corner of your eye you noticed what seemed to be a lanky white figure clumsily flying through the air. (You paid it no mind).

Dropping down into a dark alleyway much closer to campus, you continued your mad dash towards the main entrance. Winded, you finally made your way inside the building, a thin layer of sweat shined on your forehead. The hallways were empty, class must be in session. You took a few steps forward, making your way towards your classroom until being knocked over by a student, very evidently in a hurry. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to-I’m just in a rush, I didn’t mean…”

The boy reached out his hand to help you up.

“Hey, it's no problem, I get it.”

You smiled, and took your hand in his. He hesitated for a moment, staring, brows furrowed at your now interlocked hands, before nodding and continuing his sprint down the hallways. 

You took in his disheveled appearance, his wonky tie, his half-tucked shirt, untied laces, dark eyes, curly hair, brown skin, sweaty palms…

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted with the shrill ringing of the school bell. Suddenly, the hallways flooded with students rushing towards their next classes, you decided to follow suit. 

On the other side of the hallway, Miles Morales lingered on how his spidey-sense flashed alarms in his head when his hand touched yours. Every nerve in his system telling him to run, fight, dodge, anything to get away from you-he couldn't put his finger on why. (He paid it no mind). Blaming it on nerves, Miles shoved his way through the packed hallways, dreading the meeting waiting for him in the guidance counselor's office. 

.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    

School was a bust, as always. Nothing new, you made your way through the rest of the day unnoticed. As always. But you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

At the moment, you were in the middle of going through numerous number-codes on a padlock blocking the vault door to an extremely expensive gemstone. You’ve been salivating over this stone for weeks now, planning out how and when exactly you would strike to get this thing in your hands. You could see it now, the headlines, the chaos, after some rando millionaire’s little rock was taken from him…

“Woah, hey, you’re new!”

You flinched, hard. Whipping around towards the source of this unusually chipper voice. You were met with… a cow? … Man?

You stared, hard. 

“Okay, hey. The ogling isn’t necessary… I just-”

The cowman’s sentence was cut short with a quick lash of your whip, that of which he caught…? Your whip seemed to phase right through a large black hole on his torso, the opposite end appearing in a similar black hole right behind you, the whips end striking your back. You cried out, hit with the full force of your lash.

Sinister giggles emerged from the spotted figure, pointed towards your pained form. You trembled, in shock. 

“It’s rude to interrupt.” 

Spot stepped slowly towards you, his…well, spots, whirring aggressively, pointedly. You were frozen on the ground. Staring up at him, your lips trembled open.

“What,” You coughed. Once, twice. “-what are you?”

The black and white figure straightened, only to then fold over into a dramatic, hilariously unthreatening pose. 

“You, can call me… The Sp-”

“Some sort of cow?” You snickered. It was now his turn to flinch, hard. 

“I am NOT a-” The cow cleared his throat. “I am not a cow…whydoeseveryonesaythat…I, am the most dangerous villain you’ve ever seen, The Spo-”

“I mean, what’s with that getup?” The grin on your face grew. “Is that… is that supposed to be a costume? Orrrr…” 

The Spot sighed, defeated. “...it’s skin.”

“It’s skin?” 

“Yes, yes, now I-”

You stood up, energy back and eyes crinkled. 

“Wow, that’s…hm, interesting…skin, that’s skin? Sorry, sorry-listen man, I uh, I really gotta get back to this, so if you don’t mind?”

Stepping backwards in offence, the spotted figure shook in anger before swinging out his arm, releasing numerous dark voids around the room. Hitting practically every surface, but one most importantly, landing on the vault door, separating you, from your stone.

“Ah-wait-”

Swiftly, The Spot weaved his way through his holes, limbs popping up and out around the room in a way you couldn’t even begin to reach for your whip. 

No way was he about to take it from you.

But take it, he did.

In what felt like seconds, the whole room was engulfed in black. Stumbling backwards, you fell through one of the voids, flailing ungracefully, swimming through nothing. 

It was hard to breathe. 

A shrill crackling terrorized your ears, and before you, appeared a very disheveled Spot, now fully black with white spots, facial dot whirring and trained on you.

Gem in hand. 

Panic.

You were panicking. The sound of blood thrummed in your ears as you squirmed around in nothingness. Fuck the rock, you just had to get out of here. 

A cold hand grabs your wrist, dragging you upwards, towards the crackling form. 

For the second time today, you were frozen.

“I am not a cow,”

The form spoke lowly.

“I am not some villain of the week”,

Frozen still, you did nothing but stare straight into his glare.

“I. Am. The Spot”.

Suddenly, you were dropped. For the second time today, your stomach dropped with you. Next thing you know you’re falling through another void, leading not into darkness, but through the city skyline. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. 

As soon as your feet reached a solid surface, your legs buckled. Heaving, you failed to process what just took place, heart pounding in your ears. 

“...the fuck was that?”

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   

Miles received word of commotion taking place downtown, something to do with spots. He had hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, and it was. It was, and was so much worse. 

Dark spots littered a large manor, maniacal cackling emerging from its center. In the corner of his eye a familiar masked figure hunched over, breathing rapidly, staring straight ahead at the mess of spots.

(He paid it some mind.)

------------------------

Ppl that asked me to tag them!(thxx 4 the support!)

@nightshxdex

@itszzmoon

@blackcat-kittyblogs

@vxxxb

<3

[froot-batty]

next batch of designs are done! gotham city sirens time >:) blurbs about them under the cut, along with explanations of flags and neurodivergencies!

Pamela Isley came from a rural flower farm a long ways from Gotham. Her parents let her run wild from a very young age, and one of her favorite places on their property to go was the pond, deep in the woods, where everything grew just a bit too tall and nothing looked quite as it should've. Pamela didn't know that this pond was actually highly polluted by the dumping of experimental chemicals from a nearby "research" laboratory. She thought being able to communicate with the plants - the Green, she called it - was completely normal.

...Until the people from that laboratory heard about the mysterious girl helping the plants grow stranger. They came to Pamela's parents to ask if it would be possible to study it, and they, not realizing what exactly that meant, agreed. They whisked it away to a facility in Gotham, where Pamela would end up never seeing it's parents again.

She was kept there for the rest of her childhood and into her adulthood, being experimented on until she twisted into the plant beast that she is today. When she escaped, it came after years of hiding the true strength of her powers, so she could build them up enough to turn the facility to rubble.

(It is AroAce, Agender, and Intersex)

Harleen Quinzel always had trouble controlling her impulses. Coming from a very wealthy, very upper-crust family, any step out of line was harshly corrected by either of her parents. As a child she didn't know any better, but after years and years of repression coming from her family, she eventually clammed up and tried to fit into their perfect little mold. This included going to medical school, though she did at least get to pick something she was genuinely passionate about - psychology.

Harley was finally living on their own by the time they started working at Arkham, though they'd not yet broken out of that mental control their parents still had over them. Being in Arkham was like being on an alien planet. They had come from a world where everyone was fake, and Arkham seemed so...real. Talking with their patients opened their mind up even further. Even if what they did was violent, or utterly nonsensical to everyone else, insanity seemed like it was a sort of freedom that Harley never had.

This was compounded by it meeting the Joker. He saw that piece of it that wanted, desperately, to get free, and through their sessions he was able to get into it's head and...push it over the edge, so to speak.

(Harley and the Joker are not explicitly romantically involved in this, I should mention. They've got a weird queerplatonic thing going on. Also they're not toxic they're BFFs forever)

(They are Pansexual, Genderfluid, and have ADHD and Borderline Personality Disorder)

Selina Kyle grew up like an alley cat on the streets of Gotham. With two addict parents in the Narrows who cared very little about her, she was virtually homeless, with how little time she spent at home and how much she spent wandering the dangerous streets. It was in the Narrows that she met one of her closest childhood friends, Harvey Dent, and through him, the elusive Bruce Wayne.

The three of them were thick as thieves all through her childhood, though began to drift away when college time came around. Bruce had up and left the moment he turned 18 without any real warning to the two of them, and Harvey was off to college to try and become a lawyer. This left Selina all alone, once again.

But she had made a pact to herself. She didn't want to live on the streets of Gotham forever. She had started pickpocketing from a very young age, so she would just expand her skills - become Gotham's cat burglar. It started out as only a way to pay her bills, but she found she grew addicted to the feeling of it; the freedom of being able to slip into wherever she wanted and make some poor, rich fool a million dollars short. It was a sort of revenge for her (and the regular cash flow didn't hurt).

She was surprised when Bruce came back to Gotham and tried to reconnect with her. They hadn't talked in over a decade, but they found themselves reconnecting with surprising ease. Their close friendship would drive Harvey mad with jealousy, but neither of them realized that until it was too late.

The scar on her face is from Harvey's attempt on her life, after he became Two-Face.

(She is a Lesbian)

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request a yandere arkhamverse catwoman concept? -🎂

Yes! Catwoman could be fun to write ^^ I used the Arkham wiki for her personality and appearance but this could probably go for any Catwoman. Takes place during no specific game.

Yandere! Arkham!Catwoman (Selina Kyle) Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Flirtatious behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Blood, Protective/Possessive, Violence, Forced relationship.

Selina seems like she could be an interesting but docile yandere.

I say this as compared to most DC yanderes originating in Gotham she isn't really violent.

She is neither villain or hero and goes her own path.

While most would kill to keep their darling to themselves, Selina does not.

As a whole she avoids fatal force, stating she isn't psychopathic.

She steals things, that's how she's survived in this world.

She doesn't need murder to do it.

Like the Harley concept you requested I'm going to explore her going from platonic to romantic.

Selina isn't that bad of an ally when she decides to help.

Maybe how you meet is you're someone who helps Batman.

As in, maybe you're part of the Bat family in someway or just an ally.

Not necessarily as a hero, you could be a detective or something similar.

That way you and Selina would have crossed paths multiple times.

You are aware of the history Batman has with Catwoman.

Despite her being a criminal she can be helpful as a spy.

As a result your communication with each other may be sharing information to aid Batman.

Selina is a naturally flirtatious yandere.

As a platonic she could be teasing but would hold her flirting off for Batman.

Selina seems like she'd be okay as a friend with you.

Things between you primarily starts with exchanging information or small chats.

At first you're hesitant to converse with her.

Yet she eases your worries with her charm.

She'll be well behaved when you speak, she promises.

Your friendship with each other is strictly business related for awhile.

Nothing forced, it's mutual, especially when you two start to speak more outside of business.

Soon you two start to interact away from Batman.

You try not to let Batman know that you've become friends with the burglar.

Honestly, a friendship with Selina seems relatively normal.

She has a tendency to show up at strange times to speak with you as friends.

You could say she's stalking you... she is but she'd never tell you.

Selina is someone who plays her cards right.

She doesn't mind taking risks when it comes to you, like how it's a risk to hunt you down after a robbery.

Especially if you are an ally of Batman.

She picks her words around you and is manipulative at times.

As a friend she'll be simply looking out for you.

When she has time after one of her clients she'll hunt down your location and just watch.

If she feels up to it she prepares a conversation and meets up with you.

She's mostly the type to watch over you and doesn't drag you into many things.

She tries to respect your personal life and give you privacy.

But if you're out and about then... surely you won't mind if your friend follows, yeah?

You won't notice her anyways.

It's when she develops the more romantic type of feelings that she can become more intense.

Selina would be an intense romantic yandere.

Her friendly teasing over time becomes playful flirting.

You try to tell her to knock it off but she doesn't entirely want to listen.

She's stubborn.

Her occasional feelings of wanting to jump in to help you turns into something more sadistic.

Now she feels like getting her claws bloody for those who try to take what she feels is hers.

Speaking of taking what's hers, Selina would be on the more possessive side as a romantic yandere.

Cats can get rather territorial, no?

Plus, maybe she's even had eyes on you since you two became friends.

The perfect jewel for her collection...

She just loves jewels.

If someone threatened you she'd step in regardless of how she feels.

Sometimes you have to get your claws dirty... but she'd never kill them.

Batman can do whatever he wishes with them, she's done what she wants with them.

While Selina isn't the most violent Gotham yandere, she'd certainly kidnap you.

She's a thief who takes what she wants.

You happen to be someone she wants once she realizes she loves you.

She stalks you from the darkness for a long time before pouncing.

She apologizes for betraying her trust but hopefully you forgive her reasoning.

Even if you didn't, she doesn't care.

Once she has you she's flirty yet caring.

She confesses the reason she hid you away was because she loves you.

She isn't sure why she didn't see it before.

She'll keep you in a room lined with her favorite pieces.

You look perfect in the middle on that bed she's picked.

She'll even steal you a few gifts to give you.

Her little treat to you....

She even admits she's been jealous of the people you're around at times.

She wishes she made them blind with her claws.

Essentially, once she has you she confesses what she's been doing since she's known you.

She should've done this sooner.

It's thanks to her you're safe and thanks to her that you were able to help Batman.

She feels there should be... compensation?

She didn't really wish to resort to manipulation and kidnapping...

But the cat knows what she wants when she sees it.

You're the best prize she's stolen yet.

"Oh, baby, don't give me such a look. You've skillfully stolen my heart, it's only fair I get to have you in return, isn't it?"

[writing-heiress]

Seven Seas AU: Savanaclaw

Crew Name: The Clawed Beasts Pirates, the Clawed Beasts

Total Bounty: 1.76B Madols

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Ephitets: The Napping Captain, the Lion Captain, the Scarred Captain

Bounty: 1.2B Madols

Born the second prince of Sunset Savana, Leona ironically never had it easy. Despite the endless love from his brother, stepmom, & Kijaki, majority of the castle staff were scared of him. It’s both due to his Unique Magic and the elders openly showing their disdain for Leona. So for the first half of his formative years, Leona was feared & despised in his own home. One day, his maternal uncle Scar and aunt Abena showed up and asked Leona if he wanted to be adopted by them. He quickly said yes, which led to Leona living his aunt and uncle in their duchy. Eventually, learning about his uncle’s past as one of the Seven Warlord Pirates & Leona making it his goal to become as well.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

Ephitets: The Cat Burglar, the Hyena Burglar

Bounty: 16M Madols

Ruggie was born in the slums, much like other hyena beastmen are forced to live in. As one of the oldest hyenas, he takes it upon himself to take care of his pseudo siblings and his grandmother, who was the only adult to not abandon him. Ruggie taught himself how to pickpocket people, especially nobility (who he despises the most).

One day, he spotted a young Leona walking into the slums seemingly by himself. Ruggie instantly knew that he was at least nobility, tried to pickpocket him only to get outsmarted by Leona. Then out of nowhere, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed came up to separate the two boys only for Scar & Abena to appear as well.Ruggie naturally freaked out realizing he most likely just try to pickpocket royalty. But instead of a punishment that ended with his hands gone, Scar offered to adopt Ruggie and have him be Leona’s personal aide. Weighting his options, Ruggie agreed only if they’d help the slums out.

JACK HOWL

Ephitets: Lone Wolf, the Big Bad Wolf

Bounty: 40M Madols

Jack comes from a family that are direct descendants of the Big Bad Wolf, an infamous werewolf that managed to remain unnamed and impossible to capture by the governments. He lived a rather simple and comfy life, growing up with Vil as a childhood friend. It was peaceful until he had a run in with Leona, who was now a pirate captain. One thing led to another and Jack unknowingly showed off his werewolf side which got Leona interested. He then offered Jack a place in his crew as a newbie.

Masterlist

Tagging — @adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @fair-night-starry-tears @liviavanrouge @the-trinket-witch @the-weirdos-mind @tragedytells-tales @abyssthing198 @ice-cweam-sod4 @boopshoops @queen-of-twisted @starry-night-rose @achy-boo @yumeko2sevilla @yukii0nna @kousaka-ayumu

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Hi I drew fanart for your fic since I really enjoyed it, would it be okay if I sent it to you? :3

That's totally fine!! I love seeing peoples art!

[sungbeam]

BIRD HUNT — six

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, au, etc. bat family au, dc comics inspired, dark, vigilantes au, slow burn, ceo/billionaire au, cat woman!reader, murder mystery au, action, suspense, angst, slow burn-ish?, love square??; choi line inspired by dick grayson (csb), jason todd (cyj), and tim drake (cbg), including bruce wayne for choi minho and damian wayne for nishimura riki, inspired by 2022's The Batman

▷ chapter warnings. swearing, mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of dying during childbirth, mentions of bruises

▷ word count. 4.9k // taglist. open

a/n: yeah... she's still alive :l a considerably tame chapter tho haha pls remember to reblog + comment!!

« prev · m.list · next »

PREVIOUSLY ON BIRD HUNT...

The bird boys (Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin) catch a cat-eared burglar in the middle of stealing from a dead lawyer's office. After losing her tail, they retreat with their thoughts and a file the burglar was after. Beomgyu comes to the realization that the woman was his childhood friend Yn, and soon receives an invitation to attend her mother's funeral. Soobin opens the file to find it filled with evidence compiled against Gotham's infamous and elusive Capo.

When Beomgyu attends the funeral, you and he are forced to confront the friendship left abandoned between you two. Later, after Beomgyu is called away by his brothers, you are tasked by your father to break into Commissioner Kim's office to steal back your mother's file. However, things quickly go wrong and you are left unmasked. How the Hell are you supposed to come back from this?

Tune in to the next chapters of Bird Hunt to find out.

FILE_06 : arms of an angel

gotham city.

[Eleven days since your mother was murdered.]

It was the slam of the interrogation room door that awoke you from your slumber. Your eyes fluttered to adjust to the blinding fluorescent lights again, vision blurry and watery and—holy shit. Were you seeing things?

“You’re in luck, kid,” said Commissioner Kim as he let two others into the metal box with you. They were like two obsidian towers, dressed in similar black attire, dark hair, sculpted features, all the works. “You’ve got one Hell of a guardian angel.”

One Hell of a guardian angel was one way to put it, especially when said guardian angel was Choi Minho. Yes, you supposed you really weren’t hallucinating when you soaked in the sight of Choi Minho and his youngest son, Nishimura Riki, standing beside him. The kid was actually tall, standing at his father’s height, with the same kind of intimidating scowl that all of the Chois inherited, apparently. You hadn’t been fully informed of the family situation, but you knew that Riki was the kid of Minho’s most recent wife, who had unfortunately passed away after childbirth. Yet, the way that father and son looked right now, they were practically the spitting image of each other. 

“Hello, Yn,” said Minho, his voice just as gravelly and regal as it sounded on the media, and not at all the voicecrack-riddled mockery Beomgyu had done when the two of you were teens. He gave Namjoon a nod. “We can take her home, Commissioner. Thank you for calling us.”

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you let the commissioner undo your handcuffs and follow the Chois out of the room. Paperwork was filled out, bail was posted, and suddenly, you were inhaling the smoky, night air of Gotham again. But among the relief soaking into your bones, you realized that dread pooled in your gut and weighed you down like a brass ship anchor. You were sinking to the bottom—you’d failed. 

“They’ll be watching you for a while, Yn,” you heard Minho’s voice beside you. 

You swallowed. “I know.” You needed to lay low, and maybe get over the absolute embarrassment tonight was. Where had that file gone?

Minho and Riki walked forward to the curb where a car had been parked. It was slick and black, shiny metal like the one Beomgyu had been driving, just a different company you didn’t care enough to identify. You figured this was as far as their kindness would extend—break you out and let you go, after all, who in the world called them of all people? It didn’t make sense to you. 

You began walking down the sidewalk the opposite way, hands tucking beneath your armpits to prepare for the trek home. There was that one shortcut you could take—

“Yn!”

You glanced over your shoulder. Riki had slipped into the passenger seat of the car, but Minho stood just outside the driver’s side. “Where are you going?”

“My house?” 

“We’ll give you a ride, kid.”

Kid. God, you really were just a kid to some people, huh. You felt like one sometimes. “Look, Mr. Choi,” you sighed, turning around to face him, “I’m really grateful for you bailing me out, but I’ll survive.”

Riki’s window rolled down. “Aren’t you curious why we came?”

And god dammit… the boy was right. You hated that he was right. With a huff, your breath coming out in visible puffs against the crispening night air, you trudged your way back toward them and threw yourself in the back seat. The car peeled away from the curb as you tugged on the seatbelt, suddenly self conscious about ruining or tainting the very nice, Italian leather seats. You wondered how much this all cost, then realized, it would probably be better not to know. 

The father-son pair did not play any songs on the radio, which made the space all the more quiet. The car motor was actually quite low volume as it brrr'd through the Gotham streets. You had never been in a car so silent before, especially considering Beomgyu's loud ass BMW. 

Slowly, you crossed one leg over the other and rested your hands in your lap, waiting for one of the two of them to start the conversation. 

Choi Minho was the one to speak up, making brief eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "It's nice to finally meet you, Yn. Beomgyu's told us a lot about you."

A snort from Riki. "A lot is an understatement," he muttered. 

Minho sent his youngest son a small, but pointed look. "All good things, of course. He's very fond of you."

You didn't know why your heart was beating so fast in your chest. It made you giddy to hear that, yet jittery energy raced through your veins, and you couldn’t help but crack your knuckles. "That's… nice. I didn't realize he cared enough to talk about me."

"He cared much more than you think he did then," he continued. "Because he asked your mother, before he left that apartment, if he could put me as one of your guardians.” 

Oh. 

There was no mistaking the fluttery sensation in your chest as your heart seemed to sprout wings. Perhaps there was something wrong with you (no kidding), but was it normal for someone who didn’t care about you to go to such lengths? It never occurred to you just how affected Beomgyu was by his own leaving of the apartment across from yours, but you had always figured that that had been his choice. You knew somewhere deep down that those nights and days spent together were sincere, but you couldn’t wrap your head around him caring so deeply about you and your mother. You had always thought that maybe he would have seen your invitation to the funeral and discarded it because he didn’t care, or worse, didn’t remember. 

But this changed things. And Minho and Riki let you sit with your thoughts for several moments afterward. 

When you’d resolved to turn your gaze out the car window, you realized that Mr. Choi was not driving toward the lower district of Gotham, but past the dark glassed walls of skyscrapers, then beneath the bridge out of Gotham. Your heart leapt in your chest and you bolted upright. “Uhm,” you stammered, “this isn’t the way to my apartment.”

“Ah, I must have forgotten to mention that we’re in a rush to get back for dinner,” Minho replied flippantly. There was a teasing glint in his eyes that you guessed not many people got to see. “Consider this an introduction party to the family, Yn.”

You opened your mouth to retort out of instinct—maybe even demand him to turn the car around and take you home—but the other half of you kept your voice locked and your limbs glued to the car seat. That half of you yearned for exactly what Minho hinted at: a family. You hadn’t had a cohesive family since your mother and father stopped seeing each other, and though you liked to argue that your mother was enough or that your growing family of stray cats were, you couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in your chest. 

"We can turn back now to take you home though, of course. Whatever you decide."

You found yourself shaking your head, throat tightening. "No—this, this is okay."

A family dinner. What a pleasant thought. 

The car raced past empty fields of nothingness as Minho drove you and Riki to the outskirts of the city. It was a similar route to Lee Sungjae’s house, which was why you had recognized it in the first place. But instead of turning into the little, gated community of cookie-cutter, suburban dreams, the car chugged along for a while longer. 

Eventually, you rolled past a pair of towering, black iron gates, centered with a magnificent letter “C” to mark your entry into the Choi estate. You’d never been to the Choi manor before, but you recalled the hints of it that Beomgyu dropped into conversations when you were kids. In the spring and summer, the fields surrounding the estate were blankets of emerald, littered in dandelions and daisies. With the sky darkened to a miserable gray, however, the shadows felt a lot more prominent. 

The mansion itself was beautifully lit, radiating in a warm-toned glow. It stood at least a few stories tall with chiseled marble columns numbering in a few, and large window panes framed in pale colored shutters. Minho pulled the car into the roundabout at the front of the house, and the realization that you were about to step foot into the building finally dawned on you. Were you really about to have dinner with the Chois? You weren’t even properly dressed. You were still in your ridiculous all-black—it was like you had just come from a workout funeral.

Minho and Riki were already well out of the car by now, and you sighed, resolving yourself to open your door. Riki hardly waited for anyone’s invitation into his own house and bounded up the steps before you or his father. The latter rounded the car and inclined his head to the front door. “Well? Shall we?”

You swallowed, gazing up at the mansion. You couldn’t believe Beomgyu willingly stayed in that ratty apartment when he could have been here the whole time. “I…” you cleared your throat, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I don’t think I’m wearing appropriate dinner attire.”

At that, you could’ve sworn you saw the ghost of a smile linger at the corners of his mouth. He shouldered off his black coat and offered it to you. “Just until we can loan you something more comfortable. Only if you’re okay with this, of course.” 

You imagined your eyes were wide with surprise, but you slowly reached out to accept the jacket. “Thank you,” you murmured, shouldering on the coat and basking in its warmth. 

Then, you and Minho climbed up the steps to the house together. 

Upon entry, your eyes darted to and fro to soak in everything presented to you. Your first thought was “wow” — all of the dark oak, the sculpted wall sconces, the roaring fire in the parlor room to your left—all of it was such a rush. It smelled awfully warm, which was most likely from the smell of freshly-made food wafting into your nostrils. You gazed upon the twin staircases reaching up to the second floor, and noted all of the different doorways just before you. There was so much going on, so much you were trying to notice, but Minho was already moving swiftly, leading you toward the sound of the hood range of a stove and the smell of dinner. 

“Yn,” Minho addressed you as the two of you walked into the magnificently-sized kitchen, “I’d like you to meet my greatest friend and mentor. This is Alfred—he keeps us sane in this house.” Minho gestured to an older man stationed at the stove, his hair grayed over, but his face distinct with kind smile lines and a matching pair of soft eyes. He wore a dark blue colored apron around his front, one of his hands wielding a pair of chopsticks as he turned around to meet you. Riki was already perched upon one of the stools at the island counter, munching on strands of peeled rice noodles. 

Alfred smiled at you, and the gesture prompted a similar reaction from you. “Well, it’s been awhile since the masters of this household deigned to finally invite a friend over. I was beginning to believe they lost their ability to socialize.” He chuckled, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yn. Master Beomgyu has told us much about you.”

That was yet another person who confirmed this fact. “Oh, it’s lovely to meet you, as well,” you replied. You lingered by the threshold as Minho made a comment about freshening up before dinner, dipping out of the kitchen to leave you with Riki and Alfred. 

Alfred whacked Riki's hand as he reached for another noodle. "Go on and set the table. Make sure to leave out an extra setting for your guest."

Riki obediently began collecting plates and utensils, and Alfred met your eyes from across the kitchen with a charming twinkle in his irises. 

When the youngest had left the room, Alfred motioned for you to take a seat at the breakfast bar. "Miss Yn, how did the Chois come to invite you over?"

"Oh," you averted your eyes to the countertop. "They… were just in the right place at the right time, I guess you could say." Better than telling him that they had picked you up from the police station for breaking and entering. He would probably be told by Minho later on, but you'd rather not ruin this peace. 

Alfred hummed in understanding. "They seem to do that often."

"Do they?" You straightened, idly watching him finish off with something on the stove and turn the flame off. 

"You could say it's their hobby, going around and being in the right place at the right time," he chuckled to himself as if it were an inside joke. He hustled over to a door at the side of the room that led into a pantry space. He seemed to have decided against whatever his original plan was before moving out of the pantry to peer into the hallway outside. "Are we all ready to go?"

From somewhere deeper in the house, you could hear stomps resound like the echoing walls of a cavern. You tilted your head back curiously, eyebrows creased. There were more people in the house? Minho didn't seem like a man to stomp his way around his own home. 

Soon, the crashing and thunder moved to the stairway just near the mouth of the kitchen. 

"Riki, you menace! Put my wine glass back!" 

You froze. Was that… oh god, the other Chois were home then. That was Yeonjun's voice you recognized, and for a moment you felt stupid for not anticipating the others being here. Maybe it was because Beomgyu had received a call from Soobin earlier about a work emergency, but perhaps that had been solved already. 

"Dad said you need to cut back or you'll become an alcoholic," came Riki's response. 

Did they know who their brother was? Did they know he ran around in a red helmet with guns as one of the city's premiere vigilantes? 

Alfred came back into the kitchen and immediately began plating his concoction into a serving dish. "Would you like to go get seated, Miss Yn?"

"I can help," you replied instead. You wondered what your mother would have said had you not offered. You and she always used to spend time in the kitchen together. The apartment was super small anyways, but your mom… 

Alfred glanced back at you with a grateful smile. "That would be marvelous. Thank you."

You flashed a small smile back. Once he was done, you took the gloriously-smelling dish in your two capable hands out into the hallway. You followed the sounds of chatter and brotherly squabbles to the next doorway closest to the kitchen. 

This, you thought, must have been the formal dining room. There was no way it was anything else with its lofted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, cartoon-rich-people table, and dark floors that matched the rest of the house. There was yet another fire roaring away in the hearth, and it gave the room a homey feel, and less like a stereotypical, cold mansion. 

With the large table, the placings that were set coalesced around the end of the table closest to the hearth. You figured that Minho would be at the head, and that the rest of you would pick seats on either side of the table—three on each. 

You tried to ignore the wide, curious eyes following your every move. 

“Yn?” Beomgyu was first to stammer out. He sat in the seat just beside Riki on the side closest to where you came in, his body twisted around and mouth gaping open. 

You carefully placed the hot dish at a location you hoped everyone could reach. Your heart hammered, and you wiped your sweaty palms against the suit you wore beneath Minho's (no doubt) thousand dollar coat. “Hi.”

You were suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you were currently in a very dramatic coat and wearing your catsuit beneath it. This would have to be a reveal then, if not, a very warm dinner. 

You recognized Soobin and Yeonjun seated on the other side of the table with one chair separating them. Yeonjun cocked his head to the side, lips curled into a smirk-like grin. “Well, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Hi, Yn,” Soobin chimed in with a cordial smile. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Beomgyu fumbled out of his chair with Riki giving him a very potent side eye. “Let me take your coat—”

You stepped back, and everyone seemed to hyperfocus on that little movement. “Oh, no. That's—that’s okay,” you chuckled nervously, tugging the coat tighter around you. “I'd rather keep it on actually.”

Besides the second of hurt that flashed in his eyes, he swallowed, gripping the back of Riki's chair with a slow nod. “Of course.”

Sensing the strange shift, Soobin coughed. “Won't you please sit, Yn?”

“Riki,” Beomgyu grunted, shaking his youngest brother's shoulder. “Scoot.”

Riki scowled. “Absolutely not. This is my seat and has been for sixteen years.”

Your friend rolled his eyes. “You can't be chivalrous for one day in your life?”

“You can't suck it up that your girlfriend has to sit next to your brothers instead of next to you?”

Twin snorts chorused from the opposite side of the table as Soobin and Yeonjun failed to suppress their entertainment. Only Soobin had been courteous enough to at least try to cover his mouth. 

Your skin was aflame, and you weren't sure it was all from the hearth behind you. 

Beomgyu's eyes darted nervously from you to his brother, before narrowing into a glare. “She's not my girlfriend; don't make our guest uncomfortable.”

You heard a sigh from the youngest brother. Riki turned in his seat to meet your eyes. “Apologies, Yn. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by insinuating that you were dating my brother; that would be insulting to you. I only meant the prospect of a girl friend, not a significant other.”

You could feel your own mouth twisting into a smile at Riki's reconciliation to you and spite toward his brother. “No worries, Riki.”

Beomgyu's lips parted. “You're fucking kidding me.”

“Language,” chided Alfred as he entered the room with a basket of fresh bread and a couple dishes of butter. 

He nodded to you with a smile. “Miss Yn, I apologize for these boys’ lack of manners. Please sit.”

Everyone sputtered out their own excuses, but Soobin's was the one you heard most prominently: “I asked her to sit, but then these assholes—”

“Who are you calling asshole, asshole?”

“Can we have a civilized dinner for once?” Came Minho's voice. 

Everyone shut the Hell up. 

The father of the household strolled into the room with a pinch between his brows and his work clothes slightly undone, sleeves rolled up and tie missing. In his hands, you recognized a set of neatly folded clothes to which he held out to you. 

“If you would like to, these are some things you can change into,” he said. “You're welcome to change in the hallway washroom.”

You accepted the clothes gratefully. “Thanks. I, uhm, I appreciate it.”

“Don't worry about it,” he replied kindly. He pointed you in the right direction. “Just out this doorway and to the left. You'll see a little door beneath the staircase.”

You bobbed your head in understanding and hustled out of the dining room, following Minho's instructions. You couldn't hear if they were saying anything as you left the room, but you were certain that something was being discussed. 

Nonetheless, you found the bathroom and began inspecting the garments given to you. It was a simple pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt from a volunteer organization (you tried guessing who this belonged to), and a plaid shacket to keep you warm and comfortable. They smelled nice—familiar, in a way—but nice. You shouldered Minho's coat off and neatly folded it as best as you could, before peeling off your uniform for the night with a wince. There were places on your body that were bruised and aching, but you had little time to mourn about internal bleeding. You didn't want to make your so-called guardian angels wait, but…

You looked at yourself in the mirror, gripping the sides of the sink as you did so. You looked like shit. 

The nervousness on your face was as stark as the shaking in your red and purple fingertips. You willed it to stop—or at least, pretended it was suppressed enough to be hidden. 

It was now a matter of how to get through this and what any of this even meant. You were sure your father heard about your failure tonight, and you would have to atone for it. You needed to find out where your mother's file had gone, but you were uncertain of where to start. 

But one problem at a time. 

With haggard breath, you brushed a hand through your hair and piled the discarded clothes into the crook of your arm to begin making your way back out into the dining room. 

You could hear the hushed voices as you made your way back, but you still couldn't make out anything in particular of what they were saying. 

When you just turned the corner, their words became clearer. “—but the Palmer situation is a genuine issue. We'll need to ensure that our relations with the company aren't—ah, Yn.”

They were talking about business, not you. Relief soared through you for a brief moment. 

All eyes were on you again, it seemed. Alfred had taken Beomgyu's original seat, while your old friend now joined the side where the older brothers sat. That left the chair to Minho's left wide open for you. 

You met Beomgyu's eyes first—his own pupils widened at the sight of your changed clothes, you guessed. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, handing Minho his coat. 

He nodded. “Of course. We didn't want to start without you. Would you like any water or wine?”

Dinner, you gladly admitted, tasted divine. You made sure to let Alfred know his efforts weren't wasted, though when you tried to help with dishes, he dismissed you and reminded you that this was his job. You supposed you couldn't argue against that. 

For the most part, the boys had kept it civil throughout dinner. Though, there'd been a kerfuffle over how many glasses of wine Yeonjun was allowed to have (despite his being an “adult,” Minho still enforced some of the rules Yeonjun had to live by while under his roof). 

But now, you were left with what next? 

“Yn, my father would like to extend an invitation to stay at the manor tonight.” Riki appeared beside you in the front parlor where you were sitting, waiting for everyone else to join you. Alfred had set you up with a mug of hot chocolate (funny how things turned out) while you did so, body seated right before the crackling fire. 

You glanced up at his imposing figure, sharp angles emphasized by the firelight. “Oh,” you said. “I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather not impose any longer.”

“It wouldn't be an imposition,” he reassured you as he stared into the embers. “But if you would prefer, we'd be happy to drive you home instead.”

You marked his formal way of speaking. It was like a business deal, but there was still a kind of warmth underlying it, in a way. You supposed that growing up in this kind of family, his speech was bound to develop an air of formality. 

“I have… cats to look after,” you said as an answer. You could admit that sounded lame, even if it was true.

Riki seemed to understand though and gave a nod. “I'll let my father know.”

Just before he could turn out of the room, the remainder of the household appeared in the parlor. 

Beomgyu sent you a small smile as he claimed the seat next to you. In his hands, he nursed a dark colored tumbler used for coffee, and you wondered if Alfred made him hot chocolate, too. 

“Father, Yn would like to be driven home,” said Riki. 

“I'll drive her home,” Beomgyu immediately followed, half off his seat. 

“No, Riki and I will,” Minho cut in. 

Yeonjun slapped his knee from where he lounged in one of the armchairs off to the side of the room. “Get vetoed!”

Beomgyu cut a glare toward his brother; he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. “You are so annoying.”

“You have responsibilities, Beomgyu. You know that,” said Minho with a tone that suggested no argument. There was another pointed look thrown, and you could see the conflict warring across your friend's face, the one where his forehead creased and his lips turned downward. 

Responsibilities? Perhaps with the company. That was the only thing that made sense at this time of night.

Beomgyu let out a begrudging, “Fine.”

And it was settled; you would leave the way you arrived. 

With the matter at hand complete, Minho and Alfred excused themselves from the room for a matter you definitely did not know anything about. Niki sat across from Soobin at the table in the far corner to play a round of chess, while Yeonjun kicked his feet up onto the coffee table to slump over and get some shut eye. 

You peered over curiously at him. You could distinctly recall the day he showed up at the bank you were at when the robbery took place with him as the Red Hood. What motive did he have for revealing his identity to you anyways? 

You took a daring gulp of your hot chocolate, ignoring the way it scorched the roof of your mouth and back of your throat. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy their company, you simply felt that you'd overstayed your welcome. 

“Oh, I should probably change out of this,” you muttered once you'd swallowed down more than half the drink. You motioned absentmindedly at what you were wearing. 

Beomgyu shifted his attention back to you. You could've sworn his expression grew sheepish. “I mean, no rush at all! You—you can even keep it, if you want. It's just, you know, an old T-shirt—”

Your eyes went wide. “Are these yours?—”

He smiled, and confirmed your thought, cupping the back of his neck. “Uh yeah, they are. But you don't have to worry about returning them or anything. I'm sure my dad just kind of popped into the first bedroom that wasn't his or something—”

“Beomgyu, can you fail to flirt somewhere else?” Yeonjun's lip curled upward in teasing, exposing a canine, but his eyes were still blissfully closed. 

You saw Beomgyu's millionth dirty expression of the night. “Can you go be an asshat somewhere else?”

Before another argument could break out between brothers, you cut in, “No, I can give these back. I'll just launder them when I get home. 's no big deal.”

Beomgyu bit his lip. “You really don't have to—”

“I want to; it's the least I can do,” you insisted. There was no way you were going to let them get away with feeding you, clothing you, and saving your ass from the slammer. All in one night, you would add. 

You knocked back the rest of the hot chocolate like it was a shot. It was a shame you felt like you had to leave, otherwise, you would have been able to relish that decadently made drink for a little longer. It was insane how rich that hot chocolate was. It wasn't the same as your mother's, but you couldn't deny that it was delicious.

Beomgyu clasped his hands together over his knees. “Thanks for having dinner with us. I know that we can be a lot to handle.”

“You guys are good company,” you replied with a small smile. “I mean, if anything, I should be thanking you for—” You stopped yourself short, unable to address the elephant that had been in the room since you stepped foot in this house. You backpedaled. “This was nice,” was what you settled for instead. 

In the hearth's firelight, his irises burned like soft, molten embers. “I'm glad, and you're welcome to come over for family dinners all the time. Or even any time—” He stopped himself, clasping the back of his neck in what you believed to be sheepishness. “—Sorry, I'm kind of jumping the gun. There is absolutely no pressure in coming over to hang out.”

It was strange how only a couple years could make you tiptoe around each other like this. You could vividly recall all the times he barged into your apartment unannounced, and you into his. He'd been one of your closest friends at such a pivotal point in your developing years. 

Earlier outside of the Iceberg Lounge, he had said something similar to you. The offer still stood, and you wondered if him finding out why you were here changed his mind about you in any way. 

But while this afternoon had been just a taste, you'd just enjoyed an entire feast of what-could-have-been. 

“I'll take you up on it,” you told him. “The family dinners. It'll be like old times.”

His smile widened, and you were sure everyone in the room could hear how loud your heart hammered against your chest. “I'll look forward to it.”

a/n: DONT IGNORE THIS PLS i need to know if u liked the little "previously on bh" part at the beginning !!! also, reblog + comment if u enjoyed

« prev · m.list · next »

permanent taglist: @flwoie @vatterie @seomisaho @hqrana @ja4hyvn @outrologist @meosjinnn @hyunjaespresent-deobi @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l @gyulfriend @polarisjisung @jaehunnyy @shakalakaboomboo @soonyoungblr @loveliestfelix @zhaixiaowen @justanotherkpopstanlol @w3bqrl @kangfication @fluorescentloves @haechansbbg @super-btstrash-posts @http-gyu @mvvnsseul @mars101 @rikizm @binluvsu @empire-x @luumiinaa

series taglist: @winterchimez @mosviqu @boba-beom @strawbrinkofdeath @baek-at-it-again95 @todosmash @loveforred @rocarecs @megseungmin @arsjeong @woncheecks @vicurious28 @lun4kazumii

[happyely2]

Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: It will vary from story to story and I will point it out at the time (green-for-all; orange-for a mature audience; red-for adults, minors are asked to skip this story).

General Summary: Ten Different Alternative Universes In which you will experience an extraordinary adventure with Ace (plots and more details are written under the respective title). Soon they will be published one by one, for now I leave the plots in general.

General Inspired: I will write from time to time the possible inspirations that have been taken as references to write.

Let’s Meet Agian In The Next Life

[📿Exorcism!AU📿] - The spirit of the red fire

You’ve been called in to exorcise a demon that’s causing a lot of trouble for the community in a quiet country village, so you don’t expect that curse to give you such a hard time.

[📚School!AU📚] - Breaktime at school

Ace is the most popular guy in high school, he’s a senior, and he’s going to college soon, so you don’t expect him to know who you are, a little third-year-old girl who’s doing very well in school. You don’t know how wrong you are.

[👑Royalty!AU👑] - Midnight Ball

You didn’t object when the mystery knight gave you his hand to go down the garden stairs, it was your last night of freedom before you had to marry someone you hardly knew. A moonlight dance before you become the wife of the future king of the kingdom with a mysterious knight you would love in silence for years to come.

[✨PeterPan!AU✨] - Lost Girl in Neverland

Second star right and then straight until morning! But wait for the lost children are not so children but they are teenagers!? Fairies and mermaids are friendly? Indians are a rowdy group of adults who want to dance all night and pirates are not real pirates but admirals of the navy? What kind of island are you in, and since Peter Pan has freckles and black hair and calls himself Ace?

[🔮Magic!AU🔮] - Rebel

Ace never thought he’d have to ask you, a witch, for help to save his family. But he is a warrior who is willing to do anything to save the people he loves, even to come to terms with a witch like you.

[🐺Omegaverse!AU🐺] - Damn to that beta

The biggest cliché in the world? You made it happen. You always considered yourself a beta with little sex craving and always squabbling with her beta neighbor. So you don’t expect that the day you go for the analysis something snaps in you and that you’re both soul mates. In short! You can’t be the soul mate of your neighbor Beta (actually Alpha) Ace! And you can’t be his Omega.

[🏹Indian!AU🏹] - The arrow of fate

Travel to the new world! Gold, riches, adventures and new lands to explore! That’s what they promised, but now Ace was wondering how he could explain that those were really fake things and that the only thing that drew gold were the hair of a certain Indian who had snatched his heart?

[⚔️Moschettieres!AU⚔️] - Damsel in distress

"And you call that a lunge?" You shouted behind the back of the man who was fighting to protect you.

"Then fight you mademoiselles!" The Musketeer answered you by stretching out the enemy that was attacking you and taking you for life to take away. What was all that effrontery towards the poor Musketeer Ace who was fighting to save you at the behest of his majesty!

"With great pleasure!" You answered by beating your fists on his shoulder. There were no bridesmaids anymore.

[🚓Police!AU🚓] - Cat Burglar

Ace had just joined the police force when he was given a very important case by Commissioner Smoker. Catch a famous thief who always announces her shots before getting them. I mean, it seems easy, but nobody on the police force has ever done it. And the policeman Ace will have to invent one more than the devil to succeed in catching tha

[💰Far West!AU💰] - The Naked Gun

There is only one law in the bar: no fighting is allowed and as a bartender you are categorical, your rifle is ready to fire a warning shot at anyone who dares even think of trying. You just haven’t met the outlaw Portuguese D. Ace and his wacky gang of bandits.

[cauqhtz]

My opinion about Luffy and the world of one piece.

What does Luffy or One Piece in general mean to you?

I'll start! This is completely my opinion and my personal feelings!

I should start off my saying I am a hard person to please. I'm extremely "picky" with every aspect of my life. For example: I hate it when my food touches, even when I'm eating it. I eat it in order. there are exceptions though. I do like for my collard greens and rice to touch but only if I put them together. I still plate them separately.

It's ridiculous and sooo annoying but its a serious thing for me. It's like trying to swallow a pill. I physically cannot force myself to swallow anything that dont fit those standards.

It's like this for every aspect of my life. Books, movies, JOBS, tv shoes, etc..

the first time I tried watching one piece i turned it off maybe not even a minute after watching the first half of the first episode. I remember seeing nami at a party and her looking out to see the whirlpool and I got the wrong idea about what the anime was about so i swore off it.

Maybe a year later I saw a instagram post. It was basically saying how they didnt understand how they found a pirate story about some kid made of rubber kicking everyone's asses entertaining. I was in disbelief and kind of took it as a challenge. It sounded absolutely ridiculous to me at the time so I gave it another shot.

As soon as Luffy popped out of that barrel knocking one of those guys out saying he'd catch a cold for sleeping right there? I was laughing. ME? LAUGHING? To say I was sold would be an understatement.

Then theres the part where Luffy expresses his dream to be king. It wasnt because of some overused reason like very other anime like childhood trauma. It was because he wanted to. Thats it and thats all. I was blown away. My heart raced with excitement after that speech from luffy and I binged watched the episodes from then on.

I was obsessed. (Still obsessed) Back then I was still in highschool and I was binging the episodes from the moment I woke up, during all my classes and lunch, after school and falling asleep to it.

I think the only anime I binged like that would be HXH another anime I'm still obsessed with.

One of the funniest episodes of one piece for me is 497. I was rewatching the marine ford arc and I was in tears laughing at this episode.

But back to the question!

As a young woman of color? Luffy is a dream to me. Luffy is the perfect mixture of malcom x and MLK. He's what I think the world needs. He's one of a damn kind, there is NO character like him or story like one piece PERIOD and there's no amount of hate from naruto fans that'll make that less true.

The only character that is unafraid of crying, laughing, fucking up, tripping up in front of friends and enemies alike.

insanely selfish but he's strong. He can have his friends, hell he can make new friends and have them ALL by his side or far away from him. All alive and fucking thriving, why? because he fucking said so. He's strong in more ways than one. He has that luxury.

He's unafraid of asking for help. He has never once acted as though everyone else is beneath him and he can do everything by himself.

Gets pissed when he finds his vest with flowers sewed into it, wanting to be a manly man but unbothered at eating all the love themed food sanji makes specifically for nami and robin.

He has asked forced Pirate Hunter Zoro to join his crew? Nah thats just zoro his best friend and the guy who ate stomped out sand covered chocolate rice balls out of respect for the little girl he saved from Helmeppo.

Cat burglar nami? Nami the navigator. Her maps and weather skills are unreal!

Sniper king the liar? Yup but he's a damn good sharpshooter.

Black Leg/ Vinsmoke Sanji isnt he apart of a family of comicbook villians? Thats just Sanji! One of the best chefs in the world!

Tony Tony Chopper the raccoon dog that happens to be a doctor? Oh no thats chopper. Our crews miracle treasure. He's a talking reindeer monster.

The demon child is on your crew? Huh? Demon child? You can't mean robin! She's a good friend of mine and she's an archeologist! I'd have to kick your ass if you think otherwise! :D

Cyborg Franky? Oh yeah I couldnt take the sunny without him! They're a package deal!

The humming swordsman? Oh you mean brook! He's a talking, singing afro skeleton not to mention hilarious! The part about him being a sword-swinging musician was just a plus!

The first son of the sea jinbei...A fishman? Hell yeah! He's THE fishman! Jinbei is a good friend of mine and the 10th member I've been looking for!

Luffy's crew is a dumpster fire of diversity. That right there is rare within itself. I mean it's a Japanese show, yet most of the main characters aren't japanese! They originate from a little bit of everywhere across the globe!

They all look different and act different. They are all flawed and yet Luffy accepts them with open fucking arms with his TRADEMARKED grin nearly splitting his face in half!

Speaking of accepting them! Luffy is always overjoyed when reuniting with his crew. Jumping to give them hugs, screaming his hellos, jumping up and down, lunging forward to give them hugs, and waving with excitement at the sight of his friends.

I mean Luffy is unfucking matched. Even his voice is one of a kind and so fucking satisfying for his dialogue??

Two of my favorite quotes from Luffy are:

"I'm kicking your ass and wrecking your birdcage."

"Speak up for yourself, aren't you the leader of these guys? SAY SOMETHING ALREADY!"

Luffy's very name holds mind-melting weight.

I just recently found out that his brother ace was the one that came up with "Gum gum Rocket." Something I'm now pissed at OPLA for giving Garp the credit of.

Luffy as a captain doesnt do major plans or specific orders. He says something and his crew either follows along or finds their own objective for example the punk hazard arc when law asked luffy if he was going to leave his crew on the island to do what they said they wanted to do and leave with him to fight kaido.

Luffy refused saying if his crew was staying to get their own things done then so was he and that Law had to get used to it quick.

Luffy is freedom in physical form. There one second and gone the next. Something that gave Law heart palpitations.

ALSO SCREW YOU LAW FOR TELLING CHOPPER TO SHUT UP WHEN HE TOLD YOU BYE IN WANO!

Luffy has no rhyme or reason for doing things the way he does other than the fact that thats just who he is. Something that only Zoro and Robin TRULY understand. Chopper understood this recently, just before the time-skip.

For example when big mom assumed luffy was there in wano to pick a fight with kaido and luffy denied it sternly.

confusing everyone around him including nami and carrot.

He went onto say everyone not only responsible but associated would be getting their asses kicked.

And thats EXACTLY what happened.

Zoro wasnt even there for that and he was already cutting the majority of their members in half.

MIND YOU. LUFFY AND HIS CREW DIDNT PLAN ANYTHING. NOR WERE THEY AWARE OF THAT PLAN. ALL THEY HAD WERE DISGUISES AND THEIR WITTS.

You'd think that with every plan luffy screws up they'd be major consequences? NOPE bc he's stronger than that. Everyone else would have to adapt or get their asses kicked.

jinbei fought with luffy in the fishman island arc. not wanting luffy to make matters worse, instead wanting him to be seen as a hero to which luffy refused saying he's not a hero and that he had to get to his friends... until jinbei said and i quote. "Luffy, I'll let you have all the meat you want! Just do as I say!"

To which luffy agreed after a few more pleas.

friends and enemies are one in the same to him.

You want to hit him? Fine he doesnt care. but Lie to him? He's about to shove his foot up your ass.

You want to take credit for his wins unless your law or kid? Hell yeah! Couldn't have done it without you!

You want to defend him? Dont bother. This is his business. Stay the hell out of it.

You want to cry? Suck it up! Crying wont fix anything so get the fuck up and do something about it already!

You want to ask him for help? Sure! Anything! As long as you're the right person asking!

You want to call him a hero? Literally might knock your lights out.

You want to put him down in history and tell everyone what he and his crew did? Don't bother he's not interested.

I mean the list goes on and on. I can talk about luffy and one piece for HOURS and never get bored.

Luffy is a dream to me. I tear up thinking about him and wishing to be apart of that world for even a day.

Thats what Luffy means to me.